Date: Fri, 12 Jun 2009 02:12:43 -0700 (PDT) From: Heather Lenning Subject: My Rubbing Post I had always had a curiousity about women. I love thier curves, the smell of their hair, the softness of their skin. I often masturbated, even as a child, thinking about suckling at a womans breast. My first orgasm happened in the middle of the night when I was about 10. I woke up with a wad of bedding in between my legs and began humping it furiously while I thought of my mother stroking my hairless pussy, when I stuck my thumb in my mouth and began to suck, my pussy burst like a weakened damn. All throughout my teen years and into my twenties I masturbated to the thoughts of women, wet pussies in my face or fucking with strap-ons. I went through female crush after female crush waiting for the right woman to come along. Situations would come up though and I would freeze, unable to make the right moves, the moment would pass and I'd go back to fucking the men that seemed to fall at my feet. I am a very cute girl, that's how anyone would describe me. I'm short with big tits, I have a tiny waist and nice big ass. I have dark hair, dark sparkling eyes, and a dark tan. I've never had a problem finding a man in fact I've even had men offer me money to let them see me naked. I've been able to enjoy sex with men at times in my life. I often referred to men as "bitches" when we were having sex. What they didn't realize is that I imagined them as women while they were fucking me and eating my pussy. It wasn't until my late twenties that I met someone I could have a truly satisfying sex life with, and it changed me forever. I remember the first time I saw her. She was tall and dark and so fucking beautiful. I immediately had a crush on her. I went home that night and got out my biggest dildo and fucked the shit out of my pussy thinking about her beautiful black lips and pretty pink tongue all over my pussy. I couldn't get enough of it either. I came three times thinking about her that night. I dreamed of her big strap on sliding in and out of my pussy while she called me a bitch and told me to take her dick. It was nearly a month before I saw her again. This time when she saw me she got a big smile on her face and came up and talked to me. Before she left she offered me her number and said we should get together for some adult time. I knew she didn't mean it the way I wanted her too but that was enough to get me off dozens of times before I got up the nerve to invite her out for drinks with me. I prepared for this date ahead of time by shaving all the hair off my pussy and covering my body with a thin layer of shiny body lotion that smelled like cotton candy. I truly didn't expect anything to come of this night but I had deep desires for this girl and couldn't completely contain them. The first place we went was just a run of the mill bar. We each ordered a mixed drink and sat and talked about the various relationships we'd been through, talked about our careers and different experiences we had as children. Finally she suggested that we get out of that place and find something a little more upbeat so we went in search of a club. We found one in no time and went in. The music was loud and the place was dark with lots of booths and stripper poles everywhere. We found a table and started dancing and it felt so good. We both danced so hard we were dripping with sweat and that made her even more beautiful to me, yet she had still given me no signs of being interested. My pussy had been tingling since we left the other bar and seeing her move that way lit my pussy on fire. At one point she had gotten up next to the pole and pulled it in close between her legs and I got faint with desire. Weak in the knees I asked her to go sit down with me. We grabbed a drink and headed for the table. We were in a booth in the corner, a bit out of the way yet visible by the whole club. We sat down and started again with the war story gab. My mouth was moving and words were coming out but I have no recollection of what I was saying because all I could think about was her hips moving against that pole and the heat between my legs. She was smiling and talking and chatting like crazy and in one swift movement I slid myself up next to her and flipped myself over so that all of my body wieght was on my pussy and resting on her upper thigh. I looked into her eyes and she had this half smiling look at first, like she thought this was a stunt or a joke. But that look quickly smeared into a look of fear and disbelief as I began to grind my pussy into her. I slid my hands up behind her back and grasped her shoulders as I ground myself into her. She said "get off me, what are you doing" and I nuzzled into her ear as I ground down harder. I whispered in a horse pant "I'm sorry, I need it, I need it" she wouldn't shut up though. She said it again "stop it, get off me, stop it" but I just kept bucking my hips against her. I opened my mouth and the words just began to come out, I wasn't thinking anymore and I half yelled into her ear "shut up bitch, you know you want it, just fucking take it, take my fucking cock you whore, take it, you know you want it, you love it too don't you bitch" The words came and she began to melt underneath me and started moving with me. By the end of the whole thing she was screaming "yes, fuck me, oh god fuck me" and we were asked to leave the club. We were together a year and a half after that. My nubien queen at times, other times nothing more than a dirty whore. She was beautiful, and understanding. I've thought about that so many times and wondered in what ways it could have gone wrong, but I lucked out when I found my rubbing post.