You Want To Put What Where?

TMI Tuesday: July 30, 2019

Let’s get right to it, this week’s TMI Tuesday is posted.

 

 

1. If you were a sex worker what kind of sex work would you NOT do?

Like all human beings I have been working for sex, at sex, or because of sex since the moment I discovered my special purpose. Ergo I am a sex worker. As a sex worker I will have no doings with human traffickers. Through publishing, films, and living life I may have inadvertently crossed paths with a few; I have never transacted commerce or sex with said criminals or their victims knowingly.

2. You are a sex worker and you must have a specialty. Which ONE of the following would be your specialty and why?
a. Live sex shows

(a) It is always live. Otherwise it would be necrophilia, and unless previous arrangement was made their could be no consent: implied or otherwise. Not to mention the whole concept to me is just plain icky.
b. Professional domination
c. Camming

3. What is your secret fetish?

Massage. Giving and receiving. As vanilla as that sounds you would be surprised where such intimate rubbings lead.

4. Anal sex can be pretty alluring? Tell the truth, which do you prefer anal or vaginal sex?

As a pitcher I say nothing beats the V. Not to mention indiscreet buggery can create many an unanticipated issue. But if you are game I shall be a careful practitioner.

5. What is the most embarrassing thing you have said during sex?

Your sister never ever lets me put that there.

Bonus: Is your g-spot in your ass? If no, where is it?

If in g-spot you are referring to my goofy spot, why it is all in my head silly.

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How to play TMI Tuesday: Copy the above TMI Tuesday questions to your webspace (i.e., a blog). Answer the questions there, then leave a comment below, on this blog post, so we’ll all know where to read your responses. Please don’t forget to link to tmituesdayblog from your website!

Happy TMI Tuesday!

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Functionally Disfunctional

In the morning

In the evening

She would be waiting

She would be on her knees

In a jiffy

Taking me in her mouth

Taking me with swirling tongue

Sucking lips

Slurping in between gagging reflexes

She sure knew how to suck my cock

But then her tight little cunt would call me

I know some women don’t like that word

I don’t care

She loved it

Demanded it

I obliged

I would talk about her cunt

How it felt to be in her cunt

How her cunt felt on my fingers

Her whispering cunt

Her tasty cunt

Her wet cunt

Her tight cunt

She would come on the spot

From me talking cunt

Then I would push into her cunt

With my stiff cock

Hard at the thought of her cunt

Harder than ever

Harder than Chinese Algebra

My cock splitting her cunt wide open

She would come again

And again

Fucking her between clenching orgasms

Could be challenging

Because she came a lot

Clenching orgasms

Shivering orgasms

Screaming orgasms

Oh how she came

Because her cunt was

soooooooooo

gooooooooooooooooooooooooood

I would come too

Und jetzt

On her knees between my legs

I’m in her mouth

Again she would suck me

Lick my balls

Her fingers would stroke

She wants me to come in her mouth

Insistent

Demanding

Begin the Beguine again

5. Debbie Do

5 Do What You Will

 

As my fingers danced around Debbie’s delightfully moist cunt I gazed down upon her still sheathed breast. The nipple concealed under the fabric were just beginning to harden and protrude amidst the large brown aureole of her hefty breast. I wanted her completely naked now. So I reached down and pulled her gently towards me by her shoulders to a sitting position and lifted her sheer black gown over her head revealing those voluminous treasures beneath. Debbie yielded as I revealed her short shorn head of black hair and I gasped in admiration of her full olive skinned nakedness, She seized that opportunity to push me and send me sprawling on the floor. With that she pounced.

 

Debbie positioned her now flowing pussy on the knob of my cock and rotated her slim hips on it’s tip. I looked down and saw her streaming juices flowing over the shaft of my throbbing cock which glistened in the candle light. “Now I’ve got you,” she hissed and began to apply her weight to engulf me into her. But there was more resistance on the massive knob of my cock than either of us expected and we looked at each other with wide eyes. “Oh my,” she rasped.

As I looked up at her form I was transfixed. There she was, poised on the tip of my dick. Huge heaving boobs with large dark aureoles swaying gently with each breath. Her swarthy skin glistening with a light sheen of perspiration, and her delightful box drooled over my cock.  She was the everything all those months of office fantasy promised and more. I reached out with both hands to her soft belly and ran them slowly to her hips and around her thin waist as I ogled her full bosom. I ran my hands up under those glorious tits lifting them and then cradling them with my palms. So much territory to cover and all the time in the world to appreciate their softness. My fingers found her growing nipples and I tweaked them gently.  I could feel her cunt slowly inching over the knob of my cock, but still she seemed hesitant to force her quivering snatch all the way on to it. I couldn’t wait. I rose on my heels, bent my knees, slid my hands to Debbie’s waist, and gave an upward thrust with legs, knees and hips, and buried myself in her. She was wonderfully tight and yelped with delight. I began pumping into her with abandon. With each thrust my knees pushed her higher to the heavens and as my hips fell to earth my Debbie’s tits would bounce as her twat hungrily squeezed and tightened around me in her downward fall to earth. She had great muscle control of her pussy as she rotated and pulled up to the knob in anticipation of my next thrust. Her snatch seemed to suck along the shaft of my cock and spread over the head outmaneuvering the best blow job I had ever received. She leaned forward and pressed her breasts full against my chest and began to work her tiny bottom up and down for a close quarter furious fuck. I could only submit and enjoy.

 

Her breasts against me and the cooch job she was doing on me had me close to coming so I used some muscle control of my own and bore down to keep from spewing fiery jizz up in her. When Debbie felt the spasms of my first dry orgasm she leaned up and back to give me the full view of her delightful body in frantic full frontal cowgirl gallop. The sight was incredible as she continued to ride and bounce above, but since my dick stayed hard after she thought I came she gazed down in wonder. She continued fondling my cock with her snatch in abandon but demanded between plunging, “I thought you came”

 

“Yes I did,” I said with a grin. “But this is no time for small talk.” and seized the moment to grasp her ass and lift it to the divan for further explorations of her cunt with me on top now.

 

I looked down at her breasts as they fell to the side of her delightfully compact body and began to furiously fuck my raven haired wench who had teased me with her delights for so long in the office place. With each downward thrust I felt her hips reaching up to meet with the moist smacking sound of ecstasy. I would rotate my hips clockwise and she would spin hers counter swirling my cock in her clamping cunt. I was grunting as I lost control of my breath and groaned loudly. I would pull out and feel the prodigious knob of my prick spread her tightened pussy lips. Those tender lips would greedily clutch as they spread over my tip only for me to force my way back in to Debbie as she cried out with delight. Yet I did not give up the jizz, pausing to shiver and shake in internal ecstasy, only to take up the full thrusting assault on Debbie’s insatiable quim with vigor and resolve. Debbie was delirious in the depths of desire and discombobulation. I was sweating as I immersed myself in every sensation of this insatiable fuck.

 

As I had Debbie sprawled on the edge of the divan my hands were free to roam those massive tits which I desired for so long as I pounded into her delicious snatch. Her nipples were solid and firm between my fingers. My hands were full of Debbie. With each push I felt her getting nearer and nearer the edge as we wailed in unison about fucking her deeper and harder. I gazed down upon my little Debbie and watched her body reverberate in quivers as she lost control and said those magic words.

 

“Do whatever you want to me”

 

I may never know exactly what Debbie meant by that. But I do know over the next few minutes, hours, days, and year, I would. But then again she did too.

 

But this was a moment to gain confirmation. So I hiked up a bit and pulled her little behind into a more advantageous position. I pulled my cock out so only the oversized head of my dick was poised barely touching her now sopping snatch and used my free hand to massage her engorged clit. “What was that,” I asked?

 

Debbie was way too distracted at first. She was writhing under my attentions, but her eyelids parted and what she had said seemed to dawn on her. She looked at me with glazed brown eyes. I moved my hips slightly to maintain a periodic gentle parting of her gash while still working my thumb gently over her responsive clit.

 

“No time for small talk,” she moaned, “You know what I said.” With that I took her ass in hand and pulled her to the floor with me. As she impaled herself on my steely rod we were face to face , eye to eye.

 

“Yes I do Debbie,” I said. We then commenced the sort of face to face Kama Sutra fuck that odes are written about. Her ass in my hands. Her tits in my face. Our sighs  bounding into the void of the wee hours of the night. But the words “Do what you want to me,” gushed in my head just as my load was gushing into Debbie.

Friday Night Follies

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Another Friday night at the office.

Panties were dropping like raindrops on an April morning.

Condom wrappers ripped open like bodices in a cheap romance novella.

Women enjoyed their sex fingering themselves like an oboe aficionado.

Eyes were opened wider and legs were spread like butter on a biscuit.

My orgasm dangling like her thong was off her upraised stiletto heel.

Just another Friday night at the office.

 

Can’t Stop

I can’t stop me

I filled you

Spent you

Played inside you

Smear around

Spread you

Licked you

Take a deep breath

Can’t leave you alone

I play

You resonate

You moisten

I’m encouraged

Engorged

You’re flowing

Cock in hand

We play

Teasing

Splitting

A parting

A push

An entry

An engulfing

We fuck

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Time and Venue TBD

TMI Tuesday: May 7, 2019

May is Masturbation Month. Let’s first celebrate by playing this TMI Tuesday. Second, please go celebrate by giving yourself some glorious “self pleasure” aka go masturbate!

1. Can one masturbate too much?

Anything in excess can be a bad thing. How much is too much can be handled only by you.

2. Do you masturbate daily?

Sometimes I do. Sometimes I don’t. “The pursuit of foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of small minds.” – Emmerson

3. Do you masturbate significantly more than you have sex with another person?
A. Yes
B. No

C. Sometimes I do. Sometimes I don’t. If you are looking for a lifetime aggregate; life is too short to do the ciphering. “If you can’t be with the one you love. Love the one you’re with.” – Crosby Stills Nash & Young

 

4. Can you go one week without masturbating?
A. Yes

…and I have many times. But edging frequently while taking advantage of myself does make the heart grow fonder – me
B. No
C. Only if I could have sex at least every other day

 

5. Are you comfortable casually admitting to others that you masturbate?
A. Yes
B. Depends on Who I’m Talking To.

I have no compunction to bust that nut on every Tom, Dick, and Harriett I meet on the street. But if the conversation does reach out to that topic I will certainly take that unicorn by the horn and spew my rainbow of experience upon request.
C. No

 

6. Would you be comfortable performing a masturbation “show” in front of your lover?

 

A. Yes

Times and venue available upon request.
B. Maybe, Depends on the Personality of My Lover
C. No

7. Have you ever masturbated in a public place? Where? Why?
A. Yes
B. No

Nobody wants to see that sort of unsolicited performance when they are going about their business. But if you do…

Times and venue available upon request.

 

Bonus: Would you rather. . .
Never masturbate again?  OR
Have to masturbate five times a day, every day, forever?

Since I have other hobbies and interests besides philately I would say never again as long as it does not preclude me from receiving such intimate services and an occasional stamp licking. I would make time and situate myself accordingly to receive such delights.

May 28 is Wanker’s Day!

“Wank on you crazy diamonds” – Pink Floyd and me

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How to play TMI Tuesday: Copy the above TMI Tuesday questions to your webspace (i.e., a blog). Answer the questions there, then leave a comment below, on this blog post, so we’ll all know where to read your responses. Please don’t forget to link to tmituesdayblog from your website!

Happy TMI Tuesday!