More than 9 - Part 2
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Posted:Nov 22, 2014 9:54 pm
Last Updated:Jan 9, 2015 9:38 pm
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Thank you to everyone that reached out to me to finish part 2. Love you all. I completed this a while ago but I have been extremely busy with little time to dedicate to my blogs. Here's a picture of my more than 9 and part 2.
Part 2
I shook from the thought of him entering me fully. Only the head penetrated my soaking wet pussy. He stopped. Then resumed to eating my pussy and ass...How good it felt.....We talked and played until we noticed the time. I got dressed, he walked me to my vehicle, we kissed and I could taste my pussy on his lips. Soo sweet. He asked me to send him a text message when I arrived home. I did as he requested. I thought about it again the next day...What it would feel like all the way inside? Could I take it all? Would I be brave? Will it satisfy my thirst? I had to find out but where was my courage? Hiding I supposed. Find it Cinn. Find it. I sent him message and asked if I could see him again. Of course was the reply. I arrived and he was outside to greet me. We kissed and walked into the spot. Back to the bedroom and kicked off my shoes, then into the bathroom. I walked back into the bedroom, there he was naked and waiting. I laughed because I knew I could twist him faster now. Gave him some crap about locating a hanger for my clothes. Stripped slowly while he watched me. Turned around to show off my panties; laced black boy shorts that laced up in the back. He loved them. He made several comments about how my ass looked in the panties. Typical I thought, but none of that matter at the moment. I wanted to seduce him. He walked passed me and that thing hit me. He gently pushed me on the bed and I thought...what a wimp....I am going to destroy this guy. He started caressing me which drove me wild but hold on Cinn; don’t you give in so fast. I got up on the bed and slowly crawled to the other side. I heard him grunt. What a jackass. I got him now. In one ”innocent” position and waited for my opportunity to strike. The way he worshipped my body made me feel incredible...I nearly lost all self-control again. Between the sexual teasing, I laid on my side facing him with my braids draped over my eyes. He constantly pushed the braids to side to see my eyes. I noticed that looked on his face. Trying to change the subject but it didn’t work. I strained to act like I didn’t hear him. Before I knew it, I was on my knees, wet and scared. He forced that beast in and I screamed. I pushed back against his stroke. Fucking harder and harder. Getting wetter and wetter. I screamed louder with each stroke that we clashed together. Kisses on my back and neck. I wanted some much more but my pussy couldn’t take it. The abuse I was trying to unleash on her for being so damn naughty. I buckled and he kept fucking me. I was shaking badly from his strokes now. He stopped and felt all my wetness that consumed him. He got up and moved to the right side of his bed while I stayed in that same positon for a while. I got handled. I required some time to reevaluate the situation. I just couldn’t comprehend what happened. He smacked my ass a few times. Later in another position; my favorite 69. He spread my pussy wide and teased my clit badly. I, on the other hand; sucked and gagged on his dick like a pro. I had to get his tongue out of my pussy. I was ready to cum but not until I milked him good. I’m not great at oral sex but I am decent. I could barely fit more than the head in my mouth. I was determined to work it. I pushed him off me, twisted around and laid on my stomach to milk it. It was difficult to tell if I made a difference until I struck gold, all that milky cum; some in my mouth most of it spilled onto my tits and bra. I looked up at him and started teasing him about all the cum on my bra. We laughed. I smiled as I watched him clean me up. He was my more than 9...
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More than 9. Part 1
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Posted:Nov 9, 2014 9:57 am
Last Updated:Sep 12, 2015 6:53 am
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While I was away from The Spice Rack, I was just as bad as always. Come on, you know me.
Here is one encounter that I will detail in (2) separate posts.
I met him not here but there where things are much tamer. He pursued me very hard and fast. I didn’t engage initially because I wasn’t sure about him.
There was one before him. Very demanding the way I like it. Yet he didn’t know what to make of me in person. I seem innocent but only those that truly know me understand what lies beneath. During this time we had only known each other for a few weeks ( no more than 3 I recall). He wanted marriage down the road and . Something I could not offer. I thought for sure, once he understood he would run. He did not. He was determine to make me his. I was confused as to why any man would ever want me again in this capacity. I declined the advances and left without a note.
Then he; more than 9, was still waiting for me. He slowed his approach for my attention because he thought I was worth the wait. Again with this I thought. Why me? I was puzzled and expressed to him many times over. He asked me out right. What happened to me? Confused about his question before I could answer he was more direct this time. I could not answer him still. You’re beautiful, kind, fun to talk with, very direct, confident, and extremely sexual. Bullshit I thought. No way could he get that from not seeing me in person and just chatting. How could he know that about me? How??? Our connection progressed through electronic means. Pictures and dirty thoughts. He made it clear that he wanted to spoil me. Do I allow it? We met in person for a brief moment. Time was not my friend. I typically do not break my sex rule. We sat and talked. As always hands all over me. I tried hard to bury the energy I was radiating. He felt it. Let’s fuck he said. No, I must stick to my rule. He was fully erected from just staring at me. This man has never read any of my posts on The Spice Rack nor has he met Bad or Good Cinn. Twisting him into knots will be very entertaining to us (Good & Bad Cinn). My voice and eyes were turning him on. This will be easier than I originally thought. He was mine to use if I dare. I love toying with a man on the edge. So much fucking fun. A man in this state will do whatever I ask. Like becoming my personal sucker to lick and suck on my clit. We exchanged pleasantries. He was adamant that we will have sex soon. I was weak. Such a stupid bitch. He asked me to come over to talk. Yeah right. I knew what that meant. I wore pants to slow him down. Arrived at his spot and he came out to greet me. I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE a GENTLEMAN. Not many of them around any longer. Walked into his place. Dropped off my stuff in his living room and headed to his bedroom which was straight ahead. What a big bed grandma or is that the big bad wolf? I stood on the right side of the bed studying how I was going to use it to my advantage. He stood right behind me. Kissing my neck, rubbing on my ass. I knew he wanted it. Tease him Cinn. Make him beg for this pussy I thought. He pulled my pants down to expose my thong s that barely covered my ass. Bent over on this bed. Rubbing my wet clit. Fingering me good. Some much happened in those hours. Ass up and thongs off; tongue in. He literally kissed my ass. The way he appreciated my body made me loosen up quickly. He licked my ass and tongue kissed my clit. That was the first time I felt it. He rubbed it against my clit. WTF, I thought. I felt it circling my clit. Then I heard it. You know the theme to Jaws. I turned around to look at him, the smile on his face. What have I gotten myself into or rather what will be getting into me????
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Welcome back Cinn...
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Posted:Nov 9, 2014 7:03 am
Last Updated:Jan 9, 2015 9:39 pm
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Am I really back? I don’t know. I would like to believe that I am. But I just don’t know.
I am hurting in different ways but stronger than before. Nevertheless, I am wounded. Scars from the emotion battle that I fought. Tears fill my eyes as I hide the pain. Lessons learned and hope is waiting. Uncertainty is near me. Yet, I have no time to soak but a fighter I must be. Not for me you see, but for those that depend on me.
I am conflicted and very twisted at this moment as I write this post. I realize it’s going to be a challenge but I can handle it. There’s no handbook to help guide you on such a path. Most people rely on family and friends to soften the blows and dry the tears. Not me. This is where I am the most flawed. Perhaps its pride, that makes me hide this pain and face it alone in the dark. There is no doubt that I am healing but not as fast as some that I know. Everyone has a mouth but no one has an ear. I scream at night and it’s quiet during the day.
I am starting a new blog offsite and looking forward to it. I will maintain the Spice Rack as well. I welcome the opportunity to bring you into my erotic encounters and dirty thoughts. Today has just awaken and tomorrow is still sleeping.
This will be a long journey but hopefully I will not travel alone. Come walk with me as we sample the spices on my rack. Kisses & hugs Cinn.
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I'm a Lingerie
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Posted:Aug 4, 2014 4:06 pm
Last Updated:Jan 3, 2015 10:06 pm
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You read right. I’m a Lingerie .......I can mix it up and/or shake it down. I can fuck with your mind without you knowing just by using some plain items. .....I’m very erotic and sensual. That’s not me being cocky but honest. The depth of my passion is undeniable but I keep it hidden as you most of know if you read the Spice Rack.
My love for lingerie is insane. I have about 1/3 of my closet, two dresser drawers and one shelf full of lingerie. Most of which NEVER stays on my body for longer than 10-15 minutes at a time. Damn horny ass men. Lol. I enjoy adding my 5 inch heels (let me add here.....I can’t walk in any of my 5 inch heels but they look good on me feet....Hehehe). I’m a typical lover....Take a shower alone ( sometimes this works sometimes it doesn’t), lotion up, lingerie and heels on....out the bathroom I strut. OMG.....I had this dream that one day.....I did this same walk and fell several times on the way out of the bathroom. I’ve fallen plenty of time wearing my heels.....nothing sexy about that....it gets harder and harder to get up gracefully. Just saying. But thankfully my ass is big enough to handle the impact.
Anyway...with the lack of sex....my lingerie was just sitting....not being used......So I decided to take some with me on my vacation. I have so many thongs with matching bras. On the way to the spot. I wore my leopard print set. I just knew the thongs were well hidden under my capris. Nahhh......My walk as it was mentioned to me. Is sexy.....Doubt that....I was told that I throw my hips....I swear I don’t notice the movement. I just walk. Fixed myself in the restroom... Much better but now I was hot..ready to fuck. Ran back into the bathroom to pull my thongs up tight between my pussy lips. I knew the feeling would make me so damn horny for dick.
Back in the room now. I had the bed to myself as he and I aren’t sleeping together. He entered the room as I was bent over in my suitcase looking for a small lingerie top. So plain but so sexy at the same time. I heard him grunt as he walked into the bathroom. I wanted to be a bitch...So I climbed on the bed facing the wall. Removed my shirt while watching him from the bed. We didn’t speak , I removed my shirt and bra while on my knees. Pulled over my lingerie top exposing my big brown round ass swallowing up my leopard print thongs. You could see my erected nipples piercing the shirt. Slowly I lowered my body making sure my ass was the last body part to touch the sheet. That act alone soaked my thongs. How I wanted to push the envelope further and spread my legs wide for his view. He slammed the bathroom door and I laughed. All I could think about was....what to wear the next day to fuck with him. I’m such a bitch or maybe I’m just a Lingerie .......
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Am I back?????
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Posted:Jul 31, 2014 10:12 am
Last Updated:Aug 12, 2014 4:51 pm
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Well.....sort of.....
My stress levels are returning to normal as I just arrived back home from an awesome vacation with my family. The time on vacation was tensed considering all attendees. We made the best of it for the sake of our .
My pain is deep and very unforgiven at this point in my life. The smallest things made me less than happy. I tried soo hard to be myself but I couldn’t.
A small glimpse into my world.....Besides what you see here on this site....I’m extremely passionate and loving and with the one that deserve it... my heart belong to them. Playful is my nature but romance is what ignites my fire....the heat from me is very intense; I will burn you if you stand too close. That is a warning as time with me leaves a lasting impression which will burn a memory that will never leave you cold. Nasty is I, as well as erotic, and awfully horny. I lie to you not.
It’s funny, these last few weeks....I had more previous lovers contact me to play again than ever. My heart is always ready to play but my soul is a little damage at the moment. You see....with me...I bury a part of myself ....not from fear or pain but because there’s so much more to me. Most aren’t ready to handle that side of me. I gave that side of me to him and he didn’t appreciate it and now I’m numb. I’m not lonely or sad...I just need the air to clear. With the time that I was away......I’ve gain some peace and clarity. I missed my HNW blogger family so very much. I’m looking forward to the next week ‘s post. I hope you check it out.
I have some much to blog about for the next month. I haven’t changed 100% just 30% - 40% tops. Wink Wink nod nod..
I have to spend the next few days visiting my favorite bloggers...getting all caught up on their lives and topics. Some much fun. Heading back to bed for some much deserved rest.
Big kisses & hugs.
Please come tuck me in....hehehe.....
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Cum sit with me....
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Posted:Jul 6, 2014 9:57 pm
Last Updated:Jul 24, 2014 1:13 pm
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Here’s your spoon and my fork in the road. Please have seat.
Hey guys...Things are almost slowing down for me . I can’t wait to get back to my blog and my HNW family. I miss you all so very much.
I’ve been rather good and busy. I’m travelling down a very long road which started off terribly heavy for my soul. I felt like stones laid upon my chest and I couldn’t breathe. I slowly removed the stones with all the strength in my heart. I thought for sure that the removal of those stone would be heartfelt on the other side but it wasn’t. Sorrow opened the gates and I fought the tears. No way would I show my pain. I stood up straight and felt some relief. I’ve chosen my path months ago.
When you give some much of your love and heart and nothing matters.You might get lost. Some people find their way..Some don’t......I’ve found mine as I glaze upon the fork.
I look left then right. I see the menu. I know what’s being served but I have not the stomach for it. I’ll wait for my appetite to return.
So now....I’m preparing to start a new journey...I will always be Cinn. More bad than good. Lol. Come on .....There’s no changing me. You know that.. I’ll share more as the months go on.
As I excuse myself from the table, I thank everyone that has reached out. I have some very wonderful friends that check up on me. I need time to address a few more issues then I will reach back. Kisses & super big hugs.
Cinn
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My sexual frustration
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Posted:Jun 26, 2014 9:25 pm
Last Updated:Aug 4, 2014 5:17 pm
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I’m working my ass off. My blog and profile have not been updated in a few weeks now. I’m not rushing it as I need a break.
However, I require more sex to handle this level of stress I’m experiencing which equals some nasty, hot, sticky, wet, and dirty sex with the right guy. Now in day you can’t just fuck anyone......safety and all.
My nipples are sore and super sensitive yet I’m sooo extra wet....horny....stressed and .......you don’t want to know the rest....trust me.
The last few days have been a bitch. I’m hurting badly. I love receiving dirty messages from previous lovers expressing how they miss handling me...what a feeling. It truly warms my hearts and other parts.
I really don’t have anyone to talk to because my life is moving at 100 mph. Trying jumping on at the rate of speed. I tell myself I don’t deserve happiness and fulfillment until the dust has settled. I managed to hitch a ride with a guy that seems to be terrific but the only challenge is that his life is moving faster than mine at the moment. I have no problem waiting for him to adjust his speed but I can’t wait forever.
I have been reflecting a lot lately and I’m not sure if that’s a good or bad thing that this moment. What I want is the easy part but what I need is much more complicated.
Last night, I didn’t sleep well at all. My body required the touch of another to bring me the sexually fulfillment that my mind needs in order to offer my soul some balance.
I long for his touch or to hear his voice... I imagine him over me....enjoying my sounds of passion and the way my body reaction to his...I felt my legs opening wider to accommodate the desire I was feeling at that moment to be taken without mercy and shown how much release was necessary for both of us but atlas it was a dream again. I sat up in my bed. My heart was racing and sweet box was drenched. I knew it was time to take it to another level but when? Where? How?
Just then I looked at my skin....all the brown...the smoothness.....I stared at my breast just pulling my full erected nipples....how tender to the touch......the chills ran through my body.....with only my mouth available to sooth my nipples....No one presented to watch me become Bad Cinn....forcing Good Cinn to the dark corner of my mind. One leg on the bedpost and the other bent on the bed. Holding one breast while the other hand was massaging my sweet, wet, messy box until I squirted all over my bed. The way I moaned in pleasure...the way I reacted to my own touch....the way...I fought to unleash my sexually frustration.......
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Was it claimed?
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Posted:Jun 10, 2014 6:40 am
Last Updated:Jun 13, 2014 5:31 am
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Guys you all are the greatest. Thank you for personal email messages and instant messages. Life is holding onto me and I’m doing this juggling act.
As you can imagine it’s a little difficult at times especially since I’m not a true juggler. I keep dropping things like sex.....my common sense (Be honest Cinn; I don’t think you really had any.... just saying).....sex.....time(Yeah that goes pretty fast).....sex.....Lovers (Wow you dropped lovers??? Or maybe they dropped me? Who’s to say?)......sex....papers ( What???? Really papers? Are you running out of things to add??).
Let me be forward if I may? I love sex so much that it’s in my soul. Let me share an experience with you.......I knew he and I would “hook up” as I wanted him as much as he wanted me. We talked and chatted for about a month. He was trying to be respectful of my situation. I admire a man that’s sensitive to things in my life but is also as nasty as I am (but in his case...much nastier). He teased me as I teased him but I can tell he’s holding back. What a silly guy I thought. We both know we will get together...it’s just a matter of time but I did feel the struggle in him. Should he give in to me? I’m very dangerous as I said before. No lies here. I will consume your heart, soul, body and mind. He kept asking me sexual questions and I laughed before I answered each one for I knew he was losing his internal battle with Bad Cinn. It’s rather delightful to watch a man decided if Bad Cinn is Bad or Good enough to be conquered. What they don’t know is that I struggle as well. My struggles are different and are very erotic. The secret is in my eyes. If you look you can see Good fighting with Bad....but my body is the real gage. The way it moves when I’m hot and ready to fuck is incredible. At times I can’t believe I’m that hungry but I am. I’m getting off topic again. My previous experience...It’s a small one.
This was the second time we’ve been together. I’m toying with him but he has no idea. Lol. In my mind...No sex yet. Met him again at this place of employment. In my truck again. Playing around. He loves thongs. I wore pants. When it was time to get in the back, I stood outside my truck, turned my ass towards him while I pulled down my pants slowly, sticking my ass out and shook it a little for all to see. There I stood, feeling so naughty in dark, hot and ready to be taken but not yet Cinn....Not yet....Reached for my skirt.....and pulled that up.....Jumped in the truck...I love a salute. Lol. I had to get myself together quickly. It’s just a blowjob again this time. No sex. Boy, did that fuck up my senses. He wanted my tight ass no pussy just my ass....but the truth is....I didn’t loosen it up...and he was ready to exploded. I had him and he knew it. It was going to be a BJ or nothing. Lol. Ass up and face down on him. Sucking him and moaning about how good it tasted....listening to him lose all his control to my mouth....taking him deeper and gagging and drooling. Spitting on his dick as I slid faster and faster...Looking up into his eyes....He’s mine and I have him on the edge....come up for air while drool hangs from my lips.....He knows it now....I’m taking everything he has to give at this moment. He chokes me and forces my head back down like the slut I am....and I finish him off...feeling his body shaking and listening to him let lose that last bit of strength...Mmmmhmmmmm....All mine. Afterwards, I sat there legs wide open....He held my right leg and rubbed on it. It felt rather good. Just imagine, both of my legs resting upon the back of the front seats and while he was held & rubbed on the right leg.....chills ran up and down my spine....It struck a chord....I started masturbating right there while he started a conversation...my goal was to distract him...He knew it....I broke his concentration.. He grabbed my hand and said that was his pussy....I’m thinking not yet until you claim it fully .
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Watchlist & missing post.......Jeez......
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Posted:Jun 2, 2014 4:05 pm
Last Updated:Jun 5, 2014 5:31 pm
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Ok....This is me being a little pissed. I'm gone for two whole days and my watch list is GONE. ZERO...NADA....one blog on my watch list. NOT ONE.
I had tons of blogs on that list. Now I have to go back and find each blog and add them if I remember everyone who was on it.
Then I reviewed my previous blog post and I'm missing some responses. Lol. Is someone playing on a joke on Old Cinn?
I assume this is my punishment for being gone for two days....An issue a day.......
Calgon take me away........
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The numbness
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Posted:May 31, 2014 7:08 am
Last Updated:Jun 10, 2014 12:10 pm
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I’ve been missing here and there. Since my Wednesday post and my post on the contest; in which I was more than happy to have been nominated...a lot has happened to me.
I have not really been a good blogger and/or friend. I had one blow after another thrown my way. Most of it was offsite stuff. When you’re down....and you’re getting kicked more and more....you lose your wind.....your drive.....I haven’t lost it completely, per se, but it’s tough. It’s extremely challenging when you work your ass off and nothing...Absolutely nothing....You work long nights, weekends, whatever it takes to get it done.....And nothing. I will say that there are very few times in my life where I seek acknowledgement but hell, if this wasn’t one of those times... I wanted to be acknowledged for the outstanding work I put forth. Nothing. Just a smile, more responsibilities, and more late nights. I realize that this is a typical story for some but it hurt my pride, which affected my drive and clarity. However, people who know me professionally and personally know that I always push on. And I will. I’m just trying to catch my breath. All the shit being thrown my way is just incredible but I’m determined to succeed because that’s me and I don’t quit. Period.
Again, people manage to find me offline ....not that it’s really that difficult....I’m just amazed. I appreciate the check-up. Basically, my life offsite is very busy at the moment which is leaving me little time to blog as much as I’d like. And just think, sex must fit in somewhere.
Made some life decisions; some I’m happy about, others I’m not. I’m actually sort of numb and I don’t know why I am. That was the biggest blow so far for me. I was breathless and it was my choice.
When you look around, it’s the things most important in your life that guide your decisions. I know what’s most important to me. I need a balance of the two and I will have it.
As you also know, I started working out more aggressively as that’s a life goal of mine, to get my body back to where I want it. This is helping a lot, especially with the lack of sex. I’ve joined a group of health addicts and we’ll see where this will go. We all geared up and ready. I love positive people and I have no room in my life for negativity. When I feel that negativity, I try to address it and when it becomes too much, I remove myself. Though my path was always clear, and it still is....I just don’t know how to feel at the moment. I keep pinching myself wondering what’s happening to me.
I’m still the same person but my feelings are nonexistence ... I’m not sad or mad or happy or glad. I see my smile but I don’t feel it. My heart is still beating....So I know I still have one...If I wanted to cry at this moment...I couldn’t....I have no more tears. Getting ready now for my 5 mile walk.
I will say this; I need to feel something..... anything....Maybe a touch against my cheeks again....or a gentle kiss...or a hug that sends chills throughout my body...I want to feel again. I don’t want to be numb.
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I have it and I’m contagious.
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Posted:May 24, 2014 10:34 am
Last Updated:Jun 25, 2014 5:35 am
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Yes....I have it....I’ve always had it but I’ve never thought that it was an issue until it has now come up three times already.
The last time is what got my attention the most. He and I talked on the phone after he saw me camming. We chatted online but let’s be honest, chatting online doesn’t really prepare you fully for an encounter. He knew most of the stuff about Bad Cinn but he didn’t know this I assume. I don’t hide this fact and I try to disclose everything that I possibly can.
So I was shocked when the attack came from left field. I wasn’t prepared since, as I mentioned, this issue is rarely an “issue” for most men I meet.
Those words are still ringing in my head...”Most people don’t smile as much as you do. You’re way too upbeat.......” Of course, he was joking, right? I gave pause and waited for him to explain why my smiling was an issue; A SILLY, FUCKING ISSUE. He rambled on with something about other people suffering and stuff. What did that have to do with me smiling? I kept waiting for him to crack a smile, or say “gotcha!”, or expecting to be on some damned reality show. Nothing came but more attacks on me being “way too upbeat”. He didn’t stop there. He continued onto my laughing....which I didn’t do at all in his presence. He heard me laughing on cam and over the phone. But in his presence...I didn’t do it. Not once. You would think he would stop there, right? Nope. I actually sat there listening to this man attack my personality.....brick by brick.
He doesn’t know anything about me but what I disclose. I was shocked and hurt because I actually thought something was wrong with me. I sat there....saying nothing for a while...just thinking.....self-analyzing.....Was there something wrong with me?
I started recalling the number of times that I must have smiled at the table with him to give him that impression. I strongly dislike when I start doubting myself but I did it.
This guy truly had me believing that a smile was dangerous; something to be kept locked away. As I think back now...I know I looked crazy as my chuckles slowly built up to laughter. I smiled and asked how much I owed for lunch. He said nothing; it was on him. I thanked him for lunch, and for the lesson. I told him I would never change who I am. My smile is contagious to people that appreciate it. I’m attracted to men that have a sense of humor and who can embrace who I am. He and I are not a good fit together. I said goodbye and good luck to him. He said nothing.
I brought him up because he contacted me again for another date. To give ME a chance to reconsider him (the great catch that he is); I replied with an LOL and a picture of my smile. With the caption, watch out, I’m still contagious.
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What are they????
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Posted:May 16, 2014 5:43 am
Last Updated:Jan 3, 2016 7:41 am
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Missing in action is Cin of late. I’ve been a little preoccupied. So what has a Cinn being doing....
Ehhhh....A little of this and a little of that......mostly focusing on some life & work situations.
But of late, thinking about being extra, extra naughty......I don’t know where my FWB has gone ....and I’m getting lonely and aroused.
When I miss a week of sex...I’m a little straight but when it’s more than a week.....it gets a little out of control for me.....
I start fantasizing, over thinking, more intense masturbation sessions, and acting upon those dirty thoughts.....Let me give you a glimpse........He wanted me to wear thongs.....That was his only instruction to me. I met him outside his place of work.......we sat in my vehicle....we talked and flirted....he thinks he can handle Good & Bad Cinn.....a laughable moment....this dude don’t know me well at all......initially I seem like a peach pie until you try to control me sexually....I don’t make it easy....trust me on that.....anyway.....he wants to see my thong.....sure...I love to tease.....I stepped out of my vehicle and slowly pulled down my pants....He reached over and caressed my ass....smacking it....I love feeling my ass shake...I get so damn wet......More teasing goes on until we move it to the backseat......He wants to fuck but Bad Cinn wants to suck.....Who will win.....Well Bad Cinn of course....Duh????...Don’t you people know anything.....pulled out his dick and licked my lips.....sucked it......drooling soo much......up and down.....spitted on it.......licked the shaft ......doing this while he fingered me....He sees how wet my pussy gets and how tight my ass is.....fucking incredible that he didn’t push me down and fuck me at that moment.
Instead, I kept reaching for that dick and sucking it sooo damn good.....He forcing my head down.....deeper....gagging.....nearly puking......trying to behave as he still had his work uniform on.....Then it happened......he came.......hard and long....not a drop missed.....sucking all that cum out.....sooo fucking delicious....listening to his moaning as he came ....the way his bad reacts while he was cumming was very delightful to me....it just gave me more ideas....Mmmhmmm.....I wanted more but it was about taming him not me.....All the things I could had done to push the envelope....but Good Cinn held Bad Cinn.....that bitch is crazy.....maybe bat shit crazy...
Did it stop there??? I don’t know.....wore some short dresses to work....revealing more leg than I’m use to....The stares....the eye contact....the smiles and the uncomfortable feeling....all were back.....the way I sit with my legs crossed which causes the dresses to rise all so slightly....Very dangerous as Bad Cinn waits for the reactions and then goes in for the kill...Dirty, dirty bitch......flirting is the game....She knows better than to take it any further.....such a slut.....If her eyes could fuck then she would have fucked every guy she met just for the damn sport of it....fuck them and leave the leaking cum.......her goal..... just make them cum so I can leave....(that was a funny...got it....cum then leave.....what? Nothing....anyway..).
Again....cum in my head..(or in my mouth...or over me....or where ever you like)...on my way to work....I noticed several trucks riding beside me while struck in some crazy ass traffic. I pushed my dress up.....as close as I could get to the touchdown line....then the fun starts.....I acted like I was unaware of my dress being up that high.....it was soo much damn fun.....Gosh.......Bad Cinn knows how to turn up the heat...I even rubbed between my legs......then touched my fingers to my lips...Lol...It was great!!!!!! What a rush....Made my pussy so wet...Upon arrival to my office...I had to dry off several times.....
Knowing what you know about Cinn....Bad Cinn at that...... What do you think? ... Where these just random thoughts......nasty bad erotic thoughts.....or were they more?
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Would an inch satisfy a picky bitch like me?
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Posted:May 13, 2014 4:56 am
Last Updated:May 18, 2014 2:47 pm
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He was smaller than I like....
Well, I guess you all know that sex is on my list but Cinn hasn’t been “cinning” for a while now. So, it’s fair to say I’m way over due for a serious workout....Cinn-style.....Anywhooooo...
It started as another beautiful morning in the park. Getting geared up for my daily routine. With me, in tow, were my handsome young men. Stretching the muscles and then off to begin my first lap.
My legs feel heavier and heavier every day. Adjusted my sunshades as I came around and down the first hill.....I nearly missed him. There he was, hanging around with, I assume, nothing to do. I removed my sunshades to get a better glimpse of this magnificent creature. He was much smaller than I’m using to but does size really matter?..Maybe not, in this case. As I passed him.....I saw him checking me out. The way he moved said it all. Nevertheless, I kept on my path. I watched this woman jog pass me, talking on her cellphone and I thought for sure she would hit him because it appeared that she had a problem with direction and people; Just saying.
By the time I made it up to the next incline, I was hot and sweating from the increased intensity. I quickly swung by my vehicle and removed my shirt revealing a workout shirt underneath. It showed more skin than I like but shoot...... I was soooo hot. Rushing to catch up to the young squirts....I came around the corner, again hoping to see him but alas, he was gone. Nowhere to be found. I kept pushing on until I arrived at the incline again.....Resting oh so slightly..Looking down....there he was......on me.....me freaking out...(as my sons calls it).... dancing, or shall I say, galloping like a and shouting to “get it off”.....Let me pause here....if you could only imagine....a crazy black woman....dancing around in the park....trying to shake something off....stomping and yelling....looking like a fool....that would be me. ..I have no idea how long I did this. An ”almost holy get-it-off- me” dance...It was sooo damn embarrassing .....Both my sons.....fell to their knees, laughing.....to the point where they started to cry.......Sensing that I needed to get a grip....I stopped galloping and held one leg up for them to remove my new love from my knee.....As they removed him.....he seemed to have left without saying a word......Once we arrived at my vehicle...I noticed him on my ’s collar but then again, it could have been a relative, who’s to say. I quickly grabbed my phone to snap a picture of him. As my shook him off....I blew a kiss and thanked him for the good time we had....and for the measly inch he gave me......
My new love.....
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