It honestly tickled me to see that someone would have the audacity to write almost a page worth judgmental comment when they are on a site called the kink (and I’m the one with the problem)!  I’m sorry, but did you expect the site to be about cotton candy and bicycles, seriously?  I write about things whether they are true or not as a release, and hopefully people can relate and learn from these stories that I write.  I love for people to leave comments and share their point of views, but I WILL NOT KEEP ANY COMMENTS THAT IS TEARING OTHERS DOWN, ESPECIALLY MY READERS (frankly, I do not care that you wasted twenty minutes of your life to write about me, thank you actually)!   The comment area is suppose to be an open forum and I want to keep it that way. 

     For those who read my blogs, I appreciate it and THANK YOU!  I will only say this once though, if you do not like my site, then go somewhere else.  I’m not putting a gun to your head to stay on my site.   So there is no need to waste everyone’s time, and write a novel trying to analyzing myself and my loyal readers.  Again thank you readers!  And also thank you haters, I  would not be the fabulous, happy woman I am today if it was not for you.

     R.I.P. Michael Jackson (1958-2009)

     This is so sexy and sensual, I love it…

     Then the realization of why I stopped going to the bar was occuring right in front of my eyes.  I was lonely, and being at this bar let me know that.  So I left, I went home, and called Don immediately.  I vented about everything, and we argued, it seems like forever.  I was shocked that he did not hang up the phone on me.

     I ended up going over to his house, and we were both still frustrated with each other.  So much that we ended having the best and hottest sex ever….  I was so turned on, and so was he, it was amazing.  Ironically, after the fact that we both said that maybe we should stop having sex with each other.  I felt so much better after that, and so did he. 

     Why is it that arguments, frustration with the other person, makes the best sex ever?  In other words, make up sex is a lot of times the best sex.  Let me know what you think about this.

     Then I thought about the fun I had ”The Beautiful-Beautiful Boy” or ”The BBB”, which is what I like to call him.  He is so beautiful, with or without his blonde dreads.  He looks like Leonardo DiCaprio, but he was sooo crazy.  Definitely not the relationship type at all.  My ex-roommate use to be so fascinated by him, and I definitely understood why. 

    I never tried to get him, since in unfortunate events that is sometimes life, he was my now ex-boyfriend, Christian, best friend, and also the BBB and my ex-roommate loved to occasionally hook-up as well.  Well, a girl can dream….and it seems in my case, that dreams sometimes comes true.  My ex-roommate and I had a long running joke, but really not a joke, that it would be amazing to have a ”group session” with the BBB, Christian, her, and myself.  Well, another crazy Tuesday night came up. 

     The usual, my girlfriend and I pre-gamed before going to my favorite bar.  I ended up meeting Christian and The BBB there, and my ex-roommate happened to be there too.  The BBB, from jump street, made it a point that he wanted to hook-up afterwards at Christian’s apartment.  I wanted to hook-up too with Christian, of course, but I also had my dream come through my mind.  Immediately, I decided I was going to find a way to make this happen. 

     My ex-roommate, Christian, and I have already hook-up before, Christian was my boyfriend, and the BBB is down for just about anything; so this was going to be an easy mission.  We all end up leaving the bar together to go to Christian’s place.  A part of me was thinking that nothing was going to happen.  Christian, being an habitual button pusher, both a good and bad thing, in this case, an awesome thing; he starts making out with my ex-roommate.  I, then, start making out with the BBB, and then clothes were removed. 

     And it happened, the foursome, our dream, my ex-roommate and myself, coming together.  Becoming a reality!  It was awesome.  My ex-roommate and I were the boombox, and Christian and the BBB were the cd, we wanted the cd and we got to play it…

    So what does everyone thing about group sex?  Fan or not…

     It is true, I lot of my ideas come from just being bored and horny.  I don’t know if it was from taking pictures of myself, or the idea that people would be looking at hot pictures of myself.  The idea of one thing, the other thing, or maybe even both things were all turn ons for me.  I was planning to go running and go to the gym, but instead, I decided that I was going to have a “me” day.  I definitely did too. 

    Britney Spears song lyrics were definitely in my mind as I was “doing my thing”.  The song lyrics are as followed:

“I love myself
It’s not a sin
I can’t control what’s happenin’

‘Cause I just discovered
Imagination’s taking over
Another day without a lover
The more I come to understand
The touch of my hand

From the small of my back and the arch of my feet
Lately I’ve been noticin’ the beautiful me
I’m all in my skin and I’m not gonna wait
I’m into myself in the most precious way”

      To imagine that all of this just happens with a touch of a hand.  After wasting my day away, and loving  every minute of it.  Don gets off work and calls me.  I, being the sexually open person I am, told him about all the fun that I had with myself.  He invited me to come over to continue the fun, but of course, with him included this time. 

      I come over.  I get pleasured three more times, (I love being a multiple-O kind of girl), and invite myself out the door.  As I leave, I told him that I wanted to see my hand one more before I go to sleep.  In the words of Britney Spears, “I’m going to places I can be out of control.” 

     So what does everyone think about masturbation, obviously, I like it a lot.  But what do you think?

    Let me know what you think.

    I got to Don’s house, and he was outside getting a bonfire ready to go in his huge backyard with blankets, food, and wine, just for the two of us.  I thought to myself, how romantic and beautiful, and it was.  Anyways, after a great snack, and some wine, I wanted more…..and so did he.  We started off cuddling in the blankets together, and I immediately felt something growing.  “Little Don” was ready, and so was I. 

    I was conveniently wearing a skirt, and I just took my panties off.  It was on!  His house is located by a walkway like the river where the public walks all the time.  It was like 12:30 a.m., so no one was around, but the idea that someone could have been watching us was sooo hot.  The fact it was by a bonfire was also hot. 

    Eventually, we were done during “our thing” outside, we continued to take it inside.  I wanted to take a ride on his disco stick, what can I say…  Now, I want to know, what does everyone thing about voyeurism?  Love it?   Hate it?  Let me know.

     That particular Tuesday started like any other Tuesday, I worked in the morning.  I got off of work at about 4:30, and from there is was relaxing until about 10.  My girlfriend came over like usual; we would drink and get ready to go out to our favorite two bars.  We would go to the first bar to drink some more, and plus the drinks there are really cheap.  Then it was off to the races, to the next and final bar we go. 

    Well, I get to the bar and I see my boyfriend at the time when his now current girlfriend, talk about awkward.  I immediately try to ignore them, and have my girls night like usual.  I go to the other room to sign up for karoake, and to my surprise, I see my friend from high school, “Jackson”.  I just saw him that past weekend at our friend’s birthday celebration.  Something has changed though, I was looking at him in a different way. 

    I was looking at him, thinking to myself, “I want him now!”  I don’t know if it was the many drinks that I had before, the fact that I saw my boyfriend with another girl (and for once, I was actually jealous), or the fact that Jackson is so sexy (and the bulb finally came on); I decided to talk to him.  Not just talk to him like I normally would, with confidences, with a swagger that I have always carried, but been surpressing, flirting like crazy.  The next thing I knew, I forgot all about my boyfriend, and was thinking and stating all of the dirty things that I wanted to do to Jackson.  Jackson, flirting back, but in the same time, telling me that I was not ready for a guy like him.

    I, of course, kept warning him that he has no idea about me.  Eventually time pasts, and it is time to go home from the bar.  I was not going home alone though.  Jackson was following me home, “in order to make sure that I got home safely” right?  I get home, I say goodbye to my girlfriend, as she winks and walks back to her car.  She knew what was about to go down, I, of course did too, but I had no idea how crazy and great it was going to be.

     Within seconds, we are in my bedroom, clothes are off.  I’m all his.  It was about two hours of pleasure at least, with nothing being safe.  I was “restrained for my naughty behavior”, and he was definitely returning the favor.  Using me, controlling me, and I was loving every moment of it.  I still remember almost every single of it. 

   After that the beautiful, great time we had together, I knew that I was not going to see him again for a while.  I guess that was his going away gift from me, and a great way to end 2008 in the same time.  Then again, that is what the internet is for, right?

Has anyone ever had a spontaneous, crazy night like that?  If so, please do tell…

     Well, one drunken night, I was out with my friend, and quite horny.  I decided that I wanted to make things happen with Gary, after leaving the bar.  I call him, give him directions to my place, and had him come over.  This is the first time that I have ever seen this guy in person, be make things crazier.  We talk for about fifteen minutes, and then I express to him that I was horny, and he needed to help me fix that problem. 

    I, then, invited him into my room.  He, then, started talking about his ex-girlfriend, and how she never wanted to have sex with him.  Also how he was not sure if it was a good idea to have sex with me.  At that moment, I thought that he was insecure about his physical size since his body type was big teddy bear type, how this is a buzz killer, and how that is really strange that he has reservations about sex with a hot girl. (I have never gotten that in my life, ever, especially when they are already in my room.) 

     Anyways, I convinced him that everything would be okay, and finally, took his damn pants down.  Then I found out the real reason why he said all of those things before.  Then I thought to myself, maybe because it is not hard, his mini Gary that is.  To my disturbing surprise it was!  Well, since I was really horny still, I decided to try it out anyways. 

    Well, then I was “trying it out”, I did not know that I was trying it out.  Then, for the first time ever, I had to tell him that I was really drunk and pretty tire so we need to continue this some other time.  I knew that I was definitely lying about continuing some other time, but I did not know what else to say.  I was embarrassed for him.  He leaves, and normally, I don’t kiss and tell right away with my girlfriends about what exactly happens in my bedroom, that night was another story.

    Especially since I was drunk and this situation has never happened to me before, I immediately woke my roommate at the time up.  I tell her everything, you could say that I had some mixed emotions about it.  I was upset that I did not get off, I was embarressed, shocked, and freakin’ out, hoping that he would not try to talk to me, or come over again.  Well, I know that this has happened to both girls and guys alike.  I want to know, what did or would you do in this situation?