A super, silly, sore Saturday
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Posted:Apr 5, 2014 11:34 pm
Last Updated:Apr 24, 2014 7:39 pm
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A spoonful of sugar (here we’ll add Cinnamon instead....continue) helps the medicine go down....The medicine go down.... The medicine go down...Just a spoonful of Cinnamon helps the medicine go down in a most delightful way..ok....ok...Mary Poppins...I’m not ...I get it but damn if yesterday wasn’t an adventure.
I’m still sore and I can barely move my legs and arms.
So.....no secret here....I was supposed to work out all of last week but work and the lack of sex have killed it for me. I’ve been pushing off meeting my trainer and I’m going to get it....
So me being me....thought I could take the shortcut....I did my cardio and weights..9 miles..That went well until I sat down and tried to get back up. My legs felt like bricks. My thighs are soo damn sore.....if I wanted to squeeze him with them.....he would have to help..hell, even if he helped...he would need the jaws of life to open them....I slowly started to move and tried to hide the fact that I was sore.....Took a lonely long shower and allowed the water to run down my back to round, brown ...you know.....Closed my eyes....tried to move my arms as my you know what...... was throbbing for a nice rub...when my fingers FINALLY made it there...I rubbed my wet box until I came which was quick and I was sooo thankful as that was a chore.
Got dressed and had time to spare. So what did I do? Took a walk thinking that would help some. It did help... sort of..... until I decided to jog (lightly) through the soreness. Felt great. Got in my vehicle, picked-up a few things then arrived home...And crap...It was worse than before. I’m just not that smart. Laid down until it was time to leave.
Time arrived soo damn fast. Met my friend at a spot. Guess what we did? Well, more walking of course, duh...I didn’t have the heart to say "no" besides my friend travelled such a distance to see me. The walk didn’t last long as we sat and talked for a while. That was soo nice.....but what I really needed was a nice massage and some darn sex.
How the mind wanders....My friend gave me some good information and then we parted ways with a big hug.
So here I am...and there I was....Sleep is calling me and I shall answer. Until the morning ...later in the morning..... please don’t wake me unless you plan on screwing me super silly and leaving me sore on a wonderful Sunday evening......Kisses & Hugs
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TGIF
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Posted:Apr 4, 2014 3:36 pm
Last Updated:Apr 7, 2014 3:21 pm
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Yes and Yes.....Family and friends can be wonderful and sometimes a challenge.
This morning....text messages....lol....why even bother.....
I was extremely disappointed but it’s ok.....let it roll......Got a message that a good friend of mine would be in town this weekend until Sunday morning..That was a great bit of news for me as I last saw my friend about a year ago. It makes me feel soo good that my friends and I stay connected over time...I’m really looking forward to some distractions right now.
I need to keep my head straight....
Wishing you great Friday. Kisses & Hugs Cinn
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The Want....
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Posted:Apr 3, 2014 9:22 pm
Last Updated:Apr 24, 2014 7:00 pm
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Oh.....how I want him sooo badly....next to me..touching me gently ...remembering my body and touching my eyes...with the taste of his lips....making me soo bad and hungry at the same time....I want him...like before....drawn into me.....captivated.... all mine....no need to share....as I’m greedy and I enjoy every inch of his delightful body....I don’t know why I often think of this one moment with him.....standing in front of him....looking up into his eyes....seeing those sexy lips....biting my bottom lip and kissing him while attempting to remove his clothing..thinking about how sexy he is to me....I only realized at this moment there are some things that we can’t have every day but that doesn’t stop the mind from wanting it....desiring it.....hoping for it....praying for it....begging for it...needing it.....oh how my mind is twisted with thought of the things I want to experience ...the things I want to unleash......how deep is his passion....does it run as deep as mine....I just want to hold on and enjoy the ride...I close my eyes....as his kisses are planted all over me....making me grow ......I want to be ravished by him and return the favor...I want to be cherished and used...I want to be free and imprisoned ......I want to be breathless and relaxed.....I want to be sane and insane......I want to be fucked until I’m unconscious and awake for the explosion ....I want to be kissed like the sun and embraced like the moon...I want to start when it’s light and end when it’s dark....I want.....
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What number are you dailing ?
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Posted:Mar 30, 2014 12:14 am
Last Updated:Apr 24, 2014 6:58 pm
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What a pleasant surprise yesterday was.....Arriving home after a long day....I received an unexpected phone call; the wizard & our mutual friend. Our mutual friend was visiting the area for only the day and they wanted to hang out. That smelled like trouble so I quickly declined. We laughed like always and they kept applying pressure. I changed the subject like I’m known for doing.
Asked our mutual friend about his current FWB situation. He took a deep sigh and said she’s at least better than the last one. I shook my head while listening. They both enjoy each other’s company. He always takes care of everything and never ask her for anything but just the respect to communicate and at least provide some direction as to when she’s free to meet again. Let me provide some background information. His last FWB wanted too much time this one ......I don’t know......She apparently pops up when she wants to and he’s getting very impatient about the situation. When she does surface, she’s very demanding....very diva like.....she will only stay at this hotel, he has to answer her text messages immediately, she wants a bottle a particular brand of wine (For the record I have a type of wine too but in the past, my friends would ask .....I don’t make demands), etc. He’s a very good man to put up with that shit especially when she disappears and reappears when it’s convenient for her. I never understand why communication would be soo hard for some people...She’s married like my friend but when they can’t text...they agreed on using email. I guess the email account he’s using is not "Diva Approved". Otherwise I imagine he would have received a reply to at least one of those messages by now. I’m not a relationship therapist as I’m dealing with stuff of my own right now but I’m thinking he should talk to her and explain his interpretation what he’s feeling and seeing in their current situation.
Then he can decide if there’s a bad connection or if she dialed the wrong number.
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The bet...I don’t surrender!!!!
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Posted:Mar 27, 2014 9:14 pm
Last Updated:Apr 24, 2014 6:57 pm
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As I mentioned in a previous post; he....my FWB & I have a small bet......
It goes a little something like this..... we haven’t fucked in a while; he & I.....Before he left on travel I did expect my birthday fuck but nothing. He owes me big....anyway....He said the next time we fucked he would fuck my ass only. Bullshit.....that was me saying that....keep up with me . Geez....I said ( in my most sarcastic voice) yeah right...there’s no way you can neglect my wet, tight juicy snatch..you will fuck my pussy first.....he being a smart ass and very stubborn believes he can resist the urge....we turned that into a bet.
We both get some type of reward if the other party wins.....
He wants to record me getting it anal....he’s very thick and long....I’m in trouble. I will do everything I can to distract him. He knows I can.
My mind is working overtime. I can’t let him win under no circumstances. Pussy & I are discussing some strategies with Bad Cinn..we tied up Good Cinn....that bitch was way too nice....we need dirty .....nasty.....and very sneaky.....Good Cinn couldn’t cut it and she would give in too quickly.....He won’t get my flag without a serious battle.......
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Happy HNW--Bubbles!!!!!
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Posted:Mar 25, 2014 9:34 pm
Last Updated:Jun 18, 2021 9:33 pm
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What’s more beautiful and playful than bubbles? I love them on a sunny afternoon. Though it was a snowy, wet day and all I could do was to sit and not play. I dreamt of sex with my friend anyway, kissing and touching all over me. Being as a dirty and nasty as a Bad Cinn can be.
Bubbles can be very erotic too you know well....At least outside they can be...Inside....Not so much. Bubbles weren’t made to be trap inside with nowhere to go but apparently into my mouth. YUCK!!! I can’t tell you how many times that happened. The look on my face; PRICELESS!!! 
If I could just pass on something to you if you don’t mind please....be positive...laugh more...don’t take life so serious.....a smile is contagious....spread some cheer and make it a wonderful day.....Kisses & Hugs....
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Am I winning or losing?
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Posted:Mar 23, 2014 5:12 pm
Last Updated:Apr 24, 2014 6:54 pm
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I don’t know how I always seem to get into trouble. During the last few months I think I’ve been rather tamed. Nothing really bad but I do know as the weather changes so do I. I’m kind of nervous right now. Seriously. I feel my body starting to really struggle with my urges as I've mentioned in the last post...he’s there and I’m here for the next few weeks. If I can make it pass this week I might be straight but I seriously doubt that I can at the moment.
Yesterday I visited a friend recovering from surgery.Hit some stores afterwards. I pulled my braids back and looked a mess. Walked into a local mall and just window shopping. Accidentally bumped into a guy while looking at an outfit I knew I couldn’t afford but that didn’t stop me for wanting it. As I apologized he smiled. A very nice smile and very deep voice to match. We talked about the outfit. He asked me some questions about the area as he was new to it. I couldn’t help him there. We chatted some more. Laughed and walked pass some of the stores we both liked. It was great a conversation. I felt like we talked for two – three hours but it was just about 30 minutes. He mentioned that he loved my smile, laugh and attitude. He doesn’t knows me very well. 30 minutes is nothing. I think I just fooled him. He asked me I wanted to grab something to eat and he was treating. Ok this is where it went crazy for me. Good Cinn & I know...no good would come out of this but Bad Cinn.....the crazy bitch is very hungry and wants to eat his soul. I want my FWB and I declined. He begged for me to join him...every fiber of my body was tempted at his request this time. My phone rang and I was soo excited. Answered the call and made up an excuse to leave immediately. He was very disappointed. He gave me his number and I didn’t give him mine. I explained that I am seeing someone at the moment and I really didn’t want to muddy the water. He understood but mentioned that the guy I’m seeing must be a lucky guy and hopefully he’s taking the time to enjoy my company. I really didn’t think I should had added the fact that my friend and I met on a sex site. Sooo I left that part out. That went well until I got home and started thinking about having sex again. I took 3 showers and nothing. Then I watched some tv ...still nothing...My pussy was soo wet and hungry that I’m bound to give in at some point. I’m losing this battle. I can feel it.
Next day...today. Different stores but a very familiar location...purchased lingerie....GREAT CINN that will surely keep your mind off sex. Sooo stupid!!! Looking at the bras....browsing.....a couple walked up ....stood very close to me.....the female said I bet that would look nice on you....I said I hope so...I’ve been eye this bra for two weeks now. Changing my mind constantly. We both laughed. Then I picked up the matching thong. She said I have a nice butt for that....I paused and slowly looked in her direction. My first thought....there are some women that give other women compliments as a form of boosting their confidence. Perhaps I looked like I needed a boost for some reason. I said thank you and was looking for something to say in return but her male companion had a creepy look on his face. I just grab my stuff and headed for the register. Guess who was right behind me calling themselves whispering....yeah right...It was a little weird and arousing at the same time. Listening to them (like they intended). They talked about wanting another women.....how they would handle her....how they live nearby.....how she wants to eat another women’s pussy so badly....I can’t deny it...it made me wet just listening....I even smiled...My nipples got hard. Finally....I was next, paid for my stuff and left quickly never looking back. This was the second time a woman hit on me in the same location. I walked to the nearest restroom and rubbed my pussy until I came. I can’t keep doing this. Something has got to give. I’m becoming a sexually wreak....the more I struggle the more challenging this becomes.
If I give into my temptations do I become the winner or loser?
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Tie me down....I dare you...
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Posted:Mar 22, 2014 7:08 am
Last Updated:Sep 9, 2014 5:13 pm
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When I saw this image...A tear came to my eyes....Sweet memories...I’ve been tied up like this a few times. Let me first say this....to allow ANYONE to tie me up....takes a whole lot of TRUST....’cause let’s be honest...I don’t know you...Ok.....LOL. Anyway....back to my story. There were only two guys that I’ve trusted enough to allow this done to me but I did allow one to do it several times. Not only did I allow him to do it several times but he was the first. We fucked for hours and I do mean hours. I have a thing for tall men and he was just that. Thicker and longer than he looked on the site. Very Very Dominant . Took no shit off me. Loved gagging me with his cock and nipples clamps (I fucking hate them). He so loved my tits. They drove him crazy. He pinched them and twisted them. I always lefted in pain and slightly bruised which is a no no. There were times Hubby was trying to figure out why I was always rubbing my tits and why they looked a little red. I might be brown but I do bruise too. Just saying. He made me want to do more and more each time with him. In this same position tied to his bed. All I wanted at that time was a stream of strange men just banging me. No talking...Just fucking me hard..Taking out all their frustration on my pussy and ass then taking off their condoms on cumming all over my body. Leaving it a mess and letting the next guy do the same. Drenched in cum and used like the slut that I am. Bad Bad Cinn.....Then it’s my other friend..When I last saw him...It was a middle morning fuck. He had resistants’ for me and I broke them. His next mission was to have me and his sub all fuck together. Apparently, I’m a lot of fun being used. I don’t know. I hear this all the time. Sometimes I’m not very obedient and I need a little discipline. Very few men can handle the task of taming a Cinn...Bad Cinn that is....I think it’s easy for Bad Cinn to come to the surface with a very dominate man. If the guy is too passive...she might not immerse so fast...it will take time. That I can’t control.
It’s been over a week and pussy & I have two different paths at the moment.
I & Good Cinn.....have been working our ass off. Making tight (yeah I said it.) deadlines. But this crazy, nasty, slutty, hungry ass Bad Cinn & pussy have been thinking about fucking him.....but he that’s there and me that’s here for the next few weeks; I guess it won't be happening anytime soon. When he & I last spoke in person...we discussed this same topic; bondage. He trusts me as much as I trust him. I can’t wait to see how far we can go together with this level of exploration.
For the last few days I've been forced to masturbate every morning and night....like clockwork. Nothing sadder than a squirting pussy without a dick or mouth there to feel it or taste it. I will admit the first few.....few my ass....the first day...it was ok....now....it’s just painful ....sort of boring to me. I could have made a whole porn starring my hand, my dildo and everything else I keep trying to stick in my pussy. Last night....I couldn’t sleep....I sat up in my bed staring at my bedpost. Thinking about being tied up or tying him up. I grabbed one of my scarves and tied one end to the bedpost and the other to my hand. I then proceeded to masturbate with one hand. I imagine him watching me which caused me to squirt on the bedpost several times. Let me say that was a very uncomfortable position. Tell ‘em ass ( As I gentle rub my sore ass). I tried grinding the bedpost which made my pussy a little sore as well. Yeah it wasn’t pretty. I think I sort looked like a humping a fire hydrant. Just saying.....For sure I’m in heat but the flames aren’t very high yet...Good Cinn is trying hard to control her..Bad Cinn wants more...she needs more..You know that feeling that you get...there’s no purpose....just a thirst that needs to be quenched...So forget the rope....find whatever you can...and I dare you...
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The knowledge.....
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Posted:Mar 20, 2014 5:00 am
Last Updated:Apr 24, 2014 6:51 pm
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I know we’re not born knowing but don’t you just wish...That the knowledge you don’t know would make you more established.
There wouldn’t be a book written that you didn’t understand; hell, you probably wrote them all.
Who likes losing and who hates winning?
No one has to teach you for YOU are the teacher.
Would there be less pain and no need for a lesson?
I must be a fool for saying this but it’s true!
I’m not as smart as I should be but I’m not as dumb as I am.
Knowledge is a beautiful thing when it’s sought and earned, not given without sacrifice.
Where there’s pleasure...I’m a lover of many things and I’m ignorant at times for I don’t see everything at once but when I do.... I learn...
I understand pleasure for I need it to help me through pain.
I make love when I should make war.
I fuck to drive home a point.
I show what I need to captivate you.
When you are looking into my eyes, what do they say?
Do they speak slowly or fast like the beat of my heart?
Do they tell my story... My path...I only truly let my eyes talk to those who would listen. You share nothing...I do the same.
For I have a teacher who’s been with me for years. I thank my teacher everyday with cheers and tears. I’m stronger now because my mother taught me that experience would lead me to my teacher. As old as I am, there’s ALWAYS a lesson to learn. No matter how many years are added on, the heart does get in the way but I move it back to where belongs. Sometimes, I win, sometimes I don’t. I’m still not established or where I should but it’s the knowledge that keeps teaching me.....
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Happy HNW – Daffodils
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Posted:Mar 18, 2014 9:04 pm
Last Updated:Apr 24, 2014 6:47 pm
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My birth month, birth stone and now birth flower. What a wonderful way to celebrate March. I learned something new. Do you know the botanical name for Daffodils is the narcissus? Surely you recall that name.
So far March has been very unpredictable; at least weather wise. I know we’re all waiting for spring. This is my birth week and I intend on making a lot noise & friends, passing smiles and singing cheers. This picture was just ok..It’s not one of my best but not worst either..I wanted to contribute again along with an awesome group of people. ..Here’s a big kiss and hug with my tiny Daffodils. {=} {=} Happy HNW!!!! .
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My birthday week starts today......
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Posted:Mar 15, 2014 11:06 pm
Last Updated:Mar 27, 2014 5:30 am
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Yeah me!!!!!!!!.....Ok....I’m horny as hell....I mean ....I ‘m sooo fucking horny....I would fuck in a car right now kind of horny.....I can’t wait to suck his dick again....better yet.....I can’t wait for him to lose this bet. My pussy weeps at the thought of being neglected..........but worry not pussy he shall not pass....we will sink his battle ship because it is on....ok enough movie caliches....bring on the dick....I’m horny as fuck....my legs are shaking...I’m looking forward to seeing him again.....My lips are ready...both sets..I’ve been a really good girl.....kept my legs closed and all....even despite the fact I wanted to give pussy a nice massage.....but noooooooo......because this body is in training mode.....I don’t plan on losing especially not during my birthday week....fuck that......bored as hell...let me use these candles and cupcake....clearing my throat......Happy Birthday to me....Happy Birthday to me....Happy Birthday dear Cinnamon..Happy Birthday toooo....meeehhhhheeeeee......Well that didn’t work....I wished for a dick to unwrap but nothing....ahhhhh well.....off to bed...sad and lonely again. Kisses
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The scent of beauty
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Posted:Mar 15, 2014 5:54 am
Last Updated:Apr 7, 2014 3:06 pm
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I’m not beautiful ......I’m just an okay looking, sex-crazed female who loves to laugh and smile, who’s turning a year older soon. People often say that I am but I know I’m not. It has nothing to do with confidence, just being real. I often stare at my birth battle scars and think to myself...it was worth it. Smiling gently.
It’s nothing like getting up in the morning and being wrapped in a warm embrace. While the sun tries to dance with the two of you but all you can think about is having the sun watch as you both glide and slide across each other’s bodies. Such a beautiful view...as laughter and passion decorates the room. Taking breaks...eating fruit....drinking water....tracing each other’s bodies with your fingertips. Somehow, kissing has found a way to spread all over both bodies...faster and much more meaningful....sometimes it’s a kiss, other times...a lick...or maybe, a suck....when the kissing reaches the mouth....where it’s deeper and warmer....that warmth with the sun on your back turns into passion again which ignites the flames to burn sooo much brighter now...you can’t imagine it ending any time soon....you don’t want it to...you just want to express your desire for the soul that’s feeling you....it’s like a melody that you can’t get out of your head. The song goes on and on....You try to get up and walk towards the bathroom, thinking maybe the song is playing too loud and if you remove yourself from the speaker ....you can think again...but before you reach the bathroom.....your arm is grabbed....in low tone now....he says this is our song and I’m playing it slowly for you...you look away...he grabs your face ....holding it still...staring into each other’s eyes...again....the music is loud...you try to look away again...he holds the gaze this time....before you know it......your back is against the wall ......he starts at your ankles...planting sun kisses along the way up; as he reaches your knees, something attracts him immediately....he smells that sweet scene from that warm moist box but that’s not what attracts him the most...there’s a trail of liquid that his tongue must follow as his mouth is watering now...carefully and methodically making sure to savor each drop...occasionally nibbling and biting along the way...excited, as he’s at full attention....reaching down to make sure that his pole is well-raised while he pays tribute to that moist delicious box....being a man that never wastes a good thing....he pushes your right leg up.....and devours that pussy until he’s drenched in those juices ....covered in the scent
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