Can We Do It Anywhere?

Some people are uninhibited; while others aren't.

Some people remain confined to a bedroom, while others can be in a park, club, diner or telephone booth ...

Some people are voyeuristic [fyi - this is classified as a paraphilia according to the DSM IV] and exhibitionists, while others suffer from scopophobia...

I know I loooove challenge and thrill. Let's exchange stories. What's some of the craziest places you've been fondled, given, received or exchanged oral pleasures or had sex in? I'm not too interested in why it was so exciting, because to me, anything other than the 'norm' is exciting... but if you do wanna tell ... I'm all eyes.


Feel free to post anonymously, but if your story is that much interesting, I might just wanna know who you are.




KarrieB

Toy Story...

Looking at my digital Brookstone alarm clock ... it's about 12:07am. I'm under my Ralph Lauren comforter thinking of something to blog about on RTRW. Writer's block sucks.

Just got out a nice hot shower. Exhausted. Hungry. But fuck all that ... I'm horny as hell.

He's not around and won't be for another day or two and Toy is somewhere in the Linen Closet, chillin'... Or maybe even hiding. Smh.

What's a girl to do...?

Usually when He isn't around, Toy usually holds me down. Toy isn't as good, but he does the job ... Sometimes. Toy does what the fuck I want, when the fuck I want, how the fuck I want. As much as I love to take demands, Toy doesn't give me any. Which works for our kinda relationship.

Him on the other hand, does the job ALL the time.

12:26am now. I realize that I need to think much faster - either about an interesting blog topic or a way to pacify my throbbing clit.

Damnit. RTRW can wait. Besides, I wrote earlier today.


Now back to the matter at hand. Should I wait? Or should I give Toy a shout?


I decide to make a mad dash for Toy ...hoping he doesn't see me before I see him and hide himself Between The Sheets [love that song]. I go in the Linen Closet and look on my stop shelf. Nothing. Now I'm looking under my sheets, over the towels ... NOTHING.


Grrrr... Ain't this a B! I can't find Toy. And I don't want any other toy BUT Toy [yes I'm spoiled! so the fuck what?]. Why would he be hiding? I don't use him that much.


12:41am. Ugh!

Think Karrie, think... I grab my BB Curve, type in my password, scroll over to my BBM icon ... scroll down to His name. I type "Hey, do you think you can swing by for a lil, we need to talk". [This always works]. Then hit send.

As I await the response that may or may not cool this heat from rising beneath me, I pull out my laptop, open up Firefox, type in blogger.com and start brainstorming.

To Be Continued.



KarrieB