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Female ejaculation (squirting)
1:52AM on November 24, 2008
I don't have the source of this article at hand presently but I will add the attribution to this blog in short order. I did not write the article that follows:
Currently, the nature of female ejaculation is rather unclear. There are only a few articles published dealing with this topic and most have no serious data about the origin or composition of the fluid expelled. To complicate matters further, the little data available is inconsistent.
In 2002, Emmanuele Jannini of L'Aquila University in Italy offered one explanation for this phenomenon, as well as for the frequent denials of its existence. Skene's gland openings are usually the size of pinholes, and vary in size from one woman to another, to the point where they appear to be missing entirely in some women. If Skene's glands are the cause of female ejaculation, this may explain the observed absence of this phenomenon in many women. Retrograde ejaculation, where the fluid travels up the urethra towards the bladder (observed in 75% of test subjects) could also account for the observed absence.
Ejaculation in women seems to be aided or caused by stimulation of the area of the vagina known as the Gräfenberg spot (often simply known as the G-spot). The content of the ejaculated fluid is either all urine, all glandular secretion, or a combination of both.
Studies of the fluid ejaculated through the urethra have shown a different chemical composition than urine, although urine may also be present. Glucose, prostatic acid phosphatase, and prostate specific antigen appear in female ejaculate along with lower levels of urea and creatine than found in urine. In some cases, ejaculate was differentiated from urine by the absence of an asparagus smell (after eating asparagus) or a dye.
In some pornographic movies, women are shown ejaculating a clear or milky fluid. The validity of pornography as a source of evidence is, however, suspect, as there is a strong incentive to generate dramatic visual effects, with no implication or assurance of accurate recording of real events. Allegedly, some of this is done through trick editing or by filling the vagina with fluids from external sources; with the camera on, the woman can then expel the fluid. In other cases, the fluid is clearly seen as coming from her urethra, at high velocity. It is likely that urination is sometimes used in this context to provide the illusion of a female ejaculation.
Studies by Gwendolyn Kelly Boyer indicate that the white fluid may be semen from former sexual encounters that has not exited the vagina. According to her theory, the male who has sex with the female before she has a chance to dispel the semen from previous encounters, may cause strong enough contractions during orgasm to force the fluid through the vaginal opening. This does not occur in many women because some women are unable to achieve orgasm during regular intercourse.
Famous female ejaculators in pornographic film
In the pornographic film industry, an actress who goes by the name "Cytherea" is generally acknowledged to be the "squirt queen," due to her particularly intense and voluminous ejaculations. Other famed ejaculators include Aria, Angela Stone, Flower Tucci, Nikki Hunter, Tianna Lynn, Dasha, Fallon, Alisha Klass, Annie Body, Missy Monroe, Lily Thai, Annie Cruz, Nici Sterling, Niki Daniels, Sarah Jane Hamilton, Cumisha Amado, Melissa Monet, Kerri Downs, Kelli Giraffe, Bunny Bleu and Ariana Jollee.
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November 24, 2008 (Report It)
MsBambie, as much as you cream, you don't ever need to squirt. You might dehydrate fatally if you were to ever squirt and cream simultaneously. Besides, I have enough trouble cleaning the sheets from your creaming. If you squirted I'd end up cleaning the ceiling fan, too. Porn star Kaylani Cream once recounted that while filming the video, Squirting 101, the actresses sat around drinking volumes of water to ensure a successful "shoot." That is, most of the women in the film were urinating - peeing - not "squirting." Of course, horndogs see what they want to see. Thanks for your comment, lover. |
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November 24, 2008 (Report It)
Well my glands must be really really tiny or broke because I have yet to squirt. Although once thinking back I did squirt or aleast I thought it was, (judging by the inconclusive studies i'm not sure). I don't know if I will ever squirt but I'm sure if it did ever happen I would know the difference between it and peeing. Great blog though thanks for the info. |
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Developing the Kung fu grip
3:04AM on November 15, 2008
Kegel exercises
Benefits of Kegel exercises
by Amy Scholten, MPH
Kegel exercises are exercises that strengthen the pelvic floor muscles (the muscles that support the urethra, bladder, uterus, and rectum). They are also called pelvic floor muscle exercises.
Kegel exercises are usually recommended for women with urinary or “stress” incontinence. Urinary incontinence often follows childbirth or menopause.
You may experience the following benefits if you do Kegel exercises on a regular basis:
Stronger pelvic muscles
Reduced urinary incontinence and “leaking” of urine
Increased pleasure with sexual activity
How to do Kegel exercises
Kegel exercises are very simple, risk-free, and painless. They involve squeezing the pelvic floor muscles. They can be done any time, anywhere.
Identifying the correct muscles
Some women initially have difficulty identifying the correct muscles. They contract their abdominal or thigh muscles instead of their pelvic floor muscles. Here are some tips on identifying the correct muscles:
Sit on the toilet and place one finger in your vagina. Squeeze your finger with your vaginal muscle. You should be able to feel the muscle tighten around your finger.
While urinating, stop the flow of urine midstream by contracting your pelvic floor muscles.
Imagine that a tampon is going to fall out of your vagina. Tighten your pelvic muscles in order to hang onto it.
Imagine that you are trying hard not to urinate or pass gas. Squeeze those muscles.
The muscles you tighten are the muscles you should contract during Kegel exercises. If you continue to have problems identifying these muscles, talk to your doctor or nurse.
Doing the exercises
Once you have identified your pelvic floor muscles, you are ready to begin doing Kegel exercises. You may experience very mild muscle soreness when you first begin doing these exercises. If you do too many exercises before you are ready, however, you might experience more pronounced muscle soreness and fatigue. Starting out at the maximum number of exercises is not recommended.
General guidelines
Don’t do these exercises while urinating, stopping the flow of urine midstream. This could eventually lead to voiding difficulties.
Empty your bladder before beginning the exercises.
Keep your abdominal and thigh muscles relaxed.
Draw the muscles up and in. Do not strain down with your abdomen.
Breathe while holding the muscles contracted.
Try to get the maximum tightening with each muscle contraction.
Try contracting the muscles while you are in different positions. Try it while you’re standing, sitting, lying, and with your feet together and apart.
Week 1
Tighten your pelvic floor muscles for 6 seconds. Relax pelvic floor muscles for 6 seconds.
Repeat 25 times (takes about 5 minutes).
Do this 3 times a day (a total of 75 contractions).
Week 2
Tighten your pelvic floor muscles for 6 seconds. Relax for 6 seconds.
Repeat 50 times. (takes about 10 minutes).
Do this 3 times a day (a total of 150 contractions).
Week 3
Tighten your pelvic floor muscles for 6 seconds. Relax for 6 seconds.
Repeat 75 times (takes about 15 minutes).
Do this 3 times a day (a total of 225 contractions).
Weeks 4 - 24
Tighten your pelvic floor muscles for 6 seconds. Relax for 6 seconds.
Repeat 100 times (takes about 20 minutes).
Do this 3 times a day (a total of 300 contractions).
After 24 months
Tighten your pelvic floor muscles for 6 seconds. Relax for 6 seconds.
Repeat 50 times (takes about 10 minutes).
Do this 3 times a day (a total of 150 contractions).
Or you can try this variation:
Tighten your pelvic floor muscles for 6 seconds. Relax for 6 seconds.
Repeat 75 times (takes about 15 minutes).
Do this twice a day (a total of 150 contractions).
Making Kegel exercises a habit
The following tips may help you remember to do your Kegel exercises:
Try to schedule your Kegel exercises at the same time every day (perhaps during a regular TV show, while you do the dishes, or before you go to bed).
Find a way to remind yourself to do your Kegel exercises. For example, you could put a note or sign on your mirror or refrigerator.
Reward yourself for each day that you do your Kegel exercises. For example, you could put a gold star on your calendar.
You may forget to do your exercises for a few days. It’s common to have a few slips when you’re trying to make any new change. Don’t get discouraged. Just get back to your exercise program.
Chart your progress on a daily or weekly basis. Eventually, you should begin to notice that you are “leaking” urine less frequently or in smaller amounts than before. It should also be easier for you to stop your urine midstream (you should not try this any more than once a week).
RESOURCE:
Society of Gynecological Surgeons
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LuxuriousLady30 the Aggressive Dicksucker
2:55PM on August 03, 2008
Here is a story written about me that I want to share (well, hell, it's quite flattering).
The author, LuxuriousLady30, lives in the East San Francisco Bay Area of California and routinely writes of and posts stories about her sexual encounters. This one was written about her experience with ME (I was 55, she 30) in mid-2005. It is presented here unedited and with her permission (this can be verified at www.Rude.com/Luxuriousaldy30). Lux has an anthology of her sexual encounters and musings due to be published early next year; she also has a number of blowjob scenes in her yahoo group and on various websites.
Lux and I never got together again but became and remain good friends, chatting online and on the telephone several times each week. Lux is currently in a pre-med program and considering a career in podiatry.
Here begins her story:
"I have decided to tell you about an experience that I had for 1night. I met this older gentleman, CalifStyle (www.Rude.com/CalifStyle) who was as sexy as 1 of those men that you would see on the cover of Muscle Magazine. I mean he stood tall, black, bald with braces and a nice, white smile. He just stood in the doorway looking at me like I was dinner for a Hungry Man.
"I turned off the TV and turned the radio to 102.9 KBLX. I took a shower, got out and rubbed my body down in some nice smell-good lotion. I came to bed in a pretty nightgown that he picked out for me to wear.
"So we laid there for about an hour. I could feel his arms wrapped around my waist and those muscles made my pussy so wet. My lips started watering. I had to see what else was in store for me this night.
"We started kissing and he started grabbing my nipples like the farmers used to do to milk their cows. I have never kissed anyone with braces until he came along. The more he kissed me and pulled on my nipples real hard the wetter my pussy got. Then he started pulling my hair and pushing me down towards his dick. I knew
what time it was.
"I kissed him from his lips to his dick. I started sucking and sucking. He started directing my head and lips to the left and to the right in whatever position he liked having his dick sucked. I loved it and he still pulled on my nipples when he could. Then he wanted me to get on top and masturbate myself off on the head of his dick.
"I'd like to say that for a man of his age the head of his dick was so big I thought my lips were going to be as big as my thighs after sucking him off. I rubbed the head of his dick on my clit safely and softly while he nibbled on 1 nipple and pulled on the other 1.
"I was cumming like a river into the Sea. Nutt after nutt and then here came the real good nutt where you pull on my nipples and I start shaking and want you to stop pulling on them so that I can cum real good.
"I wet him up so good I think that cum had been stored up since the beginning of the year. Then I started giving him so more head to cool me off. Then came his turn to cum.
"He got it doggie style and I was on the run from that big dick and the more I ran the more that dick kept coming. He hit that pussy one time so good I thought that I had died and went to HEAVEN. Then he finally backed that ass into the pillows and there was nowhere else to go.
"He kept slamming that dick in there and I was wondering if I was going to live through it. I was wondering if I would have to buy a new pussy when he was done. Then I heard him moan and even shake a bit.
"I knew that he was about to cum so then I really started fucking him back even harder; no need to run now because here came 15 million additional sperm cells right into the condom.
"He pulled out nice and slow with his condom in hand. As he cleaned up a bit I laid there waiting for him. I was thinking, 'DAMN! For his age he just out-did a whole lot of you men in your early and late 30's.'
"It was only for one night that he held me tight but if I shall ever see him again, we must start all over again."
Safe sex
Be Good to one Another www.Rude.com/Luxuriousaldy30
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An Old School BlowJob from 2006
12:34PM on July 22, 2008
BJ from the archives: Jayla
© 2006 Alley Cat Media
This is from a few years ago but it’s still an interesting short trek with a thirty-something lady with whom I once cavorted. We’ll call her Jayla.
I met Jayla over the internet and we chatted for a few days before agreeing to meet in person. I was clear on what I wanted and Jayla seemed willing to comply. I’m a blowjob man, preferring it to intercourse, so I tend to be up front as to my predilections. Fortunately, Jayla liked drinking cum from distinguished gentlemen (that would be me).
We set a date for that night and I prepared myself. Jayla called before she arrived to confirm the meeting. She came in with a warm smile and hug, which set me at ease immediately. I found her more appealing than her photo and quite friendly. We were off to a great start once she made it a point to offer that the night was all about ME and what I wanted. That is rare, I find. I asked if she minded disrobing completely for the blowjob and she complied without discussion - almost eagerly - smiling the whole time. Her breasts were kind to the eyes and her derriere ample but firm (see photo below).
Jayla rolled her girth against me, forcing my member into a salute. Then she wrapped her mouth around my neck like a lustful vampire, gently kneading my carotid with her tongue (expertly, I might add). Her breasts massaged my chest until her lips made it down there to help. She was all business; no unnecessary chat. When she made it to my member, Jayla broad stroked it repeatedly with passes both firm and fluid. With a mind of its own, her tongue lapped my dick head fondly. She was tireless.
More times than I can remember, Jayla pounded her tonsils with my glans head, swallowing my sword without complaint. I was dizzy with euphoria. All the blood in my body was ordered to my member just to keep it in the party. Yet, Jayla was gentle, treating our time together like it was an erotic meeting between two longtime lovers. I erupted three times but she kept going; I still had wood and the objective was to cut the timber down, she said.
By the time my member convulsed for the last time I was grateful and ready. She S-L-O-W-L-Y rose after my trembling ceased, checking to be sure I had no cum left to contribute.
Following a quick tidy-up in my bathroom, Jayla dressed. I walked her to her car and, being the gentleman that I am, opened her door for her. She thanked me, smiling with her entire face. She became a regular for over a year, stopping in once a month or whenever I was in town, just so she could tune me up. Sometimes we’d discuss politics or social dynamics but always we’d end up doing the tonsil tango.
We haven’t chatted in nearly two years as she was eclipsed by superior offerings, the greatest of whom is my baby, Ms Bambie. Jayla is a tantalizing memory but Ms Bambie is NOW: see Ms Bambie at www.Rude.com/MsBambie.
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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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