Cougars Crave Young Kittens 2

Title Cougars Crave Young Kittens 2 Genres Lesbian, Masturbation, MILF Actors Ashlyn Rae, Jennifer White, Nicole Ray, Raquel Devine, Rhyse Richards, Sky Taylor, Tanner Mayes Studio Lethal Hardcore Review Tanner is a naughty cat sitter who breaks all the rules, so when Rhyse caught her smoking she gave her a spanking to teach her a lesson! When Nicole’s boyfriend’s mom Raquel asked her to give her a rubdown by the pool she didn’t know how WET it was about to get!

Like a Phoenix! from the ashes!

It makes me wonder sometimes how the minds of people work in general.  Some are soft, some hard, some super intelligent, some just plain moronic, some manipulative, some are dominant some are submissive.  Yes folks, as this is my first post I want to make it clear  that the topic I will be getting to finally is the question of Domination and submission.  Myriads of people with varying personalities with degrees of thought processes make this planet earth an unique kaleidoscope of possibilities.  I want to find out my own possibilities and boundaries!

Now the human brain is always in a state of conundrum, thinking about what its own needs wants an desires striving to reach an ultimate satisfaction along with the body.  Me on the other hand think of the very same needs like anybody else, but with a difference.  The difference being i am a man who has an enormous wall that conceals my true identity when in company of people.  I am a man that can change with the needs of people.  But ultimately who am i?

Ok so i was introduced to the world of D/s approx 3 years back by my ex.  To be honest I had no notion of what it was until i had a read on it.   I was purely vanilla with missionary sex and doggy on the menu and a blow job on the side and only on special occasions.  But there is only so much you can do with women that do not want to experiment in some ways.  You can only imagine how it would be to stick a finger up her arse hole, perhaps something more and get off on it.  Again only so much you can do watching my own cock pushing in and out of a wet cunt and then cumming inside or over her, but never in the mouth.  Also playing with the mind was always a taboo – never had the chance really.  Role plays also never occurred.  “Wham bam thank you maam”!   was la soup de jour, then a cuddle and a kiss and back to routine.  Never had I the opportunity to actually let myself be the way I wanted to be.  To EXPERIMENT was denied.     To be brutally honest I could only orgasm with my own fantasies in my mind and let the body do its own thing.  Back then and even now I have watched porn with women being subjugated to various act of intrusion to their bodies, and to me, well it seemed a lot more fun.  But then porn being porn, all you can do is watch it and jerk off and let the mind control the body.  Not saying i do not respect women, I truly do.  In no aspect am I sadistic or narcissistic, but kinky with a touch of power play involved.

I can remember a time, when I had one of my ex’s pinned to the floor as we fucking by the kitchen door, knowing there were people upstairs and I had my hands around her neck.  All that she was bothered about was that I had my hands around her neck and she complained about it and literally threw me off as she was appalled by it with a bit of soft reproach.  Ok needless to say, I was extremely aroused by it – the reluctance – and ultimately i did get my way but without choking her.   Few other things we did was to have some sort of risky sex – out inthe garden fucking away in the night while we could watch the people indoors.  But she was not into it as much as i was.   But yes i did have a think about it.  What is it that gets me going?  Mundane sex is necessary, but to fuck like a man possessed is a lot more exciting.  To have a woman that is willing to be a slut and a whore and to give herself to you at the same time be herself and be respected and treated like a queen at the end of it is a whole new ball game.  That is what i was looking for!

That relationship broke down due to lack of interest I suppose.  In retrospect to be honest it was a lot complicated than i would like to say.  Let bygones be bygones!  It is not something I think about everyday.

I digress.  Coming back to the point, I was introduced to the world of D/s about 3 years back and i haven’t looked back since.   The path has been rocky but with many glorious and memorable moments.  A proper roller coaster ride it has been.  Now is a time i want to sit back and with the help of this blog – want to pen my thoughts anonymously and let me find myself!

To be continued…

Burdel Part II.

me_: Cuanto fue que hizo…

: burp s$·%&ssd da da e eee..

me_: como ehhh, dejame ve..

me_: coñasasasasaso, 5 papele.. coño men, 30 pequeña, y el pajaron de aguja pidio 2 trago de vodka ese sucio…

me_: (en mi mente) ¡¡¡¡ mejor hubiera sacao la tipa!!!

: (el pana tenia un jumo de él, pa no insulta al perro).. ehhh yo te llamo ahora, vete traeme otra pequeña…

me_: pajaron, y tu va a pedi otra pequeña, son 5 papele, cuanto tu tiene ahi…

: .. me dio 500 , perencejo 500, .. cuanto tu tiene…

me_: el comecome me dio 500..

: .. sssssttt ven aca, sientate ahii, klk… por cuanto tu le da una mamaita a el mami…

J: 3000 peso papi, para sacarme de aqui, depue hacemo lo que tu quiera..

(la tipa sique su rumbo a ver que pica)

me_: tipo vamono de aqui, que la mia me saltó con esa terapia tambien.. ahora yo te digo una baina, esa mujer ta dura men… tipo yo le meti 2 deo en su popola.. y me dijo, “ese toto no hiede no, eso ta nitido”.. pero e que como quiera me da para, me da miedo men… e que lo mio e al pelo.. por eso e que yo no puedo brega asi…

: eee a aae  asd$%·$

(la capataz, proxeneta, desvigadora, no seee, una tipa mayor que administraba el local)..

D: Miamor mira, son 30 pequeñas a 150, que son 4500 y dos tragos de vodka…

:”!·$·$·”$ aaa ssisi ok, traeme otra pequeña..

me_:  (pensando) “que maldita baina ete tiquere ajumao ahora, coño…

me_: toma 1500, puse 1000.. mira v cuanto tu tiene..

: mmmmm &/&%&$·”$%·% (el jumo no lo dejo contar)

me_: mira v mira v..

: faltan muchisimo cualto… ssssssttttt ven aca, (ya lo cuero le taban haciendo el foooo)

me_: toma 500 ma… k maldita baina.. vamono…

: nonono vete tu, que ya yo no voy a hacer coro con ninguno, vete vete vete, pa tu universidad..(oye ahora)..

Me volé la parte I porque ta muy fuerte, pero a lo mejor la digo ahorita… pero la III e de pelicula…

Moments in ridiculousness and other stories.

It’s not all hand-wringing and fantasizing about the end of the world on this blog.

It’s like a million dorks just jizzed in their pants all over the world, as Spock and Kirk (Nimoy and Shatner) reunite at some conference thingy.

Some things should have been left in the 80s and DO NOT deserve to be revived… unless they’re mullets.

In America, children have to be taught how to play. Read that sentence again and realise just how much childhood has been killed.

If you have some time on your hands then here’s some scientific mysteries to wrap your intellect around.

Here are some colour photographs from pre-revolutionary Russia.

Oh, and this is what a trillion dollars would look like.

Japan files:

Standing only bars, or tachinomi, are enjoying a renaissance thanks to the recent belt tightening going on in Japan. Those belts must be so tight by now, they must be threatening to cut off circulation to the lower half of the body. I guess that’s another reason for the falling birth rate….

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Love of My Life

Clearly that is unclear, or bullshit.

But last night I dreamed about Stefan Curl.  I was in love with him, wanted to be with him.  He was involved with me, but clearly not fully.  Wow, painful.

Stefan was who I loved when I left my kids’ father.  But Ken Paley was who I was hot for, who was making money.

Ken was mean, Stefan was sweet.  Ken was angry, Stefan was loving.

I got pregnant.  I assumed it was Ken’s, but later I realized it could just as easily been Stefan’s.  That would have made all the difference in the world.

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<a href="http://thinkaloo.com/ideas/view/view_idea.php?id=1696">Isn't sex a masochistic activity??</a>

Think about it. It involves effort, concentration, sometimes pain if not done right and above all you got to sweat a lot before you reach orgasm, not to mention that after all that hard work some people still won’t experience it. Technically, it should be categorized as a masochistic activity. What’s more, it’s all hard-wired into our DNA. But we never think of it this way, what pleasurable hedonistic fools we all are… :D:D

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35 going on 16

I know something you don’t know… ok I don’t actually know you or what you know so that may not be true… but in the last couple of months I have come to learn something that a lot of women know and don’t know at the same time. Yes I realize that sentence is a run-on and a masterpiece in confusion. I guess I am just not that good at building suspense! Or am I? MUhahahaha…ha…ha…um.. yea..

So you know how men are supposed to be thinking of sex every 7 seconds? I think in Luke’s case it’s more like every 2 seconds. Then again he is going through puberty! Now before you think I am a pedophile or think something doesn’t add up because you read the intro-post and know that he is 35, let me explain! Luke is a trans man. For those of you unfamiliar or less familiar with trans issues, that means that my guy was born a biological female so that his body is/was that of a woman while he is and always has been, in fact, a man. Transition, in its conventional sense, is the process during which a trans person changes their outward physical appearance (if they feel it to be appropriate), to match their true gender. Transition, however, is really a life-long process beginning with emotional growth/healing and acceptance of oneself as a trans person in a world that categorizes us by our genitals. The more “obvious” part of the transition is hormone therapy and surgery which for a trans man includes injections of testosterone to maintain normal male levels and surgical reconstruction of chest and genitals. A trans man may choose to pursue some or all of these options. In our case, while Luke was male identified from his earliest memories, his environment was not really conducive to exploring or pursuing life as a man.

Now a necessary detour back to my days as a baby ingénue…up here in Toronto, *I* came to my own sexuality at the wise old age of 18. That’s when I met my first butch and fell in lust for the first time. You know how in cartoons when something is clarified or a bright idea dawns on the character, a light bulb comes on over their head? Well after meeting my first butch, a light bulb definitely came on… although in the region of my clit. I am not kidding you when I say it was a complete revelation like: “Aaaaah that’s what sexual attraction is all about! No wonder all these people have been acting like idiots all these years!” The attraction was so easy and natural; I didn’t really even think to agonize over “am I gay or am I not?” Or maybe I was too old to be conflicted; I don’t know… the fact was that I was in sexual nirvana and not about to question it! With my sexuality finally awakened, I took plenty time over the next few years to explore my tastes (and that’s another post entirely) but the constant for me were/are butches. I’ve never really had much interest in biological males and while I find girls desirable and luscious, it’s always been butches that, well… turn me into a warm ooey gooey puddle of desire.

Soooo when I met Luke 6 years ago, I was pretty comfy in my sexual niche as a femme (feminine lesbian who may or may not be sexually attracted to butches, of course my favorite typecast would be the pre-stonewall old school butch/femme dynamic). Interestingly enough, even though he was oozing masculinity (and I could tell this even though we met online), he didn’t identify as a butch. Of course, I was also not really looking for a relationship just then either, having just gotten out of something nasty and drawn out and definitely not a long distance thing but I thought what’s the harm in innocent chatting, right? Yea, famous last words. The fact is that I was both attracted to him and intrigued by him as we continued to chat online and over phone and 3 months later, I made the trip down south to meet him. The rest is history… sexy sexy history. A lot of wonderful things have come out of our relationship. I have experienced unconditional love which is amazing. *mushy moment* And on his side, seeing how I appreciated his masculinity, Luke felt much more free to express it. With or without me, Luke would have gone through his transition… I just think that knowing me helped speed things up a little and it’s something I am proud of *beam* Of course I will tell you this, to begin with, I only thought that he was gender-queer in a butch capacity but the fact that he was a man became clear quick enough. The question I get a lot is what does the fact that he is a man mean for me? My answer is, why should it mean anything? I fell in love with him not his genitals and the fact that he is a man doesn’t change who I am. I still identify as queer and femme because my overall sexuality is not dependant on who I am sleeping with at the moment. At this moment I am in a monogamous heterosexual relationship and I probably will be in it for the rest of my life… but if god forbid, something happens to our relationship, I would still be majorly attracted to butches.

And this brings us back to the fact that I know something you may or may not know! Luke began his hormone therapy on his birthday this year and so has been on testosterone about 4 months. At the beginning stages of hormone therapy, a trans person goes through a kind of second puberty. A trans man specifically experiences hair growth, his voices drops, his fatty tissue redistributes, he stops menstruating and his body generally becomes more masculinized…. oh and his sex-drive goes through the roof and then keeps shooting up (no puns intended!). And that is what I’ve learned: men really can’t help being horn-dogs! Seriously! Never having been with a man, I always thought that the way men chased after sex and claimed that they could not concentrate without it was all just talk and bravado. But it’s true! They actually can’t turn it off… control it yes but turn it off, no! I’ve known Luke for 6 years and he is the most respectful human being towards a woman you can ever find. He is all southern gentleman without an ounce of chauvinism. So when he tells me that he seriously can’t concentrate because all he can think about is sex… I believe him! I have a lot of straight and bi girl friends who seem to believe that their guys are not as desperate for sex as they pretend to be. Well I don’t know about each individual man but I am now much much more willing to believe that yes a guy might actually die of blue balls. So yes, I have come to have a bit more sympathy for men and I can say I understand (not approve) a bit more why it is that young men resort to sometimes despicable means to get sex. As for me, I am essentially a woman on the brink of 30 (which is supposedly a woman’s sexual peak) with a man of 35 (with impressive sexual experience and prowess)  who has the sexual appetite of a boy of 16, (a man’s sexual peak). I need to go and google crotch ice packs now. *G*

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