LesbianPersonals Annoyances
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Posted:Aug 16, 2009 9:49 am
Last Updated:Feb 1, 2014 9:11 pm
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So I blog. It's what I do.
I've got another account that I usually blog on, but I've been thinking that I should generate some good blogging stuff on this acct too... so I tried today.
I poured my soul out (not really but I'm firing for the dramatic effects) only to find that it isn't available for the public to see.... despite my settings.
When I go back and look at "my blog" it shows up.. but as my other acct.. BiF33Ut, I can't pull it up, read it or comment on it.
LAME.
Now I bitch. I blog and I bitch. It's what I do.
pft.
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Insatiable Appetite
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Posted:Aug 16, 2009 9:39 am
Last Updated:Feb 1, 2014 9:14 pm
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The metabolism is going nuts, and since the last tattered pussy episode my period has toyed with me a couple times, but not really given more more than a drop or two to think about. Don't get me wrong, I don't mind not having a period...
but the preperiod appetite has been here for damn near 3 weeks.
One might mistake this for ranting, but I don't mind that I think of sex roughly every 12.3 seconds. I don't mind that I have to change out my panties a couple of times a day because they are just saturated. Hell I don't even mind the attention distracting pulse that comes from my pussy everytime I see a glimpse of cleavage, or a rise from someone's crotch.
What I do mind is my insatiable appetite distracting me long enough to make bad choices of things to stick inside my aching pussy. I guess I should say it wasn't the choice of what to stick in me that caused the problem, though the thick rigid dong was rough and veiny, causing my body to shudder with each thrust as the rippled edges slid in and out of my gapping pussy causing my eager pussy to lube itself up with an abundancy of sexy slick secretions. I think if I were to have stood, a steady stream of pussy juices would have trickled down my leg.
I'm not sure what it is about preperiod appetite, but it makes me feel nearly obsessed with being spread open. That is the time that I really ache to have his cock and a toy wedged up into my hole. My ass tends to have an eagerness to it as well. I just want to be filled up, stuffed as tight physically possible. I'm so glad my baby enjoys working my holes over... I can't even imagine what must go through his mind when he hears me tell him I want to feel his hand inside me. One day I will find a way to have his rock hard cock pumping in and out of my ass while I squeeze and massage his cock from the inside of my pussy, as my own hand is buried to the wrist in my hungry pussy.
Ahhh.. I've lost track of my posting... my mind wanders.
My appetite distracted my good judgement and decision making abilities. I put a toy inside my juicy cunt, and wanted to plunge it in and out a couple times for his viewing pleasure. By the third stroke I recognized that there was a small problem... however it was just a slight burning, and we'd been playing with some lubricants that had a warming and cooling sensations... so I didn't give it much thought. Until the 10th and 11th strokes... and then it was sort of burning so much I needed the fast hard rough strokes to override the uncomfort level.
Within a few minutes my hunger was absolutely insatiable, however I was fearful that smoke may have been bellowing out of my pussy from the chemical fire that must have been taking place in there. It became so distracting that I was unable to do anything but hop off the bed and hold my burning kooter and bounce up and down like a little anxious waiting on a bathroom to open up.
It was funny... and therefore I didn't get too upset when he laughed at me and thought it was cute. But I'll be completely honest with you.... when he got out of our bed and turned on the shower for me so I could hose the ole girl off... it was one of the sweetest things ever. I was quickly loosing sight of the funniness in the whole damn thing. It took 10 minutes of continuous stream and vigorous wiping and splashing to finally quelch the burn.
Now one would think that two grown, mature, reasonable, fairly edumakated adults would have slowed down after that.. maybe taken a rest.. a break.. let the embers finish smoldering...
Hell no! I told you.. it is an insatiable appetite! Hell, before all the juices dried up from that orgasm.. I was ready to go again. And again if he would have let me!
But no.. he was the more responsible adult this time. Told me to pack my pulsating pussy and take my fire extinguisher with me. Go home, he said.
I know I could have stayed... but he was right. It was the right thing to do. And.. well.. my pussy could use a break anyways.
At least until I woke up this morning. Been up 2 1/2 hrs.. and already got off 3 times. Friday was 5 times before date night.
Hmmm.. wonder what I've got around the house I can stick inside me..... Just thinking about being so fucking horny has made me horny again. And I just got off right before starting this blog. I had to get my mind focused again after looking at the naughty pics on my network of friends!!!
Hmmm.. Maybe I'll go buzz one more out. 4 before noon. I don't think it is like drinking. I think having 4 before noon would be frowned on if it was beers.. but orgasms? I think that is totally acceptable!
Man I'm hungry.
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Short Term Memory..... hmmm.. what was I talking about?
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Posted:Aug 5, 2009 9:26 am
Last Updated:Jul 11, 2010 7:17 am
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I feel like I've been distracted and scattered for days now. I keep looking at the sign over the door, trying to get an idea if I am coming or going.
It says Exit. So I do.
Two steps out the door I have to come back in because I've forgotten what the hell I exited for.
Passing back through the doorway I have a slight recollection of what I was going to do. Not complete. Not enough to get anything but a sense of urgency that I need to do something.
What the hell did I come back in here for?
Oh yea.. Exit.
Sigh.
Here we go again!
Baby.. come stick your cock in me. I need my reset button pushed!
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My Traumatized Pussy...
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Posted:Jul 14, 2009 10:55 am
Last Updated:Jul 11, 2010 7:18 am
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My other acct's blog entry.
Should have put it on here. Doh!
http://LesbianPersonals.com
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Enough with the Girls Dinner Out already
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Posted:Mar 31, 2009 9:30 am
Last Updated:Jul 24, 2009 7:28 pm
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I admit, I got too wrapped up in the details of the Girls Dinner out...
Now I am just bored with it. So if it pleases anyone, we taped her ass to the chair, fucked in about a dozen different positions in front of her and half a dozen on her or over her.
He spluged cum on her chin and it tricked down her neck to her chest. I licked it all off and tilted the chair back until she was nearly in a recumbant position and I furiously fucked her with several toys and worked her clit over with my mouth and several toys.
My boyfriend proceeded to fuck wildly into me from behind while I took my bound friend over the edge several times.
Then I drove her ass home, drop kicked her at the door and went back to fuck the daylights out of the boyfriend for the rest of the night/morning!
Ok.. I'm just spent on that one. I need a new fantasy thing going. That just got way to long winded.
Just get to the point!!!!
Mid morning ramble.
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The girls dinner out part 4
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Posted:Mar 25, 2009 8:43 am
Last Updated:May 17, 2024 10:22 am
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I turned to my friend and pulled out a black plastic sack, shaking it teasingly towards her. "What will it be m'lady, tape or twine?" I chucked the roll of black tape,still in the packaging her direction. "It's a cheap thrill, as it won't stick to your skin, or hair.. heheh unless you want me to get the duct tape, which I am sure I could find with some effort." She inspects the tape and the packaging, and then saunters over to me and my bag. She dips her hand in and feels for the rope. Coming up empty handed she looks at me with a playful question in her eyes. I nod my head to the coffee table where she suddenly becomes aware of the arrangement and variety of toys displayed on the coffee table. She blushes and starts to really scan the area for content.
Amongst the toys were a pair of leather wrist cuffs, a spreader bar with thigh cuffs, a behind the back collar and elbow restraint, and a great deal of soft nylon rope. Mixed between the restraining toys there were a variety of dildos, vibrators, oils and lubes, feathers, candles and other nick nacks.
When he returned to the room, he said the chair was set up and waiting, with a sly wink my way. I locked my pinky finger around her pinky finger and gave a tug. "Pick two for you and two for me, and let's go!" Like two in a candy isle I collected her choices and we scampered up the stairs, pulling her along like a tethered doll.
I had her pinned in the hall, wildly kissing her and groping her breasts over her clothes, while in the background I could hear the noises downstairs. He was putting the toys into a basket and bringing them all upstairs. I could hear the metal clips on the cuffs clanking against each other, and the soft ting of fluted wine glasses touching each other. When he made it to the top of the stairs, I am sure it was a site, my face buried in her crotch, biting through her jeans and both hands up under her shirt squeezing and pinching at her growing nipples. Her with one hand on the wall bracing herself and the other hand tangled in a mess of curls at the back of my head.
"What are you two doing?" He asked. I answered "Playing around waiting on your", however it was incoherent as I had a mouth pull of pussy and jeans. While walking by he leans in to kiss her, pressing his torso against the back of my head and forcing my face deeper into her crotch. I gave a mercifulness bite on the fleshy front of her pussy. Her whimpers somewhat muffled by his mouth on hers.
Pushing away for air, I ask the rhetorical question, "Now what are you two doing?" After a decadent squash and feel session being pinned between both friend and lover while they continued to passionately kiss while keeping me trapped between them, I was finally able to squirm free, and take the lead into the playroom.
The chair was covered with a white sheet, masking it's contours and shape. For a fleeting moment I didn't recognize what chair he'd brought and was filled with excited curiosity myself! When I sat down in it I saw that it was the rocking chair. My imagination began to burst at the seams with variations of being tied to the chair and violated, or violating someone else tied to the chair.
The giggling behind me brought be back, and I suddenly realized, this was the night I would actually have a person tied to the chair. The plan was to make her watch... but I was beginning to feel like I wanted to experiment with my friend a little. Maybe I would spend part of the night torturing her with erotic pleasure and pain.. AND fuck my sweet lovers cock right in front of her. Maybe tie her upside down on the chair and fuck him right over her face.
The fire igniting inside my loins, fueled by the flames dancing in my imagination, clearly the night would be about exploration and exploitation!
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A girls Dinner out Part 3
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Posted:Mar 20, 2009 11:29 am
Last Updated:Jul 11, 2010 7:19 am
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Part III
I had contemplated blindfolding her, just to add to the excitement and mystery... but I opted to watch her eyes as the evenings events unfolded before her, watching her eyes look questioningly at the house as we pulled into the driveway. "This isn't your house" she said. I looked at her and winked, I know." And left it at that.
We came up the steps towards the door, and just as we hit the top step he opened the door for us. His smile warm and inviting, he extended out two glasses of wine towards us as he welcomed us in. I watched as her eyes quickly scanned him, taking in as much information as her doe eyes would let her. She was somewhat shy and nervous, reasonably so, as she knew what to expect from me - somewhat, but he was an unknown variable to the mix. She stepped in closer and snaked her arm around my waist, perhaps for reassurance, perhaps for establishing unspoken roles, as I introduced her to him. The moment becoming suddenly awkward as she stuck her hand out to shake hands, nearly involuntarily, with him. He however made a remarkable wave of comfort recovery as he reached for her hand, placed the wine glass in it and swooped her away from me and into a spin and partial dip with her other hand; she worked to hold the wine glass upright. "Moselle," he played, "Welcome to my humble abode, all who enter must kiss the owner or sing the Dead, so which is Mon Cheri?" The room filled with the echoes of giggles as the nervous tension seemed to float right out of the room.
She recovered from her dip and coyly replied, "I opt to kiss the owner and his girlfriend". With that she pulled me in close to the two of them and time stood still as the three of us engaged in kissing each other alternately. Occasionally all three of our tongues would touch simultaneously and it would cause our midsection's to involuntarily grind forward, as if controlled by another.
After several minutes of a small group kiss and caress session, I got my own private hello, which was so passionate that the room temperature rose 10 degrees within seconds. My leg rose behind me, my groin pressing forward into him, breasts heaving with deep excited gasps. The feelings and energy was moving at a million miles a minute, while the moment stood perfectly still in time. All vulnerabilities and insecurities escaping through every surface, and the excitement of sharing this new frontier with him was an incredible turn on.
My friend leaned in to my backside while he had me from the front and I could feel her hand reach between my legs, full handed from the apex of my ass to the warming folds of denim that covered my awakening pussy. I felt her fingers press hard against my lips trying to separate them under the fabric to expose my clit. I spread my legs slightly to enjoy the moment, when I remembered my mission quite suddenly. Perhaps being brought back by decadent thoughts of actually sharing in a sexual experience with her as a participant rather than the audience. A surge of assertiveness came over me, swelling up from deep within an area only rarely visited.
I reached behind me and grabbed a full handful of her pussy, from the top of her pubis to nearly wedging two fingers inside her through the jeans. Her brow furrowed slightly at the new presence between her legs, tottering between pleasure and pain. I turned around to look her square in the eye and gleamed as I told her to "Slow this train down" not paying particular attention to the phrasing of my words. She giggled and blushed, "Train? I thought I was just watching!"
A question filled the air remaining from her words as they echoed through the room. An invitation if so desired was my interpretation, however I needed baby steps with this new adventure, despite my semi-aggressive front. I lessened my grip on her pussy, and brought my wine glass to her lips, tilting it so that she had no choice but to drink or wear it. She drank, quick little swallows, not sure of the level of playfulness I might engage in while assisting her in drinking. "You're here to do what I want you to do, whatever that might be." I squeezed nearly ruthlessly hard into her pussy with one hand while I purposely overfilled her tender mouth with wine until it spilled down over her chin and dripped onto her chest. Her body suddenly rigid with excitement as this new hold danced her existence over the fine boundary of pain, erotic pain, that fuels fires deep within. I pulled the wine glass away from her and reached in to catch the drop leaving her chin. I followed the pleasant mix of wine and skin to her lips and feverishly kissed her while furiously rubbing her pussy, making her whole body squirm.
At the end of the kiss I gently took ahold of her bottom lip with my teeth pulling it away from her mouth slightly. From behind my flirtatious hold on her bottom lip I asked if she wanted to be tied or taped to the chair she was to watch from and gave her a sexy wink.
I released the object of my attention, from the tight grip on her pussy and the tooth hold on her lip. She instinctively stepped back and took a moment to regain herself. I took a deliberate drink of my wine and flashed a mischievous grin to my baby. Then quickly consumed the rest of the glass in one swallow. "We'll schweet haaart, I think we schould git dis gouyle a chair!"
"And you another glass of wine, my love?"
"Why soytenly my dear, another would be be just delightful..."
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A Girls Dinner Out Part 2
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Posted:Mar 16, 2009 8:28 am
Last Updated:Mar 16, 2009 8:29 am
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We kissed and felt each other up over our clothes, re-familiarizing ourselves with each other, while remembering the terrain with uncanny memory. My hand snaked up the back of her neck and into her hair. With a handful between my fingers, I clenched my fist and pull her head back, exposing her neck and shoulder. I lick from the bottom of her neck to her ear with a slow and deliberate pressure. I can feel her inhale as she breathes deeply, when I suck her earlobe into my mouth. I give it a little nibble before I turn to whisper my plan into her ear.
I tell her how I have been wanting to bring a woman into the play with my sweet perverse man, but we have restrictions and stipulations to the play. Since we haven't gotten together, the three of us, and discussed this, it wouldn't be right to ambush any parties with anything they had not had time to sleep on. With that in mind, I told her I wanted to take her home to watch him and I fuck. I promised that I would get her off too.. but this time, it was only a peep show. By the growing wetspot, soaking through her jeans, I already knew my answer, before she turned her head against my grip and squared her lips on mine. She smiled into my smile and looked doe-ishly into my eyes and said, "I can only watch this time? Are you sure, absolutely sure?" And with that she kissed me, deeply, with every ounce of her being. I felt her request, her need, her desire, by the tongue dancing crazily in my mouth. I thought better of saying anything at the moment, but I knew it would only fuel the fire, so I pulled away and pulled her face from mine by her hair.
"Only watch," I said sternly, and then I slackened my grip just a bit, "a good pet always obeyes her Mistress" I suddenly gripped harder into her hair, reaffirming my position over her, "and a good pet is always rewarded for her good behavior." And with that I reached in and bit her lip. Not hard, but not all sweet and soft either. She felt it. And she quivered.
I released my grip on her and pushed her to the passenger seat and told her to buckle up. She flickered defiance in her eyes and body language. I looked at her and told her bluntly, if you want your reward you'll buckle up. I reached over and pinched her nipple so that she flinched. The dominance just over coming me second by second. I knew both our personalities had amazing similarities, so it is only a cat and mouse game we play, but I know I could submit to her just as easily as I could dominate her. But not tonight. Tonight my mind ran rampant with delicious deviant ideas to increase the psychological submission. A smile crossed my lips as I put the truck in gear. Her seatbelt securely in place.
I looked over at her, my sexy friend sheepishly grinning in the seat next to me, eyes full of wonder, and pussy full of desire.
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A girls dinner out
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Posted:Mar 15, 2009 2:02 pm
Last Updated:Mar 23, 2009 5:15 pm
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I knew when I invited her to dinner I had more up my sleeve, but I tried to conceal my motive. I didn't want to make assumptions on our friendship, or her interest... but from the years that I had known her, I was pretty sure that she would be an interested participant and would enjoy the level of planning I had implimented to make the experience work.
It was just the two of us, both had left the men at home. I met her at the restraunt, waiting for her at the bar. When she came in the friendly feeling of familarity swept over both of us. We both hugged and kissed. The kiss was deliberate, on the lips, but without tongue. We both paused longer than one might anticipate for two women to lock lips in public. I leaned in and whispered in her ear how nice it was to see her and slid my hand between us to tweak her nipple.
She hadn't changed much at all. I think she looked more comfortable than she had before, as if she was finally growing into herself. It is so sexy to meet a woman who is comfortable with herself. There are not hang-ups or self conscousness, just self confidence. She was sexy and her body flirted with mine, as if we weren't really in control of our body's reactions to each other's presence.
We sat at the bar and ordered drinks. After a few minutes I asked her if she would like to order something we could take with us, and go somewhere that we could be a little more private. She eagerly agreed. The drinks came and we spent the next few minutes catching up on each other's worlds. She's had a since I last saw her, and I'd had opened up to the possibilities of committed relationships. We both laughed at how times change. Leaned in and wrapped my arm around her neck, "Let's order and take off... I know of a place we can go." I licked her earlobe to seal the deal.
Before I could pull away from her neck, she cracked out "Waiter" to the young man passing by. "We need a menu and a recommendation for something that can be made fast!" I smiled, pleased at her reaction to my suggestion.
"So, you called me the other night while you were fucking your new boyfriend," She pinched my nipple under the edge of the bar, "What the hell was that all about?" She asked.
"You were texting me, you obviously were in the mood to talk," I replied, "I just couldn't text back at the moment, because I needed my hands. My ears and mouth, however, were not being used at the moment!" I coyly added. "Besides, tell me you didn't enjoy it. Tell me it didn't make you wet."
She blushed her answer. I reached down and squeezed her inner thigh, "I know, that's why I knew it would be ok. Did you get yourself off after I hung up?" She smiled and replied that she had.
I could feel the excitement building inside me, in anticipation of the evening. She was just a sitting duck, like a little innocent thing there with no idea the ravishing that was just ahead for her... hehehe..
The waiter took our order and we made idle chitchat while the order was prepared. We bantered back and forth, teasing and flirting with each other. I asked her if she was into live porn, and described the idea further to her. She said that she might go crazy if she was only watching and unable to participate, but maybe the exercise in restraint would be an interesting experiment.
When the food came we both fumbled over the check, however I insisted, as I was the one that made her listed to my moans while I was in throws of passion just the other day. She reluctantly agreed. I'm sure she wouldn't be so reluctant had she known that listening to my pleasure was only the tip of the iceberg of what I had planned for her.
We headed out the door like teenagers with a parents car, waiting for a chance to cruise on a Friday night. I got her to the car before I started molesting her. Our dinners fell over in the attempt to place int he back seat, and our hands remained unavailable for the cleanup. With one hand on her crotch, feeling the warmth rise under her jeans, and one on her neck and chin I held her face in place while I kissed her deeply and spoke into her mouth, telling how good it was to see her. Her breathing became short and rapid as I squeezed what I imagined to be her clit through the material of the demin. Her hands snaked around me and pulled me in closer to her.
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