Monthly Archives: December 2013

A Hungry Pussy Speaks

Can’t you hear me howling?  I am bellowing at the top of my voice – why won’t someone answer my primal call?

Why won’t someone FUCK me?  Fuck me hard, fuck me rough, fuck me forward, backwards, sideways.  Fuck me until I’m sore and smirking.  Fuck me until the floodgates open wide and I gush. Fuck me until I sob.

Can’t you see I need it?  Can’t you read the raw hunger in my eyes? Do you not see the creamy drool spilling forth from my trembling lips, coating fingers, panties, toilet seats and virtually everything else I come into contact with?  I need it.

What about you sir? Or you over there? I am not picky, okay not that picky. (Picky enough that I told the 60 year old no.  But hey, can you blame me? His ad said he was 48!)

What about you there, what did you say? You’re married? Perfect.  It is highly likely you are horny as hell yourself and haven’t had sex in six months.

I don’t mind if there is a wife.  Hell, she can join us.  I don’t care if there is a legion of sister wives.  Just as long as they are willing and someone brings a strap on, I’m cool with it.

I am beyond hope, beyond the ability to quell this warm, gushing flood.

I am roiling in my own need.  And I just can’t take it any more.  I must be filled, stroked, slapped, fingered, licked, sucked, nibbled, and pounded until I am tender and yielding, spewing moisture and dirty words.

And don’t tell me to use a toy, for chrissakes.

I need touch.

Skin pressed against skin, hungry mouths on shuddering parts, probing, curious fingers delving into whatever holes they find.

You don’t have to love me.  But I am guessing when you’re done thrusting deep into my velvety tight tunnel, you might just have a lil crush.  😉

I am a good Pussy.  I am a warm and giving Pussy.

Won’t someone please come and make me purr?


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Pussy Progress Report – 12-14-13

Hi there my horny little readers,

Pussy here to just give you a little update.  CJ is much better, moving around and rehabilitating from her unfortunate injury.  At this point, the jury is still out on whether or not the mind-blowing orgasm that accompanied the strain was actually worth it, but hey, on the bright side she got a doctor’s note that gave her permission to stay in bed for a week and take narcotics.  I’m pretty sure there are at least one or two people out there who will have a pang of jealousy reading that.

Sad part? She’d rather be up and about, hauling a Christmas tree up to her new apartment, decorating with her Ella Fitzgerald playing, the smell of cinnamon and pine in her nose.  She’d rather be chatting with friends, shopping for surprises to delight her friends, close and far away, just to show them she is thinking about them.

Because she is.  She is thinking about her friends.  The ones who here came to her side and helped her to the emergency room.  The ones who braved icy roads to get her home and back to a safe place.  The ones who brought her healthy food and the ones who brought her naughty food.  The ones who reached out to make sure she was really okay, even the ones who just came to sit on the floor next to her bed for a while and keep her company.  Of all the medications and rehabilitation having been offered, those small connections with friends have proved to be the best medicine.

She is going to be fine.  CJ is a pretty tough cookie.  And just because she’s too incapacitated to lie in bed and type about the naughty thoughts she is having at the moment, trust me friends, she is having them and very much looking forward to sharing. 😉

And one day soon, that naughty girl will put away the Valium and Percoset and get back to delighting you readers.

And CJ has decided to add a new year’s resolution to her 2014:  More yoga classes so the next time she gets told to turn herself around and dp herself hard, she can oblige without a trip to urgent care.

Gotta have goals, right?

Stay wet friends,



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The Hazards of Phone Sex

Oh brother.  You are not going to believe what CJ has done now.

Okay so I don’t know if you are aware of this, but our sweet little CJ has a kink for phone sex.  Personally, I think she likes it because phone sex doesn’t require time primping in front of the mirror.   I think we can all agree that CJ is an impatient little whore when she wants some.

So she meets an interesting prospect and a phone call ensues.  Good conversation, broad range of topics, laughter and a good vibe.  As the hours pass (yes, this was one of those kind of phone calls) the conversation turns frisky.  Pretty soon, CJ is panting like a slut into the phone while this guy hits all of her buttons.  He tells her what he will do to her.  How he will push her down over a table and plunge his fingers into her cunt any time just because he wants to.  He tells her how he will spread her thighs wide so he can shove his finger in her ass while he fucks her hard.

Needless to say, CJ enjoyed the conversation very much.  When the command came to go fetch a toy and shove it in her ass, she complied eagerly.  In order to perform the next series of requests her gentleman caller made, it required CJ to push the limits of her flexibility.   Not having done any stretches in order to prepare for this rather athletic sexcapade, CJ had a monstrous orgasm followed in quick succession by two more as her caller commanded he give him three orgasms.

By 340 am when the call ended, both were satied and very sleepy.  When CJ woke the next morning she noticed some slight stiffness in her low back.   As the morning progressed the pain worsened to the point she could not get out of bed.  One weekend, a trip to urgent care, an ambulance ride to the emergency room, and several shots of strong medicines, CJ is now at home resting.

When asked by the doctor if there was any inciting incident to precede the muscle strain/sprain that was causing muscle spasms and excruciating pain upon movement, CJ contemplated telling them about the phone call.  Instead she reported having carried a 25 pound box of firelogs up three  flights of stairs Friday evening.

Sure CJ, sure it was a box of firelogs.  You know the truth as well as I do, you strained your back fucking yourself like a whore and loving every second of it.  Admit it, you did this, literally, to yourself.

I know.  I was there.

So there you have it readers.  CJ is out of commission until further notice.

I’ll be your entertainment in the meantime.




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