The Beautiful Kind

We are sitting on the couch where we had our first Cuddle Movie night six months ago. Soft music is playing, a candle is lit. We’ve spent the past couple hours talking, updating his online dating profile, catching up. We are terrific friends, but I want more than that. I sit close to him, but really I want to crawl right inside him – I can’t get close enough.

I watch his every move hungrily and shyly – I pay attention to how his great hairy arm flexes as he cuts into a tight, round pluot streaked with red and orange with a paring knife. He balances a slice on the end of the knife, looks me in the eye, and offers it to me.

I reach to take it, think again, lower my hand, and allow him to insert the knife inside my open and waiting mouth.

“Careful,” he whispers as the fruit slides off the blade. I bite down on the sweet, firm flesh.

He switches to hand feeding me, and his fingers touch my lips. I feel like a baby bird - at least, inside I feel like that – clamoring, frenetic…

He finishes feeding me, sets aside the plate, and puts a paw on my neck and kneads it.

“You’ve got a knot,” he murmurs. “Come down here,” he gestures to the floor in front of him, and I kneel in front of him and he rubs his rough hands together rapidly to generate heat. I close my eyes as he lays those hot hands on my neck…the back of my head…and works my kinks out.

He takes one of my braids and slides off the band, then loosens it. My hair spills silky through his fingers, falls loose down my back…he undoes the other. My head tingles at the gentle ministration.

Love washes over me.

I can’t stand it anymore. Even though I am nervous, I stand up, face him, take a deep, shuddering breath, and climb onto his lap. I straddle him like a horse. I almost expect him to shove me away, cuz it’s like a dream, too good to be true, but he lets me melt into him…

I put my arms around his neck, toy with the soft curls that fall at his collar. I look down, I can’t look at him, it’s too much…

Slowly I lean in to kiss him. At first we just breathe on each other, I’m pulsing, and then our soft lips touch, and I feel electrified. I moan into his mouth. I’ve wanted this for so long… We kiss sweetly, I’m swooning. He puts his big hands on either side of my head and pulls me in…his tongue fills my mouth, I taste sweet musk, whiskey, I soak up his juices…

My dress is hiked up, I slowly gyrate against him. I reach down and boldly unbuckle his belt, undo his pants, pull the zipper down with a grating tug. His hands roam over my body, rest on my hips, I’m rocking in a boat on a moonlit lake…

I reach down into the depths of his boxers and find my prize – it’s so hot and hard and upright.

I work it out of its confines, I’m entering a zone, I push my panties aside with my other hand, I line his cock up with my molten, wet center. I rub his stiffness up and down my pussy lips, it’s not real, it’s a dream, I have to take it now! Before I wake up…

I push down on him, and he’s like a knife entering a soft, juicy peach, he splits me and fills me, aims for my stone…. I want to fuck him wildly, devour him, but I force myself to go slow, go for the slow fuck…

I’m whimpering in his ear, he’s holding on to me, I dance in the clearing of a moonlit forest, I slowly turn in circles with my arms out, my feet are no longer touching the ground, but he won’t let me go…

I am filled with his grace and my eyes are closed and I pick up the pace, it feels so fluid, like I’m treading water in a warm, pristine lagoon…

“Cum for me,” he whispers, such a sweet command, he is right there with me, ushering me to the light, and doing his bidding becomes my life goal.

I pump faster, like a swing going higher and higher, I’m going to touch the sky, and he tells me, as if whispering a secret, “I’m going to cum, too….”

I’m not sure if he’s going to pull out, if he’s going to veer off the path at the last minute, but he doesn’t, we reach That Place together, head on, o god he pushes deep inside me and groans and fills my core with his seed… and I’m filled with gratitude, I almost weep.

Long time coming.

I don’t ever want to move from this spot. He is my throne.

And I am his crown jewel.

I shudder, squeeze his big shoulders, and look him in the eye.

B Diddle - I’ve waited six months for this, which in slut years is an ETERNITY. Delicious details to be posted this Thursday…
Rev. Lion
Lokey
The Virgin
Tom
Manj
Rapunzel
Sapph
Chiavata
Sunday
Fallen Angel
Big Boy
Westley200
Rockabilly Girl

B Diddle - It is time.
Rev. Lion
Lokey
The Virgin
Tom
Manj
Rapunzel
Sapph
Chiavata
Sunday
Fallen Angel
Big Boy
Westley200
Rockabilly Girl

A few hours before our date, young Westley emailed me saying: “I’m quivering with manticipation.”

I have to admit, I was looking forward to it, too. He’s tall, dark, handsome, prime cougar material… I had a hunch he was a good lover. My intuition was spot on.

It was our first date. I told him I wanted him not to shave for a couple days prior, since I’m a fan of the stubble. He said he would accommodate me as long as I wore a skirt for him. Done and done. He picked me up and we had sushi. You’ll recall that sushi is like foreplay to me.

Then we went back to his place. His place is the basement of his dad’s house. OH MY GOD his dad is one rich motherfucker. That place was SWANK - luxurious landscaping, exclusive neighborhood, crystal, vintage guitars, poof dog, full bar, pool table, the place went on and on…

We retired to his bedroom and I asked to see the porn stash on his computer. It was the first time he watched porn with a woman - he showed me this hot sybian video featuring an adorable Russian chick.  He’s also into celebrities, pretty faces, and sex scenes from mainstream movies. We watched this one with Demi Moore and Michael Douglas that was pretty hot, some fun power exchange going on there.

He had this one really cute video with Nina Hartley demonstrating how to eat pussy. He did his homework with that - got a gold star, even though I practically wore him out - it can take me a while to cum with someone new.

But he got me back by wearing me out later!

But let me back up - I told him I don’t fuck on the first date. I used to routinely, but have since discovered that seduction and anticipation makes the courtship process more fun. So I was expecting our date to be a meet-n-greet, not a meet-n-eat… But I dunno, I was just feeling it. He was such a sweetheart.

We took turns giving each other backrubs, and when he laid face down on the bed, I straddled him and pressed my body against his, letting my hair drape around his head and my tits press against his back. He turned his head, our mouths were close to one another’s, and so we went ahead and kissed. It was nice.

I let him sit up, and asked if he was wearing a t-shirt under his button down. He said yes, I said, “Is it a wifebeater?!” He said, “Well I call it an A-frame shirt, since wifebeater sounds white trash.”

“Hmf, whatever Richie Rich!” I scoffed, and started unbuttoning his shirt.

“Now come on,” he protested, “I’m not some spoiled rich kid. This house isn’t me.”

“I’d say you’re pretty spoiled right now…”

While we were getting down, I could hear his dad walking around upstairs, which was totally hot. He had no idea his son had a cougar in the house…

And it was interesting - non-sexually, he’s just a nice guy, almost dorky. But when we entered the sex zone, he turned sexy and mature.

He stopped and asked, “So what do you want?”

I replied, “I want you to take control. I want to feel you.”

With that, he pinned me to the bed by my wrists, our bodies pressed together as we kissed.

I got a little too eager and already mentioned this, but it’s worth mentioning again - he ate my pussy, and it was GOOD. He stayed steady on it, didn’t give up too soon, had some awesome tongue flick moves - anytime he got tired, he would downgear to something different, but then would switch back to the lizard treatment I like so well.

I sucked his cock, and at one point he looked down at me and said with a playful smile, “You really enjoy doing that, don’t you?”

My mouth was full, so I just gave him a look.

He worshiped my breasts wonderfully - you should have heard me carrying on - I giggled and sighed like I was at an Elvis concert.

We had the sex - he had these fun condoms that were packaged in little discs. He was sooo hard, and did me soo good - it got pretty energetic. Missionary, me on top, doggy style… Oh, and he’s a growler! AND he’s werewolf hairy!!! Chest, back, even epaulets… He has werewolf eyes - amber and changing…

Here is a bit in his words:

We started off with you riding me slowly.  I slid into you wonderfully with your pussy glistening from my tongue moments earlier.  I could tell you wanted more and you started riding me like an animal.  Your voice reaching peaks and speeds when we found that rhythm together.  I loved your voice when you got really excited.  When you were near climax you started moaning louder.  You would tell me not to stop.  Your words would fly out so fast as if you didn’t have time to express all you needed to as I fucked you faster.  As you came I could physically feel your pussy tightening and releasing around the shaft of my rock hard cock.  After you came we switched to me mounting on top of you.  Sliding into you again and working slowly.  The head of my cock easing lightly through your pussy lips, back and forth, never quite going all the way in.  Without warning I thrust into your waiting pussy, engorged with anticipation.  I started moving into you deeply, although not so much with speed.  Your legs then draped over my shoulders as I was on my knees pounding into you.  We fucked until we were both covered in sweat.  When all was done the force of my thrusting had nearly thrown us from the bed itself.

The session went on for a long time, leaving me very satisfied. We finally finished him off by hand, taking turns jerking it. I liked watching him do that… as for me, I came three times. Yes, yes yes!

Later, he told me he sported a war wound - a deep scratch on his shoulder. I told him, “Ha, you got scratched by a cougar!”

He replied, “I may have been scratched by a cougar, but the cougar was definitely eaten by me. ;-)”

B Diddle - …………………….
Rev. Lion
Lokey
The Virgin
Tom
Manj
blueridgemariposa
Sapph - she is YATBK this week!
Chiavata
Sunday
Fallen Angel
Big Boy
Westley200 - story to be posted on Thursday!
Rockabilly Girrrl

In my last post about The Virgin, I said I never imagined that I would be intimate with him. What I didn’t mention is that back when I was with Beau, I asked him for permission to gift The Virgin with my box of moonlight. He said no.

So you better believe as soon as I was my own woman again, I pulled out my wish list and started checking things off. I never thought it would turn into a monumental project. And that it would be Beau’s brainchild! Thank you, Beau…

The Virgin picked me up for our date. He was wearing a fun werewolf shirt, apropos since it was almost the full moon and he had a delightfully hairy body.

I asked him when was the last time he got off - he told me it had been almost a week. !!! Aww, he was saving his load for me…

We went to dinner at one of those fancy Japanese places where they pretend to squirt you with sauce and flip knives around. We warmed our bellies with sake, he commented that that was his last meal as a virgin, and then we headed to the City Museum. It was his first time there. He was expecting a normal, formal museum, not a crazy interactive recycled freakout playground. Yay!

We had so much fun exploring the place, getting cocktails in the log cabin, finding nooks and crannies in which to explore each other. Two highlights were crawling through a dark labyrinth, finding a dead end, and taking advantage of it.

The other was the wooden door in the Enchanted Cave. The cave is a dim, eerie, dank place, full of tunnels and secret spots.

We walked down one side path, and I saw a wooden door in the wall. It was so fairy tale! I took a chance and pushed on it. It opened. I slipped inside, and The Virgin followed me.

It was pitch black in there, save a couple blinking red lights from a control panel. It was a boiler room meant for mop buckets and employees only. We listened to gaggles of teenagers go by as we made out. I sank down to my knees and blew him - it was so exciting! I felt like a witch - I wanted so bad to fuck his virgin ass in the Enchanted Cave, but he didn’t want to chance getting busted in on his first time, and I respected that, so we just primed his pump with the blowjob. Plus, he wanted to EAT SOME PUSSY.

(Read The Virgin’s version of how things went up til this point here.)

So we left, got back to his place, made makeshift martinis out of freeze pops and vodka (very White Trash in the City, but he didn’t even have orange juice!), and showered together.

After that, we retired to the bedroom. He lit some candles, brought out his variety tin of condoms, and we were ready to ritual.

Here are the panties I wore this time:

He got his FIRST TASTE OF PUSSY. He said he liked it. He made me cum, nice! Then he went for round two, but this time he took a black vibrator and held it on his chin as his tongue went to work on my lips and clit. Success #2!

Finally, it was time for him to enter my goddess glory hole. I told him we should take a pic of the moment of entry, but he passed on that. We strapped on a condom, he got on top, said to me, “I have no idea what I’m doing here,” I said, “you’re doing fine!” and let him figure it out. He pushed in, it slipped out, stuck it back in again, and then he floundered a little.

I realized he had never thrusted before, so he was experiencing a very new sensation. Oh man he loved it. He played around with movements, pushed in, I told him to go deeper, ahhh that felt nice. We fucked. He came. He said, “I’m ready for round 2!”

I laughed, we switched condoms, and I got on top this time. As I rode him he groaned, “You like riding that virgin cock, don’t you!” I did, it felt really special. He had a great view, he told me I looked fantastic. He came again. I told him, “Round 3 can be in the morning!”

As I dismounted, he smacked my ass and said, “Shame on you, Ms. Beautiful, taking my virginity like that!” I grinned, hee hee.

We snuggled in for the night, and he cuddled me hardcore. It was the first time he slept with another person, so I wasn’t sure how he would handle it, if it would feel too weird for him, but he took to it like a duck to water. He practically pinned me all night!

In the morning we woke to torrential rain, and in the grey dawn I stroked his cock. I asked if he wanted to throw down doggy style and he said hell yeah! So I got on my hands and knees and he got behind me, suited up, and drove it home. This time he was perfectly at ease, and fucked me well, so well that all the consistent pounding and friction brought an orgasm on for me. I gasped, “I’m gonna cum!” and he cried back, “I am too!” and we came together. Wow.

So yeah ladies, this Stud formerly known as The Virgin is ready to ROCK. He passed all course requirements with flying colors. This Slut gives him an A!

(Read The Virgin’s version here.)

The Virgin and I had our date set for deflowering him, and I was really getting excited about that, but then I went and started my period. I’m fine with fucking on the rag, but I wanted The Virgin’s first time to be perfect. AND I wanted oral. (Man o man, what will his first taste of pussy be like?? I better show him this link.) Anyway, we decided to go through with the date anyway. There was still plenty of room for fun.

We hadn’t seen each other in over a year, so when he picked me up in his immaculate car, I was surprised at how good looking he was. He was dressed all hip, right down to his swanky shoes. And he smelled nice, too. I love how he has skin as pale as mine, but dark hair and eyes so dark they are like sparkling obsidian, shrewd and intelligent.

The Virgin is not a warm person, he comes off as aloof. In some ways I think he’s a little robotic - he’s so clean, precise, stoic, perfect posture, listens to techno music. The vibe he gives off doesn’t match up with all the personal feelings he pours out on his blog - he’s a very private person. He keeps his guard up. But he’s very nice and considerate, smart and talented.

The drive to dinner was friendly but a little professional. I didn’t want to freak him out right off the bat, so I managed to behave during dinner. There’s that old adage, If you can’t say something that’s not completely filthy, don’t say anything at all. So that’s why I was a little quiet.

But after dinner when he suggested we go to a porn store, I perked up. Porn stores are much more fun when you go with a virgin. And I’ll bet he will agree that they are much more fun when you go with a slut.

We browsed movies, looking for titles like these. I wanted something really skeezy, so I asked him if we could get this one called Toilet Whores (WOW, I just now noticed the cock and pussy embellishment). I felt like a little girl asking her daddy to buy her a candy bar. He agreed, so after we finished browsing all their midget porn (and looking wistfully at a box containing a midget blow up doll) we headed for the check out.

Up there we noticed the movie arcades, and asked if we could go in one. “Not together,” porn store dude said, to which I responded, “Awww!”

(Read The Virgin’s version of the story up til now here.)

Then I turned to The Virgin and said, “Ooh ooh, let’s set up our own arcade at your house! We can put Toilet Whores on your laptop and fool around in your bathroom! I can be your very own toilet whore,” I said, looking up at him sweetly. We were loosening up by now, he was smiling a lot.

Meanwhile, back at the Virgin Ranch…

His place was sparkling clean and super suave - as in gay. It was decked out in all this contemporary furniture and soft mood lighting. I was super impressed.

As he fixed me a whiskey cocktail, I asked, “Do you ever have people over?”

“No, not very often,” he said. It was so clean, polished, untouched. LIKE HIM.

Upstairs he set the movie up in the bathroom and I stood around wondering how we were going to go from hanging out to getting DOWN. I NEVER imagined I would be intimate with this guy, at least not until I had the crazy idea to take his cherry and usher him into the wonderful world of SEX, so it was a very unique sensation.

The movie fired up, and I was very glad I hadn’t suggested acting out the scenes, cuz there were douches and pissing and hideous fake tits and at that point I got a little embarrassed that I talked him into this freakshow scenario. But we faced each other and tuned out the shitty porn. He reached up and unbuttoned my shirt. His hands weren’t shaking at all.

And then we kissed.

He was a little tense about it, but it was perfectly fine. As we hugged, he said, “Do you know what that just was?”

“No, what?”

“That was my first kiss.”

“Are you fucking serious?”

“Yes,” he smiled.

Well that made my jaw drop, and inside I was all aflutter. This dude made it well into his 20’s without ever having kissed someone. And I was the one who got the honor. Truly, I was honored. It felt very sacred to me.

We explored each other in the bathroom - he took off my bra like a champ, he treated my breasts with utmost tenderness, his touch was so gentle… he started to unbutton his shirt and I eagerly assisted, and as it slid to the floor, I wanted to holler “JACKPOT!” cuz he was a hairy bastard, we’re talking werewolf caliber. FUCK YEAH!

A hairy chest is like a video game playstation for me, ooh I was a kid in a candy store!

(Read The Virgin’s version of the story up til now here.)

Finally he suggested we adjourn to the bedroom, where we would go from sleazy to romantic. I was so relieved - I wanted to get away from that fucking awful porn - jesus, whose idea was that anyway?? hee hee

His room was dim, with a golden glow, his bed was fit for a prince - and tonight it held a Queen.

OK I hate really long posts, and I don’t want to split this into two parts, so let me highlight some details here:

• He gave me an awesome full body ginseng oil massage. His touch was so gentle and light. He was exploring a woman’s body for the first time.
• Then I explored him, reveled in all his glorious body hair, sucked on his fingers, kissed the palm of his hand, ran my long hair down the length of his body… He said, “I can’t believe other people get to feel this all the time!”
• He was SO at ease and relaxed. I absolutely fed off his vibe.
• I gently sucked his virgin cock - I couldn’t believe my mouth was the first one to touch it! I noticed that when I made little moaning noises, it got him even more excited, so I incorporated that into the exciting climax.
• I TASTED VIRGIN SPERM. I chased it with whiskey.
• And here is the most amazing part of the experience for me - once we connected in this way and shared this intimacy, I felt a barrier come down with him. He seemed miraculously humanized, I felt much closer to him. He was blissed out and his face was relaxed. His typically expressionless facade was replaced with something from a Romantic era painting - in the glow of the room, with his chin resting on his hands, a smile playing on his lips, and a dreamy faraway look in his eye, he transformed into a handsome prince.

(Read The Virgin’s version of the story up til now here, along with his afterthoughts on the whole thing here.)

These are the panties I wore that night:

Perfect for deflowering a virgin, ey? Only I didn’t deflower him that night - but I will very soon, and you will hear all about it next week… and yes, I totally high fived him at the end of our date.

SO MUCH FUN!!!!

B Diddle - fever pitch… - wait, hold the phone - Beau finally publicly stated his feelings regarding Mr. Top Spot on my list - cold bucket of water
Rev. Lion
Lokey
The Virgin - Part I to be posted this Thur! I can almost cross him off!
Tom - He told me he’s happy to read to me again, but wants to keep sex out of the equation…
Manj
blueridgemariposa
Sapph
Chiavata
Sunday
Fallen Angel
Big Boy
Westley200 - No, Westley, fucking on your Dad’s bed is not too over the top for me. Say, will he be there, too?

And, oh my, I must feature this brilliant comment that was left on a post from a few days ago…

I’m a long-time admirer
Of The Beautiful Kind,
What I do for fun
Involves a twist of the mind.

I’m the Joker and Riddler
And Boy Wonder as well,
I’ll get on your list
When you forget how to spell.

You need to see me from a different view
Perhaps you’re ass-backward as I’m to you,
I’m your scrambled eggs and your mixed up veggies
The doctor’s on call to peel back your wedgies.

I’m your tongue-in-cheek treater
You’re my reverse cowgirl,
Some night this ol’ doctor
Will prescribe you a whirl.

Mr. Mojo Risin
Once called me a king,
He’s as jumbled as I am
If you believe in that thing.

And you’ll figure me out
Some night in clear view,
Of the rest of the world
While I operate on you.

Dr. Azil

I love a good riddle. Not to mention a good mindfuck…

Tom is one of the logical readers of this blog. You’ll recall Tom from the paralyzed leg post, and the childbirth debate.

Tom is a dear friend of mine. He’s a total geek. As in, amateur historian, online chess player, D&D player, lives solo in an old house with two cats…you get the picture. He’s a few years older than me, very preppy and cute.

We had been on one date previously that ended with us making out and dry humping on the couch. This time, I was spending the night. We were going to go all the way.

We started our date off with dinner downtown. It was fabulous - I had Dragonstone wine, he had Booker’s whiskey, we ate snails and trout.

After dinner we stopped at Van Goghz for a nightcap. Um, what happened to that place? Why is it lame now? I wanted something different, so I ordered the Sazerac martini, but the incompetent dude bartender only told us after he made it that it’s the drink most often sent back. Why? Because it has a shitload of pernod in it, and the menu fails to mention that.

But hey, I’m a booze trooper, I could handle it - I like licorice and medicine.

After a couple choked down sips, I decided the drink should be called the Ipecac. From now on, anything that makes me gag is going to be dubbed “Sazerac,” as in, “Man that blowjob was sazerac!”

We ditched the drink and headed back to his house.

When we got there, we lit a bunch of candles in the bathroom, and drew a bath. It was to be his first time bathing with another person, and the first time we were naked together.

Since he is shy, I made him undress me, which he did with the eagerness of a child on Christmas morning.

We dumped in a LUSH bomb and stepped into the shadowy fragrant bath.

I made him put my hand on his dick, which was hard and straining.

We canoodled in the bath for a bit until he pleaded, “I want to hold you so bad!”

“Are you ready to get out now?” I asked.

He nodded frantically, shot out of the tub and handed me a towel, and we headed for his bed, taking some candles along with us.

We got into bed, and it quickly turned sweaty, frantic, and anxious.

He was on top and kissed me all over, briefly kissed between my legs but got distracted. He seemed really keyed up. He held himself tense above me. I said, “You can put your weight on me.”

“I don’t want to crush you!” he said urgently.

I laughed, and pulled him down off the ceiling. “C’mere, I want to FEEL you.”

I reached for his cock, and it went soft. He shook violently. He warned me this might happen, and I told him it was OK, that there was plenty we could do besides sticking his penis in my vagina.

But HE wasn’t OK with it. He started berating himself. He muttered in anguish, “I think too much! I think too much and then this happens. I feel guilty… THIS is why I stay home and play chess online!”

“Why do you feel guilty?” I asked, genuinely surprised.

“I don’t know!” he cried.

I did what I always do when I want to make it all better - I sucked his cock. He convulsed. He tried putting the condom on, but it wouldn’t stay put. He rubbed on my thigh, I clung to him, he muttered, “I don’t want you to leave…..ever!”

After a bit, he came on the bed, then apologized.

I kissed his forehead. “Don’t say you’re sorry!” I scolded him gently.

He calmed down a little, and I said, “OK, I’m going to get off now. Here is how I want you to help. I want you to put a finger inside me and kiss on my breast as I pleasure myself.”

He did, but his mind was going a mile a minute, so he kept stopping. I had to keep coaxing him back.

Finally I got off, and I curled up with him to sleep, but he was still going a mile a minute. I was exhausted, so I drifted off, despite the nervous lathering stallion next to me….

I woke in the morning to find him masturbating.

I made a little sigh and nuzzled up to him to let him know I was cool with it.

He said with extreme vehemence, “I’M…….”

Yes?

“….BAD!”

!!!!!!

“I’M NAUGHTY!!!” he exclaimed in a childish voice.

O god, what was I supposed to say to that? Was I supposed to go along with it and tell him that yes, he was a naughty little boy and was doing a dirty, dirty thing? Or would that make it worse for him? Too bad I didn’t make him fill out a fetish checklist ahead of time…

I went the safe route and murmured in his ear, “But it feels so good, doesn’t it?”

I enjoyed the show, watched him bust on his belly, then ran my fingers through it a little and helped him towel off.

He stared at the ceiling and said dejectedly, “I suppose I owe you $60 for sex therapy.”

I kissed his cheek and said, “How about you make me some tea?”

He cheered up, jumped out of bed, threw on his robe, and ran down and made me breakfast - tea, eggs, grapefruit. He brought it up to me on a tray.

As I ate, he read Civil War stories to me, which indulged one of MY fantasies - on top of breakfast in bed, I just looove being read to, and the Civil War is sooo romantic. Sigh, I heart geeks.

Then I got dressed and we looked at his favorite porn sites (clothed teenage girls and Beautiful Agony, a site that shows people experiencing an orgasm, but focuses on capturing the action from the shoulders up.)

Then I kissed him sweetly, and took my leave.

B Diddle - god I can practically taste him…
Rev. Lion - I finally got to see the good Rev this weekend, but I didn’t even get to blow him
Lokey - This raging pervert is such a tease!
The Virgin - We set a date, but then I got my period, DOH! Still, we had some fun with my panties on, part I to be posted next week…
Tom - He cut in line, story to be posted on Thursday! Stay tuned for snails, a LUSH bomb, the shittiest cocktail EVER, and Civil War stories..
Manj
blueridgemariposa - Now her Loving Man Friend is vying for a spot on the list! Should I do a 2 for 1 deal here??
Sapph
Chiavata
Sunday
Fallen Angel - I heard she was a bad girl and got spanked with a belt the other day…
Big Boy - In addition to getting our kink on, we hope to watch every episode of Six Feet Under together…
Westley200 - NEW - This sweet young man wants more experience. He’s come to the right place…

B Diddle - Closer…
Rev. Lion - STILL haven’t had a chance to reconnect!
Lokey - He might be coming in town next month…
The Virgin - We’re rendezvousing this weekend! He WILL be the next one!
Tom - Soon, my dear…
Manj
blueridgemariposa - Oh, the things you have in store for me…
Sapph
Chiavata
Sunday - This Sunday I’ll be posting some hot erotica written by her…
Fallen Angel - She told me she is “quivering with anticipation.” I am, too…we just need to quiver together…
Big Boy

OH and by the way. For anyone who is set to get with me, a word to the wise: My tits require TLC. Once I’m all fired up, I don’t mind if you’re rough with them, but when first starting out, treat them like fragile tea cups.

Am I weird on this? Do most women like their tits grabbed and groped and sucked hard right off the bat? Maybe it’s cuz I was a stripper and got manhandled so damn much. I didn’t like my breasts touched AT ALL for two years after that. Poor me.

Beau
Belle
B Diddle - I’m aching…
Rev. Lion
Lokey - He might be coming in town next month…
The Virgin - We’ve set a date, stay tuned!
Tom - We went on a very sweet date last week. Sushi, followed by canoodling on a moonlit playground. He trembled as our lips touched. “I’ll try not to fall in love with you!” he gasped…
Manj
blueridgemariposa - I’m LOVING her blog. I was with her in spirit this past weekend…
Ebony Diva - She is being removed from the list. Said she’s into dick, not goddess pussy.
Sapph
Chiavata
Sunday - I’ll be posting some guest erotica from her soon…
Fallen Angel - She sent me a very naughty pic this weekend…
Big Boy - NEW ADDITION TO THE LIST! Speaking of lists, he filled out a fetish checklist for me to peruse. I was suitably impressed…so impressed that I think I will allow him to cum on my tits and lick it off…

Updated list, with notes:

Beau -
Belle -
B Diddle - Dor and Lokey are right - this is tricky, he is Beau’s best friend. We have to be respectful. Readers have been spot on about the chemistry between us - I go from zero to HORNY as soon as he enters the room (OK, so I’m never at zero, let’s say 35 to FUCK ME YOU BEAST)
Rev. Lion - mmmmm!
Lokey - I’d have to travel South, unless he happens to have business in good ol’ St. Louie…
The Virgin - This week on his blog he debated the pros and cons of giving me his virginity, and the verdict is in - he is DOWN with it! Now we just have to figure out details…
Tom - He is moderately frightened by my sexuality and has expressed reservations about appearing in the blog, but we are moving forward slowly…
Manj - She’s in New Zealand!
blueridgemariposa - I’d have to travel East. Prepare yourself, she is YATBK next week…
Ebony Diva - Where the fuck is she?? Did I scare her off?
Sapph - I’d have to travel North. She has the added bonus of the Body Bouncer!
Chiavata - She graciously offered me her husband, too!
Sunday - I’d have to travel West. I’ve been wanting to get with her ever since I read her truck stop erotica…
Fallen Angel - She thanked me for including her on the list. Her sweet innocence gives me a toothache. Oh wait, that’s not my tooth…

So. Who should she be next?

When Rev. Lion first contacted me months ago (on myspace of all places) his message said:

“Can lions mate with cougars????”

The answer: yes. Let’s just hope we don’t have any mutant kittens.

We meet at a bar. In real life, he’s huge, massive.  He towers over me, he’s like a tank. I like a bigger guy, but this is over the fucking top. I’m giddy over his size - I want to climb him like a jungle gym. I want to go somewhere scary with him and feel safe. I want to pick a fight, I want to punch him and then marvel at how he didn’t even feel it. I’m so amused and turned on I have to cover my mouth with my hand and giggle, it’s not appropriate.

On top of his hugeness, he’s wearing a swank button down shirt with skulls on it, and a skull tattoo is peeking out from under the top button. He has a big red beard, but his upper lip is shaved. And of course his head is shaved, and his work-in-progress skull tattoo is in vivid relief on the back of his head. His old tattoo can be seen here; this is his updated work.

At first, he’s so sweet and shy. He rolls his eyes and laughs every time I say anything. HA! I intimidate him! I keep searching for eye contact and he mumbles that the internet is throwing up interference, that he’s having a hard time connecting with the real TBK sitting right in front of him. I’m just tickled and happy to be on a date with the larger-than-life Rev. Lion.

A table separates us, and I’m frustrated by this. I want to be sitting on his lap. He smells great, like clean citrus. He drinks tequila.

He talks a lot, he talks like he writes, stream-of-conscious brilliance. He’s spilling over with thoughts and ideas. I soak it up like a sponge. He has a completely insightful answer for every question I ask him. I’m smitten. A lot of you might think he is crazy or full of shit, but he is the Truth. If he ever starts a cult, I will be one of the first to join. Hell, I’ll manage harem recruitment. I’ll be his left hand Bitch.

The music is loud and awful (”techno music has to be loud,” he says) so I ask if we can seek our entertainment elsewhere. We exit the bar and I trail behind in his wake, stifling giggles.

Out on the sidewalk I ask, “So, can we fuck now, or what?”

He laughs nervously and searches the sky for an answer. Then he looks back down at me. His eyes are twinkling, gentle and kind. “Sure, I’m down with that.”

I follow him back to his place and he fetches me a cheap beer and puts on some sexy music (Air). We sit on the couch. I expect him to rip me apart but he doesn’t make a move. I see that if we’re going to transition from talking and hanging out to fucking, I’m going to have to be the one to make that happen.

I try and put him at ease by asking him about something he is expert on. “So what’s with this ganja oil you talked about?”

He produces a vial and applies ganja oil so green it’s black to his fingertips and tells me to lean forward. I feel like I’m taking a sacrament as he sensually rubs the oil into my temples. It’s the first time he has touched me besides awkward hugging. “And now I have been blessed by the shaman,” I joke.

“Can we go to the bedroom?” I ask, and he says sure.

We sit on the bed. Christmas lights are glowing, giving the room an orange aura. I have this thing where I assign every person I meet a color. He is burnt orange, like the smoldering sun hanging low in the west.

And he is mine, I just have to take him.

I lean forward and kiss him gently on the lips. I gently tug at his beard, put my arms around him. run my hands over his shaved head. I love kissing him. He makes these surprisingly sweet little moans as our tongues entwine.

He pulls of my shirt. I’m wearing this underwear:

Now that the line has been crossed, he starts getting into it. He yanks down my shorts and then suddenly, he can’t get my clothes off fast enough. I don’t think he even notices my underwear.

He kisses my breasts, sucks on my nipples. It tickles and I laugh. I look down at him with amazement. His head is so huge, it makes my boob look like a miniature tit. I feel like Alice in Wonderland.

He lays me back on the bed and eats me hungrily and with such gusto I know that he has been thinking about this moment for a VERY LONG TIME. I love watching him down there, it’s so hot, he’s worshiping at my altar. He looks up at me through the orange haze.

He sticks a finger inside me and I take my time with it, squirming and arching my back. I finally cum, and then pull him up and kiss him deeply. I unbutton his shirt and he shrugs it off. He is really hairy, even his back is hairy, which I love, so I keep touching his back, running my hands over his solid flesh, raking him with my claws.

I say as I kiss him, “Do you want me to suck your dick?” He says yes. “Then MAKE ME,” I push impishly. It blows his mind, but he yanks open his pants and shoves me down there. I lick his cock and then stuff it in my mouth. I take his hands and place them on my head, encouraging him to fuck my face. He does, but it’s not enough, he wants to be inside me desperately, so he grabs a condom and puts it on, and I climb on top of him. I’m so wet, I rub up and down on his cock and it slips in.

Shit, I don’t need no Body Bouncer - I bounce up and down on Rev. Lion just fine without a prop (though to be fair I really should test drive Sapph’s Bouncer…) God he makes me CUM, I feel like I’m using him. We make all kinds of fun guttural noises.

Then he turns the tables and flips us around, pushes me facedown on the bed and enters me from behind. NOW he’s fucking me like a Lion, yeah baby. He has me pinned down by the wrists and I’m afraid my left wrist will break, but luckily he doesn’t last much longer and he pulls out and jerks it. His intention is to cum on my back, and he does, but he also cums in my hair and it shoots past my head.

“HOLY SHITBALLS!” I gasp.

He made me bleed.

As we lay sweaty in bed with endorphins fluttering down around us like snow in a snow globe, I tell him to turn over so I can kiss the back of his head. I cover his eyes with my hands, and as I lovingly plant kisses on his livid, scary skullface and he smiles into the pillow, I murmur, “This is for blueridgemariposa.”

I was hanging out with B Diddle last night and he got a text message. He read it, snickered, then showed it to me. It said:

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Are you the one who got crossed off the list?

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Yeah, yeah, tune in tomorrow to find out.

Just so you know, B Diddle will be guest posting on this main page from now on. I moved his posts over under the category “A Post By B Diddle.” (It’s weird to see his writing on this “Tangerine Crush” girly background. I feel like they should be surrounded by chains and barbed wire…)

And have you visited Beau’s new blog yet? It’s at The Beau Kind. And B Diddle will be guest posting there, too! He’s such a blog slut…

This week I crossed one of these fine gents off my list:

B Diddle
Rev. Lion
Lokey
The Virgin
Tom

Who do you think it was? Find out on Thursday…

xoxo

Little known fact: It was Beau who came up with the YATBK idea. He’s responsible for a lot of the great ideas that have shone bright on this blog…

The other day he said, “I have an idea for your blog, but I don’t want to tell you.”

I said, “Oooh that sounds intriguing! Why don’t you want to tell me??”

“Because I’m afraid you’ll really DO IT,” he said with a nervous smile.

Finally I pried it out of him. His idea: for me to fuck the commenters of this blog, and then post a “review” giving allll the dirty details.

He knows me too well.

I love the idea.

So here is my short list of commenters I want to fuck, logistics and their preferences not factored in:

Beau - I’ve already written many glowing reports
Belle - same here
B Diddle
Rev. Lion (I want to experience the comment he left on this post)
Lokey
The Virgin (Not only do I want his cherry, but I want to nullify his blog!)
Tom
Manj
blueridgemariposa
Ebony Diva (you KNOW she wants to eat my lil’ white pussy)
Sapph
Chiavata (but only if a cage is involved)
Sunday
Fallen Angel (I read her fantasy loud and clear)

Now DON’T be offended if you’re not on this list, sheesh. Or consider yourself spared. I weave a wicked spell, after all. Anyway, I’ll definitely be adding to it. We’ll see how this evolves.

Consider this your engraved invitation.