Happy HNW - Hockey
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Posted:May 6, 2014 9:18 pm
Last Updated:Sep 18, 2017 5:49 pm
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This is a rush job not a blow one. I didn’t get everything right but I’m able to contribute with my blog family.
Hockey...A sport I know nothing about.....but then again...I don’t have to...
Let me use my imagination here....if you please.....Bad Cinn...is such a dirty girl....
Such a foul mouth.....He asked her to arrive on time and she purposely disobeyed him. Strolling in as late as can be......She will be punished, he thought.....But first, a small game of hockey...He dragged her outside to stand against the wall while he practiced his shots.
Texting on her phone, not paying attention as he took a shot that bounced off the wall and landed between her breasts. She was shocked and very surprised that it landed nicely between the mounds. He laughed as he warned her about texting while in his presence. She, being Bad Cinn...Just laughed it off...He grabbed her by her arms and said, “Stand there until I give you permission to leave. I’m not finished with you”. A huge smirk came over her face. Whatever, she thought...Holding her against the wall, he removed her breasts from their imprisonment.
Pinching her nipples and kissing her neck..reaching between her warm thighs to feel the moisture building between her legs. Taking two fingers and plunging it between her already wet box. Slowly feeling his way around...so wet, he thought....fingering her harder now while she squirts uncontrollably. Excited, he removes his fingers and makes her suck them clean and then kisses her deeply. This is just the beginning of her punishment, he thought...removing the puck from between her breasts... he immediately took the puck and rubbed it against her clit. Getting it all wet and drenched in her womanly juices while making her moan and moving her hips to an inaudible rhythm. Right as she was about to cum again, he removed the puck from her clit and stuck it in her mouth, pushing her up against the wall again...He commanded her to pinch her nipples for being such a dirty girl and for disobeying him. Still on the verge of cumming....he refused to allow her the privilege. She had to earn it. Now,he was sure of the next punishment for this Dirty, Bad Cinn...
He laughed as he dragged her to the bedroom...”Get on the bed...and pull your pants down”....nervous about the act that was about to unfold, she did was she was told....He rubbed her round, brown ass softly, as she knew what was coming next.....Be still, he whispered as he administered the spanking with his hockey stick. One....Never arrive late to see me again.....Two.....Don’t ever text when you come to see me.....Three...Watch your attitude.....Four...Ask for permission to cum....Five...Cum NOW for me slut......
Mmmm...I think I better stop here as things are getting sort of messy.....I can go on and on.....but I don’t think Bad Cinn has yet to learn her lesson. Perhaps she needs a new teacher or he needs to be more in control of her...... I think I like this Hockey stuff. Where’s that stick???? Lol.
Happy HNW!!! Kisses & hugs.
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Time.......
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Posted:May 6, 2014 5:05 am
Last Updated:May 17, 2014 5:28 am
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It’s a bitch but it truly doesn’t wait for anyone.
You want more of it but you really don’t know how to handle it when you get it.
Listen to the tick as I listen to the tock.....
Many things in life require time and yet you don’t have enough of it to do everything you like.
So what do you do? Look for the things most important in life and focus on them. Enjoy them and live life to the fullest. For when time is gone...those moments are too.
Waste not want not.....
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Time is definitely kicking my ass. Worked hard this weekend and have meetings all this week. Was waiting for a time this week to take pictures but I assume I’m on my own at this point. I still need to visit my blog family and take my HNW pictures for tomorrow. Not to mention, other stuff. I need to be cloned or something.
May I borrow some of you time, please?????
Wish me luck. Kisses & hugs.
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Chivalry...Dead? Just maybe....
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Posted:May 5, 2014 9:53 pm
Last Updated:May 20, 2014 2:44 pm
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An age-old argument...but can it be saved?
First and foremost, I would like to apologize in advance to anyone who might be offended by this post. It is not my intention to upset anyone.
My view point is that of a mother and a woman who’s very concerned. I originally wrote this post awhile back and struggled with the choice of posting it. Recent events caused me to proceed with my original plans.
As I mentioned, I am a mother raising sons and am grooming them to be gentlemen in this interesting environment that we call society. My sons are not perfect but they know how to respond and treat women with respect.
In the dictionary, the word chivalry has several definitions. However, for the purposes of this post, the definition that I am focused on is “courteous behavior, especially towards women”. .
I noticed an interesting trend going on and I’m not sure what to make of it.
About two a weeks ago, I was waiting for an elevator along with about three or four gentlemen. We all were complaining about the horrific traffic and I was struggling to hold my bags. I was offered assistance but I laughed it off as I’m used to being a "bag" lady at this point in my life. I thanked the gentlemen for offering to assist me with my bags. I’m always impressed with the small number of men that offer to help me with my bags. Anyway, waiting for the elevator, another man approaches. The elevator arrived and the gentlemen who had previously been there all allowed me to enter the elevator first. I thanked them. As I made my way, the man that entered the area last jumped on before me. The gentlemen remaining in the elevator lobby all watched him and shook their heads. I smiled then jumped on after that man. On the way up on the elevator, we’re all chatting and exchanged pleasantries. It was great. The elevator doors open and he departed the same way he entered the elevator, like a storm, not breaking stride. I watched him walk out the lobby doors, allowing the doors to close on a woman. Again, I smiled and just made my way to my office building. The behavior of the lonely man was chalked up as a just another distracted guy.
Fast forward to the weekend. My sons and I are hanging out together. They always rush to open my car door and any other doors for me; love them. We’re approaching the mall doors and they run ahead like if I’m some queen or something (silly boys) to open the doors for moi....I noticed two women approaching near another bank of doors when they saw my sons rushing to open the doors for me....they detoured and walked towards the same doors where my sons stood. I initially didn't have a problem with that until they walked through the doors and didn’t utter a word of appreciation to my young sons. Not a single word. No "thank you"..."thanks"...."I appreciate it"....."nothing." Then, they had the nerve to stand at the next bank of doors waiting for my sons to open those doors as well. That pissed me off. I told them they could open those doors themselves. Again, me being me....I made up excuses for these "ladies" (and I use the term loosely here)......maybe these females were so engrossed in their conversation that they never paid attention to the courteous behavior that my sons showed.
On the Metrorail...standing with a pregnant woman who was, without a doubt, exhausted from her day. Scanning for an empty seat....none were available. Hoping that someone would offer their seat.... one woman did. The pregnant woman couldn't thank her enough. I was very disappointed at the number of men that remained seated. Of course, you could argue that maybe all of these men had health issues, right? Right!
Waiting outside an apartment building for a friend. Watched this older woman carry what appeared to be heavy baggage. A young man came over and asks her if she requires assistance. That warmed my heart until she started yelling and screaming. “Did I ask you for help?” The poor guy didn’t know what to do. Everyone was watching him, thinking that he did something wrong to this older woman. I felt sooooo bad for him.
It was at this moment that the dim light bulb turned on in my head. Perhaps, the guy from the elevator started out like one of my sons or even like this young man that attempted to help this older woman...courteous and kind then changed due to negative energy given off from women who took men that showed chivalrous acts for granted or shunned them.
All of these things, and more, that I didn’t mention here have caused me to explain what we call chivalry.
Think about it....True chivalrous behavior has always consisted of things like men standing at formal dinner settings upon the arrival of a female to their table and standing whenever she rose to excuse herself for any reason. They knew to hold out the chair for and to seat a woman, when to remove their hats, to walk on the side of the street nearest the curb and to offer to carry a woman’s bags for her. Much of what I’ve described here seems to be a thing of the distant past today.
Certainly, there are still men in society who are not only well-mannered and have been brought up in the ways of manners, with teachings of proper etiquette but who are also keenly aware of (and sensitive to) a woman’s psyche, her expectations and her needs. They understand that many, if not most, women truly appreciate simply being in the company of a man who will hold a door for them to go through first, who will open a car door (and not after they have already got into the car themselves!) for them, seat them at a dinner table and, perhaps, even performing that romantic, if not quaint, ritual of ordering their dinner for them.
Could it also be that , there are such low expectations in our society today with regard to being on the receiving end of chivalrous acts that some men well-versed in that arts of etiquette and chivalry may be hesitant to do certain things for women for fear of being slapped (figuratively and, occasionally, literally) with sexual harassment charges?
I ask you...
Women: Are we becoming a society where chivalrous behavior is expected and then not acknowledged? I mean, after all, boys are raised to be gentlemen, right? So why assume that we need to acknowledge the behavior that should be part of their fiber? It’s not really taking them for granted, as they’re supposed to do that. You expect a man to hold the door for you or pull out your chair, right? They're men....that’s their one of their jobs.
Men: Do you think there’s any place in today’s society for chivalrous behavior as women today aren’t as helpless as women of yesterday? They’re more independent and self-efficient. Are you tired of proffering kind gestures, only to be taken advantage of?
Perhaps chivalry may not be dead but it’s definitely on life support.
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The Saboteur
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Posted:Apr 28, 2014 7:33 am
Last Updated:May 4, 2014 5:46 am
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As I specified in the earlier post...this weekend was very interesting.
My friends really think highly of my relationship skills....I have none. Well....not a lot. Lol
Two female friends and two different posts. This one is called The Saboteur.
I was thrilled that she accepted my offer to walk with me in the AM. It was a nice day and I think clearer when I’m outside. She still looked as cute as always. Exchanged greetings. Started walking. We talked about family and some friends. Before I could finish my last sentence, she started a new topic. Her friend....I don’t know if you could classify him as a friend, FWB or boyfriend...So I’ll just say....a friend ( even though he sounds like a boyfriend...just saying). They’ve been in this relationship for about six or seven months now. I met him before. He seems very nice and sincere. He’s a great communicator, he takes her out; if they need a room, he purchases it, sex is good and the conversation is terrific. All pluses. Waiting for the minus.....listening patiently....all I have heard so far is more wonderful qualities. Still waiting. Then she says....”I don’t want to be with him but I don’t want to hurt him.” Why? What did he do? Nothing, she said....confused....and stomped...I stopped walking. Come again? This guy sounds awesome and you don’t want to be with him? No.....he is.....I know he feels some type of way about me (that’s the new way of saying he cares about me) but I’m not right for him. Ok. I can understand if that’s true. Then tell him. No....she replies. That would hurt him. What???? Ok what are you going to do? I’ll just introduce him to Becky and give him the cold shoulder. Am I missing something?????? There’s a piece of this puzzle missing. A BIG piece... I tried to get her to understand that’s not the right way to handle this....out of respect for him and yourself......don’t do it this way....he deserves more and so do you.....you need closure....think of the pain you’ll have forever if you don’t handle this better. She was upset with me and I understood...I didn’t say the things she wanted to hear....I disagreed with her solution...I asked her to explain to me why she didn’t want to be with him...she just stared....then she said that he cares....ok...and you don’t?....I didn’t say that....ok???? What else? Nothing. So I asked her to talk and I’d listen. He called and I watched the smile come across her face. She rejected the call. Not more than 5 minutes later, a text message...I thought it was him but it was another friend....this guy wanted to meet for sex. She replied while walking and talking to me.....I could see me running into a couple of trees or something if I did that. Her plans....to leave the park after we finished, have sex with this ........guy and to stop talking to her current friend. In her mind, he would get the picture and having sex with another man would help her to get over him. I said nothing more and watched her drive away. It’s not my place. I started and nearly lost her.
Though I really think I should have said more to help her.
Reflecting on my own life now. Sitting on a park bench. I’ve been there before. I’ve used sex as a way of hiding from a relationship...trying not to face the choices....purposely avoiding that person...making up excuses.......knowing I was in love with someone and didn’t want to acknowledge it....it was easier to lie to myself....easier than hurting someone, not thinking that’s exactly what I was doing...not thinking about how they felt....how much slower their heart would beat because it was broken.....the time it took to heal myself from that and all the guilt.....I did that twice in my life when I was much younger....not aware of the pain that awaited for me ahead....I patched those holes with a cost....lost opportunities and regrets. So I know where she stands...that place where you’re lost and so confused. It’s fear that drives it....that fear lurks...where you don’t want it or need it....fear talks to you, makes you believe that you travel an easy path....no harm will come to you or anyone around you....fear tells you it’s ok....it’s ok to sabotage.
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I want to break you.....
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Posted:Apr 28, 2014 4:15 am
Last Updated:May 3, 2014 9:30 am
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This weekend has been very interesting. I’m actually lost for words. I’m not sure where start. Here’s a small sample....
Let me start with one of my boy toys. He’s not in the area but he’s still around. I’ve mentioned him before. His approach to my body was very irresistible. I tried to control the speed but he knew what he wanted and how bad he needed. I really get all wet and loose when I heard how much my body is appreciate and needed. Such a naughty fucker....He is very fast and reacts way quicker than I. The punishment my body endures with him is endless....Yet he thinks about me very often....dirty boy...
Then it’s my wonderful gentleman...He’s the true definition. When I pull up to see him....he meets me at my vehicle, carries my bag...undresses me.....kisses me from head to toe...seduces me in the shower.....fucks me with a purpose over and over......he leaves when I leave.....carries my bags back to my vehicle and asks me to text him when I get home ( I REALLY like that) . He’s a true gentleman. I was pleasantly surprised when he checked up on me yesterday.
They’re both very incredible. Any women they’re with, will be pleased more than sexually.
All the messages and talk had me fucked up for the rest of the day. I tried to be good. I masturbated the whole time. I paced my room trying to figure out what to do. Climbed up on my bed...Laid on my stomach and stimulated a nice humping. Grinding my hips slowly...then humping my bed....Placed my hands between my legs rubbed my swollen clit........grabbed my pillow..... forced it down between my legs..... Sat up like I was riding a dick...pulled off my shirt...yanked off my hair tie...let my braids fall to either side of my shoulders...placed my hands on my headboard....thought of the last time I fucked someone in this bed like I owed their dick...moaned loudly....look at my eyes....their hungry...rotated my hips....I want this badly....I feel wild and untamed.....nearly broke my bras trying to get it off..my nipples are fully erected...bite them baby......rode my pillow hard....trying to break my headboard...listening to it hit the wall harder and harder.....that squeaking sound is getting louder...just relax and let me FUCK you......you little bitch.....owning your dick is easy....it's mine....riding harder.....open your mouth and let spit in it...fucking dirty boy.... ..feeling the wetness increase between my legs.....take me...NOW.....if you can....or let me break you.....
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I need a hit....
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Posted:Apr 26, 2014 2:59 pm
Last Updated:Aug 24, 2014 5:46 pm
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I soo enjoyed my Friday. I needed it...No sex for 2 weeks now. He’s busy,....I suppose and it’s all good.
Got to work later than I wanted to but that’s life. I received an unexpected phone call for lunch. I was going to decline but I needed the lift. During lunch I was sort of bad. The waiter kept flirting with both of us. I ignored it at first because I just didn’t feel like feeding that urge. She was soo shameless as she flirted. I just watched trying to get myself there but I couldn’t. Then she made it like a challenge. I wore a simple skirt and blouse. Very plain. The blouse hugged my breasts very well. She wore her navy suit. I unbuttoned the first buttons on my blouse. You could easily see my colorful bra ( I love colors....). When he returned and asked if we wanted dessert. She laughed and said, she does....I think she needs help understanding the choices...then she smirked at me....I’m thinking WTF is she doing....she’s challenging me. I don’t normally back down from a challenge but my mind was on him to be honest. So.....I just acted like I was looking and scanning the 3 choices on the dessert menu. How stupid was I. I looked up and he was obviously checking out my breasts overflowing out of my bra. I told him I pass on dessert. He asked if I was sure. I told him I was thinking about cheesecake but I wanted just a taste not the whole slice. He kept talking and I just drifted away in thought.....I need to find my balance. Wake up Cinn....Hey she kept calling. What’s wrong with you?? Normally you would have been all over someone like that. What’s up? She doesn’t know about him and I wasn’t really comfortable talking about him to her. Waiting for the check, she kept prying. I wanted to running out the restaurant so baldy but I stayed...I mean she was paying and that would be rude....Right? I turned to get something out of my purse when I turned back around....a slice of cheesecake was sitting on the table. The waiter was standing there.....here you go....take as much as you like or as little....it’s on me. I was shocked and a little amazed. He winked then walked away. She started eating the cheesecake then fed me a taste. I closed my eyes to savor it. When I opened them...the looks and stares....I didn’t mean to draw attention to myself in this way. She laughed and said you need a good fucking....you got it bad....Back in my office working my ass off....not one text message from him....not one....was asked a question by consultant about something I prepared....noticed the guy getting closer....not unusual in my work environment....but he was extremely close....then it hit me.....my button....I noticed him looking....I just left my button undone.....It sort of made me feel very naughty...but well controlled....Happy hour....arrived fashionably late due to work.....as I mentioned earlier....I can’t drink...but in this case....I had several drinks......again....I was off some...but before you knew it.....I lost it.....I flirted so much......all harmless until I started getting wet.....I knew it was time to go home....I had to waited until I was good to walk....When I got home.....I was so ready but.....nothing.....I’m horny and lost.....I didn’t know what to do. Looked at some images of dildos and saw one that echoed my sentiments..Got my dildo out and came a few times...Nothing like the true feeling of a real dick...dildos are good for the temporary fix not when you need a daily hit...
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My wet dream....bring a towel
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Posted:Apr 24, 2014 9:51 pm
Last Updated:Apr 29, 2014 4:31 pm
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My wet dream.......
Be warned.....this post is not for the weak hearted. This is a picture that was taken earlier with a previous steady friend just to demonstrate I how wet I get upon initial entry.
I can’t sleep. My ass should be in bed. I have an early day and long night ahead of me; happy hour with the girls. Yea.....I’m going to get drunk off my ass. Not really......No one would allow that besides it doesn’t take a lot for get me to get drunk. One drink and I’m done...Seriously.. I’m feeling soo damn horny and I’m losing my mind.
Sit here baby.....close your eyes and listen while I describe my......just listen...The real me.....when it comes to sex I can be a selfish bitch. Meaning I want all of you when you’re with me. I mean everything....your mind.....your body....and even your fucking soul....I want the dirty stuff you want to do to me. You know the stuff.... I want to hold onto you while we figure out how wet my pussy will get for you...I want all your cum...every fucking drop....I want to take my time to appreciate your cock.....let me show you how messy I like it..I want to be your bad girl....rub my naked ass while we’re standing in line at the grocery store....the fantasies should be reality. Let’s make them cum true. When I feel like this.... I make more crazy videos of me doing silly things..the ones posted are nothing compared to the ones I don’t..I can be too erotic at times....Why do I love sucking on cock so much....especially his....I appreciate it soo..have you ever watched me on cam?...I enjoy being used for his pleasure.....the nice hard smack on my ass....the deep fucking....but pulling my braids and banging me hard from the back.....while talking dirty....go deeper baby.....make my pussy talk to you..harder....harder....look at what a mess you’re making with my wet swollen pussy..clean it up....right the fuck now....on your knees..fuck that...lay down face up and let me ride your face until I squirt in your mouth.....dirty boy....grind hard against your mouth....take it all as I start to squirt...look how wet your face is.....now....I slide my wet pussy down to your hard cock....teasing it...you’re getting angry as I laugh and shake my ass some...I keep teasing...you push me forward and the fuck the hell out of me until..I can’t no longer cum or talk.......I’m horny and ready to pop.....let me make this dream a reality....a wet one.....
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What would you do?
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Posted:Apr 23, 2014 5:54 am
Last Updated:Apr 28, 2014 9:15 pm
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You receive an email message from a member with a photo attached. You recognize the photo immediately as it belongs to another one of your friends who is no longer on the site due to personal reasons.
A little shocked, you view the profile and it seems generic but you notice the profile does not display that same picture that was sent via email. You compliment the person on their picture. They thank you and send more.
You want to call the person out and report them but how can you it’s not your picture? It’s not even displayed on their profile. Maybe you should contact your friend but remember your friend closed their account due to personal reasons.
What would you do?
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Am I ready to say....
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Posted:Apr 22, 2014 8:44 pm
Last Updated:Apr 28, 2014 1:12 pm
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Have you ever watched a sunrise? I did on many occasions. How wonderful the vision. The birth of a new day....ideas...experiences......feelings.....lessons.......hopes....dreams.....friends....Just as that sun rises.....it must set. It’s a part of life, which is a celebration. Everything in life has this same circle of celebration; whether positive or negative. However, just as I mentioned in an earlier post....there can’t be happiness without pain.
When you have time to prepare for certain life events the pain is somewhat easier to tolerate. Unfortunately that was not so in this case. To me, she was extraordinary. So beautiful inside and out. Her smile, personality and charm....equally as beautiful. Buried my feelings for days. Chatted with a few friends and tried not to talk about it. One friend....J .....my sweet wonderful J. Though he’s no longer close enough to visit me he was willing to drive to wherever I was just to hug me. What a silly man....
He thought suppression was bad for me and I knew he was right but I wasn’t ready. Had to pack. Got my ready and focused. We were going to have fun no matter what. The drive was nice and relaxing. Check- in was smooth. Had a nice view. You know .....dropped off the bags and off to play. I was happy. Time alone to release some pain. As I started that’s when J sent me a text message. It was almost comical ...his timing. He called and we talked. It was easy to let go then. I really did wish he was closer to hug me and let me cry on his shoulders. I actually felt somewhat better after our talk. Then the laughing was on. Teased me badly.....between the tears, was much more laughter. He asked me some questions about my current FWB. He was perplexed. Not as much as I am. Ended the call. Played with my . Got in the indoor pool, outdoor pool and the hot tub with all the other crazy guests. I was cold and yet somewhat stupid as I paid for those decisions later that evening.
I can start to see me coming back. But not yet..... Though preparations are being made. My heart is heavy again. But I will make it through and I will remain strong.
I think I’m ready now...let the words cross my lips...
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Can you taste it?
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Posted:Apr 21, 2014 9:26 pm
Last Updated:May 8, 2014 8:57 pm
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While on vacation I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I wanted one for a long time but I hadn’t earned it. Not yet. I was hoping somebody would be kind and get it for me. But nothing. I saw one and I was so very jealous I have to admit. I actually licked my lips slowly. My mouth watered. Oh how I wanted it more than ever. But stay the course Cinn. Two more days I kept saying. Those days passed so slowly. Look at me....the stalker....It was pathetic. Those days couldn’t pass fast enough. I made my body wait...My mouth for the taste...I could barely hear the voices around me but that didn’t matter as it was only one that I needed to focus on at the moment. My hands started to shake a little. My smile was big and very bright. I looked like fool but I searched for somewhere to hide in the dark..Seriously I did. I found a spot and..my mouth was watering so badly...I used a tissue to hold it back...I swallowed then opened wide for a taste. I licked and sucked on that spoon like crazy....savoring every flavor...allowing my tongue to dance with it.....how it melted in my mouth...holding on to that spoon in my mouth closing my eyes....you would think I was engaging in sex with this spoon....I do believe I experienced a mouth orgasm.....this should be a crime for missing out on a such a delicious taste...my special banana split..it was missing a sweet cherry ....but....Mmmmm...I still want another one....
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The path of a Cinn.....
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Posted:Apr 20, 2014 11:13 am
Last Updated:Apr 26, 2014 11:52 am
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I saw this picture and it reminded me of my journey.
My life is always an interesting path but no different than many others.
There are times where you can prepare for events and other times where you can’t simply because sometimes there can’t be happiness without pain.
That’s life. We learn, we grow and we move on.
My deepest apologies for disappearing for a while. The last few weeks have been an emotional roller coaster for me. I chatted with a few friends during this time one of which was a former lover. He’s a very good friend for standing by me when I know it’s not very easy for him to extend his time to me. I always appreciate that. “J” you’re the best and I’m very thankful for meeting you. You never disappoint me. I owe you a hug.
Please bear with me as I manage to get you all caught up on my bet, my missing HNW posting, my lost and many other crazy stuff.
It’s nice to be back home again. Kisses & Hugs
Happy Easter!!!!
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Horny pussy ahead. Please don't drop the F bomb. Please!!
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Posted:Apr 11, 2014 3:57 am
Last Updated:Apr 20, 2014 11:39 am
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My apologies for neglecting my blog and posting on other blogs at this moment I’m ”F'ing” overworked, undersexed and forgetting who the hell I am. Seriously...Am I BAD or GOOD ? 
Geez,man....this no sex crap is for the birds....or something .....just not for me....I hope I haven’t forgot how to do it....you know...the ’F” word.....I don’t want to excite pussy at this moment as this is our weekend to see my FWB. So Yeaaaaaaa!!!!!! I’m leaving later today...we’ve never spent the night together let alone the whole weekend. This should be interested. So far he & I have experienced a whole rack of first time stuff together. Just from the onset of our last conversation, both of us are beat like hell but very excited to see each other....well at least I am. Lol.
I want to remember what it feels like to wake up next to a hard dick again. To have sex in the middle of the morning and day....Just to “F” whenever we “F’ing” want to..To take a shower again with a sexy man. Maybe to “F” on the chair or against the wall or the table wherever the “F” we want to....
Yesterday was different....by 11am I was soo “F’ing” wet I swear I could have sunk his battleship. But I was good. I got three......then four....by 3pm it was up to seven offers to release my tension.....I had to decline all of them....even the one where I was offered by a familiar friend to just eat my wet pussy until I came in his mouth several times and OMG.....he can eat pussy....but atlas I had to decline the delicious offer....Sorry pussy...I know girl....but he can eat you good too..remember...it’s been so long she doesn't....poor..poor pussy....give me a second.....let pat pussy some....
Ok..I’m back...Where was I? Oh yeah.....He & I......Happy Happy....”F” that ....more like Horny Horny Horny Horny Horny.....Give me a “F'ing” dick right the “F’ NOW......OMG......I can’t do this all the time...I'm a sex craze horny as bitch and I know it.....Think Cinn Think.....
I want kisses on my back..I want my nipples sucked then teased.....I want a kiss on my ankle.....I want to kiss him soo deeply again and tease him with my eyes.....my stare....my hunger for his body is incredible at this moment....I’m need my pussy stretched again and I’m winning that FUCKING bet....Ooops!! SHIT!!!! FUCK!!!!..Oh no...I did it..I said FUCK....Pussy is wet and excited again...Oh MAN.....This is going to be a long long wet Fucking day.... I hope I can hold out for just a little long....Wish me luck....Kisses from one of these Cinn’s..Bad or Good...
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Countdown to sexup – Me – Day 3
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Posted:Apr 8, 2014 10:33 pm
Last Updated:Aug 1, 2018 5:28 pm
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Day 3
Another day closer.....yet wetter I’m becoming at the thought of his touch..I masturbated this evening with my dildo...how wet and juicy my pussy is for him. I need him. I didn’t get a chance to talk to him today not that it matters a lot. I just want ttime with him....alone....My nipples were hard all day today...my pussy was just throbbing at the thought of him entering her again...
I tried to work out this morning ...every time I bent over....my pussy just gushed....I had to stop....wet panties while working out is not sexy to me..I’m trying hard to making it thru this wet...difficult few days....I’m getting tired, extra horny.....and little restless. I need his dick..I hope he still wants or needs Me...
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