By Autumn, on September 4th, 2008 I love summer just as much as the next girl, but as you can guess Fall is
my favorite season. It’s almost September which means Autumn is just
around the corner. The weather gets a little cooler and I just love the
clothes so much more during that season. Since I’m in school I get to do
all the back to school shopping. I will always make up an excuse to go
shopping. I love feeling the soft textures of sweaters and tights in the
store and deciding which ones will feel best against my skin. I love
trying on the clothes in the dressing rooms where I sometimes sneak in a
guest for a “second opinion”. Don’t even get me started on the heels and
boots they bring out for the fall season.
What’s your favorite thing about Autumn?
By Autumn, on September 1st, 2008 P is for Pervy Pop Culture
There are two things that I absolutely can’t live without. One of them is sex obviously. The other is pretty much anything media related. I’m talking books, movies, music, games, and everything else. Even when I was much younger I would combine the two. All little girls fantasize about Charlotte tying them up in her web, right? Of course that dirty, nasty pig Wilber is watching while Charlotte pokes and prods and teases my hot body. I guess you could say I have (and had) a very active imagination. As I grew up, my fantasies became a bit darker. A lot of them involved me being tied up (see a theme?) while Wolvervine from X-Men practiced his knife play on my delicate skin with his giant Adamantium claws.
To this day, most of my fantasies and ideas for roleplays come from movies and books. There are thousands of ideas floating around in my head all of the time. My brain is constantly taking in information and turning it totally filthy.
Since I just shared some embarrassing things to you, it’s only fair that you share some with me. I can’t be the only one who masturbates to cartoons and comic books.
By Autumn, on September 1st, 2008 O is for Orgasm
One of my favorite things about being one of the elite girls here at yourdesires is the amount of times I get to cum. When I’m at home and not here I don’t have nearly as many orgasms. It’s not that I don’t have sex or masturbate (because I totally do). I think it’s that I don’t get to devote all of my attention to laying in bed with my fingers playing with my twat. Here it’s expected. If my orgasms don’t reach double digits in a day that means something is wrong. Luckily if the boys aren’t making me cum, then the other ladies are. I would be lying if I said there wasn’t a bit of down time between calls. During those times we usually just focus on each other. We’ve gotta keep our panties wet for you guys. That usually means fingering and licking. I try to keep the strap on away until the phone rings. I don’t want to get too distracted. The best is when it’s both. I’m not sure I can truly explain how hot it is to hear a guy jerking off over the phone when there’s a girl making me cum by licking or fingering or fucking me while he listens. It’s not as easy to time it so we cum together since I don’t have as much control as when I’m doing it myself, but that’s part of the fun. I’ll let you pick which girl I play with next. There are just too many options for me.
By Autumn, on August 30th, 2008 N is for No Limits
Think you’ve heard it all? You probably haven’t. It’s really hard to believe, but I am a pretty perverted girl. The dirty thoughts going through my head would blow your mind. I love EVERYTHING. Very few things get me hotter than the taboo. When I say “no limits” I also mean that as a submissive. Believe it or not, I can be quite a good one. I get a little bratty, but I’m sure you can handle it. It’s a pretty fun game to see if you can break me or beg me to stop. You probably can’t, but you can try. In fact, even if I beg to stop please don’t believe me. I really don’t want you to. If you need me to have a safe word we can play that way, but I promise I don’t need one. Breathe play? Totally! Knife play? You know it! Piercing? Oh yeah! Torture of any kind? Please! Especially on my tits. Fisting? Yes! I even know the perfect girls to do it to me. I do have two holes. You can tie me up and fuck me until I can’t even hold myself up. It can be human, animal or mineral. It all feels good in my tight cunt.
I really only have two rules. 1). I don’t call just anyone Sir. You have to prove it to me. 2). I will need to cum
By Autumn, on August 20th, 2008 M is for Moans
One of my favorite things in the whole, wide world is orgasms. I love cumming. I could lay in bed all day with hands in my panties and rub until I cum over and over again.
The beauty of this is that I do get to do that. I get to relax and you get to listen to me while I make myself feel so good. I especially love when you play with me. We can listen to each other get hotter and hotter until we both explode. We can talk dirty and filthy to each other. Tell each other our fantasies while our breathe gets heavier until we can barely get the words out.
I don’t know about you, but the more turned on I get the filthier the fantasies get. When I’m thisclose to the edge you might be surprised by what comes out of my mouth. It might shock you or it might be just to push to get you to squirt all over yourself. We could try it the other way too. You keep saying filthy and naughty things to me until I can’t hold back anymore.
Sometimes it’s nice to not talk at all. We can both just listen to the moans and groans and grunts of pure sex.
So which ones sounds the best? I think I’ll let you decide. You can also decide what happens to the panties after I get them all soaked.
By Autumn, on August 1st, 2008 L is for Lactation
Maybe it’s my biological clock ticking or maybe I’m just a pervert, but lately I’ve been watching a lot of videos involving women with big, milk filled tits getting the shit fucked out of them. I’m happier than a girl at the circus when I get to watch her getting pounded from behind while he’s milking her tits. It’s so hot to watch the milk squirt out of her while she’s moaning like a good little whore. I hear all of the hormones and such make a woman even hornier so she probably needs that big dick more than I do. Probably not, I’m a pretty huge slut.
When I see stuff like that I always get so turned out that my mind gets even filthier than what they usually show. I see him plowing his dick into her and squeezing her tits and of course thing that those milk bags need to be titty fucked so the milk can be used as lubricant. I get so turned on watching his reindeer sized dong working in and out of her tits until he sprays his own white mess all over her.
Of course, I want to be right there in the middle of the action licking and sucking both of their messes off of her huge tits. I can only imagine how good semen and breastmilk taste together. I bet it’s a delicious mix of salty and sweet.
Want to join me in the perversion or maybe you’d like to add your own?
By Autumn, on July 30th, 2008 K is for Kinky
I started this alphabet list to give you guys a better idea of what gets my pussy wet. Kinky is such a general term and can mean such different things to different people. That being said, I am one kinky bitch. I love anything and everything kinky. Anal sex is kinky to some people and I am totally into having my asshole reamed out by a big hard cock. Age play is kinky and I love playing that out too. Bondage? Yes please. CBT? Oh yeah! Oral sex? You know it! I really do love it all. There is no such thing as too kinky for me. Even if it’s too kinky for you, it isn’t for me. You know those REALLY dark thoughts that you have that only come out when you are so horny? The ones that only pop into your head when you haven’t had an orgasm in a long time and are so worked up you could explode? The ones you wouldn’t even think about telling the person you’re fucking because they would think you were such a pervert? Those are the ones I want to hear. Those ones get me hot. I don’t get to hear about sick, twisted things nearly enough. I enjoy BDSM and vanilla sex, but sometimes I need the taboo stories. Those gets me so turned on and worked up. Sometimes I need to lay back and rub my sweet, little pussy while you tell me something really fucked up. I’ll chime in every now and then with a “and then what?” or “how did it feel”, but mostly I’ll be getting myself off to what a perv you are. I’m not completely selfish. I’ll share some things with you too. I’ve got my fair share of taboo stories that will get your dick hard. You share yours first. Please?
By Autumn, on July 19th, 2008 J is for Jugs
One of the first things that people notice about me (besides the red hair) are my fairly large breasts. Even during the winter when I’m bundled up they are pretty visible. Ever since they first started to develop I’ve understood how attractive they are. The boys were always wanting to grope them, kiss them, play with them, and rub their dicks on them. Today most of the guys that I have sex with end up fucking my tits and spraying at least one load all of them. I can’t seem to help myself; I have to either rub the cum all over my perfect globes or have a taste of their fresh jizz off of my skin. Sometimes I’ll even let the cum dry on my breasts and go out so I can watch the men’s faces when they’ve noticed my glazed tits. It is so sexy to watch a cock disappear into my cleavage and see the head reappear and disappear as he fucks the shit out of my knockers. It’s especially hot when he’s holding onto them tight and squeezing and manhandling them. I love having them roughed up. The more marks the better. I love having them slapped around REALLY hard so that they get nice and red. Or having them whipped or flogged until I scream for you to stop. My tits look so hot when they are all bruised up and swollen and my nipples are hard for days because they’ve been just mangled. I consider this foreplay. The main event is the titty-fucking. That way when you’re holding them together and squeezing with your big strong hands they are nice and sore so I can feel every pump of your dick. I dare you to look at my picture and not daydream about emptying your balls all over that creamy white flesh.
By Autumn, on July 2nd, 2008 I is for Inanimate Objects
This is a pretty recent discovery for me. Not too long ago, I was browsing one of my favorite porn sites. I have a thing for watching guys masturbate so I was looking through those. I stumbled across a video of a guy pounding the shit out of his blow up doll. At first I thought it was silly, but I kept watching. Before I knew it, my pussy started to tingle and my nipples started to get hard. I don’t know what it was, but watching this dude on top of this doll and bending it and pounding into it. He was shoving his dick into whatever hole he could. It was the sexiest thing I’ve seen in a long time. You could tell this is how he wanted to fuck a real girl, but may have been too much of a pussy to actually give it to a girl that hard. He was giving it to this doll just to get himself off. I ended up cumming in my panties watching him cum in her fake cunt.
The next day, I searched a little harder. I found videos of men humping pillows (HOT!), mattresses (HOT!), exercise balls (HOT!), and stuffed animals (HOT!!!!). The more I watched the more I was enjoying it.
I’ve gotten to explore this new fetish of mine on the phone and in real life and it is still and endless source of entertainment. It’s crazy sexy and a little silly. It’s funny, fun, and hot. You really can’t go wrong with that.
So, what are you going to hump for me?
By Autumn, on June 19th, 2008 H is for Hands and Knees, Bitch.
There is something so powerful and liberating about standing above a groveling male. What the weakling did to get into that position doesn’t really matter. All that matters is that I look wicked sexy in a pair of shiny black leather boots that have just been licked clean. He won’t be licking anything else so I don’t need to worry about his poor tongue being tired. If he makes the mistake of saying anything other than what I instruct him to say he’s quickly reminded who’s boss by the slap of my strong hand across his face. Life is so easy when you just say what I tell you to. For so long you’ve made things so complicated by trying to think with your brain and that pathetic, tiny piece of meat hanging between your legs. Since your little penis reminds me of an ant I’m going to treat it like one. That means crushing it under my sparkling boot while you cry like the little bitch you are. If you’re a good boy that I think is capable of learning I’ll let you watch a real man fuck me. I have so many ways to train a little loser like you. Don’t forget to say thank you after each painful and humiliating thing I do to you. We both know you love every mean thing I say and do to you. Since you will never be fucking me, your only purpose is to be fucked *with*. If you can’t do that right, I have no problem kicking you to the curb. This is all about me. It has always been and will always be about me. I am the center of your universe and you are a pathetic piece of shit. I just love how you keep crawling back for more. I’m only being mean if I don’t enjoy it and I love every second of it.
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