Fancy slut to Trashy whore
I’m here in NY, and enjoying it in a different way than my last trip. 5 months ago… I had not had sex in a long time. A lot changed for me that weekend. Here I am, 5 months later- and it’s very different. So much has transpired and for those of you who knew me before- perhaps you have seen the transformation. From fiction to fact. From fantasy to reality. From the slut I was to the slut I am.
Last night was the Calendar Launch Party. I have this beautiful shiny glossy calendar with some of my dearest friends and idols. I promised not to get too terribly Fan Girl on some of these people, but I know that I did.
There were so many amazing and funny moments of the weekend, and if you are looking for raunchy sex stories, you just won’t find them in this particular post. I met so many lovely people and I am not sure how to describe it all. It’s overwhelming, the amazing women I met. How beautiful everyone is in person, and how honored I am to be a part of this loving circle of people.
It’s no secret that Sinclair is my ultimate Butch Fantasy. Of course after last night, I have another. We arrived at the White Rabbit and were setting things up when I turned around and saw Sinclair. She was in a suit and tie and looked so handsome. I looked over at Lilly and said, “Oh my God it’s SINCLAIR!” Of course I know her from her blog, and she reads mine, or so I insist on believing. I boldly introduced myself, by first name, then “Bad Bad Girl” – she seemed to know me by both and hugged me and kissed me on the cheek. She said I looked amazing. Yes, she said Amazing. I heard it. I think I actually blushed. I spent the rest of the evening doing my best to be available for her to grope me at will, and yes there was some of that- not ENOUGH of that, but some. I did my best to be facing her when we crossed paths in the crowded room, running my fingers over her lapel, or running her tie through my hands.
When we stood together for more than a few moments, she introduced me- by name first, then my blog. She introduced me at least three or four times because strangely I kept running into her and taking the time to rub up against her and let her place her hands on my hips as we were forced to stand close often. I love that she knew my name and didn’t once forget it. Look, I have a crush ok- it’s nice when the person you jerk off to actually KNOWS your real name. I tried not to stare, sort of. Sometimes there are people for whom you cannot help but stare.
I have been reading Sugarbutch since I started reading sex blogs, before I even started writing one. I am a FAN- and so tonight maybe I was kinda being a stalker, but it was welcome stalking… and me, being me, well a little is never enough.
Lust makes me brave, so mixing that with the 2nd, 3rd…drink… and I was just about ready to just get on my knees and say, “please?” What I did instead was ask her to sign my calendar, to which she gladly did, and when she introduced me to the people she was speaking to, I of course stood close and accepted her arm around me, hand at my waist. *swoon*
fucking seriously
So off I went to get Audacia Ray to sign my calendar, but she did not have the special silver pen. I went back to Sinclair and asked if I could borrow it. She looked at me sternly and said, “You can- but I WANT it back. If you don’t bring it back… I’ll,” and then she gave me this insanely sexy grin. The one that said, “I know you, you dirty slut” and said to me
Bring me back the pen, and I’ll spank you
Audacia signed my calendar and I walked back to Sinclair. Imagine me, in my fancy shiny purple dress. As bold as you please. I handed it to her. She did it again, that look- fucking hell- that look that says ‘I know what you want’.
“Bend your ass over.”
Yes the party was dying down, but there was still a decent amount of people around. I turned and bent over, well, I got about halfway down when she came up behind me, grabbed my hair and pulled me back up, gathered more hair (I had amazing big hair last night), yanked my head back and then pushed me over. Her hand smoothed over my ass, dipped between my legs for just a second. (um, yes ladies- you heard me). I felt her pull her hand away, and I braced for the smack. The first one didn’t connect as well as she wanted- oh but the second one did. She pulled me back up, pressed against my body. I felt her cock against my ass- I arched into her. her other hand came up under my tits.
(holy fuck)
I shuddered for a second and turned to her. My head down, eyes up, “thank you.”
Yeah- tell me I was not the luckiest bi-curious bitch in that place. Of course, after drink 5 or 6, when Mariella signed my calendar on her way out the door- I asked her, or actually DEMANDED that she surrender her pen. Diva would not give me hers, probably jealous… I told Mariella the story and that perhaps if I brought Sinclair ANOTHER pen…
That sweet thing gave me her pen- and I walked in there- the fancy slut turned trashy whore. She was talking to a few people and I stood directly in her field of vision. “Need this?” I put the pen in my mouth as if to suck on it. She laughed outloud and said, “You dirty little whore!” she grabbed my hand with the pen and pulled me through the people. I giggled and said, “I will beat down every single one of these pinups for thier pens!!”
She turned me roughly, hand again, on my my waist, cupping under my tit- the other in my hair, tighter this time. Her cock pressing against me. I leaned my head into her neck, my ass against her cock. Panties soaked… She pushed me over again. There were more people watching this time, but I closed my eyes, because I knew the moment wasn’t going to last long- and really, they were ALL just jealous. Her hand connected on side, then the other. Again she pressed her body against me- I think she could feel me melting under her touch. Holy fucking hell.
Holy fucking hell.
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Later at the afterparty she was handling a paddle-smacking it again and again against her hand- occasionally looking at me and noticing me watching her hands, biting my lip. I really wanted her to tell me to bend over again… but she didn’t. And I didn’t think I was supposed to ASK… so you know, I waited, and made myself available- just in case. We were alone for moments here and there. I was tempted… so tempted to get close- to just come on to her in the exact way that she wrote about. But I didn’t. I suspect she knew she didn’t need a flashing neon invitation to go further had she wanted to.
um… you know Mr Sexsmith, I’m in town one more day.
really.
OMG- you and Sinclair- so jealous!!! I have such a crush on her too (which she know knows because Match outed me, lol).
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Lucky girl!
So very jealous. Sinclair is indeed a fantasy. So glad you had a good time.
So jealous. Like really. My new dream threesome would be me, Sinclair and Jiz Lee. mmmmm.
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