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2 BBCs & Me...Cross that one off the
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2 BBCs & Me...Cross that one off the Which, of the many potential reasons, explains why my experience last night of fucking two beautiful BBCs (Big Black Cocks) fell short of my fantasy? First, I fear I've lost my edge due to hormonal changes (read: I'm menopausal = old). My hormones are not poppin' off as they did 10 years ago. I was hot for anything then. I usedta get off on the intensity of a big black cock jack-hammering my cervix. Honest to God and the Goddess, I did. I'm wired for intensity. The physical intensity all by itself usedta be enough. Plus, I have a fetish for imagining dark skin next to my Northern European pallor. And the sight of that beautiful, rich chocolate color plunging into my pink parts, well, as my speak-it-straight friend Sam says, "You're the Plantation Mistress." Yep, I own the place where black dicks long to be. Excuse me while I go powder my nose. I'm blushing. (Actually, I'm hot flashing but the effect is the same!) I enjoyed the physical intensity but that alone wasn't enough to make it a great time for me. Second, my multiple BBC fantasy involves totally non-consensual rough sex (which is code for a word we can't use in blogs) that I prefer to keep as complete fantasy. It's one fantasy that pushes me over the top when I want to get myself off. NOW. But I don't need to play it out in real life. Third, the multiple men fantasy I have long desired involves men (without discriminating on skin color or dick size) who are sexually skilled, know my body and adore me. They want me to have the best time possible. I trust them. They use my body for THEIR pleasure and in being used by men I trust (and may love), my deepest fires get ignited. That's hot! Instead, what I got last night was as my adventurous gal pal Heather called "kinda fun and kinda annoying." An impromptu foursome started out with me having drinks with JayDee, returning to the 1970s "Time Capsule" where I'm house sitting and texting Heather. I wanted someone else to diffuse the total focus on me and Jay wanted to help a homeboy out. They're black men stuck in white bread Santa Barbara for a couple weeks. There are NO clubs here where one can meet a sistuh in need. Jay and I connected through this site when he knew he'd be visiting. We'd met a couple days before for a quickie. In retrospect, I see why I wanted another woman there. It wasn't that I feared too much attention. Or that I feared the men. They're both nice guys. I just did not want to be responsible for taking care of two men. That goes, I think, to the heart of why I'm dissatisfied with what could have been an awesome evening. ENTITLEMENT. They're beautiful, fit, black, near-pro-level athletes, visiting my small town for the Michael Jordan ' Basketball Camp, and they think it's my job to get them hard and serve as the Outlet Surge Protector through which their dicks can be connected but not touch. It's not gay in a 3-way, yanno. My pussy serves as a place for them to get off. I coulda been a Fleshlight. Though race got them to the show, I don't think race is the issue. There are plenty of selfish men with big dicks. In fact, I have yet to meet a man with a big dick who did not assume he was a "giver" just because he could keep driving his big dick into a woman's pussy for a good long while. I don't even know if the big dick thing is the issue. I think maybe I'm just old enough, wise enough, to realize that I want more than to be the outlet for some guy to get off. Where's the seduction? Where's the intimacy? Where am I in their getting off? So I'm back to wishing I could Bend-Over again in Bend, OR, because a man who sends me pictures of our fuck chair in various locations because he's thinking of me...now that's hot! On the upside, it was sorta fun and the occasional jack hammering explains why my 50ish pussy can take a pounding and keep on wanting more. I consider it pussy training so that I'm good to go when the menu offers what I really hunger for. {=}{=}{=} BiPolyBabe69 |
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too bad. You cannot conceive the many without the one.
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As one grows in wisdom and experience, we also learn our new boundaries and know what desires need to be met. When you're in the mood, you know it and how to handle it. But, if not, then a possible evening of pleasure and fun can turn the other direction. So, enjoy whatever slice of heaven falls your way. You are one very sensuous woman and deserve the satisfaction too. Bud Always Ready for Fun.
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