... "It's absurd to say that men need sex in a way that women don't..."
Betty Bond
A Propos
Life is so strange, so full of marvels; moving in my own rhythms. Like a poet, blazing with the fever of searching, in pursuit of lusty men and women. With an exuberance of feeling, I abandon myself to the overwhelming forces drawing me to the Mystical, Sexual Universe.
Crossing differences of race, gender, generation and experience; I'm persistent in seeking expression, achievement. Exploration of interracial, interethnic relationships at the deepest cultural and sexual levels.
My body is always alive never dormant living in a new wave of activism. I'm a pleasure house of complex textures...I am daughter of the Moon, devoted to Ishtar the Goddess of sex; my blood is Amazon, the soul of Ishtar is reincarnated in me.
New Horizons
New horizons mean exploring the limits of what one wants to do or of what one is interested or involved in. As our horizons expand, these new ideas can give a whole new meaning to life. Experiencing other domains, practices helps to broaden our horizons. You cannot close your eyes to new horizons... I am extremely proud to be a bisexual woman and I worship the female form and mentality. I am a woman with a very strong desire to have my breasts, my clitoris sucked and my cunt fucked by men with massive cocks...I want to be transgressive, to cross boundaries, to be adventurous. It's a whole different and exciting feeling.
I dream of cocks that can stretch my cunt to the moon, cocks that can ream my asshole, rending it asunder, clawing me like a lynx whirling thru the cosmos of equinoctial lust; an alchemy for psychic wholeness. I dream of women's mouths and lips that can suck and lap my big clitoris until it bursts out of its universe...After my encounter with Oran and Ras, I developed a huge appetite not only for straight, heavy hard-core fucking, but also for massive cocks.
Sex with Rhoda had become rather banal and desultory for me. While I waited anxiously, desperately for Oran's promised visit, my body had become rippled with heat, electricity, with lust; with rampant horniness, my clitoris always erect like sculpture. I became so desperate for cock I reluctantly tried my sister-in-law Monika's new lover with her blessing. But he was so inadequate, his dick so small I regretted the tryst...There are things a dude with a huge dick can do to a woman's cunt that will make her never to forget him ever, but to want him in her cunt over and over again and again.
A bisexual succubus, in the jelly of menopause, I was pining away for Oran's cock his fucking. Then his call came on a very warm late Thursday morning. He wanted me to meet him in the city. I could hear the hurrahs from my cunt, loud and clear! After a delicious lunch at a fancy restaurant, he took me to the house of a close friend called Gamel on the outskirts of town...The house called "The Oasis" is a rambling spacious ranch-type set in idyllic surroundings, sitting in the middle of a cactus and yucca garden. In the backyard a nice pool. Oran reminded me that Gamel is one of the two dudes with the largest dicks in the Southwest. Good to know I thought.
"It's a private exclusive, members only retreat for extraordinary sexual pleasures, mostly for older well-to-do women" said Oran who had already enrolled me gratis. The interior of the house was painted in soft pastels and tastefully decorated with pottery, rugs, wood carvings and other mysterious objects, in a simple yet elegant style. Soft Afro-Cuban ritual drumming and flute music played in the background. A deep, rich erotic and spiritual cadence...My cunt began to quiver and drip, my thong was soaking wet. I got the feeling that I was about to embark on a tremendous sexual odyssey. Then I heard the deep resonant voice of Gamel.
"Welcome to the Oasis" he said. I turned to look, he was buck naked and he brandished a mammoth, majestic erect cock!
'O my fucking God!" I exclaimed, stunned. He looked to be around 40 years old. "Oran told me all about you" he said. I smiled nervously, my eyes riveted on the father of all cocks. "His name is Bomba" said Gamel squeezing the giant cock with a glint in his eyes...Oran kissed me then left in a hurry to attend to some important business.
Gamel took my hand, his massive dick swaying from side to side and led me into a den of sorts, set up for high level sexual activity. The room was lit up by huge red phallus shaped candles, and scented with a mixture of jasmine and cinnamon. A wide futon bed covered with percale sheets and a beach towel, and strewn with pillows sat in an alcove. There were some booze, snacks assorted fruits...Gamel lit a pipe full of hashish and passed it to me. Soon we were very high and playful. I was a woman bewitched, willingly subjecting myself to his spell, his allure.
The light around us shimmered from blue to rose, we were looking at each other astonished. The music cut thru the silence. A day full of an irresistible meeting of bodies and spirits...The music filled the den. The man hummed along with the melody, standing in the middle of the room, swaying his naked body gently, sipping warm cognac intermittently. His rock hard cock was immense. He displayed a combination of intensity and sensuality which attracted me to him in the first place.
He looked resplendent with his long dreads, his muscular brown body covered with hair, his monster cock pointing skyward, the veins swollen. He said he found older women with my type of body more appealing, as he undressed me, kissing me, sucking my tits, his hand stroking my thick bush. My anticipation was at high pitch. And I had the feeling that I was on the precipice of some significant event in my life...Gamel spread me wide open on the bed and began rubbing his cock head against my drenched vulva, my clitoris. I grasped the mighty dick with both hands and guided it into my cunt. It was granite hard, hot and heavy; the veins pulsating. Fuck me, this is out of my league, or is it I thought. I felt my cunt juices literally rushing out, my clitoris throbbing.
