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Club Review: Forbidden Bar and Lounge, West Hollywood CA
12:12PM on March 26, 2012
Forbidden Bar & Lounge
Category: Lounges
Neighborhood: West Hollywood
3/19/2012
I attended a birthday party with MsBambie here this past Saturday night. I didn't know quite what to expect but, knowing some of those attending, figured on a Hip Hop, 20s to 30s crowd, lower middle class to middle class, baggy jeans, sneakers, overly large shirts. Nailed those stats.
We arrived late in the night and the valet was full; fortunately, we found street parking nearby.
There was no cover charge, which usually spells danger (see my review of The Savoy). Bingo. If anyone can waltz in, anyone usually does.
I ordered bottle service in advance and, because of the many unknowns, requested the Moet (at $150 plus an 18% service gratuity). That seemed a tad stiff but, hey, it was a party. The drink turned out to be spot on. Score one for Forbidden.
Things went downhill from there. First, the seat reserved with the bottle service was at the front door and in the direct path of all ingress and egress foot traffic. We spent the night with people sauntering to and fro across our nicely-shined shoes. More than a few people actually tripped on my legs; it was just that tight.
Second, the table on which one would normally set their drinks was at the side of the bench, accessible to anyone at the bar. I spent much of the night watching our bottle, cautious of sip-thieves. I couldn't reach the Moet from my end of the bench as it was not in front of me.
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Third, there was NO service. An 18% gratuity but no one to serve the drinks, no one to check in with us to see if we required other "services," no one to up-sell, nothing. Piss poor, if I might say (inelegantly, yes...).
The music, on the other hand, was great, as best I could determine (I assess it by the acknowledgments of the crowd and the response on the dance floor). The under-30 MsBambie attended with me and she bolstered my appraisal. Score two for Forbidden.
But MsBambie also reports that there is only one restroom in the place. Upon her visit to it, the lights were out and the switch didn't turn them on. She noticed a man standing nearby - he seemed to work there - so she asked him about it. "Oh, yeah. Just a minute," he replied. Then he went into the restroom and LIT CANDLES. Not for erotic or sensual illumination or aromatherapeutic purposes but for, well, light. How low-class (and low-watts) is that?
The numbers are against them. I don't plan to ever return.
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Club Review: The Savoy, Inglewood CA
3:55AM on March 15, 2010
 
User Rating: 2 out of 5 stars
by CalifStyle
03/15/2010
I took two lady friends, erotic author Crystal The Ravishing and Rude.com porn star Ms Bambie, to the Savoy on Saturday, March 13. We were looking for an Old School, upscale venue and thought to give it a try. First, though, I read the reviews on the internet and passed them on to my lady friends. We agreed that it takes a dissatisfied customer to take the time to write a review. Happy campers don't usually bother. Considering that, we opted to check it out for ourselves.
I had been to the Savoy once before for a birthday party in 2007 but didn't want that mildly negative experience to unfairly influence our decision in 2010.
We became concerned at curb side. Although the Savoy's web site advertises itself as upscale, the people queued to enter were anything but. Second, the sign upon entering said "Dress Code Enforced." That was untrue; we noted patrons wearing t-shirts, baggy jeans and sneakers. The drinks were, indeed, watered (Ms Bambie complained that the Amaretto Sour she ordered tasted more like "Kool Aid, not a drink") - we sent the drinks back and they were returned in the same watery state; nearly all of the guys came off as desperate and disrespectful; and too many of the women were tacky. The web site posted a cover charge of $10; we were charged $15 with no apology or explanation. All of this echoes previous reviews.
The physical plant was unremarkable but inoffensive. Previous reviews described it accurately. The DJ played a strangely eclectic blend of music, making it hard to maintain a groove. There wasn't a discernible theme of any sort. The neighborhood, in the middle of downtown Inglewood, can only be described as "hood." As a matter of fact, while my Ms Bambie was on the floor dancing, two men next to her began fighting over a perceived slight. On a side note, table and floor maintenance could stand some attention.
On the plus side, the dance floor was spacious and always busy. Security was visible but not intrusive. A couple of the waitresses were quite attendant although our first waitress seemed inexperienced and, well, high.
Leaving was worse than entering. Adolescent boys descended upon my ladies with unsolicited groping, rubbing, pulling, and begging. Their pitiful pickup lines were characteristically lame, worn and tired...and unimaginative. Not one "man" offered to buy either of the ladies a drink as part of their introduction. Whatever happened to "vuelven los caballeros"? As we pulled away from the curb, these boys knocked on my Jag's windows in a last-ditch effort at getting an audience with Ms Bambie or Crystal. I'm thinking, "WTF?"
We don't expect to return and would not recommend it to anyone seeking a truly upscale evening experience. However, if the unsophisticated and testosterone-intensive is acceptable, then it could work for you.
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Long Live Big-Butt Women!
8:25PM on February 01, 2010
Long Live Big-Butt Women!
Those curves are making cardiologists smile.
(MsBambie, on the left, with our ex-girlfriend Dimplez during a shower photo shoot)
A new study out of Oxford University in England found women with "pear-shaped" figures -- ample extra padding around the hips, buttocks and thighs -- are actually at a lower risk for heart andmetabolic diseases.
"It is shape that matters and where the fat gathers," said Oxford's Dr. Konstantinos Manolopoulos, explaining that fat stored on the hips and in the rear absorb harmful fatty acids and further prevent arteries from clogging.
"Fat around the hips and thighs is good for you, but around the tummy is bad," he told BBC News, noting that the proverbial "spare tire" around the belly leads to higher incidences of heart disease.
(Although YngBlkFem aka Fierce - on the right - has a larger 46" derriere, MsBambie's 45" ass mass is much more nicely shaped and tightly packaged)
The findings help explain why women traditionally have lower rates of heart disease then men until they reach menopause, when their rates rise as they begin to gather fat around their midsections.
"The only thing I can say is that women who have large thighs shouldn't be anxious about it," Manolopoulos said. "Their body shape is associated with health."
Scientists believe genetics play a large role in where a body stores fat.
Originally published by Ikimulisa Livingston and Chuck Bennett.
Source: YellowBrix, The New York Post
All photos copyright 2009 Alley Cat Media and Doe Eyez
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Yay to bit booties. men love mine |
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MsBambie and I interview a newbie
8:14PM on June 28, 2009
On Friday night, MsBambie (www.rude.com/MsBambie) and I "interviewed" a potential addition to our polyamorous relationship. Our girlfriend Fierce was preparing for a major Saturday event of her own (a pool party for XXL magazine, which is one of her marketing clients) and couldn't join us. Our other girlfriend Ty (www.rude.com/SugarTyTee) is under the weather so she sat this one out, too.
Our potential newbie, Cynthia, joined us for dinner at the Doubletree Hotel in Ontario, Calif., followed by dancing at Misty's Lounge. MsBambie, of course, owned the dance floor with all eyes on her as she waved her massive 45-inch ass and bounced her now-38DD-pluses all over the floor (yeah, MsBambie's cup size has grown...and the DDs are snug, too).
The two ladies connected sufficiently to allow us to take the party home for a white-hot menage-a-trois that roasted until 5 a.m. Saturday morning. I'll save the details for a blog that I plan to post on my Rude.com page in a few days (www.rude.com/CalifStyle/blog). I spent Saturday recovering.
Briefest briefing: Cynthia is 35, bi-situational, 5'5", 125 lbs., black (Jamaican)-Latina (Mexican), lives in the Inland Empire area of Southern California, and has yet to attend a swinger party (we're thinking of breaking her in at my girl Maria's N'Deavours party on July 11). Cynthia is an IT professional and an Air Force veteran.
Cynthia has a very high public profile and a bad case of photophobia so we won't be posting any photographs that can be used to identify her - but body parts are okay.
Cynthia and I are going roller skating tonight in Chino (Skate Express) because it's Oldies Night. MsBambie has other nocturnal plans but I'll leave that for her to share; catch her on twitter if you really want to know.
Kato
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MsBambie's Birthday Bash at Poetry - Boobies and Booties
3:09PM on May 20, 2009
Bambie’s Birthday Bash!
My MsBambie celebrated her 25th birthday on Saturday, April 18, in Las Vegas. Her choice venue in Vegas is Club Poetry, within Caesar’s Palace. It is THE hip-hop location in Nevada.
She brought with her our girlfriends Fierce and SugarTyTee (Ty). I had with me these three thick, bisexual hotties all in one place. It was going to be quite a night. 
My daughter, PrettyFineBrown (Pink Shorts to some of you), used her connections to arrange for us to get an intimate VIP booth tucked in the back of the club. We rolled in and it was ON!
We danced in around midnight and the girls took over the floor. They danced with each other and with other women in our area. They moseyed over to the larger dance floor and put it down for the fellas. Guys were drooling so freely that the mop crew was put on stand-by.
MsBambie wore a red clingy top and had some black pants painted onto her lower extremities. She was supported by some killer red heels for which she spent a week shopping.
Rude.com’s 2009 Booty Shakin’ Contest winner’s thighs exploded into the club to acclaim, dragging that magnificent 45-inch ass package behind her. MsBambie was a star, a celebrity, Rude royalty.
Our girlfriend, 23 year-old Fierce, wore a black micro-micro-mini dress and went ass-bare (yeah, no panties) providing a special “sump’m- sump’m” for the crowd. Fierce is quite funny when loose and a complete riot with a drink or two in her. We let the drinks flow and she, with encouragement from the galley, went wild.
Our other girlfriend Ty, a 26 year-old, met Fierce for the first time at this event and they took to each other immediately. Ty sat for photos with MsBambie last year and the two foxes kept in touch. Now it was time to party together.
Usually Ty is very reserved. By night’s end (see photos), Ty and Bambie were slurping cake frosting from Fierce’s 34i-cup boobies and, later, Ty and Fierce were making out in the booth.
 
We partied until 4 a.m. and then retired to my daughter’s house to sleep. Sleep did not come quickly. First, Ty, Fierce and Bambie went to bed and played with each other for an hour. Bambie then went into another bedroom to sleep, leaving Ty and Fierce to continue their carnal explorations. Me, I sat in a corner and drank it all with my eyes. Later in the night, they gang banged me, draining my nutt sacs to exhaustion. Lawdy, lawdy, lawdy. I love my life, y’all.
The next morning, we eased out to brunch at the Cracked Egg in North Las Vegas. There, the ladies signed autographs, bantered with the wait staff and shopped. We parted company with me taking Ty back to California and Bambie staying in Vegas to run the streets with Fierce.
Happy Birthday, Baby!
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TaQuilla |
May 26, 2009 (Report It)
A good time had by all! |
TaQuilla |
May 26, 2009 (Report It)
A good time had by all! |
SKILLZ |
May 24, 2009 (Report It)
What can i say bro,you are thee man. Respect. |
docporno |
May 20, 2009 (Report It)
sounds like a true night to remember in a life already full of them...to quote sean connery in Finding Forrester "U da man now, Dawg!' |
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Thanks, Rude
4:40PM on December 18, 2008
RECOGNIZING THE POSITIVE PEOPLE OF RUDE IN 2008
 This blog is a follow-on to one my friend TaQuilla (www.Rude.com/TaQuilla/blog) posted on her page. The subject is timely and, as is usual for the sensual TaQuilla, thought through thoroughly (alliteration intentional). This post is an edited version of my response to TaQuilla's initial blog. Of course, as soon as I hit the "submit" button when responding to TaQuilla's blog, it occurred to me that I'd neglected to mention some of the people for whom I am thankful. This represents a less-abridged response.
Flanked by my girlfriends MsBambie and Yngblkfem (aka Fierce)
As the year closes, I consider those people to whom Rude has brought me closer and those to whom Rude has introduced me advantageously. First are two of my younger brothers, CoseyCose, a certified personal trainer in Southern California, and BigHersheyFun, who owns a trucking company in Northern California, as they find utility and entertainment here. Also, my son, the novelist PeterMack (his latest novel is A Neighborly Affair, available at Trulifepublishing), who, while no longer a Rude member, joined us for a minute.
Next are my lovers whom I knew prior to Rude. They remain friends (or friendly) to me and, sometimes, lovers still (their approximate ages are in parentheses for the, uh, curious): PinayPassion (52), my favorite swinging playmate; SugarTyTee (26), now a superbusy medical student but always close to me; Yngblkfem (aka Fierce, 22), my girlfriend presently and the most industrious young woman I know; MzActiveX (28), necessarily platonic presently; Devilicious330 (36), one of my favorite Las Vegas models/entertainers; and Tulsa_Moon (44), the bootycall queen.
Then there are my comrades and friends from the adult entertainment industry with whom I have shared space, counsel and intellectual intercourse via L.A. Erotica and at other venues on the Net: Ty_Strokes (owner of BlackAmateurFreaks), LadyE4Lyfe and TreChamborg (owners of 2GyrlzandaCam), and Luxuriouslady30, the aggressive dick sucker for life, whose three web sites I manage.
I thank Rude, also, for providing the nexus where I met some extraordinary people - in no particular order (after all, it's about people with me):
* Skillz and KN-Cole, the hottest couple on Rude to me (based solely on their vid, Forever Mine - it sizzles);
* DenaliTrunks, more than just a funny, fat man (FIB or Fat Is Back, as he pronounces proudly), he's a serious thinker whose shows have broached significant topics;
* Creamy_Kupcakes, the prettiest, flyest lady Rude has to offer (and my man-sicle maven because I'll never look at a popsicle the same way again);
* YourDreamCumTrue, the ultimate business woman and entrepreneur, I was glued to her Sunday afternoon tech shows;
* MayaLicious (and DK), the sexy, technically savvy couple whose tech shows I try to not miss;
* SteelEyes, THE artist in residence here on Rude and one of only two Rude acquaintances with whom I converse outside of Rude individually;
* Bestchoc, my OG brother and competent MsBambie moderator whose Quiet Storm shows are the best of the genre on Rude.
* And my girl DaSugaHoneyIceT, the sweetest thing this side of vanilla.
I owe my gratitude to the Queen of Perville and the supreme sensualist (she's way beyond sex), TaQuilla, whom I count as my one personal friendship developed on Rude.
Finally, of course, is my main mami, MsBambie, with whom I share life and from whom I learn about hip hop culture and Rude colloquialisms. An exhibitionist to the core, Rude brought joy to MsBambie and, thus, to me.
I appreciate that Rude accepted my celebrity status in conferring the Confirmed Celebrity banner to me. RudeKenny has my thanks for supporting me in my quest for the Producer's blue jacket. Thanks a heap, Kenny.
And thank you, Rude.
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August 29, 2009 (Report It)
Awwwww Califffff! You know you're the sweetest in this here land we call Rude! Cooler than the other side of the pillow, you are =]! Love you and Bambie much hun *kisses, licks and hugs* |
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January 12, 2009 (Report It)
yes she was dreaming !!! Thanks for sharing Calif |
yourd... |
December 21, 2008 (Report It)
awww Calif! Sweetie, that was so nice that you made mention of me. *ahem* I'd like to thank the academy for presenting me with this Oscar. Oh, wait, I was dreaming *sighs* lol! *kisses* Calif! |
SKILLZ |
December 21, 2008 (Report It)
You know i had to pay my respect |
TaQuilla |
December 18, 2008 (Report It)
Isn't it lovely to pay thanks to our libidos! haha Brilliantly written and thoroughly enjoyed. |
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Fierce!
4:48AM on December 10, 2008
 FIERCE!
© 2008 Alley Cat Media
We are not looking but we are always on the lookout.
When I first encountered Ms Bambie, I was with two of my several girlfriends. Ms Booty, my 44-yr old swinger partner had been running with me for nearly a year; 19 yr old Dimplez had been with me for about eighteen months. Both ladies were sexy, thick, and bisexual and that fit right into my program. They became lovers, girlfriends to each other and, simultaneously, girlfriends to me. We formed a triad.
After Ms Bambie entered the picture, Ms Booty was the first to fall. We laid Ms Booty off a few days following a small swinger party composed of bi females and their men that I organized in Moreno Valley, Calif. (That story is recounted in my blog, Swingin Done Right, at www.Rude.com/CalifStyle/blog.) Dimplez fell a few months later (see Ms Bambie and Dimplez: Birthday Booty, at www.Rude.com/MsBambie/blog).
Each wanted to be number one. Unfortunately, only the baddest can be number one and the baddest is, without a doubt, Ms Bambie.
Our baby, Fierce: 44FFF-29-46
Since then, we entertained several candidates but interviewed few. Most were flakes, wannabees and pretenders. Many were simply bi-curious, bi-situational, or they had another agenda.
We went back to the future and discussed a triad with one of my recent ex-girlfriends, Rudes SugarTyTee. SugarTyTee is in a pre-med program that consumes all of her time so, though we chat regularly, a more intimate relationship was off the table.
Then, out of the blue, she called.
My girl Fierce was 18 when we met four years ago at a restaurant in Santa Monica, Calif. I remember her as focused, ambitious and entrepreneurial. Fierce was studying make-up and massage therapy, juggling the course requirements with other classes at a local college. She knew what she wanted and where she was headed. I have met no women of her age who had their heads put on as straight; frankly, I have met few women of any age so situated. Fierce impressed me immediately.
Fierce read recently on one of my social networking sites that I was in a relationship; she wanted to know more about it. Fierce checked in on me periodically, hooking up with me from time to time for booty calls as it suited her. The girl is a complete independent.
Fierce, a bi, thick, sexy, freaky swinger, said she could be interested in Ms Bambie based solely on Ms Bambies photograph. Fierce wanted to meet her. YES!
We missed dates on Monday and Tuesday nights owing to Fierces demanding class schedule (shes studying web design and photo editing).
22 year-old Fierce at a photo shoot in her Hollywood studio
Wednesday night, as Ms Bambie and I lie in bed discussing events of the day, Fierce rang me. She wanted to know if I was in town, at home, awake. Yes to all three. She wanted to come to us; Ms Bambie nodded her assent and it was on.
Fierce didnt mention that she was already en route to us even as she chatted with me on the phone (she had her mind made up, evidently). Thirty minutes later, Fierce was ringing the doorbell.
She was still gorgeous. Fierces smile reached for my mouth and forced a toothy grin from me; she embraced me warmly and kissed me passionately. Fierce pressed her mound into my groin and grinded slowly, deeply, Old School effectively. My stiffness rose to the demand, saying, Lets get the party started.
Fierce followed me up the stairs to the master bedroom and Ms Bambie bounded from our bed to intercept us at the landing. They met, smiled, hugged, and exchanged pleasantries. Fierce undressed quickly and headed for the shower.
The 44-FFFs invaded the shower commandingly, Fierces 46-inch posterior span closing the shower door as she entered. The shower water slid across Fierces skin seductively, bouncing the radiance of her butterscotch flesh tone onto the glass and tile enclosure. Fierces buttocks flexed and dimpled as she crossed the threshold, her musculature straining against her silky, smooth skin.
None of this beauty was lost on Ms Bambie who stole a long, languid peek from around the corner. Ms Bambie achieved an ocular erection and she moistened her nipples with a flick of her tongue.
Fierce emerged from the shower with her golden nephelosphere glowing. Her body was ringed with a moist envelope that made her steamy hot and ultimately delectable to Ms Bambies hungry loins. Ms Bambie pursed her vulva in anticipation.
When I made it into the bedroom, I stepped into the voracious, libidinous longings of Ms Bambie and Fierce. Each had taken one side of the bed leaving a body-sized space between them, presumably for me. I attempted to snuggle in behind Ms Bambie, forcing them to face each other. Fierce demanded that I get between them. Dang. Life is harsh.
With my tactical position compromised, Fierce initiated the assault by latching onto my nipple; she slathered her tongue across my chests expanse, forcing my nipple absolutely perpendicular to my supine form. Blood rushed from my brain south in preparation for extended duty as Fierce reached with her hand to engage my surprised and still-flaccid penis. She stroked firmly yet gently, tickling the penile corona with flat-fingered passes. My mast ballooned into service. Ms Bambies eyes widened and her trademark, 40-teeth smile betrayed her.
Ms Bambie joined the endeavor, licking my spare nipple into surrender. My senses danced a spirited Lindy Hop to Duke Ellingtons The A-Train and I grasped mightily at my resolve. It was a nipple-whipping for which to die just call me Calif-cadaver because Im first in line.
Fierces lips ambled down to my pubis and connected with the first thing swingingwhich happened to be my man-sicle (thanks to Rudes XXL for that moniker). Fierce opened wide and sucked me into her mouth; my manhood found its youth again. She tonsil-tagged my shaft without warning and I skeeted into her stomach. Fierce did not pause, pummeling my missile with her tongue and thrusting my torpedo vigorously into her oral cavity.
Ms Bambie preparing to dine at Fierce's Y
Ms Bambie wrapped her tongue around Fierces lips (the ones on her face, you pervs), kissing her as Fierce planted those special kisses on me (well, on that special part of me, actually). This gave way to them kissing each other intermittently and sharing my man-meat; thrills galore, people. Ms Bambie took her turn at occupying my pipe when Fierce reached up to kiss my mouth. We tongued deeply, wrestling away any residue from her southern exposure. Meanwhile, Ms Bambie pleasured my glans with a loving lip-lashing; again, I skeeted.
I was taking flight when both ladies pulled up and directed me to get behind one of them. It was time clearly for them to attend more to each other. Cool.
Ms Bambie helped me up as I peeled myself from the raging, red sheets and Fierce lied on her back atop them. Ms Bambie wasted no time in prostrating herself into Fierces Y. I knew what time it was (sic): it was pearl polishing time.
Cupping my head on the edge of the custom-made, 32 inner-coiled mattress, I rested on my upper back with my face inserted in Ms Bambies love box. My tongue found its way unerringly into Ms Bambies cum canal, then rowed upstream a tad to a waiting and pleasantly situated clitoris. The clit smiled devilishly at me on my approach. I winked in return. We became great friends in the short term.
The contrast between Ms Bambies rich chocolate and Fierces butterscotch was alluring. The play of hues, one on the other, was at once complim
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XTC_W... |
December 15, 2008 (Report It)
hott stuff |
BESTCHOC |
December 15, 2008 (Report It)
lawd,, 2 day and 2 morrow 2,,, and Fierce and Bambie,, the ass and titties.. lawd,, good stuff my og brutha.. |
CREAM... |
December 14, 2008 (Report It)
I can always count on u to make me feel like i'm right there! How i so wish it was me! |
yourd... |
December 13, 2008 (Report It)
Merciful Minerva you two!! That was absolutely amazing!!! |
TaQuilla |
December 10, 2008 (Report It)
I thik I need a smoke after that. Whew! |
Calif... |
December 10, 2008 (Report It)
I'll be upstairs in a minute, lovergirl, with more of that night for you. |
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December 10, 2008 (Report It)
I just experienced that night all over again. Smooches from MsBambie |
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Introducing: my older son, Peter Mack
10:56PM on December 02, 2008
 My son's nom de plume is Peter Mack. He is the author of the sizzling novel, 'A Neighborly Affair'(TRU LIFE PUBLISHING, 2008) and CEO of Peter Mack apparel LLC. He is the visionary behind the bourgeoning HoodSweet (tm) clothing line for the woman who moves with DESIRE, MOTIVATION,& DEDICATION, for PEACE,POWER,& POSITION. Peter Mack just signed a multi-book publishing deal, which includes 'A Neighborly Affair 2' with TRU LIFE PUBLISHING. Peter Mack defied the odds and proved his BOSS status with a vivid novel and a hot clothing line. He is poised to take novels to the next level, offering an interactive experience with the HoodSweet (tm) clothing line, which is inspired by his debut novel. There are more designs and variety on the way but don't sleep on these limited edition, inaugural HoodSweet (tm) shirts which appear in 'A Neighborly Affair.' The Peter Mack apparel line is for the woman who is 'more than a dyme.' TM
Rude.com's MsBambie is the official HoodSweet (tm) spokesmodel and has agreed to appear as the cover model of the next novel in the A Neighborly Affair series, due out early next year. To see one of the Hood Sweet (tm) t-shirt designs, visit www/Rude.com/CalifStyle/blog where MsBambie is modeling the black HoodSweet t-shirt in Las Vegas. Ms Bambie will carry the t-shirts in her Rude store. See her page at www.Rude.com/MsBambie.
Meet Peter Mack at www.Rude.com/PeterMack.
Below: Ms Bambie modeling the HoodSweet t-shirt while partying at Club Poetry in Las Vegas' Caesar's Palace.
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June 12, 2009 (Report It)
Thank you, Orgy. The book is out now. As soon as I figure out how to put it in my Rude store, I'll stock it there. If you want it sooner, contact me and I'll connect you (or visit Amazon). |
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March 30, 2009 (Report It)
It Always Makes Me Proud To See and Hear That My People are Doing It Big..Let Me Know when U guys start selling Copies Here On Rude... |
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Fellatio: A Primer
11:58AM on November 25, 2008
Photo copyright (c) 2008 Alley Cat Media Photo by Calif Style
How to Give a Blow Job: Become a Fellatio Expert (just like Ms Bambie)
by Kiley Oram
Giving a great blow job is easy, not to mention sexy and fun for both giver and receiver. Fellatio is a versatile sex act, too. You can do it almost anywhere!
1. Be prepared with some sexy goods. edible gel, lickable oil, vibrator will help tranform you from a novice into an oral sex master.
2. Get comfortable. A blow job is much more fun without a sore neck. Find a position that works best for both of you, depending on where you are (you can't really lounge comfortably in an elevator, you know) and the angle of the cock you're dealing with (work with the natural downward angle of your throat). Kneel before your man with him standing if you're in a confined area, or when you want to strike a pose that is really hot. Other positions: seat your partner and crouch between their legs (slide a pillow under your knees if you're not on a soft surface), or lay down and let your partner thrust into your mouth, (harder to control the depth, but good for you lazy types). If you're in a car, your partner can lay down lengthwise in the back.
3. If you're using a condom, put it on now. Try a flavored condom if you don't like the taste of latex. A sexy way to set the scene is to use your mouth to put the condom on before you get busy.
4. Give us a kiss. If you're dealing with a soft penis, you don't have to wait until it's hard to start the show. Put it in your mouth when it's soft (or semi-hard) to get acquainted. Kiss it. Lick it. You can sweeten things up by applying an edible gel .
5. Mouth off. Slide your lips gently over your teeth for smooth sailing. Most fellatio recipients like lots of spit, but others prefer a drier job, so check in with your partner. Asking quick yes or no questions like "want it dryer?" or "more spit?" can be helpful and hot. Despite your amazing oral sex technique, you aren't a mind-reader, so watch your partner for body language cues.
6. Experiment. You can do more wonderful stuff with your mouth than just suck (and remember--the harder you suck doesn't necessarily mean the better it feels). Mix it up by licking the sensitive underside of the shaft, the nerve-ending- loaded head of the penis, and the testicles. Softly blow on the moistened areas. The combination of sensations will feel incredible.
7. Hands-on. Give your blow job a hand. Grip the cock around the base and slide it up and down, hand-job style, in tandem with your mouth. (Some folks like a tight squeeze, others may not, so check in.) This is great because you can cover a lot of the shaft this way without worrying about taking the whole cock in your mouth. You can concentrate on the super-sensitive head and suck as hard or softly as you'and your partner'like. Use lube for extra slipperiness. A silicone lube like is great for blow jobs: it's concentrated so you only need a tiny bit, it's long-lasting so you won't need to keep stopping to reload, and it doesn't have a distracting taste or smell.
8. Deep throat. Deep-throating the act of taking the entire shaft into your mouth and throat can be cool, but you can give a perfectly stellar blow job without doing so. The key to deep throat is to relax your jaw and throat muscles as much as you can. Otherwise, you trigger the gag reflex.
9. Accessorize. Bring some toys into your routine. Experiment with cock rings, butt plugs, or mini vibrators (like the Finger Fun vibe) for some attention on the testicles and perineum. Hold a Pocket Rocket vibrator against your cheek to add vibrations to your mouth play. Or try sucking on ice or a breath mint to transmit a tingly sensation to your favorite penis. Again, check in with your partner to see how experimental you should be.
10. Get into it. Look at your partner and the ecstacy you have caused! Make eye contact. Show your partner how much you love being down there. Moan, make appreciative noises (a well-placed MMMM! can make for some nice vibration, too), let your partner know how turned on you are. Don't neglect the rest of the body, either stroke, tickle, scratch the thighs, stomach, butt, and everywhere else you can reach.
11. Finish the Job. It is ultimately your choice whether or not to swallow. Your partner's diet, health, habits and frequency of ejaculation will determine the quantity and taste of the ejaculate. The ejaculate of someone who ingests lots of red meat, caffeine, alcohol or cigarettes, may taste more intense than that of a non-smoking vegetarian. The most ejaculate you might encounter is a teaspoonful or so. You have several choices if you aren't crazy about ejaculate, but don't want to hurt anyone's feelings:
• you can take it in your mouth and discreetly deposit into a nearby towel
• as your partner approaches climax, withdraw and finish with your hand.
• you can let your partner come on your body and admire the copious amounts of ejaculate
• you can use a condom
When you're totally focused on giving head, it can be a lot of fun whether it's for power play (your partner's most precious asset is at your mercy), intimacy, or the pure fun of getting someone off. Remember, you should only be performing fellatio on somebody if you're really into it and are able to focus all of your energy on what you're doing. If you're staring at the clock, waiting for it to end, or worrying about the laundry in the dryer, you won't have a good time and your partner will be able to tell you're not into it, which can be distracting, too!
Note: Cum see the best blowjobs on Rude at www.Rude.com/MsBambie - because you'll LOVE what you see!
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I love giving head and this is my fav picture. I guess my guide line to giving head is out the box. So let's see how many men come back and say their woman followed directions and the head is better. |
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Booty Bar None
1:10AM on November 22, 2008
 Booty Bar None
© 2008 Alley Cat Media
The weekend whizzed by us, Ms Bambie and me. My hazy recollection is of a Temecula, Calif. swinger party in the form of a bar take-over on Saturday night, a grueling workout in our home-gym with our personal trainer Spank on Sunday, and back to the grind on Monday.
The first few days of the week found Ms Bambie absorbed in working her various web venues as I enjoyed interacting with Rude’s reigning and regal sensualist, TaQuilla, on other matters. Several days of interfacing with these two poles of searing sexuality and sophisticated sensuality drained me viscerally and in all of the best ways. Both my scrotum and my cerebrum nutted to exhaustion by Wednesday. That’s when it happened.
Ms Bambie sprung it on me Wednesday night after watching “Cindy.” Cindy is a retelling of Cinderella starring Scoey Mitchell and Charlaine Woodard with Nell Ruth Carter and the music of Fats Waller (Yo’ Feets Too Big, The Joint Is Jumpin’). Ms Bambie climbed atop my trunk as I rested supine; she dragged my torpedo from its launch bay and downed it like a cough drop. My meaty muscle flexed upright and strained for a breath to no avail. Ms Bambie owned my sausage pole by then and it was her party. Yippy!
But that wasn’t the surprise. Ms Bambie “Pearl Harbors” my penile appendage often – and with startling regularity. No, the surprise was, well, surprising.
Ms Bambie mopped her tongue up the length of my manhood, stopping at the glans to wrap her tongue’s tip around the corona. She then thrust her throat around my girth without gagging and deep-throated repeatedly. The roof of her mouth massaged my missile gently while robustly she vacuumed cum from deep within my urethra. I swear I could feel her tongue inside my prostate.
She withdrew to my dick’s head and treated it to broad strokes from her tongue. That’s when she told me: “I took out my tongue ring.” Huh? The tongue stud wasn’t there? No wonder the bj felt so differently wonderful. Ms Bambie then cupped my glans with her bottom lip (that famous bottom lip), titillating my dick to numbingly good effect. This went on for nearly a minute while I gripped her and the always-red sheets in an effort at holding onto my ejaculate.
For the first time, I actually tried to feel the tongue stud – or its absence. I believe her tongue was liberated with the stud’s removal. It gyrated while encircling my mast, pulsing and pulling simultaneously. She sucked harder and more aggressively, attempting to force a nutt or three out of me against my will. Yeah, I was feeling it; use me, baby. Use me up. (Credit to Bill Withers.)
Ms Bambie enticed and tempted my gonads for twenty-five minutes with her superior oral skills. I held on, trying to keep up and hold my load at the same time. Pre-cum flooded down the sides of my stalk, my dick’s head delirious with sensations at once perfect and primal.
My nipples saluted the effort at play in my southernmost region. Ms Bambie noticed and clambered up my torso, fastening herself to my nipples. Her tongue did a samba across my pectorals, slap-shooting against the nipples in passing. My senses fired incessantly. Just when my nipples surrendered to exhaustion, Ms Bambie retreated to the pipe below and continued her mastery. I moaned without pause, clawing at the mattress and digging my manicured nails into the crimson-hued linen.
I looked beyond the crown of Ms Bambie’s head and saw the majestic peaks of the ass-almighty (thank you to Rude.com’s Bestchoc for that exceedingly accurate descriptor). The massive muscles of her derriere flexed involuntarily as she kneaded my dick’s length with her oral facilities. The monstrous ass package rippled its authority as Ms Bambie attended to her carnal tasks.
Ms Bambie looked up at me calmly and then took my lips into hers, kissing me with a damp fire that left the two or three hairs on my scalp smoldering. We kissed again, lost in each other, in that moment, at that moment. Again, I attempted to “feel” the stud or its absence to no avail. But the kiss was somehow tastier, sweeter, and more succulent. Was I imagining it?
I pressed Ms Bambie’s body into mine, fixing her 36Ds to my chest and clasping her 45-inch ass-span with my not-quite-large-enough hands. Perfecto. We grinded across our collective pubis gently; call us coffee because we grind so fine. (Sorry. OG talk.)
Rolling away from me, Ms Bambie silently invited me to her favorite position - missionary. I complied. My stealth salami found its way into her and berthed. I planned to be inside for a bit so I made a lunch, dinner and light snacks.
We began our mattress mambo immediately, kissing as we drilled away. Ms Bambie’s pussy was wildly wet, dripping with her juices and warm to the touch. She was SO ready. I placed my hands below her hips and tilted her into an optimal angle. Flattening her pelvis, I plunged deeply within the cavern. Ms Bambie tightened her grip around my dick and locked me into place. Uh oh. I was committed now.
Ms Bambie’s gyrations excited my toenails; my feet curled into a C shape and I raised my penis to the mouth of Ms Bambie’s pussy. I dive-bombed repeatedly as she winced. After a few of these, I settled in for some Old School lovin’. Our bodies undulated in sync as we rode to a shared orgasm. Ms Bambie chimed, “I’m cummin’, I’m cummin’. There it is; right there.” I didn’t look to see if “it” was there; I assumed it must be because I was feeling it, too.
We ejaculated together as I came in a long, steady stream. She gripped me with her pussy’s walls, coaxing additional nutt butter from my testicles. I emptied into her from my gizzards as she continued to vacuum my nutt sac. I could barely walk after that. But I could eat.
Dropping to Ms Bambie’s knees, I licked and mouth-massaged my way up to her kat. Its lips were fully engaged so I licked then kissed them before commencing my assault, er, seduction of Ms Bambie’s clit. I pursed my lips around the hood, soliciting cooperation from the pearl beneath. Her clit peeked through the narrow opening, sizing up my potential. It must have recognized me from last time because it threw the doors open once I spoke my name. It was on.
I remembered a promise made to Rude.com’s Creamy Kupcake. I was to write her name on the inside wall of Ms Bambie’s pussy so others entering would read, “Property of Creamy Kupcake. Take a number, y’all.” I am good for my word. By the time Ms Bambie passed out from her third cunnilingual orgasm, the two promised sentences were posted in Courier, 12 point font, periwinkle (so as not to clash with the light-red tint adorning the honey pot).
Shhhhhh. It’s our secret.
Visit my lover at www.Rude.com/MsBambie - because you’ll LOVE what you see! And visit Ms Bambie’s fantasy at www.Rude.com/Creamy_Kupcake. And, of course, www.Rude.com/TaQuilla (my favorite sensualist and Queen of Rude.com).
Tell ‘em that Calif Style sent ya’.
Calif Style
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anton... |
November 28, 2008 (Report It)
You know i have to tell u, i always enjoy reading ur blog's but dam after reading this you are the man that guys like me look up too. Keep up the great work |
SKILLZ |
November 24, 2008 (Report It)
Very well written my man and about the tongue ring,when my wife take hers out the BJ feels sooo much better to me. |
yourd... |
November 23, 2008 (Report It)
*panting* *salivating* *whimpering* Oh.My.Damn. That has me soo aroused, why haven't I read your blog before? Jiminy Crickets! Excuse me, I need to uh...handle some business.. Gotta goooooo!! |
MzWat... |
November 22, 2008 (Report It)
wow |
Calif... |
November 22, 2008 (Report It)
It was my pleasure and privilege, Creamy. I post these blogs in other sites on the internet, one of which belongs to a friend with a membership of over 50,000 swingers and another belonging to my friend, porn star Kaylani Cream, so you may expect visitors to your Rude spot owing to this promotion. Have 'em take a number, Creamy. (We're working on putting you right there with Ms Bambie, Creamy. It'll be a happy holiday for the two of you.) |
CREAM... |
November 22, 2008 (Report It)
everytime i get a link to ur blogs i have to come check them out. U r such a master at makin me feel like I'm right there with u too. Thank u for keepin ur promise Calif sweetie! (wink wink). |
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Interpersonal relationships on Rude
7:52PM on October 26, 2008
(CalifStyle and Ms Bambie on a flight from Atlanta recently where they attended an art exhibit)
Recent events have brought the subject of internet-based relationships of the Rude sort to my mind. I asked one of my favorite bloggers, TaQuilla at www.Rude.com/TaQuilla, to address the subject from her perspective and experience.
I found this post among Rude's SaxxxandRobert's blogs and asked if I could borrow it. I ran across the text on the internet, subsequently (if you want the URL, send a request via Rude mail to me).
RELATIONSHIPS
Relationships are social associations, connections, or affiliations between two or more people. They vary in differing levels of intimacy and sharing, implying the discovery or establishment of common ground, and may be centered around something(s) shared in common. The study of relationships is of concern to sociology, psychology and anthropology.
Stages of formation
1) Contact:
a) Perceptual - notice how a person looks at the other and their body language.
b) Interactional cues - nodding, maintaining eye contact, etc.
c) Invitational - encouraging the relationship (e.g. asking if they want to meet up later for coffee)
d) Avoidance strategies - if one person discloses and the other does not, minimal response, lack of eye contact, etc.
2) Involvement
a) Feelers - hints or questions (ex. asking about family)
b) Intensifying strategies - further the relationship (ex. meeting old friend, bringing the other to meet family, becoming more affectionate, etc.)
c) Public - seen in public together often (ex. if in a romantic relationship, may be holding hands)
3) Intimacy - very close, may have exchanged some sort of personal belonging or something that represents further commitment. (ex. may be a promise ring in a romantic relationship or a friendship necklace symbolizing two people are best friends)
4) Deterioration - things start to fall apart. In a romantic relationship, typically after approximately six months, people are out of what is sometimes referred to as the "honeymoon stage", NRE, or limerence and start to notice flaws. The way this is addressed determines the fate of the relationship.
Types of interpersonal relationships
Kinship relationships, including family relationships, being related to someone else by blood (consanguinity), e.g. fatherhood, motherhood; or through marriage (affinity), e.g. father-in-law, mother-in-law, uncle by marriage, aunt by marriage.
Formalized intimate relationships or long term relationships through law and public ceremony, e.g. marriage and civil union.
Non-formalized intimate relationships or long term relationships such as loving relationships or romantic relationships with or without living together; the other person is often called lover, boyfriend or girlfriend (not to be confused with just a male or female friend), or significant other. If the partners live together, the relationship may be similar to marriage, and the other person may be called husband or wife. In Scottish law they are so regarded by common law after a time. Long term relationships in other countries are often erroneously called common law marriages, although they have no special status in law. Mistress is a somewhat old fashioned term for a female lover of a man who is married to another woman, or of an unmarried man. She may even be an official mistress (in French ma�tresse en titre); an example is Madame de Pompadour.
Soulmates, individuals who are intimately drawn to one another through a favorable meeting of the minds and who find mutual acceptance and understanding with one another. Soulmates may feel themselves bonded together for a lifetime; and, hence, they may be sexual partners but not necessarily.
Casual relationships, relationships extending beyond one night stands that exclusively consist of sexual behavior, the participants of which may be known as friends with benefits when limited to considering sexual intercourse or sexual partners in a wider sense.
Platonic love is an affectionate relationship into which the sexual element does not enter, especially in cases where one might easily assume otherwise.
Friendship, which consists of mutual love, trust, respect, and unconditional acceptance, and usually implies the discovery or establishment of common ground between the individuals involved; see also internet friendship and pen pal.
Brotherhood and sisterhood, individuals united in a common cause or having a common interest, which may involve formal membership in a club, organization, association, society, lodge, fraternity or sorority. This type of interpersonal relationship also includes the comradeship of fellow soldiers in peace or war.
Partners or coworkers in a profession, business, or a common workplace.
Participation in a community, for example, a community of interest or practice.
Association, simply being introduced to someone or knowing who they are by interaction.
Factors
The discovery or establishment of common ground between individuals is a fundamental component for enduring interpersonal relationships. Loss of common ground, which may happen over time, may tend to end interpersonal relationships.
For each relationship type, essential skills are needed, and without these skills more advanced relationships are not possible. Systemic coaching advocates a hierarchy of relationships, from friendship to global order. Expertise in each relationship type (in this hierarchy) requires the skills of all previous relationship types. (For example, partnership requires friendship and teamwork skills).
Interpersonal relationships through consanguinity and affinity can persist despite the absence of love, affection, or common ground. When these relationships are in prohibited degrees, sexual intimacy in them would be the taboo of incest.
Marriage and civil union are relationships reinforced and regularized by their legal sanction to be "respectable" building blocks of society. In the United States the de-criminalization of homosexual sexual relations in the landmark Supreme Court decision, Lawrence v. Texas (2003) facilitated the "mainstreaming" of gay long term relationships, and broached the possibility of the legalization of same-sex marriages in that country.
In intimate relationships there is often, but not always, an implicit or explicit agreement that the partners will not have sex with someone else - monogamy. The extent to which physical intimacy with other people is accepted may vary. For example, a husband may be more receptive to his wife being physically affectionate with her female friend if she has one, other than with her male friend (see also jealousy).
In friendship there is some transitivity: one may become a friend of an existing friend's friend. However, if two people have a sexual relationship with the same person, they may be competitors rather than friends. Accordingly, sexual behavior with the sexual partner of a friend may damage the friendship. See love triangle.
Sexual relations between two friends may alter that relationship by either "taking it to the next level" or severing it. Sexual partners may also be friends: the sexual relationship may either enhance or depreciate the friendship.
The rise of popular psychology has led to an explosion of concern about one's interpersonal relationships (often simply called: "relationships"). Intimate relationships receive particular attention in this context, but Sociology recognizes many other interpersonal links of greater or less duration and/or significance.
Relationships are not necessarily healthy. Unhealthy examples include abusive relationships and codependence.
Sociologists recognize a hierarchy of forms of activity and interpersonal relations, which divides them into: behavior, action, social behavior, social action, social contact, social interaction and finally social relation.
Theories
Social psychology has several approaches to the subject of interpersonal relationships, among them closure and also trust, as trust between parties can be mutual. This may lead to enduring relationships.
Social exchange theory interprets relationships in terms of exchanged benefits. The way people feel about relationships will be influenced by the rewards of the relationship, as well as rewards they may potentially receive in alternate relationships.
Systemic coaching analyzes relationships as expressions of our human need to love and be loved. Relationships can be confused by transferences, entanglements and substitution. Systemic coaching offers solutions for many relationship difficulties.
Equity theory is based on criticism of social exchange theory. Proponents argue that people care more than just maximizing rewards, they also want fairness and equity in their relationships.
Relational dialectics is based on the idea that a relationship is not a static entity. Instead, a relationship is a continuing process, always changing. There is constant tension as three main issues are negotiated: autonomy vs. connection, novelty vs. predictability, and openness vs. closedness.
Attachment styles are a completely different way of analyzing relationships. Proponents of this view argue that attachment styles developed in childhood continue to be influential throughout adulthood, influencing the roles people take on in relationships.
Socionics and some other theories of psychological compatibility consider interpersonal relationships as at least partly dependent on psychological types of partners.
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December 02, 2008 (Report It)
Know the enemy and know thyself and fight a hundred battles with no danger of defeat. - Sun Wu-tzu, Art of War |
anton... |
October 31, 2008 (Report It)
Good point and i believe people need to find out were they stand with others |
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October 28, 2008 (Report It)
Excellent points! I'll blog tomorrow regarding my insight. |
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Nyomi Banxxx and her Birthday Bash
3:46PM on October 19, 2008
 Ms Bambie and I were invited VIP guests at the birthday bash for the gorgeous Nyomi Banxxx this past weekend. Nyomi was one of the Ebony Queens of Porn in my Naughty Gurlz booth at Erotica L.A. 2007 (the other Ebony Queens of Porn were Kaylani Cream, Busty Ms. Panther, and Miss Simone; the concept was the brainchild of the sexy, creative Kaylani Cream: see photos from that event in my Pix section at www.Rude.com/CalifStyle).
We arrived early (11-ish) with Ms Bambie's Pussy Posse and they kicked the party off by dancing in our booth, the neighboring booth, and all over the dance area. They danced alone, with each other, and with anyone who dared to come to the dance floor. Servers from other areas approached me on three or four occasions asking if I could send my girls to their area to liven things up. As usual, Ms Bambie was in the thick of it, the center of it, and all around the creamy filling of it.
Nyomi walked up, scanned our booth (we were invited from our VIP section to hers) and screamed my name. She strolled over to me and hugged the breath out of my chest, planting a tongue-reinforced kiss on my neck as she oohed me, rubbing her palm over my polished scalp. We posed for a few photos and then she saw Ms Bambie's luminous smile followed by the famous Bambie boobage and massive ass. "Hi, Ms Bambie," Nyomi sighed as she and Ms Bambie embraced. Nyomi reached around and squeezed Ms Bambie's ass cheeks and said, "Oooohh, it's so soft," smiling luxuriantly.
Nyomi is as sophisticated as she is sexy, as classy as she is seductive, and as gracious as she is gorgeous. I maintain that she is the most beautiful woman in porn and one of a rare few in that industry to cross over successfully. She works in the mainstream media as an all-purpose, sought-after model while holding court on the box covers of some of the hottest porn videos on the planet. Nyomi is effective in both glamour and ghetto porn, with her exceptional beauty and regal bearing reigning in a field fraught with one-minute wonders.
Nyomi then saw Pink Shorts (wearing a black body-dress tonight), with whom she had not hung out since Erotica L.A. last year, and they hugged and mugged for the camera. Other members of Ms Bambie's Pussy Posse - Michelle (in the purple dress), Denise (in the white top and blue jeans), and Pink Shirt (in the brown and white dress) - raced to get in on the photo opportunity with the stunning Nyomi Banxxx (see the photo gallery at www.Rude.com/MsBambie). Pink Shorts commented that Nyomi is her favorite among the porn universe because she is so real, approachable and down to earth. Nyomi is all that and more - and, of course, Nyomi is a wet dream's dream.
Later, we shared birthday cake with Nyomi and continued dancing into the night. Ms Bambie, Denise and I left at 4 a.m.; Pink Shorts and the others in Ms Bambie's Pussy Posse stayed until 7 a.m., leaving only to get breakfast. A few of Ms Bambie's fans came through to take photos with her. We'll post, later in the week, those and other photos from Nyomi's birthday bash (it's been a long weekend).
(c) 2008 Alley Cat Media
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Sounds like every1 had a good time. I like the voyeur in you. **gigglz! |
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Ms Bambie swings at Maria's Ndeavours
6:32AM on October 14, 2008
Ms Bambie swingin’ through the weekend at Maria’s Ndeavours
© 2008 Alley Cat Media
Dateline: September 27, 2008
Rude.com’s YELLADICKGIVER wrote to Ms Bambie, “How's your weekend?” Since he asked, and everyone wants to know, here is the climax of Ms Bambie’s weekend:
Ms Bambie and I attended a swinger party in Los Angeles, near LAX, on Saturday night. Two members of our Naughty Gurlz Parties swinger group met us there for a SwingatMariasNdeavours inter-ethnic party. My friend, Maria the Hawaiian Heat, hosts these parties monthly in Los Angeles and every other week in San Diego. Maria has one of the largest interracial, internet-based swinger groups around with over 50,000 members worldwide.
Ms Bambie rummaged through her walk-in closet and emerged wearing black, skin-tight pants painted onto her curvaceous lower trunk and her sculpted legs. One could get dizzy following the contours of her southern extremities, seasick even, just by letting the mind’s eye roll along her anatomical hills and valleys.
Begin with the gluteal enormousness once called gluteus maximus but, thanks to Rude.com’s Bestchoc, is now known as Ass Almighty. Cartographers know it as Great Mountain of the Massive Ass, a dense, expansive and fortified structure higher than Mount Whitney. The rare air atop that monster of muscularity makes the descent to the femoral biceps (back of her thighs) a thrill ride the rival of anything that Six Flags Over Texas might offer.
Your eyes ski down the chocolate slopes into the small of her knee and then slingshot across her gastrocnemius muscles. Centripetal forces hold you into the descent leading to the Achilles tendon and ‘round the heel. You envision the Hershey’s syrup sweating down her inner thighs and your mouth moistens.
We strut into Maria’s party early, as is my custom, bringing with us Tim and Laria from our swinger group (“Tim” and “Laria” are pseudonyms). Tim is 40-ish, slender, tall and easy going with brown hair and eyes. An ex-Marine (if there is such a thing as an ex-Marine), he carries himself quietly forceful. Ms Bambie, who is turned on by blond hair/blue eyed white guys is taken by Tim’s strong good looks, considers his presentation and speculates as to his “package.” She expects that he is not packin’ much.
Laria is a stout, shapely lady, Asian ethnically, with intelligence written all over her countenance. She is seductive without effort and thick in all of the best, sexiest ways. Laria wears a kimono-influenced dressing gown that hugs her form to wondrous and flattering effect. She is bejeweled in stunning gold chains and rings. Hungry eyes follow her as she crosses the room.
Ms Bambie, after chatting in the sitting room for an hour, retires to one of the bedrooms in the suite to get the party started – with me. As we begin our passionate mattress dance, Tim and Laria begin theirs in the bed next to ours. We like nothing better than serious swingers who come to play, not parry.
Ms Bambie and I are not the focus of this story so I’ll spare you the details. It is Tim and Ms Bambie about whom I want to report.
After dispatching me with her usual efficiency, Ms Bambie showers and looks for Tim. He has deposited himself in the sitting room while Laria and I engage one another in a sizzling liaison that began with succulent fellatio, tenderly rendered. As Laria licks cream remnants from my spigot, Ms Bambie enters the room with Tim in tow. His dick is already battling its girding as his eyes lust after Ms Bambie’s demolition derriere.
Tim falls to the bed, undressing as he alights. Ms Bambie, already naked with bulging, buffed vulva follows Tim, landing across his trunk. Tim’s pole stiffens to full mast and Ms Bambie swallows it in one gulp. Tim gasps as his legs lock. They are off to the races.
Ms Bambie towels Tim’s dick with her tongue, gums and lips expertly, his dick pulsing repeatedly under the assault. His penile veins bulge as Tim’s dick battles for parity in what is Ms Bambie’s turf clearly. Laria and I, in the adjacent bed, are so busy attending to each other that we have to steal glances at Ms Bambie and Tim performing their own mattress mambo next to us.
Ms Bambie moans and sighs as she entertains her salivary glands with Tim’s pre-cum delights; Tim simply moans. Rallying a few minutes into it, Tim wraps his lips around Ms Bambie’s vulva majora. Tim tickles the pussy’s lips with his tongue while working his way to Ms Bambie’s honey hole (not to be mistaken for the Hershey tunnel). Ms Bambie accommodates Tim by straddling his face in the classic 69 position done right. Her pussy is dripping dew and Tim slurps while swallowing; he doesn’t miss a drop. Ms Bambie is impressed.
Twenty minutes into the 69, Tim pulls Ms Bambie from his stalk and flattens her into the missionary position. Ms Bambie flexes her thighs and ratchets her knees up to her ears – “Cum to me, sweetie. Put it right here,” says she. Tim inserts himself and throttles into gear. Tim’s dick swells with excitement and Ms Bambie’s eyes widen – WTF? From where did he get all THAT dick? “It wasn’t there a minute ago,” she seems to say. Tim unfurled his stealth missile to Ms Bambie’s amazement – and appreciation.
He whispers to her, “I don’t cum so I don’t want you to think it’s you. I never cum.” Of course, Ms Bambie takes that as a challenge. Tim begins the piston thrusts and Ms Bambie holds on as his massive meat monster catches her by surprise completely as it continues to engorge. She says to herself again, WTF? Tim is masterful and loving…yeah, loving. He says to her how beautiful she is, repeatedly, and his eyes drip with longing. Ms Bambie smiles at the adoration but focuses on the task at hand. Less talk, more action.
With Ms Bambie’s legs now outstretched and toes pointing skyward, Tim tilts forward onto his toes and bangs away. Ms Bambie bends into a pretzel in response to Tim’s charge, her body forming a letter V. Onlookers roll in and out of the room awaiting their turn with the sexy Ms Bambie but Tim ain’t nearly done. It’s passed the hour mark and he’s going strong.
Slowing to a walk, Tim removes himself from Ms Bambie and drags her ass wagon to the edge of the bed. Once situated, he licks her clit vigorously, dragging his tongue gingerly across the length of her pussy. Tim inserts his tongue deeply into Ms Bambie’s joy tunnel as if searching for a lost watch, jewelry or rare coins. He plunges his tongue so deeply that the back of his throat echoes the sounds of Tim sipping Ms Bambie’s sensuous Moët.
Tim’s wood returns so he remounts Ms Bambie as they round the 90-minute mark. He’s stroking with authority and Ms Bambie, obviously still in awe, holds on and keeps up. Tim layers Ms Bambie’s neck and face with wet kisses, searching eagerly for her mouth. Alas, Ms Bambie kisses only me so Tim’s efforts are deflected. Unfazed, Tim continues the endearments as he tenderizes Ms Bambie’s passion fruit further.
Switch reels. They change positions again and Ms Bambie is back into fellatio, deep-throating Tim’s sausage without gagging. Tim requites Ms Bambie by burying his head in her cum canal. Their bodies link together as they rock the bed and roll the room. They match stroke for stroke, lick for lick, slurp for slurp, and then Tim grabs Ms Bambie’s waist, twisting her into the ass-backward position known as Doggy Style.
Tim grips her hips firmly and plugs Ms Bambie’s juice pot with his pole. He rams her from the rear with a steady, long-pull motion that drags his dick out to its head before plunging into Ms Bambie’s happy harbor, cozying up to his pubis. Ms Bambie buries her head in the sheets as Tim has his way with that pussy. Tim has found the golden ring and ain’t lettin’ go.
Tim pounds away for what seems an eternity before shifting positions again, this time to the cowgirl. Ms Bambie mounts her steed and heads for them thar hills. Riding rambunctiously, Ms Bambie bounds valiantly with her arms held akimbo, later raising them to her head with her elbows cupping her ears. Her spine undulates as an erotic snake in the midst of a seizure, rocking Tim’s resolve.
Over her shoulder, Ms Bambie vets my technique with Laria. We’re embraced in a 77 (spoon) position nearing the end of our event. I am scant minutes away from my own terminal action, pushing my rod as deeply into Laria from the rear as her internal architecture will allow. We are one unit making something as unlikely as love at a swinger party; the heat sizzles from our bed and our own passion immolates us. Unfortunately, this isn’t our anecdote. Pity. It would be a hot one.
Tim flips Ms Bambie back into missionary. Ms Bambie then locks her thighs, trapping Tim’s dick in her juicy pussy’s cavern and rapidly pounds up into him. Yeah, Ms Bambie is now fucking HIM. Just when you thought you’d seen it all. Tim contorts his face in a pleasant way and drives for the advantage. Ms Bambie is in charge now, though. Tim stiffens suddenly in the peculiar rigor mortis of ejaculation. His nutts drain into his condom as he embraces Ms Bambie’s ass and waist with whole arms, exhaling loudly. Tim paints Ms Bambie’s neck with his kisses, massaging her collar with his lips as he savors the orgasm.
Tim apologizes for cumming. Ms Bambie smiles knowingly. They are one for one; this is his first time cumming at a party. This is her first time falling to a stereotype; never again for her. She is now impressed dutifully.
Ms Bambie rises, thanks Tim, then sets off to shower and seek out her next victim. Ms Bambie strides through the sitting room and throws the entire assemblage off-balance. The perfect form of her thighs and ass package drops jaws along her route and fixes many a gaze in her direction. The girl sizzles even as she struts.
Next?
It’s hotter at www.Rude.com/MsBambie - because you’ll LOVE what you see!
Read more of my erotic blogs at www.Rude.com/CalifStyle/blog - each story is true (admitting to just a hint of artistic license).
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Lost...and don't wanna be found
4:49AM on September 21, 2008
Lost…
© 2008 Alley Cat Media
We invited Ms Bambie’s fans into our bed again last night. After some amiable conversation, we entertained them with a short presentation of sexual congress. Then we slept.
The next night, Ms Bambie had a taste for Mexican food so we made our way to a favored spot down the road. The drive was uneventful. We entered the restaurant to the applause of all eyes she encountered. The hostess flirted with Ms Bambie lightly as she seated us. Everyone wants some Ms Bambie, it seems.
Her eyes scan the menu in search of that one offering sure to sate her appetite. Liquid eyes in which one swims - Ms Bambie's ocular globes emit an innocent luminescence as they stare into the soul of the computer's monitor and, by extension, into the lust cavities of her legions. Eyes big, bright and endearing reach out from Ms Bambie's countenance to ensnare her fans, friends and enemies. We're all caught in her gaze. Some cozy up to her; others balk but few run. Most lay back quietly attending to their requirements manually and sparing their keyboards. No ratings, favorites or buddy lists for them, just the service rendered, the release and then on to their quotidian tasks. I adore being the one she chooses to freeze in her sights.
The tortilla chips are cold and hard but saved - just - by a zesty salsa. Ms Bambie lets me have the first few, I guess using me as a test dummy. Seeing that I survived the cardboard chips, Ms Bambie wades in chomping, chewing and chasing the chips with salsa. The girl must have 48 teeth rather than the conventional 32 because it's not physically possible to have a smile that bright with any fewer of the pearly whites. Ms Bambie must have cornered the market on Pearl Drops back in the days before bleaching, dental implants, veneers and Zoom. Ms Bambie is quick to smile and enjoys beaming that smile to all onlookers. Her famous grill is what welcomes folks into Ms Bambie's room. And the genuine warmth of that smile keeps us cummin'.
Ms Bambie is decked out in a smart pair of grey, pin striped gaucho trousers. Her ass is arc-welded to the trousers so tightly that one imagines the distress of a completely distended balloon hugging the air around which it is stretched. As we entered the restaurant, eyes followed the movement of that famous ass-span all the way to our booth. The hips rolled generously down the aisles, gripping the seat in its muscled crack as she landed the massive ass mass as might one land a jumbo jet pumped up on steroids. Planted in place, Ms Bambie's booty spreads across the seat's cushion and imposes on my space. I don't complain. Super booty is a good thing - especially when attached to Ms Bambie.
She tops the pants with a tasteful grey blouse that clings to her form from the waist to the boobs and then relaxes its hold. The boobs are magnets for the attention of the guy in the booth across the way. He attempts boldly to eat them with his eyes without alerting his date; he fails. His date abuses him with her attitude. Ms Bambie's breasts escape the clutch of the blouse effectively. All eyes are on them...uh, her. We all hope she drips food, anything, onto those gorgeous bubbles so we can take turns lapping it off. After all, we are gentlemen...and gentle ladies.
But the lips...aw, those lips. I am lost in Ms Bambie's lips. They envelop my tongue and massage my penis. The bottom lip is particularly noteworthy. It is long enough for her to lick her knees without bending; I've seen her wrap that lip around basketballs and toss them full court. Ms Bambie lowers the lips onto her plate and vacuums away the victuals. The lips together purse to lavish the sweetest kisses. Better than sex are those kisses. .
I am lost in Ms Bambie's lips. And I don't want to be found.
See what I'm talkin' about at www.Rude.com/MsBambie - because you'll LOVE what you see!
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I understand... |
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That's my gurl,, Ms Ass Almighty"... sexy self |
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Very Nice your Blogs are off the chains |
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I am loving this picture of Ms. Bambie...She is one sexy lady |
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thats a hot woman u got |
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This photo is of Ms Bambie partying at Club Poetry in Las Vegas recently. She did live and group shows from there and featured her Pussy Posse of four other bodacious babes. See photos on her page: www.Rude.com/MsBambie...and send your friends. |
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she is so damn hot! |
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Long time cummin': Ms Bambie and Mimi
10:10PM on September 17, 2008
Long time cummin: Ms Bambie and Mimi
© 2008 Alley Cat Media
Ms Bambie licked the last few globules of cum from my stalk as we finished some exhausting lovin. I spent forty minutes at the beginning of this session tongue-mopping her honey hole and chasing her clit as would the Sheriff of Nottingham chase Robin Hood (Hood, get it? Clit. Hood. Never mind.) in Sherwood Forest. After orally dragging three howlers from Ms Bambies innards, I harpooned that pussy with my passion-infused dragon. The down-thrusts from that angry helmet-head lacerated Ms Bambies anterior perineum but that didnt stop meor her. The lovin was great and getting greater; we could arrange for triage after the last nutt. Twenty minutes into this second operation she decided to cum and I opted to cum with her. After all, them's the best nutts. (sic)
Beads of perspiration adorned my forehead as I considered my treasure, the sought-after Ms Bambie. I glided my palm around the contours of her perfectly shaped gluteal mass; imposing, doubled mounds of smooth chocolate perfection. Ms Bambies butter shivered at my touch and then quieted. Amused at the sight of our cum dripping from the lips of her pussy, I wondered, What would she see as a cherry atop this cake?
Ms Bambie is always at the top of her game when it comes to sex and she is always hornylucky me. But this night she smiled as she swallowed the last of my semen and muttered, I want me some Mimi.
Anything for my Ms Bambie. Make no mistake, Ms Bambie loves some good dick but sometimes, often times, she wants some pussy in her grill to round things out. At that moment, Rudes Mimicakes1 was on her mind. Smokey Robinson serenaded the night with Come To Me Soon. Luther Vandross called Smokey Robinson the Shakespeare of Soul; he had it SO right.
Mimicakes1 (Mimi) accepted our invitation to come for a sleepover. It was Mimis first time at our home and Ms Bambie wanted it to be memorable. We arranged for them to use the master bedroom while I moderated the broadcast to their Rude.com voyeur house from our office downstairs.
Ms Bambie had the lights in the foyer dimmed when Mimi arrived. This was to set the mood for the clit-licking firestorm that was to ensue. Mimi smiled faintly as she walked through the door, nervous visibly while at the same time excited at being in the presence of Ms Bambie and Ms Bambies 45-inch ass-span.
They kissed at the door and again at the foot of the stairs that lead up to the master bedroom. With the second kiss, Ms Bambie leaned in, wrapping her tongue around Mimis tonsils and pulling Mimi closely, tightly, to her. Their bodies joined as their flesh gripped one at the other. Ms Bambie enveloped Mimis ample waistline with her left arm and gripped firmly Mimis derriere (uh, ass cheeks for the differently literate among us) with her right hand. Mimi was lifted onto her toes allowing Ms Bambie to finger Mimi delicately. Mimi let a soft moan slip from her throat past Ms Bambies tongue. The sight and sound got me hard. That was my clue that it was goin down tonight definitely.
The chocolate, bubble-butted duo ambled up the stairs entangled in each other, stripping away their outer garments as they went. Their asses masses painted a shadow above that darkened the ceiling lights; they presented two full moons in a total eclipse. My lip drooled as my third leg, my favorite and the largest of the three (you know the one), stiffened again in anticipation.
Reduced to dental floss and parachutes (dental floss in place of g-strings, parachutes to hangar those HUGE mammary lollypops geez, do I have to explain everything?), they set up for the hot tub. Ms Bambie prepared the cameras and tripods; Mimi prepared her pussy. Leon Haywood egged them on with Im Gonna Do Something Freaky To You. Alright, people, sing along if you know the words.
Ms Bambie and Mimi devoured each other with their eyes, ogling back and forth as might school girls who only just discovered their lesbian predilections. I heard the incessant, prepubescent giggling wafting from upstairs and enticing me in the office. My imagination soared as I pictured these thigh-blessed vixens wrapping those hips and hooters around one another. It was a couple hours before the Rude.com group show was scheduled to begin and I was already hitting that fifth star to rate them and reaching for the tip button. A long, steamy night beckoned
I could hear Mimi licking Ms Bambies nipples, broad-stroking those 38Ds with the flat of her tongue, flicking moisture with each pass. My minds eye crossed as it envisioned Ms Bambie pressing Mimi into her breasts, smothering her areolas with the insides of Mimis thin lips. I could almost hear the soft report of undergarments landing on the Berber carpet that floors our master bathroom, leading inevitably to the tidal waves that occur when thunderous ass packages intrude on still waters. Ms Bambie hummed to Curtis Mayfield leading The Impressions as they sang, Never Let Me Go. Theres nothing like Old School to get the feeling across, I always say.
Its Eddie Murphys fault. His song, Put Your Mouth On Me, almost certainly influenced those women. The entire second story of our home swayed as Ms Bambie and Mimi cavorted in the oversized hot tub upstairs. I listened with my gonads as the cameras eye captured and enjoyed the ablutions above me. By now, Ms Bambie had taken charge and pinned Mimis back to the rear wall of the tub. Ms Bambie most certainly was mouth-mangling Mimis sizeable breasts, tossing her nipples to and fro with abandon and relish. I heard Mimi sighing uncontrollably, probably owing to Ms Bambies oral facility. Ms Bambie can make a teat think its a clitoris and she can milk cum or a reasonable facsimile thereof - from both at will.
Pete, Ms Bambies favorite dildo, was slammed hard against the tubs wall, forced into service at the height of the Ms Bambie-Mimi-athon. Ms Bambie, kneeling in the water, encircled Pete with her mouth as Mimi assaulted Ms Bambies pussy from the rear. The water retreated and watched, mouth open in awe and envy. About half an hour into this, the distinctive sound of voluminous water displacement signaled that Mimi was now on her back and Ms Bambie was neck deep in Mimis sugar well. Mimi moaned, shrieked and cried alternately as Ms Bambie rode the pussy home. I know that the camera did not blink; it was probably rubbing its own nutt out at the goings on in that tub.
I grew faint as I tried to work downstairs. The blood draining into my tool robbed my brain of vital supply. My member was untying my shoes it was so hard. And they upstairs continued the sexual assaults upon my mind. Janet Jackson was singing to me about Control. Hell, I just wanted someone to swallow this nutt I was packin. My preferred cum-in-mouth girl was preoccupied at that moment with Mimis clit in her mouth.
The ladies frolicked for another hour or so and introduced Purple Jeff to the world (a gift to Ms Bambie from Rude.coms MrNiceDee). Ms Bambie forced Mimis nutt factory into overtime as she dragged nutt after nutt after nutt from Mimi. Ms Bambie was horny and hungry; Mimi was both beneficiary and victim. Some people have all the luck.
Now it was Rude group show time and I was so ready for some Ms Bambie. It was all I could do to moderate the house. The sounds emanating from Ms Bambie and Mimi engaged in their lustful intercourse kept my penis doing the mambo in my trousers. I could hear Ms Bambie locked between Mimis thighs, slurping her way up through Mimis joy tunnel to Mimis throat. Mimis deep grunts let me know that Ms Bambie was achieving major successes along the way.
The group show and the attendant voyeur houses were well-received. The ladies were hits. After the cameras went dark and The Temptations sang the Smokey Robinson song, "Backstage (from their Reunion cd)," Ms Bambie and Mimi nestled into each others arms to sleep. I retired to the family room downstairs to watch movies on our over
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It seems that much of the editing of my blogs (commas, apostrophes, for example) are missing along with part of the copy. In this blog, the last couple of paragraphs disappeared as well as much of the punctuation. It is the same with the other blogs, too. What gives? |
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That was some hot shit right there! |
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DAMN now that is hot, they say two heads are better than one and two sexy ass woman licking and suck on each other DAMN |
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Just a Creamy said u can soak the panties |
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can u say soaked panties!
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dammm that was hot.... got me wett as hell reading it.. thanks sweetie |
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Ms Bambie and Dimplez: Birthday Booty
2:26AM on July 25, 2008
Songs in the Key of Bi-Sex
© 2008 Alley Cat Media
Ms Bambie and I invited our girlfriend Dimplez to Southern California, from her home in Central California, to fete Dimplez' 20th birthday. Dimplez flew into Long Beach Airport on Friday night with a swinger party at our home planned for Saturday night. Of course, neither Dimplez nor the always horny Ms Bambie could wait that long to play.
These two freaks began on the drive home from the airport: the teasing, touching and tantalizing heated the backseat of my vehicle and glued my attention to the rearview mirror. Naturally, Ms Bambie was the aggressor.
I hear Smokey Robinson speaking to them, “Baby, let’s cruise away from here.” “…and if you want it you got it forever…” Dayum. Ms Bambie has Dimplez’ leg up in the air as we drive the 105 freeway, draped over Ms Bambie’s back as Ms Bambie devours Dimplez’ monkey. Ms Bambie is sucking on that jelly roll like it’s Friday Night Dinner at the Midnight Mission. The sound of the moans emanating from Dimplez pump my dick into a blue steel erection – I could cut diamonds with it. I have two hands and my third leg on the wheel of the car driving erratically. I’m less concerned with cops than with Ms Bambie igniting a firestorm in the backseat.
Dimplez came violently about ten minutes into the passionate entanglement, cursing and kicking the back of my seat as she grabbed Ms Bambie in a head lock. Ms Bambie couldn’t stop now even if she had a mind to stop. Dimplez thumped against the rear-seat head restraints with her head as Ms Bambie continued her assault on Dimplez’ pussy. Dimplez pleaded for Ms Bambie to stop, then “don’t stop.” Make up your mind, girl.
We pulled onto the 605 freeway en route to our suburban retreat with Dimplez now fully-reclined in the back seat and Ms Bambie licking sparks from Dimplez’ clit. The “Mmm, mmm, good” chorus from the Campbell Soup(r) commercials came to mind as I heard Ms Bambie hum as she worked her business, Hmmmm. Hmmmm. Hmmmm. Uh huh.
Dimplez held Ms Bambie by the shoulder and then reached for Ms Bambie’s bouncing, full D-cups for reassurance. Ms Bambie’s nipples stood at attention and Dimplez embraced them with her mouth, licking and sucking alternately. Dimplez drooled all over those huge breasts as Ms Bambie sucked and lapped the lining out of Dimplez’ pussy.
Silk sang Freak Me as Ms Bambie and Dimplez became reacquainted: “Let me lick you up and down til you say stop. Let me play with ya’ body, baby, make you real hot. Let me do all the things you want me to do. Cause tonight, baby, I wanna get freaky with you.” The lyrics repeated in my head as I listened to the ecstasy rising to my rear.
The car floated from lane to lane and slid from side to side as Ms Bambie fogged forcefully the side and rear windows – thankfully. I have a light tint on the windows and the lust-driven fog kept passersby and gawkers out.
As we pulled through the gates to the house and up the driveway to the garage, Dimplez had cum repeatedly and was nearly sobbing with joy. Sweat poured from her brows and the back seat had the look of a wading pool. Ms Bambie had not even broken a sweat. She was gearing up for the real business inside.
They were embraced all the way into the house and up the stairs, kissing and fondling without pause, discarding garments along the way. The luggage was left to me to handle. Such is the life of the boyfriend of two young, sexy, bisexual freaks. I thought to myself, “He ain’t ya boyfriend, he ain’t ya husband. Just somebody you can call when your body needs a fix. He’ll put you in that mix. Then you’ll hear him askin’, ‘What’s my name?’ Say my name: Splackavellie.” Aw, yes. Pressha had it right. My turn was coming but not yet; not now.
My two women reached the second-floor landing in complete undress and headed for the shower. Picture two chocolate thick-shakes, pussy lips bulging and asses flexing for days, in hot pursuit of one another – and headed for the shower. This was a Kodak® Moment ™ if ever there was one. I collected my camera and prepared for greatness (or, at the very least, a good show).
By the time the water hit the shower floor, Ms Bambie had Dimplez pinned against the shower wall. Ms Bambie turned Dimplez to face the wall and kneeled against Dimplez’ plump ass. Ms Bambie then spread Dimplez’ ass cheeks and dutifully inserted her tongue, then her mouth. Dimplez squealed and attempted to grip the Italian marble tile with her fingertips. Ms Bambie lifted the ass cheeks up and out of the way and went to work. Dimplez danced a Samba in place as Ms Bambie sucked at the pussy’s lips and massaged the perineum orally. Dimplez almost screamed as she came again. Dang, how much cum can a body dispense?
My camera had a hard on at this so, to calm it down, I snapped some shots. See Ms Bambie’s pics at www.Rude.com/MsBambie. Ms Bambie posted four sets of ten each: forty hot photographs for your Rude pleasure. And some of the photos are of them actually showering!
The shower water must have had an erection, too, as it stopped several times mid-descent to observe the goings-on. The water blushed a torridly hot, red hue (or maybe that was the crimson red towel hanging by the shower).
Ms Bambie flipped Dimplez around and gently sucked Dimplez’ breasts, rubbing softly on Dimplez’ clit and pubis while dragging her tongue from nipple to nipple. They kissed again, one of those long, languid, lost kisses about which we sometimes hear but rarely see. Their tongues must have visited the stomachs of the other as the guttural sounds enhanced the event. Cum dripped from their chins as they updated Ms Bambie’s usual ablution, covering Ms Bambie’s nose and cheeks and encircling Dimplez’ mouth with the creamy nutt nectar.
Dimplez stumbled from the shower, at once exhausted and exhilarated. Ms Bambie trailed with her hand on Dimplez’ ass as her finger searched for the entrance to Dimplez’ joy tunnel. Ms Bambie, clearly, was not done.
Climbing onto the bed’s custom-made mattress, Dimplez hauled herself up to the head of the bed. I guess she expected to watch a movie or chat. Guess again. Ms Bambie was hot and bothered; there was going to be some powerful lovin’ going down this night.
I could hear Next singing, “You got the love that I want (the love you want). You got the love that I need (the love you need). Girl, it’s so smooth and so creamy, you got that butta love. Oh, baby.” Butta Love. Yeah, that’s what it was. Butta Love. Sing along if you know the lyrics.
The night was young. The view from the window of our master bedroom lulled us into a sense of calm. The lights from the valley below us winked and glared as we settled in for the evening’s pleasantries.
Dimplez took the initiative and reached for Ms Bambie as Ms Bambie approached the bed, kissing her lightly upon the lips and then wrapping her tongue around Ms Bambie’s tongue. The tug-of-tongues was hot and unexpected. Dimplez then pulled Ms Bambie onto the bed, planting a kiss on her neck before latching onto Ms Bambie’s nipples. The teat-fest went on for several minutes with Ms Bambie taking her turn at moaning and writhing. Dimplez worked her tongue down Ms Bambie’s ample frame to the belly button, then to the clit. Dimplez buried her face in Ms Bambie’s pussy as she made love with Ms Bambie’s clit, licking long strokes from the bottom of the pussy’s length to the clit’s hood. Steam rose from the two visibly and hung at the ceiling.
Ms Bambie’s powerful thighs gripped Dimplez by the cup of her ass cheeks, pressing her deeper into Ms Bambie’s throbbing pussy. Cum cream splattered about as Ms Bambie howled to announce her orgasm. They rolled to the side and continued, varying only in pace and place. “Good lovin’, body rockin’, knockin’ boots all night long. Making love until we tired ‘til the break of dawn. But all come on, come on, turn the lights down and let me get on it ‘cause when I do, it’s just me and you. It’ll be so right.” H-town was in the room egging the ladies on with “Knockin’ the boots.”
The ceiling fan hummed its approval and kept the house from bursting into flames. Ms Bambie requited by dragging Dimplez to the bed’s bottom edge and flipping Dimplez over, onto her stomach. With surgical precision, Ms Bambie speared Dimplez’ pussy with her oral arsenal and forced Dimplez to gasp in surprise and delight.
Dimplez’ expansive ass reached for the sky as Ms Bambie targeted the vulva with hungry slurps. She tongued the vagina aggressively and then eased over to the clit for a make-over. The hood moved aside in anticipation, allowing Ms Bambie unfettered access to the clit. Ms Bambie owned that pussy and took full advantage of it. Alternating from ladling the clit to darting in and out of the cum canal, Ms Bambie held Dimplez in place as a wave of orgasms incapacitated the birthday girl. Ms Bambie was relentless, tireless and, well, greedy.
Dimplez tried to crawl, climb and clamber away from the clitoral assault but Ms Bambie wasn’t having it. “This is my pussy,” whispered Ms Bambie, as she held court. All rise for the Judge. Dimplez shrieked in pleasure as she came again; she trembled and her stomach muscles convulsed. Ms Bambie was unmoved, continuing her loving. If there was a nutt left anywhere, Ms Bambie aimed to claim it. Ms Bambie was feenin.
“I can’t leave you alone you got me feenin.(feenin) Maybe I’m hooked on you. There’s nothing else I’d rather do. Spend my last dime for a couple of your time. Surely, girl, without a doubt you know you got me strung out. And I need you more and more ‘cause you are my drug.” Jodeci was in the house, too, evidently. Can you hear ‘em?
The normally crimson red sheets were now dotted with nutt butter spattering. As Dimplez surrendered her last available orgasm, Ms Bambie climbed up Dimplez’ trunk languishing kisses and nibbles along the route. Ms Bambie landed at Dimplez’ breasts and attended to them lovingly. Dimplez could only sigh and exhale loudly; there was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. The night was done – as were these two thick-shakes. Ms Bambie lay on Dimplez’ limp body, completely relaxed but biding time ‘til their man (that would be me) joined them for a steamy ménage-a-trois.
That story will follow. Look for it here at www.Rude.com/MsBambie - because you'll LOVE what you see!
“I wanna do something freaky to you.” Name that tune.
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Sunday mornin' with Ms Bambie
11:38PM on July 20, 2008
Mornin's with Ms Bambie
(c) 2008 Alley Cat Media
Sunday
Ms Bambie completed a group show last night, addressing the issue of Rude women who name-call other Rude women for possessing differing perspectives on the Rude game. Interesting and important as a topic but it paled in relation to the playtime Ms Bambie invited her guests to enjoy following the more serious discussion. All who miss her shows miss hot times. Take note; subscribe to her: www.Rude.com/MsBambie. Don’t miss out.
Morning stole upon us again; she had fallen asleep with my dick in her mouth after the group show last night. I could say that I had fallen asleep with my dick in her mouth, too, as I don’t know which of us expired first. Hey, it had been a long day of walking up and down the boardwalk. Cut us some slack.
Ms Bambie awakened first at about 10 a.m., reclaiming the dick with her tongue. She assaulted the corona, stimulating me to no end, and alternated between stroking, sucking, slurping and titillating my nipples with her mouth. The girl’s a master.
Twenty minutes into it and I was ready to take charge. I speared her pussy with the dick, her saliva still dangling from its head. Placing her left leg across my shoulder, I banged away at every angle I could manage. She shuddered ten minutes into this barrage with, “I’m cummin’.” I gave no quarter, accelerating my charge and recalibrating my tempo. Ms Bambie’s ass flexed as she went into an orgasmic spasm; her heel dug into my spine and her lips found my nipples. She remembers all the spots, y’all.
I kept on going (Energizer Bunny, take note). Dropping her leg from my shoulder, I pinned her thighs beneath mine and raised my trunk into the yoga cobra position, changing the angle of penetration. She muttered, “Right there, right there.” That’s all the encouragement I needed.
Nailing her pussy by sliding in from above, I was allowed to also massage her clit with my pubis, at times rubbing the head of my dick across her clit for good measure. She was unimpressed (well, not everything in the bag o’ tricks works every time). An apt student, I returned to deep plunges into the pussy’s rear wall and tilted her pelvis skyward again. Success. She came with authority, kissing and licking her arms as she’s been observed doing during those intense, satisfying moments known as the Big O.
Intent on pleasing, I rested my head on her abdomen and enveloped her clit with my tongue. Tickling the clit’s hood from the side, I flicked my tongue into overdrive as Ms Bambie moaned and writhed. Dragging my lips across her pussy, Ms Bambie did a hoodoo dance on the sheets with her ass (if you’re not from Louisiana, this will mean nothing to you; ask Ms Bambie). The woman has rhythm.
It was a short trip; Ms Bambie, on cue, came with fervor, gripping my head in a vice-lock clasp as she pulled me into her vagina. I tasted her cum mingled with my cum and it was good. I wanted more.
Not content to rest on my laurels, I pulled the clit into my mouth and sucked vigorously. The clit stood erectly, saluted me, and then blushed a fiery pink. I maintained the momentum for fifteen minutes as Ms Bambie scooted across the sheets to escape. I was in hot pursuit. By the time Ms Bambie reached our mirrored, light-bridge headboard her clit was in full arrest. She groaned as her second cunnilingual orgasm overtook her and she nearly fainted. Her body relaxed completely; she was too through. Ms Bambie smiled dreamily and whispered, to no one in particular, “No mas, por favor.”
It’s now 11:10 a.m. and I have wood again (yeah, my refractory period ain’t what it used to be). I slid into Ms Bambie from the spork position and throttled into high gear. I’m tagging that side wall with no remorse, taking no prisoners. Ms Bambie is riposting to good effect. She got her second wind from somewhere and she’s in the hunt. Ms Bambie showed off the effects of her Kegel exercises by clinching my dick with her pussy muscles and squeezing, no, dragging a nutt out of it. Impressive. It drained my stronger nutt sack and caught me completely by surprise. I vowed revenge.
Lifting Ms Bambie into the air from her waist, I rammed the dick deeply within her, flushing pussy juice out in my wake. She grunted a bit and then fired back. Her pussy’s lips gripped me at the base of my dick and flogged me. I moaned. Shit, this girl is no joke.
Back and forth, I fired and Ms Bambie responded for the next, straight thirty minutes (yeah, the refractory period ain’t what it used to be but I still have stamina). I thrust and pumped from all sides, sometimes plugging her hole with just the dick’s tip and plucking it out with a pop. She “oohed” at this and shared her surplus moistness with the red sheets.
Suddenly, Ms Bambie got serious; dead serious. She grabbed my ass with both hands and fucked my dick (you heard it, she fucked my dick), pile-driving her hips into the movement and refusing to let me have sway. Ms Bambie, who is all about the sex, dominated “old dude” by gripping the dick with the Michael Jackson glove (huh?) and beating it (get it? Beat It. Never mind.).
I tried to withdraw, retreat, and regroup. Ms Bambie would have none of that. This time, said she, it was going to be 24 into 58, not 58 into 24. Damn. She banged, drove, pumped and mistreated my errant missile, forcing a nutt out of my remaining nutt sack and pulling skeet (thanks, Lil’ John) from my damned spleen.
But she wouldn’t stop. I was depleted of semen and my nutts were drained to distraction. I wanted to go home. I wanted my mommy.
Shiiiiiit. Ms Bambie continued her domination of her man (me - applause) by whipping the pussy into fifth gear and driving for the hills. I grimaced. “Tap, Tap, Tap,” I begged. She ignored me. Defeated, I spelled it out for her, “T-a-p, t-a-p, t-a-p.” Then I tapped the bed next to her ear three times. She gazed down upon me with a look of triumph, that huge smile and those perfect, pearly-white teeth mocking me.
I looked up at her pitifully. “Por favor, mi amor.” “Es tut mir furchtbar Leid.” Ms Bambie acquiesced and unlocked the stranglehold her pussy had on my dick; I limped away. It was noon and I was SO ready to prepare breakfast – to be served to her in bed, of course. This time: fromage omelet with broccoli, fresh raspberries, cranberry-raspberry juice.
Shower time. Everyone enjoys watching Ms Bambie shower, bathe and engage her morning regimen. Mine with her are quite different but just as wet.
After breakfast as I tried to shower, Ms Bambie, who LOVES sucking dick, followed me into the shower enclosure (an all-glass enclosure – you’ve seen it). On her knees, she latched onto my dick and deep-throated it repeatedly. My knees went weak and I supported myself with the sides of the shower. “Paying me no mind,” Ms Bambie slurped, licked and gulped away. Ms Bambie worked hard to coax another nutt from me but, alas, I was drained dry as the Sahara Desert.
I, trusty camera in hand, snapped photos for your voyeuristic pleasure.
Photos are in two sets: one set features Ms Bambie blowing my pipe in the shower. The other features Ms Bambie licking my stick as we withdrew from the shower, continuing her assault in the master bathroom’s sitting area. You may see both sets at www.Rude.com/MsBambie (I don’t have them here on my page.)
www.Rude.com/MsBambie - because you’ll LOVE what you see!
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excsllent story cali man i cant wait to find my dime !!!!!! |
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excsllent story cali man i cant wait to find my dime !!!!!! |
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I am really feeling MsBambie she is so hot...and so are your blogs. keep them cumming |
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Saturday mornin' with Ms Bambie
11:36PM on July 20, 2008
Mornin’s with Ms Bambie
© 2008 Alley Cat Media
Saturday
I spent the last week in San Francisco on business, five days and far too many miles away from my baby, Ms Bambie. Now it was time to skedaddle back home to her at our hilltop, suburban Southern California home.
Ms Bambie, in her distinctive fashion, ruled with her live house on Thursday night, moderated by the competent Bestchoc. His style earned my immediate respect: low key, even-handed and smooth. He strikes me as among the best of the moderators I’ve observed.
On Friday afternoon, I rolled through the farm country of Gilroy and Watsonville, en route to home, and stopped off to get my Ms Bambie some fresh-picked blueberries, raspberries and strawberries. She loves those kinds of surprises. By the time I pulled into our three-car garage, my Jag smelled of the fresh fruit. Ms Bambie met me at the door in a micro-mini tee shirt, thighs bulging from beneath, pussy lips dangling an invitation, ass at full salute and bringing up the rear (literally). I treated her to dinner at The Olive Garden, then she treated me to dessert at home (more on dessert later).
I thought to myself, “I’m her man; she’s my woman.” What’s so wrong with the truth? We share a home and a life together – and an exclusive sexual relationship. Doesn’t that qualify? I’m the guy men (and some women) love to hate and I have the woman they all love to watch – the woman they want to be with, to “do.” Life is what you make it. I made this happen for me and deserve every benefit conferred. Go get your own, I say.
Following our sumptuous dinner, Ms Bambie and I slipped into bed only semi-conscious, sleep creeping upon us before we could muster the facilities necessary to ravage our lusting bodies and brains. But nature was kind. Morning broke through our window early, it seemed, casting a sensual glow on Ms Bambie’s ample form. The sunlight peeled my eyelids open, reminding me of the treat in bed beside me. “All mine,” uttered my brain. “I shall feast upon you with my eyes.” My dick had other, much more carnal, plans.
Ms Bambie’s enormous ass rested against my abdomen as we reposed in the spoon position. She responded amiably to the slaps of my dick as it engorged and flexed, stretching itself out in anticipation of the delights before it. Ms Bambie grinded against me gently, teasing and tempting me. My heart went into full alert sensing the circulatory tasks ahead.
Deftly, I rolled Ms Bambie onto her back to face me, mounting her in one, easy move. Without effort, I inserted my now full-mast appendage into her wet, waiting, gaping, eager pussy. My missile guided itself to the joy-spot unerringly. The ride was on. We were in foreplay mode all night. Now it was party time.
She inhaled me into her, her pussy’s lips having intent and a will of their own. I was a straw and her vulva the oral orifice. It sucked me into fucking mode full stride and I succumbed willingly, gleefully, privileged.
Ms Bambie wrapped herself around me, my dick lost in her vastness, her moistness, her softness. We rocked against her inner walls, tickling her cervix, while I wrote my name on her G-spot surfaces. The pussy is mine. My mouth found hers and we kissed deeply; I plunged my tongue past her uvula and into her throat as she thrust her pelvis forward. The pussy swallowed my dick with that maneuver – I came, just a quick skeet, but it counted as cumming just the same.
The missionary position is Ms Bambie’s favorite so I always engage it at some point during our loving. As often, I vary it; this time with her legs draped over my shoulders as I bomb-dive into the hole. She squeals with delight. The girl likes it rough, sometimes, and this is one of them. She’s always most passionate after one of her patented shows. Thank you, Rude!
I tilt her hips up and find her sweet spot, rubbing my dick’s head against it as I massage it into readiness. Ms Bambie convulses with “Here it cum, here it cum.” I drive it home, now, encouraged by her announcement. She answers my thrusts with counter-fire, machine-gunning her pussy’s retort with precision. I hold on for dear life. Dayum, but she baaaaad.
Reaching into my old-school bag o’ tricks, I reach down and lift Ms Bambie by her 45-inch ass-span, angling her crotch upward and pressing her cheeks together tightly. This depresses her rectum, forcing her perineum into the act. The nerve endings in that area are set afire. Ms Bambie cums plentifully and her legs lock into permanent flexion. Her thunder thighs cut off circulation to my carotid. I keep pounding into the pussy as joy juices spurt everywhere with considerable velocity, her cum mixed with mine. The ceiling fan is not spared; it joins the service by batting love oils around the room as we shoot from below.
We collapse into each other, spent and delirious. A full day awaits and we just burned eight hours worth of calories on our early morning dessert. I rise to replenish those calories. Ms Bambie is treated to breakfast in bed, as usual. I cook grits soufflé, egg fromage, turkey bacon and cranberry-raspberry juice.
Yeah, she’s spoiled. That’s the way we OGs do it. Now we’re off to a Venice Beach day trip, shopping, gawking and taking in the boardwalk. We buy two beautiful sarongs, one royal purple and one crimson red, to accompany the orange sarong we bought at The Underground in Atlanta this past May.
We ended the day with dinner at the marina, watching the boats navigate the harbor in Marina Del Rey.
See photos at www.Rude.com/MsBambie - because you'll LOVE what you see!
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Ms Bambie and a view from the cockpit
9:30PM on July 14, 2008
The Making of a Blowjob Video with Ms Bambie
(c) 2008 Alley Cat Media
Note: This anecdote was in response to a question posted on the largest interracial swinger's group in yahoo land, owned by my friend Maria, the Hawaiian Heat. She asked if a guy would accept a blowjob without expecting to fuck, too. I answered:
That happened to me last night. As I prepared to leave southern California for San Francisco, my Ms Bambie asked for a lick o' the stick (I call it lumber; she calls it a stick - sigh ). She sat me in front of the pc in my office with the camera rolling, then swallowed me whole, down to my knees (well, that's the way it felt). I think she'd been influenced by reading Egypt's account of Egypt, Tre' Chamborg and Ty'ger Strokes in their three-way the other morning. (See them on Rude at www.Rude.com/LadyE4Lyfe and www.Rude.com/TreChamborg - and tell 'em that I sent you.)
Anyway, I was fully-dressed, packed and ready to bail when she asked me into the office we share. Ms Bambie gave that shy, schoolgirl look to me and asked coyly, "Can I suck your dick before you go?" As with most men on the planet, I couldn't get out of my slacks quickly enough.
She kneeled before me, genuflecting at the altar of the Great Pipe (modesty evades me) and slowly removed my trousers and boxer briefs. The camera did not blink as my man-muscle rose to full salute at her salutation. Ms Bambie greeted my major meat with long, wet drags of her tongue, followed by teasing the tip with her lower lip (she must have a black belt in that style). Pre-cum glistened as the veins in my member engorged, flexing impressively as she stood (er, kneeled) in awe. (Just kidding; she was singularly unimpressed but salved my ego by saying, "It's so large.")
Ms Bambie wrapped her lips around my meat, fitting to it as a hand to a glove. She alternately deep throated and mouth-handled my willing extension to my utter delight. My ass strained against the seat of my chair as she elicited winces from deep within me. The girl has muscles inside her mouth as yet undiscovered by expert anatomists. Where's da Creole Kidd when you need him?
Gently but with command presence, Ms Bambie stroked my tube manually in rhythm with her fellatic technique. I struggled with my nutt sacs to stay in the game; they wanted to "give her what she wants." She slathered her tongue up one side of my dick and down the other, then around its perimeter with metered precision. My pipe throbbed like a tripped explosive on the final seconds of a countdown. The girl was in absolute charge. Own me, mami.
Don't I have somewhere to be tonight?
Her moans were as exciting and stimulating as the view on the monitor: her, the one everyone LOVES to watch, "doin'" me as I watched. Life is good. At times the camera could not keep pace as Ms Bambie went into her famous overthrust, accelerating into a frenetic, piston-inspired pump that lifted me from my seat on several occasions. I gripped the seat cushion so hard that I tore through the fabric and bent the metal beneath. There are metal shavings on the floor to attest to the energy she brought to the matter.
I danced with her tonsils to Cruise Control, Mariah Carey and Damian Marley (from Mariah's new cd) and enjoyed the videographed face-fuck for nearly an hour before she saw her opening. I'd been "skeeting" all along, shooting small streams of pre-cum and cum down her throat, on her lips and at her face, as Ms Bambie worked her magic on my wand. Cum, says me. A stream of saliva and cum stretched from her tongue to my dick, a distance of half a meter. It reflected the light from the camera eerily. Ms Bambie played with it, coiling it around her tongue-stud and percolating it with that talented lower lip of hers.
Then she sat back, suddenly. I was completely fatigued and hoping she would let me go - before there was trouble. Ms Bambie looked me straight in that little eye down there and asked, "So, are you gonna cum, really cum, or what?"
I deferred. "Baby, if I blow a load now, all the blood I need in my bigger brain will be down there in my smaller brain and I'm likely to fall asleep on the highway and DIE." My baby let me off the hook.
Shit, who needs to fuck when you have the queen of the bj on hand? Guess who's hurrying home from the office?
See the video at www.Rude.com/MsBambie - mine is the cock in the pit.
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Car Sex a la CalifStyle
5:09PM on July 12, 2008
Sweetness
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Hmmmm. I hadn't really thought about car sex but since you ask:
My last time was nearly nine months ago. I took one of my girls, a tall, leggy, chocolate morsel who models professionally, owns a website and group (we’ll call her Sweetness) to one of Blacc and Jenn's SwangnIT swinger parties in Apple Valley, CA (The Estate of Elegance). She's not a swinger but was curious.
Sweetness wore a thin, translucent and colorful summer dress, slit up to her armpits (or so it seemed) and showcasing her famously long legs (she's 5'11", 120 lbs.).
She spent the first part of the night observing the goings-on in the social (front) room. About an hour into this passive activity she rose and climbed the stripper pole, spinning around it a few times baring her panty less, cleanly-shaven, perfectly contoured nether regions. Then Sweetness noticed that all the sexiest women had disappeared.
I pointed Sweetness to a closed door at the far end of the room. Upon entering she gazed upon a tangle of legs and bodies, all female, clumped in the center of a large bed. Sweetness wasted no time in selecting a seat close to the action.
About this time party host Blacc entered the melee and the women swarmed him. They wrapped lips, legs and arms around every available body part of this fortunate fellow and entangled him for upwards of an hour. Sweetness inched closer, closer until she was sitting within literal inches of the soiree'.
Blacc, who by now was on his back enjoying a competitive fellatio-fest between two female assailants, reached up and held Sweetness' leg gently. He stroked it while moaning and hearing his moans echoed from the women draped across his trunk. Sweetness did not react but looked on intensely.
Blacc and the women worked to completion but not exhaustion and returned to the women-upon-women configuration before dragging Blacc, famous for his stamina, back into service. It was a turn-on just watching them.
As they finished up, Sweetness and I gathered ourselves to leave. Bidding adieu, we hopped into my Jag and headed towards my house. Five minutes into the drive, as I inquired as to her impressions of what she'd just witnessed, Sweetness asked that I exit the freeway. Curious, I asked why. She repeated her request as a direction. I complied.
She directed me to a dark off-ramp, then onto a secondary road where I parked. Securing the area as best I could, I asked what she had in mind. She said the action in the house had her horny as hell and she wanted to fuck. There. Then.
We began as typically with DFK (deep French kissing), with which she struggled as she never really learned to kiss, and fondling, moving soon thereafter to fellatio under the moonlight. She slurped and swallowed my pipe without gagging. She kisses dick much better than she kisses lips. That was okay by me.
I was too busy watching for intruders and pigs (police) to really enjoy the blowjob and, ten minutes into it, flipped her up and attacked her clit by enveloping it with my tongue. I was worked up, too.
She panted, begging that I go faster, faster, then she convulsed. Sweetness grabbed my head in a Kung-fu grip, reverse-forcing my face into a breached delivery with me tongue-ladling my way up her joy tunnel. She demanded that I hold her down as she bucked me about in her now fully-reclined seat as if I were riding an agitated bronco. After forty minutes of this and a permanent crook in my neck, her waves expired and I tasted her cum. Sweetness looked up dreamily and insisted I mount her.
By now I was tired and spent but endeavoured to represent myself properly. I flipped her to her side and entered from the 77 position (picture active spooning), straddling the console. The windows were completely fogged and the vehicle rocking as a stick in a storm but I drove my point home repeatedly. I would withdraw to the glans, circle it around the rim of her gaping pussy, then slide in deeply as I tilted her ass up and away from me. In this way I massaged her G-spot effectively, facilitating her requisite additional orgasms. In syncopation, I would withdraw completely only to dive-bomb, thrusting with new vigor as I rammed and enticed her inner walls with my man-muscle. Her pussy dripped, my dick drooled, and we drenched my Connolly leather seat in lust oils. Finally, I came with a shudder as Sweetness reached behind and grabbed my butt-cheeks with her huge hands, clenching them so tightly that I still have her fingerprints imbedded in me.
Sweetness removed my retired missile from her and kissed it, then licked and sucked the remnants of the night away, grinning as if she'd gotten away with a major heist.
That became my best memory of the 15 Freeway. I told my Ms Bambie about it recently as we always share our encounters (see her at www.Rude.com/MsBambie - because you'll LOVE what you see!). She smiled with a slight blush, knowing that she would have rocked the lane markers off of the freeway in the same circumstances. Our opportunity is cumming, of course.
Wanna hear my 60 Freeway story with Chocolate Mary or my Palmdale Avenue story with Carmel Candi? Stay tuned for The Alley Cat Reader (tm). 
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July 12, 2008 (Report It)
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