This has been both a good and a bad year for me. Education has completely monopolized my time and I have posted very few stories in 2012. If I still have any readers out there, I will begin posting again at the end of June 2012. I will post one - two stories monthly because in truth, sex and porn are still my favorite pastimes.

So please accept my apologies, and watch out for more tales and tails at the end of June.

Kitala 

Finally . . . I’m back. 

I have a beautiful view of the ocean, but I’m longing for sex.

I swear, there must be something wrong with me.  I think about sex all the time.  I’m not exaggerating either.  As I’m sitting here telling you this, watching the ocean from my window, I’m horny as all hell and waiting for a screw.

My mind is wandering off to the time that I first met Curtis, in that way.

I was at a hotel in Ocean City, MD with a great view of the ocean.  A view that I did not see too often because I was too busy getting my clit polished by my Hitachi Wand and my ass nailed by Curtis and his big black dick.

Ladies, if you don’t have a Wand I strongly recommend that you get one and check it out for yourself.  It definitely knows how to talk to the clit, over and over again.  Fellas, buy one for your lady.  You can tell her to rock her clit with it, while you take good fuckin’ care of other parts of her body. 

But back to Curtis, Curtis, Curtis.  That brother easily fucked my brains out and kept me checkin’ for him every time I was in town.  And I made it a point to be in town at least 6 times a month.

By now you guys probably know that I am an anal sex addict.  I absolutely love the feel of a big dick in my ass!  I love it so much that if I deal with a man who won’t fuck me in the ass, that’s all she wrote baby and it’s on to the next one. 

Now in polite society I guess I’d be called a whore, ho’, ‘slut, tramp, and all around skank.  But when a man goes trampin’ around, he gets kudos and pats on the back.  I’ve never bought into the idea that a woman must be chaste, virginal, blah, blah, blah, while a man can act like the biggest tramp around.

I like to fuck, plain and simple.  Even though I’m very selective as to who can enter my temple, make no mistake, I try to fuck as much as possible.  And if I decide that I’m going to fuck you, you better start worshipping at my big black round ass.

Kiss it, lick it, bury your face in it, bite my cheeks, wet me down, spank my ass, pull out your dick, stick it in my ass, and fuck me.  Think of my ass as the multi-million dollar lottery ticket, and you want to grab it and never let go. 

Plow my ass because I want to feel it all.

 I say slide that dick in and bury that muthafuckin’ bone as deep as you can.  Then pin me down and fuck my ass until I speak every dialect known on the African continent.  Now when I really start workin’ my ass, clawing and grabbing at the sheets, plunge that bone in even deeper and fuck me til’ I get the shakes.

Get ready now, cause when I let out that loud, guttural “mmmmmmmmmmewwwwwkk-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k, fuck my ass even deeper.  Wait, okay, give it to me harddddttttt.  Give me the sweatiest, hardest ride you can muster, pace yourself, and fuck me even harder.  And faster.

Now pick me up and sit me down on your dick.

Hold me real real tight, and pump your dick up and down inside me.  Cum on baby I know you can do it.  Make me cum againnn, cum on, you can can can . . .

Damn, there I go ramblin’ again.  I guess you get the point I’m trying to make.  I love to fuck and obviously, I have no shame when it comes to screwin so screw me baby.

Fuck my ass and make me sing, (to the tune of the Hokey Pokey),

You put your big dick in,

You pull your big dick out,

You stick your big dick in and

You plunge it all about,

Screw my big nice ass

While you turn me inside out,

That’s what it’s all about.

Now you can lift me up

Or you can pin me down

You can fuck me by the window

You can screw me to the ground

But just keep fuckin’ my ass

And then spank me really hard

That’s what it’s all about!

There must be something wrong with me because I think about sex all of the time.  But hell, so what.  I like to fuck so screw me.  The ocean seems a bit choppy today.  I’ve gotta run now because Curtis will be here in about ten minutes.

So, with the ocean as my backdrop, and a dildo in my ass, I bid you adieu.  Next week I’ll tell you about the fuckin’ good time I had with Curtis.  My ass is about to get fucked, waxed, and spp—anked!!

Sorry, sorry, sorry.  There’s been so much drama with friends and family that I haven’t had the time, or the energy to write.  I absolutely will post something by month’s end.

Wishing everyone a happy, safe, and successful New Year,

Kitala

I apologize for missing another of my self-imposed deadlines.  I’m bogged down with research papers and final exam preparation.  But I beg your indulgence and will post a free story on December 21.

Writing, studying, and bone tired,

Kitala

I’m in the big NYC for a few weeks but I’m still writing.  New York, New York - loved Frank Sinatra’s version of the song, and absolute hate Jay-Z and Alicia Keys messy version.  Why mess with a classic?

Anyway, I’ll be back in at the end of November with 2 new stories.

Enjoy the Fall,

Kitala

. . . . When she finally stops, I am spent.  My hair is all over the place and I’m drenched in sweat.  I’m breathing heavy, moaning and trembling.    Wendy unties my leg and uncuffs my hand.  I lay there on my stomach on the stairs for about 15 minutes as Wendy thrills me further with her tongue in my bumhole.

This is so blissful, I could lay right here, being serviced on the stairs, forever.  But the truth is I wanted more — of that cock.

Even more truth — Wendy fucked me good.  That old woman fucked my ass soooo good that I still wanted more of that rubber cock.  And the feel of her tongue just made my longing more intense.  Shamefully, I actually begged her saying, “please just fuck me in the ass like that again Wendy.  Please just one more go with your super cock.”

But that pissed her off and it was not to be, at least not in the manner that I wished it to be.  Abruptly, Wendy stops working her tongue into my ass and orders me to go to the bathroom in the basement.

With tears in my voice, I ask Wendy to please spare me the punishment.  I say, “I’ll make it up to you right now, lay down and let me pleasure your puss with my mouth.  I promise I’ll eat you out so good you’ll come back for more.”

Wendy isn’t having it.  She slaps me hard across my face three times, and tells me to move my dirty mouth and bring my filthy bum along.

I know the drill so I go down to the basement and enter the small bathroom.  I stand in the middle of the room, lift my right leg, hold my ankle and wait for Wendy.

She walks into the bathroom and tells me that she has a new punishment for me.  Wendy instructs me to step into the tub and to make sure that my face is in the direction of the bathroom’s entrance.  She leaves for a few minutes and returns wearing a harness with a larger dildo, and holding a full, and large enema bag.

I almost faint.

Wendy said she is going to administer the enema, and then give me “a very rough bumhole treatment.”

Step two of my punishment will be an hour long spanking with a paddle because she already knows that I will expel the water from the enema.  She gladly says that the third and final step of my punishment is another enema, the insertion of a butt plug into my bumhole and then my having to bury my mouth between her very ample bum.

I begin to cry and to protest.  Wendy smacks me hard again, three times across my face, quickly bends me forward, and spanks my bum, hard, until my cries turn to high pitched shrieks.

Now, without a word, she steps in the tub behind me, roughly spreads my cheeks, and inserts the enema tube and three of her fingers in my bum.

I cry and cry.  With the enema tube still inside of me, Wendy continues to finger my bumhole.  The more she fingers my bum, the more water I expel.

Finally, she removes the enema tube and orders me to bend at the waist and place my hands on the floor.  With me bent over the tub, and with her fingers still in my bum, Wendy pushes the larger cock into my bum and starts to hump me from behind.

This time she is very, very rough and instead of moaning and loving this ass fuck, I’m crying and begging for it to end.  I’m no longer moaning and yelling “fuck me, fuck, fuck, fuck.  Instead, I’m screeching stop, stop, pleasseeeee stopppppp.”

She pulls her fingers out of me long enough to shove them into my mouth, and then she continues to attack my swollen bum with her cock.

At last, Wendy completes the first step of my punishment and steps out of the tub.  She turns on the shower, and shoves me under the jets, ordering me to stand there for five minutes.

I’m angry with myself and crying hysterically in the shower.  I was so greedy and lusting for that damn cock.  No I just had to have that cock the way Wendy wields that cock.  For all of my greed, I now have to suffer through having my wet and bruised bum paddled for an hour.

And Wendy means one hour.  She grabs her timer and orders me to go upstairs and to kneel on all fours on the very stairs in which I was cuffed and fucked.

With my body aching, I look into Wendy’s eyes hoping for pity.

Instead she laughs and says “you’ll get no sympathy from me Dearie.  The nerve of you offering to crawl, and to ‘eat me out’ and to be my slut.  Offering me your bum!?!.  And your use of such filthy, dirty  language made my heart stop.  No sympathy Dearie.  Tsk, tsk.”  And then she stuffs her panties into my mouth.

Slowly and silently, I take my place on the stairs.

My eyes tremble tears as Wendy first ties my hands in front of me and then latches the rope to the banister.  My heart shrieks as she pulls my legs straight out and crosses them at the ankles before binding them tightly with a leather rope.  And my mouth screams with the first wicked strike of that heavy wooden paddle across my wet bare ass.

WEDNESDAY
Today, I’ll receive the closest thing to love when Wendy-seda (“Wendy”) arrives at 11 a.m.

As usual Wendy’s on time.  She drops her bags at the door and rushes into the bathroom to run me an apple-cinnamon bubble bath.  While I soak in the bathtub for about an hour, Wendy bathes me from head to toe.

She washes my back, caresses and licks my boobs and sucks my toes.  Wendy eases me on my feet and lovingly soaps and washes my bumhole and my peach.  After my bath, Wendy rubs me down with sweet apple-cinnamon oils.

She has me kneel on all fours and spread my bumcheeks.  And then she generously oils my bum and uses her tongue to thoroughly lubricate my bumhole.

Wendy is in her late mid- to late- 50s.  She’s the grandmotherly type of olden times, and actually reminds me of frumpy ole Alice from the Brady Bunch television show.  I never would have imagined that someone like her would love to play with a woman’s bottom as much as she does.

She’s a bit of a hefty woman, and when my bath time is over Wendy carries me from the bathtub and lays me on my stomach on the stairs.  The stairs will be our playground for most of today’s session.

Wendy doesn’t deviate much from her routine, but every now and then she gives me a little something extra, like a brutal hand spanking across my bum and my sweet peach, forcing me to crawl between her thighs and suck her off while she spanks my wet bum, or inviting her Bridge partner over so they can double-team me.

Today Wendy informs me that it will be a special day.  She ties my right leg high on the banister so that my bumhole is readily available.  Wendy rubs some cherry-scented oil between her thighs and says that I am going to suck on her bare puss and eat her cum while she shows me more of the many pleasures of Greek Love. 

I admit there is something so erotic and deliciously smutty about having my face buried in Wendy’s muff while she gives my bumhole a vigorous workout with a rubber or glass dildo, or other instruments that she’ll use to please my bum.

Wendy cuffs my right hand to one of the spindles of the banister and firmly plops her wide bum on my left.  She licks her lips, which is the signal for me to “git to lickin.”

I oblige and lower my eager mouth between her thighs and immediately start sucking and licking her pussy.  Wendy does not moan or yelp.  She just breathes deeper and deeper and sighs lowly every now and then.  My job is to keep my face buried between her thighs and my mouth on her pussy at all times.

Wendy’s hands find my bum and she slides one, two, three fingers into my hole.  After a few moments of finger play, Wendy slaps me across the bum with what feels like a dildo.  She slowly slides it into my bumhole and twirls it, turns it back and forth, back and forth.  This hurts and feels good at the same time.

I grab hold of Wendy’s clit with my lips and teeth and chomp down.  I’m trying not to stop sucking her puss but I can’t control the urge to move.  I can’t concentrate, I can’t.  Wendy continues twirling the dildo inside of me, back and forth, back and forth.  Then she pushes it in further and pulls it out.  In.  Out.  Back.  Forth.  I’m cumming, I’m horny, I need to move, to work my bum, to scream, to cry out from the joy and pain.

I know if I stop sucking her puss, Wendy will punish me before she leaves.  She’ll make me stand in the middle of the bathroom, holding one of my ankles in the air, while she spanks my bare bum with a riding crop until my old welts swell again.

I can’t take it any longer, and I lift my head and let out a hard, long mmmm unnnnnnnnnnnnnnn.  She orders me to go back down on her but I can’t.  My bum is on fire from the sweet fuck of that dildo planted deeply in my hole.

She’s working the dildo faster now, and I’m moaning and screaming fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.  She’s fucking me deep with my right leg cuffed high on the banister, and that deliciously sweet dildo buried so deeply in my bumhole.

I give up and willingly accept any punishment Wendy heaps upon me, as long as she keeps giving me the sweet pleasure and pain of Greek Love.

Wendy has that dildo fucking me fast, slow, deep, and hard.  She brings me to several orgasms or just plain spasms, take your pick.

Now I’m working my bum, trying to meet each thrust and turn of the dildo.  I push my bum out and grind my hips so I can feel every inch of that rubber cock.  I’m pleading with Wendy to “please take my ass, just take it Wendy, give me a good screw.  Screw me Wendy, fuck my ass, fuck it now goddamnit.” 

I know she’ll spank me viciously for this because Wendy does not allow me to talk dirty or to use such words.  But right now I don’t care about the spanking.  I want more of that dildo and I let her know in no uncertain terms.

In between gasps I say, “Wenddddyyyy, fuck my assssss, that’s whatttttttt I pay youuuuuuuu  forrrrrrrrr.  Fuck, fuck, love ittttt   in    myeeeeeee    fuckinggggg   asssssss.  Goddamnit bitcchhhhh,  I-I-I-I-I- shaiddddd  f-f-f-fuckkkkkkkk   meeeeeeee nowwwww.”

Wendy grunted and stopped.  She walked over to the door and pulled out a harness with a dildo attached.  Once Wendy was strapped up, she went to town on my bum and fucked me sore.  Wendy had me screaming, “yessssh  fuckkkkk my ass, fuck my tighttt ass mama.  Oh shit mama, mama mamaaaaa   I’ll crawl for you, I’ll crawl for you Wendyyyyyyyy. 

Pleassssseeee uncuff meeeeee.  Let meeee  screwwww    your cockkkkk.   I’ll give itttt a real gooodddddd screwwww    Wenddyyyyyy.  Oh ggoddddd,   yeah yeahhhhhhhhh unnnnnnnnhhhh.   Wen  dyyyyy  I’m a slutttt for youuuuuuuuu, take my assssssssssss mamaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa     mamaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa       fuckkkkkkkkkkk.”

It felt so damn good, I wanted to stay in anal heaven . . . .

TO BE CONTINUED

I plan to post a short, two-part story on Tuesday (Part I) and Thursday afternoon (Part II).  I hope you enjoy it.

If ever there was a theme song for me it would probably be Me So Horny by 2 Live Crew.

Kitala

LIVING IN THE SHADOWS

Currently, I am having sexual contact six days out of the week.  On the seventh day I rest, and I also go to church to confess all of my sins to my priest. 

I am a soul without direction, a woman without real love in her life.  So I exist among the soulless and the shadows.  Among the leather straps, the riding crops, the dildos and dongs.  I survive in the shadows among the butt plugs, the whips, the chains, the paddles and canes.  And I endure as much pain as my empty heart will allow to be heaped upon me.

I don’t know for sure but I believe my lovers (for lack of a better word) know each other.  If not they are at least aware of each other’s “specialties” because each plays off of my body’s treatment from the previous day.  During a week when I was certainly suffering from delirium I crafted names for each of my six lovers from the day of the week that each visited me, beginning with Daymon and ending with Asyadurt.

Today is Monday so Daymon will spank and paddle me until my bum is sore, red and bruised.  His sessions begin at 7 p.m. sharp and end at 10 p.m.  He is all business.  My orders are to be completely naked when he arrives. 

At 7 p.m. Daymon enters my home.  He places his duffel bag on the floor and snaps his fingers once.  I walk over to him and kneel.  Daymon gags me, and snaps his fingers twice.  I walk over to the duffel bag, pull out the leather seat-less panties, and step into them.  I retrieve the 5” stilettos from the bag and walk over to Daymon.  Gently, he raises my left then my right foot, and I step into the shoes.

Daymon gives a low whistle — I bend over and spread my legs wide enough for my bum cheeks to part.  I place my left and right hands against the outer part of my left and right ankles.  I remain in this position for about ten minutes while Daymon pulls different instruments from his duffel bag.

He walks over and firmly straps my hands to my ankles and places me on the dining room table, face down, with my bum in the air.  I will remain there for the next 15 minutes while Daymon drinks 3 Hennessey and cokes.

My body stiffens as Daymon squirts a cold lubricant into my bumhole.  Immediately a thick metal instrument enters my bum, and the pain begins.  Daymon picks me up from the table and carries me into my bedroom.  There he tethers my bound ankles to the leather straps hanging from the bedposts.  As always, the tears begin to fall before the first stroke of Daymon’s heavy rubber paddle against my bare bum.

My bum will be paddled in this position until 8:45 p.m.  Daymon will ignore my muffled cries and my pleas for leniency.  He paddles my soft, white, ample bum until it is red, marked, welted and mottled.  And then he will begin again.

At 8:45 Daymon will release the binds and carry me down the backstairs leading into the garage.  He walks to the back of the garage and lays me face down on the picnic table.  My hands are bound underneath the table, while my legs are spread, lifted and bound to the metal hooks on the back wall. 

From this point until 10 p.m., Daymon will alternate between sadistically fucking my bum with a metal instrument, and whipping my bum, thighs, and cunt with the 40 leather tails of his heavy flogger.  Through the gag, my muffled screams are hoarse and almost inaudible.  My eyes are swollen and cried out.

Daymon will whip and fuck me instrumentally without hatred, without love, without mercy or concern for a stroke count.  He will do this because he knows my deepest and darkest desires.  My heart aches for the love I don’t have while it longs for the pain that I continue to endure. . . .

Apologies for missing my self-imposed deadline but I am swamped with work.  I will post a chapter next.

Kitala