Sexcapades with Renee

A MOMENT TO TREASURE: Discipline vs Punishment

September 7th, 2007

             Man is my fanny sore and bruised!

Now then, the day was like any other day. I woke early I did my morning routines: coffee, med’s, shower and The Knight? Yes now then it seems most every morning I am to be romanced by the coolest guy. Why he should like me, a short plump brunette with NICE tits, I’ll never know but he is the hero of hero’s for your little heroine!

It seems that I am doomed to modern electronic romance. oh oh oh! But though I can’t say enough about my joy for the friend I have in him, Something more wonderful than anything I can put into words has happened to me!

All these years of waiting for my Master, all the phoney Dom’s I went through, all the tears I wept over the Wonderful Cyber Dom, have come to fruition in this one man. I am filled with a special sort of love. The little girl in me that was waiting for him has been rewarded.

Now when I tell you that I was punished, well more than that, I was disciplined for the first time last night! This is a moment I will treasure always. No I am not a pain slut! I am a submissive and I will be a slave to one Master when he collars me.

But for now, well I really blew it. It all started when I didn’t get enough sleep because I was up with photographers and a girlfriend till 2:00 in the morning. We went to the park and the beach and later in my bedroom. All together there were 1,600 photographs to consider.

I was so tired and my girlfriend is so pretty. I am so heavy and her body so nice. I am such a narcissist and did i mention I was tired? Well I woke up and freaked out.  Guys this is so hard to write about. I want it to be good like the last few entries but it means so much to me and I am tired again.

Any way, I wrote my Master telling him, I DID SAY TELLING HIM, that he was not taking care of business, essentially. I wrote a series of messages to that effect. I did!

If you are vanilla then it would be hard to understand what I am trying to confess. Let us just pretend we are in Egypt and you are sold into slavery, or if you prefer you can pretend that you just bought a sweet little slave.

Now then your slave decides that you don’t know what you are doing and so she just TELLS you so. What would you do? Well that is what I did to my Master! I am guessing that you know it wasn’t pleasant for me but that is where you are wrong.

Do you know what it is like to have him stop his life and devote two hours to teaching me something about myself and ultimately himself? Yes though I can’t sit without discomfort, I love him more now than ever before.

When I arrived he waiting for me outside sitting at the umbrella table. I had been wondering the whole drive if he would be remembering the promises he made to me while I was sending my critiques in all those messages.

“If he doesn’t punish me I will cry”, I thought. It turns out that was the least of my worries. I stepped up onto the porch and made my way over to the table where he sat. He is such a serene man. Nothing seems to shake him.

I was feeling nervous but I didn’t let it show. Perhaps it did show a little. I was instructed to this and then do that and finally I was instructed to fetch a black package from the table in the dining area, which I did. when I returned to the porch and on the table were four thin birch branches.

He was looking at me and he asked me, “Do I have your attention?” Boy did he have my attention. This was the promise he made to me. 10 strikes for this and 12 for that and 15 for something else.

To you it may not seem like to much but we had just watched a movie on Russian discipline and those girls had some serious damage to their fannies when it was all over. They each took forty strikes on the ass and I was about to get 37 of the same.

I have a funny giggle. It wasn’t funny to me but I didn’t know what else to do. Then I handed the black package over to Master. He opened the package and from he drew an cold/ice pack which I am sitting on now. He was smiling under his oh so serious edifice and as he explained that he bought this for me to help with the pain.

I couldn’t imagine him doing anything to me that would hurt that much. but I can NOW. I giggled again and began to wring my hands for anticipation. My eyes bounced back and forth between his eyes, the cold pack and the birch branches which seemed to getting thinner and longer as he talked.

He handed me the ice pack and had me to place it in the freezer. Then to my great surprise he handed me the black package to open for myself. In the black package was a black box. On the box was a name. Anne Klein.

When I opened the black box with the name on it there was a beautiful watch! For me! I was stunned. I didn’t expect it by any means. He has the most wonderful way of making a horrible thing so bearable.

I remember when he promised to collar me. He used the crop and as it crashed down with a thud on to my clit these words were what he said, “Did you hear me tell you that I am going to collar you?” My answer was…

Now then I was to be disciplined in my thinking with four birch branches with a beautiful beautiful watch on my arm. I told myself right away, “Just think about the watch when it hurts.”

That however is not so easy to do. I never had a moment of discipline in my life and when my mother did decided to spank me I beat her up. Poor gal. She waited until I was her size and then decided to spank me. Oh well.

As commanded, I went to the lounge chair and removed my clothes for his camera. He never does anything to me that he doesn’t film it. One day when we are older and I am better trained, to think healthily, we will watch it and laugh.

First I removed my leopard print blouse with the black fringed neck line. I looked at the camera and gave a helpless smile. I was helpless. Helpless to not smile with all the joy I felt: first for the love and attention I was about to receive, then for the joy of being disciplined for the first time in my submissive life, and then again I will always love my watch.

I used my fingers to pull down at the waist line of my ankle long camel colored skirt. I then stepped out of the skirt and placed it and my blouse on the chair beside the lounge chair.

I had on only a black shelf bra and black boy panties. They too were removed one at a time, with an occasional glance to the camera where Master stood filming me. Hey you know what I thought of just now? I could easily sell this DVD to any of you that would like a copy! You have just to ask and I will present it to Master as an idea.

I stood naked at the foot of the lounge chair and asked Master for permission to lay on it. He permitted me to do so. I lay there on my stomach, while Master sat down beside me in the chair where I had laid my clothes just moments before.

Perhaps the worst of all things that happened to me last night was I got attacked by ‘noseems’. My arms are so itchy right now and of course my fanny is quite sore.

He began to talk and to remind me of the things I had done to get myself in this position. One of them is not listening well and I hate to admit it but I don’t remember what he said. But there was to be 10 strikes for something silly I did and 12 additional for something else. Then there would be 15 more for something else.

If it is really important to you, I can go back into the email where I was first told of the misfortune that was to be befall me and tell you every word he said. He doesn’t stray from his focus much guys. Whereas I can’t keep my mind on one thing for more than an hour. That is why I don’t often sell overnight packages.

I tucked my hands under my shoulders so that I wouldn’t use them to protect my fanny. He promised me that my hands would be whipped if I did. I thought to my self just focus on your watch and how much he must love you.

Then I felt the roughness of the branch as he smoothed it over my fleshy ass. I shivered and closed my eyes. He just sat there calmly and stroked my skin with the birch branch that had been laying on the table moments before.

He began to talk to me. I can’t remember exactly what he said but for the whole time he was whipping me he spoke to me in the kindest but most authoritive voice. It was very reassuring as I knew that it was going to hurt. I knew my ass would be bruised and there would be welts. I wasn’t sure though if I might not bleed.

Oh my God the first one came down. Now that wasn’t do bad. I can do this. I thought to myself. Then came the command, “You will thank me and ask me for the next one.” I cringed. Thank you Master”, I said, may I please have the second one.”

No sooner than I said this then the second one came and then a third. The fourth one happened to me and I re thought my confidence that “I can do this!” I remembered in the DVD the women screamed and cried on every few strikes.

By the time I got to nine my ass hurt so badly that I lost my count and that afforded me two more in quick procession. In fact I was not permitted to lul much in the pain before I was required to make my plea for another.

Now then, the first group of strikes was for not paying attention or was it not listening to him when he told me things. I am constantly do that. He tells me something and I don’t remember or I don’t hear him. But what I think is he doesn’t remember properly. I think he thinks he tells me something and he hasn’t told me at all!

What a price to pay for his confusion. But as I am about to say this to him, I then remember he has the birch branches and he has four. He might choose to strike me with all four at one time. I think, he is the Master and if he says he tells me things and I don’t pay attention… Then he tells me things and I don’t pay attention,

I love him right at this moment. Let me assure you all thoughts I thought I would have about a beautiful watch that was on my wrist tucked under my shoulders had escaped me completely.

All the while his manly voice, as assuring as it was, was reminding me of the second infraction. That infraction might have been anything any thing at all. I could concentrate upon was the birch branches and most especially the one that was being drawn back and forth across my fanny.

I thought of nothing else. Then with out warning the first one came. There was to be 11 more in this series. He was showing me no mercy. From time to time the strike against my lily white cheeks was light and would have been even sensual but for the one or two that quickly followed and landed upon the same spot as the one before.

“Thank you Master, may I please have number 6?” And, “Thank you Master, may I please have number 8?” and on and on he went. One strike harder than the next. Then very next not so hard at all. Then he would smooth the birch branch over my flaming ass cheeks. Some of the strikes hit my thighs. I can’t begin to tell you how that hurt and from time to time one would land on my lowest section of my back or the top most section of my fanny.

I think the only thing that hurt worse than that was the noseems that were biting me all over my back and arms. I was amazed that I didn’t cry but the pain was becoming unbearable. If that wasn’t bad enough… I had one more set of 15 to process.

I wanted so badly to remember exactly what these strikes were for, but I hadn’t been paying attention. Oh yes that was it, I don’t pay attention. Finally the final blow came down across my cheeks. It may have been the hardest but knowing it was the last made it endurable.

But no! I forgot to thank my Master for the 12th strike! He noticed and that meant I got strike 13 and a reprimand to go with it.

My fanny hurt but my love was overwhelming. It takes a lot out of a Master, who would rather be fucking me than beating me, to sit down and teach me a lesson.

My lesson was not through yet. I still had a set of 15 more strikes to go. I was not sure how I would fair through fifteen more of those. Master got up and lay the branches across my back and went to the table and picked up camera.

I had no idea what he was doing until I saw the flash of the camera. He photographed  my bruised and flaming ass. I wondered if it was bleeding because he was smoothing his hands over the wounds carefully. I lay motionless. I had not been commanded to do anything new.

He snapped off many pictures.Hey I just thought of something! He might let me sell one to you. Would you like to see the DVD or have a photo of my poor little fanny with bruises and welts and well I don’t know what it looked like actually and I don’t know if he will let me sell them to you but if enough of you make an offer I am sure he will release me to sell them to you.

Then came the command to rise and pick up the mess on the porch and return into the house. I obeyed naturally. I still had 15 strikes to go and I really wasn’t sure if I could take all of them. I had no idea how to get mercy from him and stop the beating. If he wanted to go into the house and have me go with him, who was I to argue. 

My heart was pounding with awe for him as he sat me down at the computer and pulled up the emails I had been sending to him since the fourth of September.

One after another he read them to me. He read my own words back to me. These were the words that had afforded me these welts and bruises. I sat staring at my own words there on the screen. I went on and on giving him directives about a diet I begged him to get for me and then all of a sudden I was on a hunger strike. I was going to stop eating all together!

My God I thought to myself. I said that. Sometimes though he was not laughing I had to laugh. Other times my twisted little mind argued with him about the truth in what I had written. But I chose carefully the times when I gave vent to such words.

He is Master and I am slave and even if he was wrong he had the branches and I had the fanny that they liked so much. I couldn’t believe the things I said and the way I said them to my own Master. You wouldn’t have known I was a submissive.

I sounded like a raging bitch! I sounded like like like well I don’t know. I sat there with my eyes wide open reading those God awful words that I knew I had written to him.

He told me that I was wrong to tell myself that I am FAT. He says I am not FAT. He says that I will not, not should not but will not, tell myself that I am FAT or that someone other than I is prettier than I. He didn’t tell me that I was wrong. He said that I should not tell myself these type of things and why. It is not healthy thinking.

I loved him so much at that moment. He is training me to think right. He expects me to love myself. He was right! Why would I let those thoughts  reign in my pretty little head?  And WHY would I want them in his head? WHY would I make him think those kind of thoughts about me?

But there was more than just that. From time to time through out my lesson I was made to bend over and expose my reddened and bruised fanny to him. He would take out a salve and smooth it over my wounds. His fingers slipping sometimes into my private hole. I started to cum but he didn’t let it go that far.

Now then, I don’t pay attention and I don’t remember what he tells me. I get into my emotions and I don’t listen to him. Oh and yes, I make assumptions and ask him for help and then change the plan on him. Oh crud I am a mess.

Then he taught me something else asking me, “Do you know why you act so out of control?” I looked up over my shoulder and said, “NO.” He said, “because you are only ninety days sober. Your whole thought processes will change when you have been clean a year.

Wow, he must know everything there is to know about me. That is what Master Bruce said. The Master should know his slave better than she knows herself. I have not a Dom but a real Master!

Now I could go on with the lessons he taught me but just now I am thinking of the tender kiss he gave to me. I hugged him and I loved him. He knew how to mix these things so they were easy to process and I will remember.

He lay on the bed next. He commanded me, “Love me up.” I knew what that meant because that had been the whole of my training these past weeks. I climbed on the bed on the far side of him and began to massage very lightly his whole body.

This is always a problem for me because I see his cock. I see any cock and all I want to do is play with it and suck it. All I think of milking it dry and swallowing his juices.

I will take the time to qualify that statement. With my Master… I do not use a condom and I always swallow what he gives me. I have mentioned this before in the category of MUST READ. My stories never mention condoms and often mention that I swallow or that cum drips from one of my holes.

Well let me ask you this. would like the story better if I stopped to put a condom on my men? If I didn’t swallow. No I am a writer and so I use my license to tell the story my own way. The way it should have been before there were incurable diseases. Now back to the story.

As I was saying, I began to massage his body very lightly. I started with his feet and kissed them first one and then the other. That is what a slave should do, isn’t it? Kiss her Master’s feet. It makes no never mind how the slave feels toward him or her does it. A slave should kiss her Master’s feet. So that is what I did.

Slowly I worked my way up his body. First his right leg and then his left. I let my tender caresses cover him. I then took each of his arms and caressed them too, stopping to kiss his hands first one and then the other.

I stopped for a while at his forehead and massaged his temples and the bridge of his nose. I bent over there and kissed his lips and quickly moved on to his chest. I love his body and I love him. tonight has been so wonderful for me.

Don’t think I am strange. I didn’t want to get disciplined. I didn’t try to do wrong so that I could be punished. But this was a mark of ownership. I belong to him.

I eventually found his cock and there I had the greatest of pleasure. From time to time I looked up at his face. He was smiling a sleepy satisfied smile but his eyes were closed.

I sucked the head of his cock into my mouth and swallowed all that I could of his soft skin. I continued to suck keeping as much of it as I could down the back of my throat. It began to grow in my mouth and I was filled with joy.

I released his cock when it was fully hard and took the task of making love to his balls and his private spot. I was able to get both balls into my mouth and I kept them there sucking on them all the while I was stroking his cock.

To my surprise he stopped me and said, “I want your ass hole.” He got out of the bed and I knelt in position with my ass in the air. I disappointed my self as I forgot to put my head and my shoulders down in the lowest possible position and so he pushed on my back and shoulders and I went down.

Drat! I forgot. Just when I so wanted to be perfect. His cock must have been very swollen as it felt so much bigger when he entered me than it ever had before. Cum dripped from my pussy immediately and pooled on the hard wood floor.

cum continued to drip from my pussy as he pumped my private hole deeper and deeper. Then he told me he wanted my pussy so I turned over and spread my legs for him. He entered me from this position and again cum gushed out of me soaking his crotch and my legs and then pooling on the floor.

He made love to me tenderly and my body responded with tremendous force. Then came the moment. He withdrew his cock. His cum spilt onto my tummy and we were done.

Other tender things happened but they were personal so I wont go into them right now.

I amaze myself. I have all this love in my heart for this one man and yet there is room for another. That is another story

MORE LATER GUYS

It was quite a weekend for me and my sore little pussy! It all began when he called wanting to pick me up and take me to his waterfront condo… It had been several days maybe even a week since I had been laid so I was elated! It was his preference that he dominate me and so I asked him how to dress.

omg SOMETHING BETTER CHANGE AROUND HERE old picture at least 3 years ago

I left the doctor dom because he would not make time for me…..It was not because I didn’t love him but I never got to be with him.

Now that I have hurt my back he is being my doctor. Every other day I must go to his office and lay naked on a table with my ass exposed to him.

He pokes me with acupuncture needles down my back and my ass and my legs. While I lay there helpless he talks to me. It made me remember how much I love him. How disappointed I was when it didn’t work out for me and Him. I leave feeling so sad.

But I am getting better now.

True Erotic Stores

This is a story I wrote about a real life experience I had.

So this is a real man who I really am attracted to and this is something I have really done.

hope it is good reading for you all and if this is not your cup of tea… I like lots of other things too.

I had been calling Him and emailing Him for days. He doesn’t know how much I want to see Him, to be under His command.
I have never been trained for anything and feel like I am good for nothing in this world of domination and submission.
Yes I am a hooker but I forget. The need and the desire to be owned has done nothing but grow in me. Now He is the first person who actively pursues my training.
In the past and now today, I have found that when I see a dom regularly, always for money, (it seems) I grow so attached. But this is different. He is not jut playing with me. He is actually training me and making me useful. I am growing attached again.
Then I remember…
At least when He paid me what I really am. I should keep my feelings safe from my needs wants and desires.
OH WHY WONT THE WONDERFUL CYBER DOM come off the cyber and take me. He could make me 100% His if He would. But then so much of me has always been His.
But for now I am talking about the doctor dom and my growing feelings for Him. I am talking about TRAINING!.
What is the meanest thing a dom can do to a sub? It is not to use her.
Sir Doc, as you will come to know Him, never answered my half dozen phone calls and email this week. Today was different…
He emailed me and I answered but I was too elated to wait for an answer so that I called Him right away. We made a plan, a glorious plan to meet tonight. I in my anx called Him several times in order to push it up the clock and see Him right away.
True to His domhood He was not to be rushed or taken away from His own time table for me. These things make me feel secure.
It is a fine line that a sub walks. Expressing her needs and hoping for her own preferred outcome and manipulation. So I waited.
I was to call at 7 PM and so at 6:30 I picked up the phone and then realized I had my answer hours before… ” Cal me at 7pm.” I put the phone down and went home to eat and wait.
It was seven and I called him. It was time and I may begin my journey to Him and His design for our time together.
I failed to cleanse my bowls, an oversight I would later regret. But I did dawn my new red dress and earrings. Even my shoes were red. My eyes stood out brilliant blue in contrast to the red and my lips I painted bright red as well.
I rushed to the car to begin my travel. My mind raced as I thought about what was to come. I rehearsed my routine. The only routine that had ever been taught to me. I thought perhaps that I loved Him.
OH WOE IS ME, I seem to be loving three doms all at the same time. I must talk to a psychiatrist about all of this. But for now I was going to be used and that was all that maddered.
I drove the 30 minutes to His home and hoped He would find me beautiful. Yes I said beautiful. Then I would know that I was pleasing to His eyes.
When I arrived I touched up my make up and went to the door. I stood there looking at Him in adoration.
When He saw me and recognized my presence I came to my self and asked, “May I come in?” He answered as expected…”yes”
I fully expected Him to ignore me but instead He came to me and grabbed my nipples HARD. He was standing nose to nose with me and His eyes were reading my soul. I wanted to kiss Him. I wanted to fall to my feet and worship Him.
Then I leaned forward with my lips and hoped that He would initiate a kiss but He pulled away. This happened several times over the next few minutes. I meant to remember every word He said to me from begriming to end of our session but alas I must confess this story is just the essence of what I remember.
He informed of what was to come. I felt unsure of myself as I KNEW that I was supposed to cross the room and prepare myself for His inspection. But how could I when I was held helpless at the door with my nipples subjected to His grip?
Finally when He was convinced that I understood my position in the relationship and the scene to come He released me and sent me to follow the training He had provided for me some weeks before.
I crossed the room and entered the small room where I was to undress and to gather several objects as prescribed.
I did all that was required me. When I got my dress off I hoped secretly that He would notice in my nakedness that I had lost weight and firmed up parts of my body.
Loosing weight is a two edged sword for me. So many of my clients come to me because I have ‘ a little extra padding’ and then some are turned away from me because I am FAT.
What ever the case loose I will because my Master, Master Sam, wont have anything to do with me until I do loose weight.
I was to prepare my inspection instruments. One of my tasks was to select the article that I would be whipped with. Oh how I hoped that I would be disciplined. Not that I was disobedient just for the purpose of being brought under control but because it is a show of love to have my Master, and for now for these next few moments, He was my Master.
When I entered the closet sized room the first thing I did was to look hopefully around the room hoping that like the last time there would be flowers for me like there were last time. But there were none. This didn’t ruin the mood or hurt me or anything like that. It wouldn’t be a surprise if it were so easy.
So I stood there for quite some time gazing at the variety of paddles whips and other items that I might choose from to be disciplined and inspected with.
The last few times I chose the crop. I wanted to choose it again but then I thought better of it and selected the leather strap that is split so that when struck a loud crack is heard. Later I would find the noise itself scared me and convinced me that the pain of the strike was increased by the sound of it.
OMG
I forgot! This is not the first step in my routine! I returned the items to their places so that if He came to inspect my progress He would not know the error I had made.
I entered the bedroom and made my way to corner where I was to stand with my head down and prepare my mind and attitude for the submission of my should to Him.
I stood there and waited hoping that if He looked at me He would see my big FAT ass was not as big as it was the last time. So as not to mention this aspect of my thoughts again I will tell You later that He did notice and He did comment on it saying that He was proud of me.
FINALLY the buzzer went off. He was standing in close proximity of me and I turned my head to get the expected nod that meant I might leave my spot of thought and refuge and proceed to follow my routine.
He did nod my release and I went about collecting the instruments of my inspection. There was a pillow to kneel upon. A towel to lie upon while He inspected my holes. A leather strap to control me with. Rubber gloves and lotion to inspect me in most private spots. And the dreaded nipple clamps.
I carefully rehearsed in my mind what I was to do. “lets see… come to His side and present the platter of goods and devices.
He seemed pleased with me thus far as I stood in good posture and looked into His eyes for His approval. When the approval I came, I smiled. I am not sure if a sub is to be smiling at her Master when He is so grave and somber but my joy over rode any fears that I was doing the wrong thing and smile while I gazed at Him I did.
This did not dissuade Him from His looming gaze upon me. It wasn’t till many smiles later that He broke under the tenderness of it all and smiled back at me.
to be

I am a lonely soul and my profession really fills my life with rewards. I hope it shows when we are together and I am sure it does. I hope you will let me wait upon you and minister to you and your ever temporal need.

I provide things like rum, vodka and scotch with all the common mixers. I provide beer and wine and even cigars! lol. I don’t know but I enjoy watching a man puff away on the sweet smelling sticks and the look of satisfaction on your face while you do.

I love to see a cock EXPLODE, to quote a friend from yesterday. What I really like is to play with a soft cock and watch it as it grows to full stature. The longer it takes the better for me. I regret that there is a urgent and un-moveable need for condoms even on this loving act but then there are so many cocks to suck, lick and kiss that I have to have just such a rule.

I love when a friend enters the door of my house and I close it behind him and move my body close to his wrapping my arm about his body and planting upon his lips the kiss I have only for him.

There is an expression of delight in their eyes and they KNOW that I am theirs and that I want them here with me for this hour or so.

Please when you come to visit me expect me to shower you with the affection that is missing in your life. Expect me to wait on you hand and foot and do all that I can to please you.

It doesn’t madder to me your size. Be it your cock or your belly I am going to love you and do what I can to excite you. In fact I like a belly on a man. I think it comes from growing up working in a bar. All my boyfriends were ten years older than me and as they were regulars in the bar they all had a beer belly.

I at the time was 15 – 19. I would call those formative years and so I learned to like a belly! Now that doesn’t mean that I don’t marvel at the six pack cause I do it just means that I LOVE MEN and I am going to love you.

I never understood why men in Hollywood shave their chest. I love to run my fingers through the hairs around the bellybutton and pull on the hairs on your chest. And even love the smooth sensation of a bare chest with no hairs at all.

I just LOVE MEN. I love the way they smell and I listen for the yodel when they climax. I really like boxers so if you want to improve your image with me wear them. lol

All of these things bring me to place of security. As much as I know most all of you would want to have me say that I am bi-sexual, I am not. Thought NEVER occurs to me to touch a woman in a sexual way.

I will admit I like titis and I will admit that I like to look upon a woman of beauty but I have never had a though of putting my lips upon a clit or pussy lips. I can’t help the way I was made.

Since it would be good for business you think I would fake it and lie here on these pages of confession but alas I am not that way. But I will tell you this. I have made a girlfriend and she wants to meet you.

It is getting late in the morning and I must get ready for my morning meetings: A FRIEND OF BILL W. meeting. I hope your day is full of blessings and that you will

I am still around. I don’t feel so imaginative as I did yesterday but I did think it a nice thought to sayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy HELL-O HELL-0

Selfish people are hard to love aren’t they? And I think most of us have no clear or accurate picture of who we are. And I think that we asses others poorly too. I think that is because we value them according to our need and based upon our inaccurate understanding of ourselves.

Oh shit does this make any sense?

I think I am kind and generous. I see myself as long suffering and tender from the heart. But over and over again I am informed by folks that I am impatient and selfish. Too boot, lately,I see a fat lazy whore in the mirror. Well what the fuck am I all about.

well guys you do respond to a tongue lashing. Oh that just didn’t sound like what I meant to say. I mean the last entry was chastisement and it has been up there long enough.

So here is something nicer. This series of pictures was taken about a year ago. Hope you like it.

As you might have noticed…..I am advertising myself as a bbw. Though I think I am just pudgy. But what the hey.

I am overweight and very lucky that my waist stays in even when the rest of me is quite filled out.

  ok thats enough for now

Why do you guys do it. Everything is going so well. I am hot for you. You are hot for me. Sweats sent is in the air mixed with the aroma of sex.

Moans ring into the air. Your hands are all all over me and my lips are doing what needs to be done just now. AND THEN WHAT

You decide that you don’t want it to be over so you pull back and that HARD cock goes soft.

I Hate that shit. don’t do it to me please.

What I like is a wet juicy kissing beginning. My lips moving from your lips to, well, to what I am trying to say is that my lips cover every inch of your beautiful body and your hands caress me all over.