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A Splash of Bukkake

Every once in awhile, a girl just needs a facial. Know what I mean?

Bukkake Bursts

 

At my recent Sex Party Weekend, there were about 100 people, men and women pretty evenly represented.

One of the things I find hilariously fun is bukkake. Not every girl likes having great gobs of cum all over her face or tits, but I think it is a hoot to kneel and have a dozen men (or more!) circle me or wander by, depositing their sperm onto my face, making my eyes burn, my nose get stuffy, and forcing a great intake of cum.

Swallow! Swallow! Swallow!

(An aside: I do understand that, for many, if not most, folks, bukkake is supposed to be a humiliating experience for the one getting covered in cum. I am just a weirdo and think it is a delightful game and gladly tilt my head back, welcoming what is donated to my cheeks, lips and chin. Sorry if that doesn’t feed [HAHA!] into your fantasy, but just telling the truth!)

Losing Count!

 

I woke up and thought, oh, yeah… bukkake sounds like a delightful endeavor this morning!

So, at breakfast, I tapped my orange juice glass to get everyone’s attention (people were eating at the table, in the kitchen, around the suite on couches and chairs) and said, “Bukkake Party after breakfast!” Several of the guys cheered; I laughed and went to pull my hair back.

I grabbed one of the many plastic tarps available and laid it out neatly. Then I stripped (seductively, of course), saying loudly, “I’m ready boys. Let the jacking off begin!”

Dripping Wet

I knelt down on the tarp and within a few minutes, naked, stroking men were hovering over me. I felt like a flower with bees… waiting to be pollinated.

You know what happened next… you’ve seen the videos (I know you have!).

Dripping with cum from forehead to tits (yeah, my hair suffered even though it was up in a bun), I ended up taking their gifts of semen for a little over an hour. Someone told me they stopped counting at 20. I was a fucking drippy mess!

I LOVED IT!

Even now, I can feel the heat of those spurts of rope shooting onto me. I clapped with every orgasm that found its way to my body.

If you dream of doing bukkake, DO IT! Then come back and share your story with me!

60-Years Old & His First Spanking!

At the 4-Day Weekend of Wild Sex in early February, 2017, I met a wonderful 60-year old gentleman, shy and soft-spoken; it really was surprising to see him at a 100+ people party, but here he was.

Spanking Wishes

During one round of introductions, this quiet man shared that he had always had . . . → Read More: 60-Years Old & His First Spanking!

My Pussy Hurts!

Hol-y FUCK, did I have an uh-MAZE-ing time from Thursday afternoon to Sunday night, partying my body off and entertaining others with theirs as well.  Me with 100 of my closest sex buddies: male and female, butch and femme, in panties and with strap-ons. A veritable cornucopia of decadence. I wish I could have brought . . . → Read More: My Pussy Hurts!

Sexing It Up This Long Weekend!

I leave tonight for my long Sex Party Weekend.

Wheee!

I am so excited, I have been a masturbating fool these past few days, imagining the fun I am going to have.

Bring on the Sybian!

Cannot wait to fill you in on all the naughty fun next week.

. . . → Read More: Sexing It Up This Long Weekend!

When the Call Goes Wonky

Phones Are Not Perfect!

Say you are talking to me, sharing deep & secret fantasies you have never told another soul before… and then the phone goes dead and we are cut off from each other.

You ask, “Are you there? Daphne?!”

And I don’t answer.

What do you think?

“Ack! I must . . . → Read More: When the Call Goes Wonky

The Hand Job

Fuck, I love giving hand jobs.

Reaching Out

It’s so nice to touch your cock when it is still flaccid, soft and gooshy.

I love feeling it… making it… go from a putty consistency to a really, really ripe peach, to a ripe peach and then a deliciously firm peach. (I especially can . . . → Read More: The Hand Job

Ballet Class: Tippy-Toes

When the girls in the classroom learn to stand on their toes, it is called en pointe.

Where’s the Point?

But, my little submissive, at his size and shape, wasn’t ever going to get up on his tippy-toes.

And they all knew it. He told me how he tried, over and over to . . . → Read More: Ballet Class: Tippy-Toes

Dinner Party Contest: A Win for ALL! (Part 2)

In Dinner Party Contest: A Win for ALL! (Part 1), I began the story of seduction of three vanilla friends of my play friend couple.

Here’s how the scoring stands at the moment:

Kissing – 2 points for me Pants or dress off Underwear off When genitals come out to play – 2 points . . . → Read More: Dinner Party Contest: A Win for ALL! (Part 2)

Dinner Party Contest: A Win for ALL! (Part 1)

Short Story: I FUCKING WON! (Twice!)

Last night I wrote about my Dinner Party Contest I was readying myself to attend. It was a Contest we were having to see who could corrupt the unsuspecting 3 guests the fastest and most completely.

Let’s review:

Our goal… the race… the CONTEST, if you will… is . . . → Read More: Dinner Party Contest: A Win for ALL! (Part 1)

The Contest: Preparations

So I am going to a dinner party tonight… a scripted, pre-choreographed and twisted dinner where my male-female playfriends (we play regularly) and I are hosting three unsuspecting friends of theirs.

The Contest Rules

My couple-friends and I met a few days ago, just chatting and having drinks, the dinner in a few . . . → Read More: The Contest: Preparations