pussy hunters

men fall in love, too

trip, slip and splat...

right into the heart

of a woman's thighs...

this isn't LOVE love

this is mmm love

lust love

fuck love

touch love

epicurean pussy eaters

masters of friction diction

connoisseur of cunts...

professors of the

P

U

S

S

Y...

the animal of man

sits in wait...

watching

tits and waists

measuring

hips and tastes...

scoring

dips and sways...

do wide thighs

lead to tight sighs?

does an 'onion'

lead to sweet cries?

does her lips mimic

the ones on her face?

or does it resemble

an orchid...uniquely placed?

these preying man-kids

seek smells and touch

will her pussy speak to him

when he spreads her love?

does an extraneous bottom

hide honeyed flows?

does her mound

create valleys

where heaven only knows?

it's as if,

with every woman

with every shape...

beckons his wonder

as his craving awakes...

will she fit him

as if it was meant for he?

will she give forth juices

he'd happily marry?

will her sex make all

of her flaws melt away?

will the sound of his dick

plummeting deeply

create waves?

the pussy hunters

have it on their mind

every moment of the day

how they can penetrate

every pussy

in extraordinary ways

the look, shape and potential

for perfection,

the taste, sounds and feel

for an exponential erection...

pussy, pussy, pussy...

how doth thou feel?

every pussy hunter

is hunting the pussy

that will make him yield...

© 2015 Kween Kiwi

do me like this...

like...

as i nap peacefully

in the midday

waiting for him to come home

enter our room

and...

while i'm asleep,

thigh exposed

breast resting

in heaves

i want him to slide his hand

down the length of my leg

and back up again

disregarding the hem of my skirt

finding himself a handful of

hips,

lips,

sweet dip...

and awakening me

with kisses

his lips warm

and soft

over my skin

riling me from a dream

to a dream

his affectations

and adoration

his loving declarations

scribbled in moans

and grateful smiles

across my fevered chills

i want him to,

turn me over as I stir

smothering each breast

in appreciation

his hands,

still dipping between hips

playing hide and taste

between his lips

and

when he feels my back arch

he knows to slide sheets down

skirt up

panties down...

...well, i'll leave the rest to your imagination.

i just want a love to do me like this...

The Pussy Is Mine

pimped an old pic b/c I didn't realize I rarely take sexy pics anymore...

~A Sweet Kiwi Dream (happened last night/this morning)~

I decide to attend a party...a club no less. Not really my scene, but I am striving to leave my comfort zone for some mental fornication. I love a good mind fuck...

I'm dressed in cream...short skirt, thighs thick as thieves...stealing the attention from every woman in the place. Cleavage properly placed...all angles a sweet vantage point. Tall guys are staring into valleys, short guys get mountains...and out of the peripheral, a sumptuous bounce.

Lips reddened the color of freshly juiced berries...

I move to the music...ALL of this...giving personality to the room. I'm dancing to myself as I survey, while eyes find me in smoky half-darkness.

He spies me...one of the promoters. He's in the booth with the DJ and hits the floor with urgency to talk to me.

Cut to us in bed with his head between my breasts, hands cupping fluff and my head thrown back...giggling at his eagerness. His head falls between my legs and I am no longer laughing...I'm pleading to stop...and go deeper. No...don't do that...yes...do it like that. We compete for who can suck who best, but he loses. I win. We win. 

I leave. Find my way home. Enter...some fool waiting outside my apartment door as I fumble for keys. He wants to come in. He's not the SAME He I just left...just drama needing my attention. I dismiss him.

I seem to remember forgetting something at "Dre's" place. For the first time in my dream he has a name. (Did I hear a Beat by Dre's commercial in my sleep? Possibly)

I go to his place, but a girl answers...his cousin. She says that he's not there, but if I want to wait I can. She leaves. I wait. Dre never shows. I leave.

Somehow, I end up going back after a phone call and guess what? Between hot sex with Dre and making home, there's been some "dream drama" where I am the center of lies. They got me looking like a ho in my own dream y'all. lol ...I ain't do it. If I did it...I'd admit it...but, some guy (who seems to know Dre) is lying on me. 

Dre attempts to keep the the thing I forgot. When he sees me again, he toys with me about how the thing (which is shaping up to be a very expensive jacket) ...has been given to one of his hoes. Oh no, Sir...not I. I let him know that it will not be pretty if he wants to fuck with me...but, a hard head makes a soft ass...every time.

I go home...relax...feed SOME one's kid (I have none) and then the phone rings. It's Dre. Again...he's beckoning me to his place to address my belongings. I get there and he's fine. He reminds me of this young actor I've seen on TV. Don't know his name, but he's a cutie. Lips that mean what they say and do...sexy ass eyes and smile. Anyway.

Dre seems to be in his feelings...he confesses to knowing I didn't do anything scandalous. He also confesses with those eyes that as I was sucking the ecstasy out of him...I managed to blow into him some warm and fuzzy feelings. Aww, tink tink is falling. 

...in the dream...I do too.

And we make love to...

Passion Parties: The Ultimate Girls' Night In

~saunters in with plate of strawberries, mangoes, peaches, banana slices and a little kiwi~

Hi honies...

I came to share a little something with you. I know you all have heard of Passion Parties. Right?
-_- ...mmm hmmm, I thought so. lol

Well, I have a friend who is MORE than willing to provide you the sexy, sensual, delectable, sweet tools of the trade. The trade of trysts and rendezvous that is. She's no stranger to eroticism and definitely fit to show you the way to fun in the bedroom. She's one of my sisters in scribe and her pen STAYS hot. If you're looking for a little something extra in the bedroom...give her a holla!

"Passion Parties offers the ultimate adult sensual products party in North America"

You don't say? Don't take my word for it...see for yourself.

Okay my juicy ones...I left you some fruit AND a luscious link ---> Passion Parties...Traci Lee, Independent Passion Consultant.

Partake...get messy,,,and if you dare, share with us ;) 

Be SURE to pass it on!! 

~licks fingers, gets up and leaves~ 

Fucking for Sport: A Thought

I wrote this on my tumblr page and felt the need to share it with my passionate fruit-eaters. I wonder this all of the time, but decided to put it out there early in the morning. Check it out:

Click to enlarge

So...as you can see. I was just wondering.

What do you think?

Elle's Tales: From the Pen of Qualiq

From the pen of Qualiq:

I haven’t been able to get that night with Lillianna out of my head. When we were younger, I couldn't have imagined that I’d have my dick in that. I had and still have extreme respect for her...she’s one of those women who gives you no choice. That night, though?...gave me chills. The softness of her skin...silkier than any woman’s I’d touched before. The plump fullness and natural warmth of her thighs ...her ass in my hands...damn. The way the hardness of her nipples contrasted with the round plushness of her breasts still make my dick drip at night. Elle tasted like a mix between sweet papaya and mango...her creaminess a perfect smoothie of her scent. I jacked off to her lips on my dick and her hair in my nose for days after she’d gone home.

Problem with this is...I can’t contact her. Asking the ‘rents is out. Rev & Mrs. Thorne are too keen for them to not know what I’d want. I've never asked about her before...or maybe I’m putting too much thought into it. I crave this woman so much right now that I’m sitting here consequently running fears of rejection from her parents through my mind. I want this woman on my lap with the intense urgency of a teen virgin...and I can’t even muster the balls to walk next door and ask her mother for the number...

...to some of the best sex I've had in a very long time. I wanna say it’s the way her juiciness spilled over down to my sac...or the perfect fit and suction of our motions. I can’t lie though...I think it’s the scent of her neck and how she smiles. How she leans her head to the side as she laughs. Her lip crooks when she’s fidgeting and I could see how intense our chemistry was while we sat at the table with her family. I spent one day with her and I can’t stop thinking about her. I can’t stop needing to make love to her. I always had a slight crush on her, but all I can think of is when is the next time she’ll come home...to me.

Her brother and I went to school together and I remember when we were younger, he used to always say, “Yo, Qua...watch out for Elle. Don’t let nobody hurt my baby sister.” He said this again on his way to college...leaving a year before I did. I didn't want anyone to touch her...but me. Yet, she was so into that dude Omar I just let her be. When they broke up I heard rumors of her being a slut, but I paid them no mind. Even if she did what they said...I didn't care. Lilliana was one of those girls that she could do no wrong. She could cuss you out publicly and you’d call her that night and apologize for making her do it. Again...more feelings I couldn't express to her.

So, how and why did we do what we did? How is it that after years of bypassing me and me holding in my carnal thoughts of her...did we end up fucking like that in my place? What did I do specifically to land myself dick deep into my adolescent fantasy? Had she always liked me?

I just know...that I want her. I don’t know where she lives. I have no phone number. Nothing. All I have is olfactory memories...phantom strokes of me inside of her. I think I may need to just forget her.

~bell chimes at the Thorne residence~
*Mrs. Thorne opens the door for her neighbor*

“Hi, Mrs. Thorne...I was wondering if I could talk to you.”
“Sure, Qualiq...come in...”

To Be Cont’d...

Elle's Tales: Cody

{Cody, 30, Nashville, TN}

The pressure of bouncing was beginning to make my knees ache, but the throbbing in my clit was dangerously swelling to a nut. The adrenaline kept me stroking this man's dick as I got the wettest I can remember getting. His lightly tanned skin was sparkling in the light from the window and I saw his eyes roll back, him clench down on his lip and his thickness pulse. I imagine...if you could SEE the nut bust through the head of his dick it would look like bulges pumping with rhythmic succession until it splattered the inside of the magnum he was wearing. "SHIT, Elle......your snatch is SO wet! Uuggh..." Cody grunted out in his thick southern accent. As drips of liquid fever slowly streamed down my face and breast...my smirk became my fuck face and I came in creamy stickiness all over him. Together...we exhaled long and I fell on top of him with our sweaty bodies smacking loudly. My abs HAD to be improving with the work I'd done on this white boy in the last week.

My FIRST white boy. OMG...his dick is HUGE. His appetite is LARGER and good grief he can eat pussy like Pooh licks the bottom of a hunny pot. This white boy's swagger is NOT like swagger I'm used to. This is some straight-out-of-the-western-movies type shit. All he's missing is the cowboy hat and the strand of straw hanging from his perfectly lined teeth.

I lift and remove him from inside of me and SHIT...after the pleasure is gone, my little hole reminds me of how big he is. I wobble to the bathroom and turn the shower on. I walk back into the room naked from head to toe, standing in the window's light and you know what this dude says?

"Lady, your body looks like those paintings...the ones in Europe. Ruben somebody....but either way...it's made for hugging and fucking..."

I didn't know whether to laugh at his almost adorableness...or be insulted by his brash statement that I was just physical fulfillment. Either way, this man was intrigued by the "Rubenesque" curves of my body and he inhaled them like he was taking in his last breath. I loved chilling with this man all week, but tonight was our last "run-through". He had fucked me motionless and I'd rode him until the mattress coils were fully compromised with my knee prints. All that was missing was a matching print of my tits, my name and a star.

"Thank you, Cody baby...you're too sweet. Do you want to join me in the shower?" I asked. He jumped up...that gorgeous pipe, swinging and followed me into the shower. I don't really share showers with men. It seems intimate to me...but with Cody the shower is fun. There's no kissing and cuddling...just him washing, licking, re-washing and re-tasting until my skin had pruned and his skin had been scrubbed til it had reddened. This man had me "under arrest" against the shower, barely stable from the soapy water rippling through our feet...sucking me slip and slide style while my pussy begged for more. Face, breast and hands pressed up against the shower door as he damn near lifted me off my feet with each suck. I was licking frosted glass because it was so good!

I can’t express enough the fact that my job has MANY perks. I find that I’m almost always enjoying a trip or vacation of some kind on little to no funds of my own. I can afford to travel, but I never have to worry about doing so. When the boss asks me to consult, confirm and close...I do so, at the company’s expense. I’m one of their best and I’m also one of their most-loved reps. The clients love me and request my presence as a preference. Having said that...all I came to Nashville for was to consult with a client at her home, attend a few galas, and enjoy a few hoe downs. Well...I guess, I did in a way. Jacqueline Hunter with her typical big hair and signature [albeit, designer] cowgirl boots...wanted me to enjoy a week at her massive ranch-style mansion and enjoy the stables, grounds and luxury amenities at her expense. It was a gorgeous home and I enjoyed my stay. She was a gracious hostess and made sure that anything I wanted, I got. What she didn't expect was for me to help myself to her husband’s nephew. Cody had sashayed in wearing chaps and a cowboy hat and at first glance I chuckled. Some people REALLY DID live this country life. A farm full of cows, chickens, goats, pigs, horses, and such aren't pictures in a book. They were right in front of me...the sounds, the smells...and this very handsome white boy giving me Urban Cowgirl dreams.

The first time Cody and I spent time together was when Jacqueline’s husband, Roger invited me to come ride with the family. They picked a horse for me, saddled it and made sure I had the appropriate gear to wear. I was nervous. I cracked jokes about how strong the horse needed to be. How he probably hadn't been used to big girls with brown skin. Jacqueline and Roger assured me that it had less to do with that and everything to do with matching the horse’s calm spirit and allowing him to lead me with my own timely but gentle steering. I learned on that trip to not self deprecate for laughs. In different settings it comes off as being uncultured, and others find themselves cringing in embarrassment by your own insecure feelings. I learned to let go and be Elle.

As we were leaving the stables, I spotted Cody...spotting me. He’d been lovingly stroking the mane of beautiful mare and had made eye contact with me. As my horse, “Sunflower” trotted away...I smiled at him sweetly and went on my way.

After an hour of riding and sightseeing, we returned to the stables. Before I could join Jacqueline and the rest of her children going back to the house...Cody cleared his throat and spoke. “*ahem*...Hi there, ma’am. I just wanted to tell you that you are so darn beautiful. Your skin is so smooth looking...” he uttered shyly. I smiled and said, “Why thank you...and your name is?” He smiled widely and I saw the whitest, straightest teeth and noticed that he had full lips. He was something like a Channing Tatum clone, but with curly blonde hair. “...Cody. Cody Graham. Nice to meet you...and your name is?” “Oh! I’m Elle. E-L-L-E...” I said as I extended mine to meet the one seemingly frozen in mid-air. “Like the magazine?” he asked. “Yes...just like that.”

HOW I ended up bent over grabbing my ankles for support while he fucked me country-style behind the stables and a towering shield of hay bales...was beyond me.  “Oh shit...oh wait, no, hold on...oooh yeaaa...oh what the hell are you fucking me with?” He was so big. I was running and he was pulling me back by gathering the hem of my flowing top, which was beginning to choke me. I felt light-headed as he was pounding into me but was helpless to do anything. My pussy was soaked and I could feel the coolness of the breeze on my wet thighs. “Oh GOD...DAMN!” he said repeatedly. He must have felt my top beginning to give way and that’s when he released it and grabbed my waist. His hands were gripping my waist and pulling me in and out...I felt like a rag doll. He released his tensions into me and as he felt me come with him in a violent shake of my lower half, he reached around and pressed down firmly on my clit. When he let me go and I stood up, my back felt broken. I stumbled and he caught me. He giggled a little and asked, “Are you okay, Elle?” I looked at him with blurred vision and said, “Fuck yea...”

That began the week long fuck fest between Cody and I. I was shocked when that man took my orgasm to the next level with his tongue on the third night of my stay. This happened the night after  we first had sex.

I was in my room (thank God that Jacqueline had the genius of mind to give me a room in a separate wing of her home for my privacy). I had just had dinner with the family and decided to go and do some last minute business stuff. I had to conference with my boss Peter and his boss Amelia. We sat on the three-way for about 20 minutes with a summary of how things had gone at the meeting with Jacqueline the first day I got here. I ALWAYS make the initial meeting with my clients on the first day of my arrival so as to get the business out of the way. We tie up loose ends and use whatever time left in my visit to enjoy the scenery. In all truth...most times, I just come home. Anyway, there I am...newly showered after all the business fuss is over. I’m nodding slightly after trying to text Collette back...when there’s a knock at the French doors. I jumped out of my sleep immediately and threw on my robe. I looked past the thick drapery and saw Cody’s smiling face. I unlocked and opened the door and greeted him all while feeling to see how unkempt my hair might be. “You don’t have to worry, Elle...you look like an angel...” he said as he eyed my sleepwear underneath my open robe. I had on a long tank, that really only stopped at the top of my thighs...I had no panties on. He walked straight over to the room’s door and locked it. Cody then turned around and winked at me. I clutched my robe closed almost as if I was afraid of what came next. He sat down in the chair next to mine facing the plasma television mounted on the wall. I sat silently waiting for him to speak. He didn't. Instead, he fell to his knees out of the chair and crawled the short distance between the two seats to me. The look Cody gave me when he slid his frame between my knees was one of asking. His eyes asked me could he be there and I answered by parting them. He ran his hands back and forth over my skin from knee to thigh and said in the sweetest accent, “Geez, you’re soft...I’m about to bust wide open from the way your skin feels, Elle...” I blushed and moaned. He was turning me on and he’d done nothing more than caress me. His hands moved underneath my knees and he pulled me forward which made my tank rise above my waist. He removed my robe and threw it over the other chair. He placed his hands underneath my tank and massaged my breasts. I closed my eyes, tilted my head back and opened my legs wider. Not taking his hands from my nipples, now between his fingers...his tongue landed in my navel.  I felt wetness form between my lips instantly.  He trailed his tongue from my navel to my dripping space and began to paint my pussy with it. He’d lap the pearl of my sweetness and then spread it up and down with his mouth. I  wriggled in place as he softly kissed and tugged at my swollen labia. His tongue...thick, warm, wet and something like a fine instrument...went from dipping in and out of me, to licking me clean and sucking me motionless. When he finally went in on my clit, relentlessly sucking, flicking the tip of his tongue on it, with his thumb in my ass and his index finger in my pussy...I lost it.  I wanted him there and then I didn't...I fought him and pulled him in. I clamped down on his ears and spread my wings as far as I could. While he continued twisting my nipples and strumming them like guitar strings...I let out a wail that could’ve woken the dead. I covered my own mouth and continued to quake on his jaw until I was exhausted from the pleasure.

Once he'd freed himself from my hold and sat back on the floor on his elbows, licking his lips he said, “I like how soft you are...” He said this a lot during my stay. “... you've got the prettiest snatch I’ve seen...ever. Can I take a picture of it?” His request threw me off. Why, I don’t know. “Yes...” I said. I opened up my glory and he pulled out his cellphone. He snapped the pic and thanked me. Then without a word...he took out his dick, then a condom, opened the condom, placed it on and kissed my lower lips long once more. He slid himself into me and I winced...relaxed and closed my eyes again. He fucked me right in that position as I dripped excessively. Oh, DAMN did I get wet with his tool between my legs.

...and that’s how we spent every night afterwards until I left for home. Riding a cowboy.

{Cody in Nashville. 30yrs old. 10” dick. 5 out of 5 kisses + 5 out of 5 licks.

I Don't Wanna

First of all...hi. lol It's been a long time.

Now. I was sitting here thinking on my current state of mind. The understanding or seemingly, acceptance...that I'm single and shall remain that way for a long time. Maybe even forever.

I told my sister today that I simply don't see myself being in a relationship. In my 39 years, not ONE relationship was substantially good for a prolonged period of time. You know? How folks get in a relationship and have some good years and then something happens or just time passes and shit changes? Nope. Either the trouble began early in small, nagging ways...or it started out on the wrong foot...a few months into it. The endings...always the kind that leave a mark. I've never really had one guy leave right...if there is such a thing. I DO know that once they've left...they're gone. That's a good thing, I've deduced...because I don't need no fool coming back and lying about how he's changed when he really just misses the sex or the mind fuck or whatever.

Anyway...as I was having these thoughts...they got deeper. I began to think on the sexual end of things (hence, why I've taken to blogging this under Passion's Fruit and not the Kaleidoscope). I realized that not only don't I want a dude that's possibly gonna start lying, cheating, trying to change and/or control me...but, I don't wanna have sex with anyone. Not really. If I could get it where it was straight sex and no strings, I STILL wouldn't want it. I don't want to relearn someone's body, someone's likes and dislikes. I don't want the pressure of having to be a sexual acrobat, a head-ologist, a kinky dominatrix, a nympho, etc. I don't want to have to accommodate his package's slight with the tightness of my muscles. I don't wanna have to tell him he sucks...or can't. O_O I don't want to have to deal with someone who can't kiss, or doesn't know that I like extra attention paid to my breasts. I don't want to have to learn to like the taste of him, or deal with taco meat, or a number of other nuances that take place in the bedroom.

I feel totally over the concept of being connected to another body or soul. I don't want to talk dirty, I don't wanna dress sexy for him, I don't want to worry if my hair looks nice, I don't want to deal with if I should poot around him yet, or smell his dutch ovens...I don't wanna!

To think...ME..."Kween of Love"...is over it. The woman who used to dream of love, marriage, children, the home, the solid union with her best friend...her being his freak and his only...is over it. I couldn't give an iota of a fuck about a dude right now. Don't get me wrong. I'm nice to guys. Guys smile and say hi...I smile and say hi back. I'll even flirt. I just don't need anything past that. I don't know if that's a good thing...that I'm happy being free of that responsibility...but, it's how I feel. I love being single and not having to worry about what he's doing, with whom and where. I want to be free of that. I LOVE being free of that. All of the details of Facebook status, rings, moving in, blah blah blah! I don't need it.

I suppose, that if it's meant...I mean God says, "Here my child...he is for YOU and you only." it'll be done. Unless I miss that opportunity by feeling how I do currently. ::shrugs::

Whoever he is...has to be AMAZING enough to reach me where I am. Until then, I'm happy with friends and family and just being blessed in the day to day. Maybe it's a good thing that I've lost sight of the "dream"...because maybe then, when it's my time...the dream will be a reality that I couldn't have ever asked for or envisioned.

Until then...I don't wanna.

losing ground

as i lick the tip
of my finger,
then dip
it down and deep
through your spine's crease
i watch you quake
at my touch's grace
as if it all
belongs to me
as i steal a pull
from your bottom lip
and switch
from your neck
to the tip of your chin
i can feel
your thighs widen
to make room
for the enlarging piece
threatening to
touch my womb...
as i say yes
with the warmth
of my space
hovering,
teasing from above
i can feel
your anxiousness
to give touch
i hold onto your gaze
mmmmm
...hold up...
wait!
without aid
your nature
finds mine
and has me sliding
willing my grind
...your lips part
and eyes roll...
a moan
held hostage,
what a sight i behold...
you're pleased
and i like...
your fever sets
to spike
my dress,
removed...
we're naked in plain sight...
as you play outside
my door
my body and mind
willingly
become your whore...
ooh..
my love...
i...i...
made a slip...
i meant to seduce
and prolong
not rise
than sit...
i meant to
excite you
with my intent
but your body's
friction on mine
has me
losing my...
...mind
[you..
feel...
GOOD...]
i'm no longer
the passion's seductress
i'm seduced
by your coy reluctance
and now
that i'm fervently paced
in this carnal lover's race
i am
fucked up
in this game,
stuttering
and mispronouncing your name
looking for my tease
as i rock up and down on my knees,
begging
for my power to return
my breasts heave
from the intensity spurned
they throb with tender
and sensitive pain
raised like,
the tide from the moon's wane
our bodies' direct heat
can't contain this blissful sweet
and it becomes
clear that,
i tripped over my own desires
and now
i am
the one with stoked fires
my thighs clenched
around you
a synchronized
up stroke from you
a down thrust from me
and...oooh wee!
i'm feverish
and heady
intensely ready
for your love to echo
through me in orgasmic twists
then,
...with your kiss
firmly against my lips
and those final swivels
and dips
i realize how i lost ground
...i didn't lose a thing
i gave it up...
in each and every round ;)

28~ Right'Chea, Right Nah

If you could get your hands on some dick right now...how would you like it?


Woooooo

~feeling a lil bad for writing this on a Sunday morning~

Um, Well...*gulping hungrily*

I'z in need. Let's just put it out there. I went from "waiting for my love"...to swearing off sex completely and putting up a brick wall JUST so that I wouldn't have to fend off unwanted advances. Honestly, this was with good intentions...but, it's getting old.

I guess, at 38 I'm at that "peak" I heard of. I swear, I think of sex at the most INAPPROPRIATE damn times. I ain't gonna tell you when and where, but let's just say...I need prayers. (seriously...get on that)

Anywho...

I can't figure out if I want someone to throw me over a couch arm, lift my skirt, smack my ass and enter my whirl pool with one long dive...pounding away until my lips pucker for that ultimate kiss...or have him lay me down softly and make love.

I'm missing the intimacy of love-making and the satisfaction of being "taken" willfully by a confident, "cocky" and  hungry lover. I want to have my breast given exclusive attention with licks, sucks, pulls and kneads that would make dough jealous. I want long kisses, deep and sensuous...kisses on my chin, lovingly placed with the emotion of someone in love with my love. I want to sit on someone and make their eyes close, toes splay and fingers dig deep into my thighs while he fights that explosion...

Yet, I could stand to have my legs thrown back and have my walls compromised by something large from someone who is digging like I owe him money. *you ever had  the opposite dig in your pocket for money...or keys even...and you look at them like, "Oh my...that's turning me on"?*

...no? I guess that's just me...

Either way...I want someone who is gonna put me to bed and wake me back up, just to punish me for even THINKING sleep is in the plans. WAKE UP BISH...take this!!!

~phew~

Yea, I need to go back to bed. It's 6:18am on a Sunday morning and I ain't got the right to be talking like this...

 O__~

26~ Buns, No Dog...

You see how she's tryna pull that lil ass skirt over her ass? Yea...that's me tryna make sure no sausage slips into my canolli hole.

I just had this convo with my sista Dee the other night and I told her why the anal thing is such a NON MUTHAFUCKIN FACTOR to THIS bitch...lmao. (I can't stand Evelyn's trife ass, but that's a funny ass thing to say)...anyway. I have my own personal issues with it and I also haven't met ONE man who has made me feel secure enough (relationship-wise or physically) to indulge in this with him.

While I'm on this subject...(hold on tight to your assholes) I think some people give up the PUSSY too quick, let alone the ass.  I've done it and I don't regret it, but I STILL know that...it was TOO FAST! (Very few relationships I know of have started off as a first night's fuck and become happily ever after...that's most like the EXCEPTION to the rule). So, your ASS sex? THAT should be some sacred thing you hold for someone you love. If you're  letting some dude willy-nilly spread your shit chute wide for no other reason than "I cum hardest when fucked in the back"...then yea, whatever. If I come off judgmental or snobbish or whatever so what. It's MY fuckin' blog and I'll diss if I wanna.

This is my BODY, man...I can't be letting no dude[s] go in on my ass for no sexual pleasure knowing that it can eventually effect the way I am able to hold my shit one day. *insert pic of you messing on yourself one day because your asshole's muskles have weakened* That's my concern...the actual physical effects...and yea the initial pain. It's not in my near future to try and honestly...I pray that if/when I'm sealed with my soul's mate...that he's not interested in my blow hole.

*holding my ass on the way out*

25~ Slosh Slosh

What motivates you to hit your orgasmic peak during a masturbation session?

Joy, firstly...you're a freak! (c) previous blog...lol

Well, I love sounds!

The sound of slapping, wetness, sloshing...I suppose, it's an indication of how aroused I am or can get. I don't know. I'll tell a dude to shut up just so I can enjoy the sex sounds. Why talk dirty when our bodies are talking already?

If it's not that...it'll be the thought of someone doing to me what I'm doing to me. I've gotten off on the memory of a good session with someone. It all depends. Some days, it's about me loving the feeling of my lips' softness, wetness, fullness, "swoleness"...lol...and other times it'll involve a fantasy of someone I've never touched who I long to fuck.

I have even come off the sounds of the construction site nearby. The "tamping" (when they flatten out the hot tar they've put down) sound...a lulling and consistent, "thump...thump...thump" was reminding me of the sound when someone's hitting the bottom and their sac is making a hollow noise on the back of my ass? Yea...that. I guess, the same way I can hear music in everyday sounds...I can hear sex, too. *I need a deep tissue massage...on the INSIDE part...RIGHT now*

~phew~

Yea...that nosy ass Joy. LOL

24~ Freak O'Nature

What's your definition of freaky?

I COULD go and get the definition, copy and paste it and intellectually break it down...but, then I'd also have to have a stick lodged in my ass. LOL

This word is interesting, so I'll put it like this...freaky to ME, is whatever is outside of my comfort zone. It's relevant from person to person. For instance, if I have missionary sex all of the time and never do oral...then, being familiar with every position in the Kama Sutra might be freaky to me. If I do like it in different positions, but don't like anal...anal would be considered freaky. Something "odd" to YOU!

Freaky is whatever the hell turns YOU on...whatever gets you off. Freaky and KINKY however are two different things...but y'all ain't ask me that. lol

Nowadays, freaky or freakin' just means sex period. Nothing out of the ordinary or over the top weird. "I wanna get freaky with you..." may mean, "I wanna lick you up and down, til you say stop..." LOL I think it also can be applied to the level of passion one has for something. A fanatical state. I'm a freak for kitchen stuff. I drool over pots and pans and handy gadgets. See, it's Aaaall relative.

So, yea...that's what freaky means to me.

23~ Yes, Mister...

Dom/Sub...sexy or just an excuse for men to abuse women?

I don't think that...

I've been observing for a LONG time the interactions between doms and subs. Over on 360, I peeped several of these dynamics and read their blogs in curiosity.

What I found personally to be the gist of these relationships...is  trust. I find that the whole point of the roles being played is to submit to someone who you trust and allow them to take you on a journey of sexual freedom and experiences.

I've read stories of subs who had to grow to trust their dom to allow fisting, asphyxiation (not the tamer shit I've heard some friends say they 've experience, but a more intense version), bondage, etc.

Another thing is...

It's not just men who are doms. A lot of doms are women, and men are the subs. Again...it's about trusting someone, loving someone implicitly...trusting them with your life basically. Yes, it's deep. It's like..."I trust you to take my mind, body and spirit to other levels of satisfaction and know that you won't harm me."

That's what I've learned. I don't down anyone for being either role. I actually commend someone for being able to allow someone to have that power over them and let it be a pleasure-seeking thing and not a feeling that somehow they're being abused or mistreated.

If they like it...I love it.

22~ Swap Meet

Swinging...your thoughts...

Hmmm...

Well, I know people do it. If they like it I love it. I haven't done it and don't plan to. I'm a very private lover...therefore, me trading mates ain't in the cards.

I guess for me...it's like, I've been cheated on...so I participated in some "involuntary swinging". I haven't experienced anything thus far in my lifetime that has opened me up to even wanting to delve into that life.

So, in conclusion (this was short as hell)...I don't think much of it.

Swing on swingers...

21~ Slow It Down

Photo by TraceLegacy

Make a music playlist you would like to get busy to...(name of artist, title of song, why you chose it)

I have a lot of songs...some are nasty songs and some are love songs that I just think make you want to slowly take your time surveying the extent of someone's skin...::shivering::...

`Prince~ Insatiable | well, what more do I have to say?

`Adina Howard~ Nasty Grind | ...again...what's to say? lol

`John Legend~ Another Again | ...this song right'chea? Between the soft flute-like notes, the the beat and the words...it's almost like you're musically saying to a lover, "Let's do it again..."

`Claudette Ortiz~ Message To You | ...well, from the moment I first heard this song, I've been in love with it's piano rifs and lovely melody. This is that "make love to me so we can make it all better song"

`Faith Evans~ Right Here | ...have you heard this song? SEXY!

`Beyonce~ Speechless |  Yea. Get into that. lol

`Floetry~ Getting Late | ...cuz, it's getting late ;)

`Jamie Foxx f/Marsha Ambrosius~ |  Freakin Me...O__O

`Jill Scott~ Crown Royal | It's pretty much instructional. LOL

`Usher~ Seduction  | O_O

`Debarge~ Love Me In A Special Way | ...also instructional...

`Marvin Gaye~ Anything | ...I'd fuck to Got To Give It Up, lol...that man's voice is fire.

`Joi~ Lick | ...yea.

`Janet Jackson~ Ropeburn |

`Joe~ More and More | Yes, sex music for every room in the house...

`R. Kelly~ The Greatest Sex | That song does it for me...

`Marsha Ambrosius~ With You | I just heard this song on TV and yea...that shit is sexy.

`Michael Jackson~ The Lady In My Life | Don't sleep on Mike...that's a sexy/sensual ass song


Let me tell y'all. I had MAD songs run through my head...and honestly, some of them I can't quite remember the damn title or artist. Whenever I'm asked to recall music, my mind swims with music that spans well over half a century...I always walk away feeling like I forgot some shit. I also know I'm gonna see the lists of all the other ladies after this and be like, FUCK...I FORGOT that one, too!!!

So...yea. Um...I also cheated. I had a playlist with some of these songs on it...I'm telling you...I got overwhelmed. LOL

20~ Oooooh Chaaaah-leee

Tell a story of your most embarrassing sex experience...

Well this is easy...

The SAME mofo I regretted screwing is involved. Yea, THIS should've been a warning to me. Actually, there were three up until the big Non-Bang. Each time we'd tried to screw...something went horribly wrong.

THIS particular time (the third penalty flag thrown on the field) was most embarrassing. Here I am, wearing my sexiest drawlz, shaved to smooth proportions, tits freed...skin softer than a punk bish. He's all up in my wetness with his fingers...testing the waters.

Just as he pulls up to it...my legs widen for entry...and BANG!!! BOOM!! CHAH-LEE...the horse.

My foot curled up like the Wicked Witch of the East. Imagine freshly pedicured toes all special bus looking and the muscle in my calf hardening like bad biscuits! OWWW!!! Meanwhile...as I'm in excruciating pain and dude is doing what he's doing to help me...I feel silly. Cooch wet, panties now off...cool air hitting it...all while I howl in pain and roll around like Peter on Family Guy.

"Ssssssssssssssssss...aaaaaaaaaah"

O__O

I finally made it to the point that I could force myself to stand up to bring the deformity that was my foot back to normal. It pained for a whole day afterward.

The only name I was screaming...was Chah-lee's. lmaooo

15~ Oops...Didn't See You

Have you ever been caught masturbating or having sex? Tell the story...

Wellllll...

The one time that I've ever been caught having sex was when my 1st and I were getting it on in his living room. SHAMEFULLY...his mom was in the back asleep in her room...and we THOUGHT his little nephew was asleep, too.

No dice. It's like kids are natural cock blockers...shit!

Picture it...1990...or was it '89? Either way...I'm over his house wearing my off-white "swing" mini-skirt and a top I can't recall. Clearly, the skirt was killing it and he rose to the occasion. He was sitting in the arm chair and asked me to "sit on his lap". Wooo weee. *ahem* Yea, well...I ended up sitting on his lap with my back to him...panties down and the full-on recipient of some pushing up motions. LOL

Now, from anyone's view that could see...I just looked like I was sitting on his lap and he was holding me. WHY did this 3yr old kid say, "Ooooh, GRANDMA...Aunt Kali is on Uncle *****'s laaaap"...as he runs toward the back. I move to get up and catch his little ass, when UNK grabs me back down and says, "Let's finish..." LOL

Yea...I don't think his grandma believed him considering she was half-sleep...but, I do wonder if mi sobrino (That's what I call him) remembers that day...I hope not. LOL

KIDS!

Elle's Tales: Malachi

{Malachi, 36, Tahiti}


Vacation. Something that I don't get often. Sure, I go from city to city. State to state...all for clients...and yes, in between I meet some very impressive lovers. BUT...when, I plan my own vacation I fully intend on being even more scandalous...indulging in the highest levels of debauchery for which I'm capable.


Tahiti has been in the making for a few months. After traveling back home and then to San Francisco...I wanted to parlay my down time as far away from family and familiar faces as possible. My best friend and sometimes co-hort, Collette was first up for an invitation to join me. She is a given, because we do our best "fucking up"...together. We've NEVER had an intimate moment before and we planned on keeping it that way. We've been propositioned numerous times...but, we just aren't into each other. We're tight like a virgin's legs. Period


~the trip~


I packed very lightly. This is TAHITI for sun's sake. Everything was light, flowy dresses, barely there tops and skirts, and a few thongs for when I decided underwear were necessary. The shoe game, however...stays tight. I took more pairs of heels and wedges than anything else. Nights dancing to Tahitian sounds are only as wonderful as the shoes I'm wearing. Once packed, Collette and I hopped our flight, riding clouds to the island of Tahiti.


The sights and scenery? Well, it can only be described as God's art. It's what God does in his spare time when He's got nothing better to do than perfect the color of things. I honestly got so caught up in my view from the plane and the ride to our hotel...that I forgot to snap photos. Thankfully, Collette always picks up where I leave off.


Fast forward>> We've hit our rooms (adjoining), freshened up and changed clothes for a little walk around the island we're on...Bora Bora. A lifelong dream of mine to vacation here...come true before my eyes. My camera was definitely ready for aim. I dressed in a gradient blue sleeveless wrap dress that tied right under my breasts. My floppy hat for shade, and a pair of flat sandals. At some point, Collette and I with our different interests...hers, the water...mine the island...separated. We promised to meet back in a couple of hours at the room for dinner. Both of us REALLY were just making sure that whatever we "shopped for" on the island didn't collide. We liked keeping our trysts separate from our friendship even though we were the only ones we trusted with these erotic escapades.


I ended up joining a group of tourists hiking along the scenic routes. The guide was gorgeous. He wore nothing but a sarong, beads and a traditional floral crown. There was something about him. He wasn't your average Tahitian native. I could tell from his accent. It wasn't as deep as the other islanders...making me feel kindred with him. He guided, showing the glory of his island...proudly pointing out beautiful apexes, serene waters tucked within palm trees and other exotic fauna. I was moist through the entire hike. His bare chest, flexing with every hand gesture and arm lift towards a sight...was making me want to tackle him mid-sentence and show those tourists a REAL scene. I filled my two micro chips up with plenty of evidence that I DID see some of the island. I got a mean tan and a nice work out for my calves. I gave Mr. Be Still My Pulsing Parts...one last glance and began the trek back to my lodging. I got 10 or more feet from the group when I felt his hands cup my elbow gently...


"Excuse, me Ma'am...may I have a moment?" He asked.
My eyes lit and I said, "Yes, may I help you?" I was amazed at his clearly "American" accent.
"I was wondering if you'd like to come to a traditional Tahitian dinner with me..." he asked.
I couldn't stop staring at him. His chiseled jawline, silkened and wild eyebrow, his full heart-shaped lips...all were coming together to form this splendid man looking at me...awaiting an answer.
"Um, sure...why not. I'm here for the full experience. I'd love to. Can I bring a friend?" I asked, remembering that Collette and I were supposed to eat dinner together.
"Yes, you can bring who you like. I'm sure he will enjoy the festivities as well..." he said, conspicuously fishing.
I giggled and said, "No, my friend is a woman...there is no "he" on this trip." he placed his hand on his chest dramatically, looking upward and said, "Oh, good...I would've been broken hearted to have watched you on another man's arm tonight."
Mission accomplished. I blushed, smiled, and leaked all at the same time. 
"Good...give me your room number and I will escort you and your friend to dinner."
I told him where I was staying and which "hut" I was in...and he promised to see me in a few hours.


~back at the room~


"No, I have plans, sis..." Collette said. I looked at her with that knowing look and said, "Wow, you work fast!" and laughed. She said, "...I met a local guy who wants to hook up for dinner...so, I'll have to decline your invitation." I thought about it for a split pea second and said, "GOOD...this guy is fine as frog hair...so, I REALLY don't mind being alone with him." We giggled a little. Helped each other pick out an outfit and made sure make up and hair was flawless. Collette had long, naturally wavy hair down to the small of her back. She reminded me of a very tanned East Indian. Tall with a thickened frame...Collette was the center of attention. When we met, it was like kismet that two very "visible" ladies...would gravitate and bring about a swarm of attention from every guy within eye range. Collette, literally took her hair, parted it into two's, and bow tied it. She secured it with a wooden clip in the shape of a flower and she was done. Her date, "Francois"...came through and scooped her up. They waved goodbye and off into the Tahitian sunset they went. I finished my own hair...by banana-clipping it into a mohawk. My above shoulder-length hair, curly from being dampened frizzed into a perfect do with a little covering my eye. It was hot. I had on a red floor-length halter dress made of a thin breathable cotton. It flowed when I walked, giving a peek at my red thong kitten heels.


As I was checking my reflection in the mirror...a knock came at the door. I opened it and there he was. He inhaled and breathed out aggressively as if he'd almost lost his breath. He said, "You're an angel...your physical beauty is exasperating." That's when it hit me. He IS American. I said, "Where are you from? And...what is your name?" I laughed nervously, almost ashamed I hadn't gathered this information earlier. He said, "I am from here...well, kind of. My mother is a Tahitian native, my dad an American. I've lived back and forth both places...living mostly here. I do spend a lot of time in the states, though. By the way...I'm Malachi Donovan." he said, as we left my room and walked. I smiled and eased up a little. Knowing he was from home gave me permission to relax. I asked if he was married or involved, to which he replied no. He told me of how he could've very well been heir to his dad's hometown business...printing...yet, he chose to live in Bora Bora and play native man. His parents were never married, but carried a long term affair that existed only when his father found time to vacation on Tahiti's islands. Sounded typical of American men and their often philanderous ways. I wanted to ask what nationality his father was, but I didn't want to seem crass. "What nationality is your father?" I asked, in spite of my nano second of conscience. "My father is part Irish-part Jamaican." ,he answered. "Wow..." I said. "...that seems like a pretty interesting mix of heritage you've got going there." He laughed and said, "Yes...my grandmother is Irish and my grandfather a Jamaican, straight off the banana boat." We laughed some more. We talked and giggled all of the way to a beautiful short stucco ranch home. It was butter yellow with white shutters and a brown door. Carefully tended flowers and bushes, traced the outline of the stone path leading to the door. As soon as we got within feet of the door...it swung open and a middle aged woman, standing a little taller than me, greeted me and invited me in.


Malachi's mother made a Tahitian feast to which I've never been fed so wonderfully. Who would've thought you could eat so much roasted pig, taro, peruvian blue potatoes, and some kinda meat and rice wrapped in huge leaves? We left shortly after eating to walk off the monstrous meal we'd consumed. I couldn't believe I ate so much in front of Malachi. I should've been embarrassed, but between the laughter of his family, the music, the food and the welcoming feeling...I didn't have a chance to. As we walked back to my room...we talked.


"I'm glad you enjoyed my mother's cooking...she seemed to enjoy bringing you more." he laughed
"I loved the cuisine...nothing like what I'm used to...good nonetheless." I said as I smiled girlishly.


There was something about Malachi that was different. This guy was making my stomach flip and causing my back to arch. I felt warm throughout my face and I couldn't stop smiling. He was god-like in his physical presence...his frame a testimony of what a man's physique should be. He made me want to get in shape! {lol} His long curly hair, pulled back into a ponytail...more like a set of curtains drawn for a performance. I noticed...dimples. Deeply caven into his cheeks bringing emphasis to an already gorgeous smile. His broad neck...flawlessly leading into the well-defined shape of his shoulders and arms. His lips moved...softly...perfectly...bringing about decadent whispers falling off of his tongue. I wondered if he could sing...I wondered if he'd read to me. I wondered...


"Elle? Are you okay? Where were you?" he asked
"Oh, I was wondering where Collette is right now...I mean, we don't really know our way about the island...so, I think I should go to my room and wait for her to show..." I quickly said, while walking a little faster as I saw the grouped huts come into full view.
"Oh, I was hoping we could have a drink or two...walk by the lagoon and take in the moon and water..." He said with the most disappointing tone.
"Yes...that sounds wonderful...we'll do that before I leave. I promise. I am just concerned for Collette. Tomorrow?" I asked, not really needing his reply.
"Sure...no problem. I'm glad you had a good time. My family enjoyed you. Contrary to what you may think...I don't bring every beautiful tourist woman I see to my mother's home."
I could tell he felt the need to clarify. He picked up on my haste and probably wondered whether it was some notion that came to mind in a flash concerning his romantic habits.
"No..." I said assuringly, "I didn't think you did. I just need to sleep off such a fabulous meal. Like I said...we'll definitely get together soon before I leave the island."
I hugged him, inhaled his scent for posterity, released him and went inside my room.


I avoided him for the rest of my trip. I made Collette do tourist things with me as I looked over my shoulder...seeing Malachi in every Tahitian man's face. I knew...if I spent ONE more moment with that man...I'd fall in love.


{Malachi. 36. Tahiti. No rating can describe him...}

Elle's Tales: India

{India, 40, San Francisco, CA}


I haven't had a girl in a while. I don't really crave women much anymore...but, they LOVE me. I remember the woman who walked up to me in the department store as I was in line to try on a dress. She, behind me...leans forward and whispers, "Let me help you into and OUT of that baby..." I did, too. She came right into my changing room with me, pretending to know me and ate my pussy from behind while I watched in the mirror. Afterward...she took off my clothes sweetly, put the dress on me, placed my breasts nicely into it and zipped it. She said it looked gorgeous on me...and bought it. I have her number still. She has definitely eaten at Elle's more than a few times. I even let her fuck me with a strap-on...she likes that shit. That was several years ago though when I was straight out of college. Since her, I haven't been with another female...


...til, India...


I was visiting my sister Dahlia in San Fran. She moved out there right after her own graduation from college and subsequent engagement to her now husband, Kenton...a big time real estate investor. They have 3 children...one of which is my soon-to-be born niece, Lillian Sky. I'm here for the shower and to also handle some convenient business for my bosses. When they saw I would be in San Fran, they immediately found two different clients that needed to be consulted with. I'd spend a day or two doing business and the rest of the week basking in my sister's pregnancy and quality time with my niece, Mikole (9) and nephew, KJ (4). 


First day in, was business...after doing what I do, the clients were satisfied with what the home office wanted to discuss and waived any reason to meet again while I was in San Fran. I decided after leaving my client's offices...to go touring. It'd been so long since I'd been to San Francisco and wanted to experience the cable cars and wonderful views. I always got swept up with family plans. I made sure my digital camera had ample memory and battery power and hopped aboard a car going down Market Street. I stood, camera mounted at chin level, ready for the most picturesque shots I could capture...when, SHE bumped into me. I'm still not sure if I believe it was an accident...but, it happened.


"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hit you..." she said.
"No problem, close quarters." I replied, going back to my views...I barely looked at her.


A moment passed and she said, "You smell so good, what is that fragrance?" I looked back at her and was amazed at this woman's near perfect looks. Taller than me by a few inches, she was what had to be a mix of things...olive tone, light brown eyes, super curly lashes and full lips with highlighted brown, curly hair, closely cropped. Not looking a bit of the 40yrs I found out she was. Without pausing, I said, "It's a mixture of two. One is a citrus oil...the other is an oil called "Patchouli". I get them from a small shop where I'm from." She leaned in closely...waving her nose in the vicinity of my collarbone. "Mmmm, I could lick you..." she said smiling. I said, "Wow...did you say that? Out loud?" She leaned in again and said, "My name is India...and yes, I said it. You'd let me, too...I can tell." By then, my nipples were peeking at her through my sleeveless silk blouse and I began clinching my thighs together to keep any stray seepings from getting loose. I smiled and said, "My name is Elle...nice to meet you, India." I was indeed deflecting. I hadn't been with a woman in several years...and though the experience was stellar...I simply couldn't carry on an ongoing affair with another woman. I crave the strength of a man between my thighs. Ms. India, though? She was putting moves on me...and I was losing ground.


She reached in her purse and extracted a card. "Here you go...you can call me if you decide that you need an expert to handle your needs." And with that, she exited the cable car and sashayed up the hill and out of sight. I was blown away by her walk and until I couldn't see her anymore, I watched her soar away like some exotic bird.


When I got back to Dahlia's we ate and did some errands. We couldn't have been back more than a few minutes when her friend Vivian called. Dahlia had her on speaker...as if she needed it. She was loud as fuck. "Yea Dahlee (as we all called her)...come over so we can meet your sis. Me and the girls are here. We have liquor...JUICE for you...and food. PLENTY of food. We're having a pre-shower shower for you! haha." Dahlia said, "My sister is sitting right here...it's up to her. She's visiting, so it's her family time, Viv..." I shook my head no and then said, "No way, it's up to the guest of honor...I'll go wherever she goes." I said. We agreed to go to Viv's and kick it for a while with her girls.


Vivian's house was nice. A classic Victorian style...very popular in San Fran painted peach with white trim. Stepping INSIDE was something different. Absolutely contemporary. She had a very specific taste...and I could tell she might be anal...well, OCD. *snickering*


"WELCOME!" Viv yelled. She's even louder in person...damn. She cackled, hugged Dahlia and then me. I was introduced to everyone in the room by the human megaphone as we entered the spacious living room. "Hey everyone, this is Elle...Dahlia's sister. Elle, this is Sienna, Morgan, Essence, Theresa and Theresa's sister, India..." Well...well...well. I thought. There stood the beautiful India...looking like a piece of Viv's contemporary art. Everyone waved, shook my hand or hugged...but, India and I nodded and diverted glances back to other people. I was nervous through the serving of dinner and through the games. I won the word scramble and the "what's in your bag?" game...I carry EVERY thing but the kitchen sink, unless you want to count wipes and sanitizer a sink. As cupcakes were being given out with sparkling wine (apple cider for Dahlee)...India came and sat down next to me. She asked me to come with her for a second. Her sister, Theresa watched us intently. Clearly, she's aware of her sister's "taste" in lovers and wondered if I, too...were swinging "that-a-way". I didn't care what she thought...I'm free to be Elle, so I got up and followed India into a spare room in Viv's 4 bedroom home. I figured maybe she wanted to discuss quickly where we could meet or whether she wanted for the people in the room to know her persuasion. When we got into the room, India threw me up against the wall and slipped her hand under my skirt. I didn't do SHIT. I just let her handle me. I had dudes handle me with more care than this chick...but it was doing something for the tingle in my spine. She told me to spread my legs, as she fingered her way through my crevice. She was literally holding me against the wall with one hand palming my right breast as she dug for my gold with the other. She then finally met eyes with me...no expression at all, until she saw my eyes roll back and my legs tremble. Only then did she smile. She said, "I'm not finished..." She bent down and tongue-fucked me while people walked to and fro past this bedroom. I heard people asking where we were and got nervous...but the sounds funneled out with her hungry licks and nibbles on my clit. She kept going back and forth between sucking my lips, clit and thighs...placing her thumb in my pussy and her middle finger in my ass...twisting my nipples with her free hand and humming in a low tone that made my legs rock back and forth from buckling to standing straight. I was bouncing before I knew it and she quickened her pace. This chick was WORSE than a man. The way she did this, made me feel like a man was between my legs. I started moaning lightly in a weirdly symphonic way. When I came on her tongue...she stood up, kissed me and licked both fingers. I looked down to see if my legs were still there and all I saw was drips of my cum on Viv's wood floor.


India disappeared into the adjoining bathroom...gargled and wiped her face. I went and cleaned up (including a quick swab to the floor beneath me). India returned to the front...and not long afterward, Dahlia came to the door, knocked and entered. I was sitting on the chair fixing my shoe. "Um, Lil One...what the hell happened in here? Did India come onto you?" she asked. I looked my sister in her face and said, "No, but I came ON her..." My sister burst into laughter and said, "Oh my Lord...my sister is a Lesbian!!". I giggled some more and said, "No, not really. I've had experiences with a few women, but I fully love and enjoy men more." She seemed okay with knowing that for the first time...and together we returned to the front. India winked and smiled while sipping from her wine glass. The rest of the ladies just stared and smiled. Eventually, the shock in the air dissipated and we continued on laughing and drinking until we parted ways. We saw each other again at Dahlee's baby shower and then I left. I DID however promise her that next time was HER turn. I would mount that Amazonian beauty about 9 weeks later when my niece was born. India, my sweet India. I have to be careful with her...she had me eying San Francisco real estate for a hot second...~phew~


{India. 40yrs. San Francisco. Thick and long tongue. 5 out of 6 licks}