Back in 2010
I'm officially away from the blog now, so any comments left will be answered on my return.There are a few blog posts that I have scheduled in my absence, yes I can be organised like that:)
Love
Pashun
xx
As they closed up for the evening, Roxy and Suki talked through the plan about a million times before making their way to Vixen’s place.
Vixen was all smiles, thinking she was about to get some pussy, but Roxy and Suki were packing.
Roxy, walked over to Vixen kissed her, unzipped her jeans, then held on to Vixen’s cock, with speed Suki, removed Vixen’s strap on, “Switch bitch”.
Vixen looked at Roxy, “After all this time, it took you this long, to make me switch for you, you can’t go through with it. You had to bring her with you”.
Suki whispered “Just open up, like the slut you are”.
“You like this cock in your mouth Vixen, you like cock in your mouth, answer me”, Roxy asked,watching Vixen’s lips on the strap on.
“Oh I hate you right now, you are wearing a cock, you can’t strap me Roxy, you’ve never been a top”
“No Vixen, this is not about hate, you said you wanted me back, I think you love this”.
Roxy pushed the strap on further into Vixen’s mouth, watching her eyes get bigger, almost in shock. Suki, took out a thick black vibrator and buzzed Vixen’s pussy.
“Shit, you are going to make come”
“That’s what I want, to see you come”
“No Roxy, I fuck you, you know that, you used to be my bottom bitch”.
“Is that right? So why is your pussy so fucking wet, you want me to fuck you, you want to get fucked”.
“Yes my pussy is wet, yes I want you to fuck me, I can’t believe I’m saying this”.
Roxy stroked Vixen’s clit, then offered her fingers for Suki to lick. Suki smiled “Vixen you taste so sweet”.
Vixen begged Roxy to fuck her, but Suki looked at her and said “Not so fast, we’ll let you know when that pussy gets some cock, you are not in control”.
Suki gathered up the toys and sat in the car, she waited while Roxy teased Vixen even more. Suki pulled out her cell and was quick to let everyone know how Vixen was about to get strapped.
“Roxy, let lick me your pussy, please”
“Vixen, I’m going to fuck you just how you fucked me, remember, turn over”. Vixen hesitated, before she moved, she felt Roxy’s hands prising her legs apart.
“Roxy, I’m the one who fucks you, you can’t let anyone know, Roxy, are you listening to me”.
Vixen let out a moan, as the thick hardness entered her cunt, she held on to the bed as Roxy fucked her until she creamed all over the strap on.
“Shit, Roxy, push that cock in me, oh fuck”
Suki walked back in, she had to watch, the sight of Vixen getting fucked was a complete turn on. Roxy sunk the cock in deep, pulling out and plunging it back in again.
“Nice juicy pussy, Suki she keeps on moving, bring me the cuffs”.
“Roxy, shit, you are really getting into this”
“Give me the cuffs Suki”.
Roxy handcuffed Vixen to the bed, “Not so butch now Vixen, your cock’s on the floor, I’ve fucked your pussy and your mouth”.
“Please, fuck me Roxy”
“What was that?”
“Roxy, please fuck me”
Vixen motioned for Suki to come over. Suki sat on Vixen’s face, feeling Vixen’s tongue lick her clit, Roxy entered Vixen’s pussy, thrusting hard and fast.
“Roxy, I’m coming, fuck me, harder, harder”
“Not yet Vixen”, said Roxy, slowing removing the cuffs from Vixen.
Roxy went to sit on a chair “Time for some titty play”. Vixen and Suki pinched her nipples, biting them, sucking them. Suki got the clamps, “Just how you like it, nice and tight”.
Suki ate Roxy’s pussy, fingering her arse at the same time until she squirted.
They positioned Vixen on all fours, took turns in fucking her until she moaned.
Roxy kissed Vixen’s while thrusting the cock back and forth, “Vixen, this is my pussy right”.
When Vixen remained silent, she said it again “Vixen, this is my pussy right”, grinding her into submission.
Vixen raised her hips answering “Yes Roxy, this pussy belongs to you”.
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You know there’s more to this story? Going have to wait for Part 3, what can Roxy, Suki and Vixen get up to next, suggestions please:)
Warning: This is a long blog entry, but every now and again, I like a challenge
Walking through the gates, straight up to her office went Roxy aka Black Sensation,she was the owner of Hot Talk a sex chat line service located in the city centre.
Roxy loved her job, the women that worked for her paid a rental fee for their booth, the conversations were often wild, she had started off with just a few operators, but now she managed a team occupying three floors.
Hot Talk was her passion.
Tonight’s stint was what she called “Staying on point”, just to prove to herself and her staff that “chatting freaky pays the bills”. She liked to keep her eye on her business, she took calls at least three times a week.
The next call appeared on her screen:
“Hmm, hello am I speaking with Black Sensation?”
“Sure you are, but sweetheart, you might want to call the Pussy Bump line, because I only chat with men”.
“I’ll pay extra” said the very seductive caller.
Roxy put the phone on mute “Wait a minute, she wants to pay extra to talk with me”.
“Ok, press the more button on your screen, now tell me your fantasy”.
“Black Sensation, I like your name but can we be less formal, like can I call you something else?”
“Whatever floats your boat sweetie”.
“How about Roxy Collins?”
Roxy paused before answering , there was only one person who knew her real name but she tried to keep her composure and replied “Yep, I’m here, but we are taking this offline, I’ll call you back”.
Everyone at the office called her Miss Sensation, she had made it clear from the start.
As she walked to her car, she thought about what she would say.
“How did you find me?”
“I worked it out for myself, come on it wasn’t that hard, I mean your voice is so unique”
“So what is it, what do you want Vixen?
“I want you back, Roxy. I miss us, I miss you”.
Vixen was the woman she switched for, they had a five year relationship during which they sampled every kind of fetish and kink.
Roxy had been her bottom, she got strapped from Vixen on the regular, it took some getting used to. Vixen took pride in being a stud, wore a cock at all times.
Their affair ended when Roxy found Vixen with her mouth on another woman.
Roxy had met Vixen at a club called Planet Pussy, it was a crappy place, cheap liquor, tacky interior but well known for quick hook-ups. Vixen pulled Roxy for a dance and rubbed her hands over her thighs before leaning in for a kiss and that pretty much sealed it, they were an item from then onwards.
After the break up, Roxy steered clear of relationships, for a while she went through a “fuck them, leave them” phase, but soon tired of the lack of intimacy.
“You want me back, Vixen you are full of shit, you broke my heart”
“Bet I can repair it though, give me a chance Roxy please”.
Without thinking Roxy went to meet her, just to hear what she had to say.
Vixen slowly caressed the back of Roxy’s neck, sucked on her bottom lip. She slipped her fingers into her pussy and moaned “You know this is all mine, quit playing”.
“Playing? You know all about that, that’s what the problem was, you going around like some pussy bandit”
“Roxy, baby you know I’ve changed since then, all I am asking is for a chance”.
“You must think I’m still the same Roxy, you can fuck around with, not any more Vixen”.
“Roxy, baby, give me a chance, come on girl please”.
“I have to go, remember I have a business to run”.
As Roxy got out of her car, all she could think was that Vixen was crazy if she thought she could just enter her life again.
“Miss Sensation, are you alright?” asked Suki.
Suki was what you call a sexy mature woman she saw Roxy’s advertisement in the local newspaper, turned up at the office asking for a job.
Roxy wasn’t sure about her at first, she had this shyness about her, but once she got on those lines she was forever vamping it up, very popular with a particular caller,Big Willy.
“I asked, are you alright?”
“Suki can you keep a secret, remember Vixen”
“Please, you can’t go back to her, not after last time”
“She called and I went to see her”
“Well, well Roxy, I think Vixen has no idea what she is getting herself into”.
He has his thick
black cock
in
my
pussy
Fucking me
Making me moan
Asking me
to
say
his
name
Pleasure
Pain
Mechanical thrusts
Heartfelt lust
I’m gonna cum again
Strong hands
gripping my hair
Intensity
Please, baby please
just fuck me
So he rubs my clit
watches the juices fall
Brings me to that point
where I surrender to
the cock
I give in, give up, give it to him
He works the pussy
worships it
praying over it
Oh how I love
my workerman,
my Big Bamboo
stiff, hard fuckerman
11 inches from my past
As I bounce on the cock head
he whispers in my ear “Gal fi beg”
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My lips were wrapped around his cock, my hands were playing with his balls:
“Fuck, shit, that feels so good, fuck, I’m gonna cum”.
“Shh, be quiet, you know they are in the other room”.
I almost laughed, he was trying not to make any noise, but the tongue lashing he was receiving was all too much.
He flipped me over and entered me from the back, I held onto the sink and knocked one of the taps, there was water everywhere.
“We better hurry up”.
“Easy babes, shit I can’t wait all night, I have to fuck you now”.
“Come on then, fuck the pussy, you know it’s yours”.
“Oh fuck, why did you have to go and say that for, oh shit”.
He lifted me up and bounced me on his cock, I grabbed onto his neck, whispering “Give me the dick, fucking give me the dick”.
We heard voices, “Are you alright, we’re ready to eat now”.
I smoothed my clothes, fixed my hair and walked back to the table.
Through the chatter, opening the presents, my pussy was fire, all I kept on thinking was how we were going to get out of there.
“You know we still have a few more visits to make, so, you know”.
With that, we left. He grabbed my arse while waiting for the bus.
“Are you going to let me eat you out?”
“Are you going to give me that dick?”
“Yes of course”
“I want it hard”
“Get my cock out, rub it”
So can you imagine? It was freezing, I was having a feel of his cock, while waiting for a bus…
Finally, we got back to his place, I ripped off his clothes, I pushed my tits in his face.
“Let me suck those big tits of yours”
“You know I love it when you bite them”.
He sucked my boobs just how I liked, pinching my nipples, putting them in his mouth, while fingering my pussy.
I wanted him inside of me, so I parted my thighs and sat on his cock, I rode the shit out of him.
“Fuck babes, you are horny”
“I’m not going to see you for a month, so I am making sure you get the proper tings”
I fucked him, I fucked him until he squirted his come all over my tits. I fucked him to make sure that I when got back my name was still written on his cock.
After he licked my pussy clean, he looked at me and said:
“Marry me”.
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Why was I awake so early this morning, thinking of him, thinking of ex lovers, why was I reflecting on life.
I am still on my blog break but I miss blogging so much, I have not written in my journal for months, so when I opened it and began to read I was somewhat surprised.
Amongst my usual entries of recent events, were my goals, dreams, fears, regrets and achievements.
Rarely am I so open on my blog, I suppose creating the persona Pashun Nate makes it easy for me to explore my sexual fantasies, fetishes and kinks.
But this is all from the safety from my keyboard, I was asked a question last night and it got me thinking, I was asked “No new adventures to blog about?”.
Shit, it is so true, apart from the fact that I am seriously busy, I have not experienced anything new.
I gave a blanket answer that I was taking a break from the blog, to focus on other projects but was quick to mention that I was without a playmate or partner.
My celibacy is fast approaching the 2 year mark, something tells me that unless I get back out there, make myself visible that this could be a long spell. I am beginning to think that I actually like being celibate.
This makes no sense at all, I am horny but then I realise that having my first HIV test this year scared me silly, yes it was negative but the whole experience was frightening.
I am a sexual being, but is a casual fuck what I want right now, I think not.
What exactly am I afraid of?
Rejection perhaps, writing my Good Sex, Bad Men post brought back memories that I really want to forget, but I know in order for me to move forward I have to let go. Writing that blog post was a part of the process.
No more reposts, no more looking back, 10 inches,The Entertainer, Mr Fix It, The Cockster as well as the poetry are about men I loved. They are no longer a part of my life.
It has been great to blog about my sexuality in this way, I was charting my sexual journey.
On my return there will a new format, yes I am going there, site reviews, you think all the cybersex was for nothing? I’ll be writing reviews on social networks, porn, erotica, a few How To articles, posting samples from the the stories I am currently writing (fiction).
Fellow bloggers, at some point I’ll be looking to create a few guest blogger posts, please let me know if you are up for that.
This is officially my last blog post of the year, I’m off to buy some Christmas presents…
Kinky Blessings
Pashun
xxx
If you have been reading my blog for a while then I’m assuming that you know all about Big Bamboo, Ten Inches of Jamaica and read Kinky Fuckers Part 1 and 2, if not what are you waiting for:)
Having reread the posts I saw a pattern:
Jamaican men
Pussy eating
Church men that were kinky
But my involvement with freaky pastors started way before Ten Inches of Jamaica.
This is how it all began.
He was beautiful, full soft lips and a fit body to match. When I met him he had a prominent position in the church and I really could not understand what he saw in me.
As I had clearly told him that I keep my bible at home and my church in my heart, I was not in regular attendance.
Yet he pursued me, he practically cornered me and let me know how sexy I was, he wanted to kiss, lick and caress.
I tried my best to pay attention when he was talking but all I could think about was whether he was any good in bed, if he was really kinky.
Him: What are you worried about?
Me: You are a Christian
Him: Yes I know
Me: So how can you even think about sleeping with me
Him: Actually I was thinking about a relationship
Me: Oh
We had a relationship, an interesting one, he prayed before we had sex, I was always used to ask him why. He said that it was because he wanted our union to be blessed.
He looked so sexy, with his suit on and a tie, so smart. How many preachers wear tight boxer shorts? I could not wait to get his clothes off.
I have never used so much honey, whipped cream and chocolate sauce in my life, preacher man had a very sweet tooth. His favourite thing was to pour everything on me and lick it off.
We spent most of our time fucking each other silly, his cock in my mouth, pussy and in between my tits. He had a thing about my arse and would rub it with cocoa butter.
One night he confessed that he wanted to watch me with another woman, and I said that I was not up for it.
He whispered in my ear and said:
“Baby, imagine her soft tongue on your clit, licking you tasting you, would you like that?”.
I tried hard not to get turned on, but I could not help it. He slowly pushed his fingers into my pussy and I moaned.
“Her mouth is over you, she touches your tits, plays with your nipples. She is teasing you, she wants to fuck you”.
“Stop it, stop talking like that”
“Why?”
“You know why”
“This is turning you on, the thought of a woman with big tits, licking your clit, making you scream”
“Shit, shit, shit, fuck me with your fingers, fuck me hard”.
The phone rang it was of the members from the church, they were on their way over.
“Fuck, we better clear up this mess”. I was in a panic, the house smelt of sex.
We opened up all of the windows, I sprayed air freshener, when it had finished I used my perfume instead.
The house looked good, we put our clothes back on and I sat looking innocent.
A few minutes later, one of the church sisters was chatting away with him, telling him all her problems and I heard her say:
If only he could just behave himself, resist the temptation of sex. You are a perfect example.
She came in to greet me, we spoke for a bit and she left.
“Wow, that went well”
“It was close, we forgot to put away the honey, my boxer shorts were on the floor”
“What? She must have seen them”
“Come here”
We kissed each other and then I felt his fingers in my pussy again and I moaned “Put your cock inside” and he whispered “Pretend I’m a woman fucking you with a strap on”.
I closed my eyes and fantasised that it was a woman fucking me from behind, her hands on my hips, pulling me closer to her, grabbing my hair and pinching my nipples
My fantasy shocked me, as I even thought about what she would look and feel like, a voluptuous woman, soft skin, big breasts with a gentle touch and a wicked smile.
I would suck her strap on and look into her eyes and caress the round cheeks of her arse.
She would position me in a 69, so that we could taste each other’s sweet pussy until orgasm.
My fantasy came to a halt as I felt him thrust harder and harder and I knew that he was about to fill me up.
The following Sunday he went to church, things went crazy after that. Miss Chatty Church Sister had seen the stuff we left out and told everyone.
It was late and my phone rang, he wanted to talk:
“They know, we can’t see each other any more”
“Ok, I’m upset but I knew that this could happen”
“Look, you need a man who is honest with you, not all this shit”
“Yeah, I know”
The thing is as much I knew that I was playing with fire, so to speak, it was just too exciting for me at the time. I liked the rush and the excitement.
Not all church men are like that, maybe the ones I met were not sure whether they wanted to be fully involved in the church, they struggled with repression.
Maybe that was the attraction for me, as I was battling with the restrictions in my life, some of them self imposed.
Some of the best sex I have had has been with men from the church. They were keen, they were Kinky Fuckers.
This is a repost of Sweet Jamaica, published in April 2009
My last few blog posts have all been about Jamaican men, I have a weakness for them, they understand me, no need to explain who I am, we like the same food, talk the same talk, listen to music that feeds your soul.
Sometimes I wonder why I am still here, when 10 inches wanted to go back home, we should have just gone. I saw him recently he has mellowed out, completely. We talked about everything, about what happened to us and I am so confused, not sure what to do, he wants us to leave and make a new start in Jamaica.
I am torn, if I go with him, I am leaving so much behind and I am not sure if we could be good together. He says he is in love with me and the love that I had for him never really went away.
When I posted those stories, I edited them, I have not told you everything.
Months had passed by and I stopped dating, did not want to be with anyone and I often thought of him, 10 inches and I tried to piece together what went wrong. I felt bad about the relationship and how it had ended.
That night when I left him, he had cried. I forgot to mention that, in a bid to make my blog hot and sexy, I left that part out.
He cried, sat on the bed and cried as I held him, he shared everything with me, told me about his life, how he felt that he had to be a preacher because that was what everyone wanted from him.
The sex it wasn’t always raw like that, sometimes we just sat and cuddled for ages. He liked to caress me and look into my eyes and we would talk about eating food at Island Grill and escaping to Portland.
Our relationship was complex and I could never really capture it all in this blog, if I tried I would have to write at least another 12 posts about him.
My sensitivity is showing. I miss him so much sometimes, especially late at night when I am alone and I think of how he used to hold me and kiss me and whisper:
Baby, I love you
I need time to think, to clear my head and I am not sure about what I should really do. I have his number and I know that with one little phone call my life could change forever.
He says that he wants whatever I want. But life is never that simple, besides there is something that he needs to know, I am in love with someone else.
Have you ever met someone and it was the right person but the wrong time?
This is the situation I am in right now. The man that I really love cannot be with me, it is complicated, so I won’t try to explain, so I am just letting fate work this one out for me.
The way I feel when this man is with me is something else, I know this is a cliche but believe me I have not experienced this kind of love before, this sweet Jamaican man has captured my heart.
In the meantime, I write my blog and try not to think about him too much. He knows how I feel about him and the feeling is mutual.
Taking a break from the blog is proving to be pleasurable, although I am juggling everything right now.
I thoroughly enjoyed writing the post Seven, I thought or realised that I really can’t leave those characters like that, they got into my system. I am now writing a set of stories based on that post…
Perhaps a sexual adventure featuring a freaky, married black couple.
Making time for my projects is important, I miss my blog, I am always popping in to check the comments. But I guess the Christmas season will give me a real break, there is no way that I’ll be looking at anything bloggy while eating…
I am still in search of a blog host, not sure where to go, I love WordPress.com yet I know at some point, I’ll want to branch out, when I blogged as Black Fetish Queen, I crashed my blog almost 9 times, self hosting is a real learning curve.
So the blog move will be a slow one, when I am sure that is the right thing for me.
The last few weeks have been interesting I have registered with quite a few adult social networks, for research of course.
Cybersex, what can I say, very liberating, I’m learning a lot about my sexuality.
This is a repost of Kinky Fuckers part 2, published in April 2009
Six months later:
We never said goodbye and I never went to the airport to see him off.
I thought I was over him and I ended up fucking another preacher man “Born Again Freak” who liked watching gay porn while having his cock sucked.
He knew about my affair with 10 inches, and he set out to prove he was kinkier. Once he was on all all fours, lubed and waiting for my strap on to enter his arse, while he wanked his cock and said that he would be forgiven for his “nasty sins”.
Whilst eating out my pussy, he asked me to imagine that he was a girl licking my cunt.
After giving his Sunday sermon he sent me a text:
Come and suck my cock
He stood with his trousers down and said he that he was born again:
Me: So are we fucking with God’s blessing?
Him: Suck my cock, please suck me off, swallow my come.
His come trickled into my mouth and he pulled my hair to watch me.
I told him to bend over and I slapped his arse really hard:
Me: Nasty Fucker you, kinky pastor
Him: Slap me harder, beat out the temptation
He came again all over the floor, he quickly cleaned it up as he had to organise the church for evening service.
It was late and I was on my way home, when I heard a familiar voice:
Him: So what happen baby? You miss me
I turned around and there he was cocky as ever, the Big Bamboo, the nasty preacher man, my 10 inches of Jamaica.
Me: Yes
Him: Mi hear say yuh fuck a next man, how you could do that baby?
Me: I was lonely, you had gone
Him: Me never leave
Me: What?
Him: I could not leave, I missed you, I wanted you
Me: But why didn’t you tell me this?
Him: Baby, I am no good for you, you know that and I know that
Me: We can work it out
Him: All we can do is fuck. Yuh know how much woman have my baby?
I said nothing.
Him: Yuh know how much woman I have in Jamaica?
Me: I know what you are doing, you are letting me go.
I got on with my life and I tried to forget him, tried not to think about him too much.
Sometimes I see him, he is usually with his crew and a load of women. He always looks my way.
Once he talked to me and asked if we could meet up and fuck. He told me that he had a new church and needed a manager.
I ended it there and then, made sure I changed my number so he could not contact me.
Church folk can be some really freaky people, it is all that repression and oppression. I was a church woman for a bit, went regularly, listened to the pastor preach.
But when you have seen a preacher man naked, sucked his cock and had him eat out your pussy, can you really take them seriously?
I am not writing this to mock religion, but this was my life, I slept with men who said that they were God fearing people.
Practice what you preach. I can’t stand the hypocrisy,preaching and fucking out of wedlock, getting women in the choir pregnant, going to the latest sound clash and rubbing up against all and sundry.
I’ve had church men approach me and they were married too, asking if I could give them some “free pussy” as their wives were so saved that they did not want sex any more.
I went to several churches, changed locations even and it was always the same.
Am I sinner? I am not into all of this sin stuff and the theory that sex is bad.
Sex is and can be a blessing, if people are having consensual sex, who really has the right to tell us what to do?
Every time I walk past a church, I ask myself, should I try again.
My faith and belief in a higher power are already a part of me and right now that is enough.
This is a repost of Kinky Fuckers Part 1 published in April 2009
It was the morning after, Mr 10 inches was in the kitchen cooking: fried dumpling, plantain, saltfish and callaloo. He always did this for me on a Sunday.
This time was different as it would be our last. I watched him squeeze oranges and mix them with carrot juice and ginger.
Him: Baby come wid me nuh man
Me: You know I just can’t up and leave
Him: Yuh scared
Me: Besides, what about the church?
Him: Listen, is me run tings
Me: Tings nuh run me
Him: Yuh feel guilty we are fornicating, committing sin
Me: So you are going to go back and put on the preacher suit?
Him: Everything is a hustle baby, I love my God but I love my pussy
Me: These people, your congregation they believe in you
Him:They believe in God, I am a messenger
Me: A preacher who smokes ganja and loves oral sex
Him: You can’t say that this wasn’t an experience.
He served me breakfast, feeding me tiny mouthfuls and stroking my face.
I began to cry.
We sat still for a while and he rolled up and smoked some weed. He undressed me slowly and kissed me all over.
He cupped my breasts and sucked my nipples, I held his cock and played with his balls.
Him: This is the last time baby
Me: I know
He lubed my arse and I felt his cock, thick, hard and rigid. My breath became short and raspy.
Him: Yuh like mi cock inna yuh batty
Me: Yes
Him: I want you to remember me, the nasty preacher man
His cock was long, I had to ask him to stop a few times, I could not take it all, he was just too big.
He pulled out and poured lube onto his dick and teased my anus with his fingers and fisted me until I was ready. Then he pushed his cock back in again, ramming me hard, pulling my hair and slapping my arse.
I felt his come inside of me and he caressed my back and pinched my nipples.
Him: Sit on mi face and grind your pussy pon mi
He licked my cunt clean and my juices flowed into his mouth.
Me: Yuh like mi pussy juice bwoy? Nasty little bowcat, pussy eater
He pushed his tongue right in and fucked me like that, his tongue going in and out. I leaned forward and pumped his cock until his come squirted on my tits.
We got up and had a bath together, I tried to keep my composure. He held me and kissed me for what seemed like forever.
I left soon after and he stood by the door asking me not to go.
Him: Baby please don’t do this man, don’t go baby
I can remember running all the way home and crying, I must have looked crazy.
