Sat, 05 Jul 2008 22:00:05 GMT

There is at least one person on your friends list that wants to fuck the hell out of you.

I said "yes" to my friend, so lets play the Fuck or Pass Game.

The rules are simple.

If you want to fuck the person who posts this, send him or her a reply saying "I'd Fuck you."
But, you have to post this in your journal, in exchange.

Wed, 28 May 2008 03:19:29 GMT

WOW... i've been gone from here for a while lol ^^ (been using my more work-safe lj lol)

not much is new... idk why i'm even posting lol ^^

Thu, 16 Aug 2007 07:04:18 GMT

Your Score: Ultimate!

You scored 100% Poly, 52% BDSM, 84% Roleplay, and 66% Gay/Lesbian!

You are the Ultimate! You want and like it all! You are into Poly, BDSM, and Roleplay, and are interested in pursuing it with either sex. You are uninhibited and seek that in others. Nothing is outside of your reach. Go for it, enjoy life to it's fullest!

Unfortunately Fictional

Wed, 04 Jul 2007 04:20:36 GMT

Title: Dangerous Clubbing
Author: The Lovely Me ^.~
Date: December 28, 2006
Genre: Sexiness ^.~

I walked out onto the stage at the lesbian bar and smiled at the crowd and bowed, my shimmering gold robe parting. That’s when I saw you and your girlfriend.

You were watching me intently as I began my act, shrugging my shoulders to let my robe cascade to the floor, the well-endowed orbs that are my boobs on display for all in the building from the bartender, my sometimes lover, at her post behind the counter to you and your lover of two weeks and counting. I swiveled around on my iridescent gold pumps, rotating my hips in time with the music that bumped around the room, enticing lovers to grind close together, imitating their private relations in public. As a glissando sounded in the air I turned my back to the crowd, bending over, only to shimmy my way upright once more, my hands caressing a path up each leg, my torso, and over the mountains tipped in red that call themselves my tits. Tits, they are not, for tits are those miniature boobs that find themselves on animals, or on less endowed people; they do the job and bring pleasure, but they cannot be called to hallowed name that mine can be: breasts.

I heard the word ring in the room as someone, perhaps with a little too much drink in her, said “Damn babe! Look at them breasts!” and I smiled a secret smile to myself and to you as I caught you staring, mesmerized, at them.

It was time to thrill the crowd as the tempo of the song increased, and swaying my hips faster now, I gracefully step out of my red lacy g-string and through it into the crowd, directly to you.

Then as another glissando sounded in the air I again turned my back to the crowd, bending over once more, only to once again shimmy my way upright once more, my hands again caressing a path up each leg, my torso, and over the Himalayas tipped in rouge that are my breasts.

A collective sigh echoed through the room as you, and the crowd, saw my glisteningly wet, bare, shaven pussy and I smiled again at the drool leaking out of some of their mouths, but not yours, not yet.

You were being polite to your date, staying by her side, although we both new the instant our eyes first met that it was not her you wanted to be with, but me. I smiled at you again, and continued my performance, approaching a pole, situated center stage, a dancing around it, on it, into it, putting all of my being into my dancing as I ground my pussy against the cold metal.

But then the music stopped, signaling the end of my performance, and I exited the stage and headed back to my dressing room, but not before passing by your table and dropping a note in your lap.

The note read:

If you want a night of true pleasure, wait fifteen minutes. Then you and your date follow me backstage to room 69. I will take you and your date on a journey, the destination: the most intense pleasure you’ve ever felt. But you must bring your date with you.
<3

You couldn’t resist and knocked on my dressing room door exactly fifteen minutes later, dragging your date behind you, disappointment crossing your face when you saw that I had covered my glorious body in clothes, a trench coat, and some outfit, you assumed, under it. I placed my hand in yours and exited my dressing room, leading you both to my car.

I drove us to my house and led you both inside locking and bolting the door before turning on the lights.

Your mouths opened in shock as you stared at some twenty cages that were hanging from the ceiling, each holding a nude girl, a girl who had once ogled me at the bar, and I smiled at you both. (Only one girl ever came and left. The bartender.)

“Slaves,” I said “I would like to introduce you to some new girls, Peyton and Amy.” I gestured first to you, and then to your date. Turning to you both, I say “You both will be joining them, in the cages suspended from my ceiling.”

Your eyes widen in fear, and I smile manaically.

“What? Aren’t you pleased with the destination?” I laugh in your faces. “Now. Come with me. We need to get you in proper attire for the night.”

I lead you into what appears at first to be a guest bedroom, but then you realized that every drawer and shelf was occupied by sex toys and sex toys alone.

I pull two collars and two leashes out of a drawer and put on set on each of you, tying the leashes around the bedposts so that neither of you can escape. Then I pull out a pair of scissors and cut off all your clothing, leaving you both naked before my eyes under the glaring light of the fluorescent bulbs I had had installed. I smiled when I saw that you were both shaven and said “Be glad I don’t have to shave you.” I grin evily and lead you back into the first room. “What do you think girls” I asked my other slaves.

Cat-calls and moans of desire filled the room.

I smiled and said “So my sexies, are you ready for pleasure?” With that I tell your date “Eat out your lover, you whore!” and I tell you “Eat me out, cunt!”

The girls moan in their cages and begin pleasuring themselves at the sight.

I moan as you tongue touches me and thrusts into me, moaning even louder as you moan into me. You keep thrusting into me, sucking on my clit, flicking your tongue across it as I begin to shudder in pleasure. I reach over and grab a vibrator, turning it on high, and shove it up into your girlfriend’s pussy.

Then you moan as my cum cascades onto your face and into your hair, covering your whole head in its warm juiciness. At its touch you cum onto your girlfriends head and into her hair.

I then get up and strap you both down to the floor side by side. Releasing my other slaves I say them “You may finish pleasuring yourselves till you cum, as long as your cum shoots out onto the new initiates.” With that I thrust another vibrator, also turned on high, into your pussy, as you and your girlfriends wait to be showered. Then I leave the room, coming back hours later to see you both covered from head to toe in cum, with cum gushing constantly out of your pussies, and my other slaves still standing over you cumming their pussies out.

I smile and walk away, knowing that you will be two wonderful additions to my collection and that I will have much fun with you both in the weeks and years to come.

Note: a glissando is a rapid slide through a series of consecutive tones in a scale-like passage...

I hope y'all enjoyed it!!! ^^

pussylickingfun

Your Score: Ultimate!

You scored 100% Poly, 52% BDSM, 84% Roleplay, and 66% Gay/Lesbian!

Unfortunately Fictional