I’m late! For a very important masurb-date! says I to my rabbit vibrator. It’s Sunday evening. I thought for certain I’d have this post up early Sunday. Well fuck it all the day blew by. I figured with the Super Bowl mania no one would be checkin’ in to my sensationally, sexily silly Blondonia. However, now that the game has ended, we’re all loopy from excitement and libations, I thought it would be an appropriate time for a foray into the wild realm of my deviant mind.

First, I’ll admit I didn’t watch the game. I also haven’t had libations. Yeah. Yeah. Smack my bottom raw for the shame and guilt I should be feeling. I used to be a ballerina and I think to myself, wow, if only the arts had as much support as football. The whole world stops so they can go see the next opening of a new choreographic highlight. Ballet can be sexy, really! Tackle my ballerina booty…

Tackle My Ballet Booty

Anyway, I enjoy watching football, just didn’t today. So, here’s a tidbit, I used to work with football players (does anyone wonder what the Blonde Babe does for a living?). They were hilarious how they’d joke with me. They were also frankly, fucking huge. Their deltoids alone were massive. They are like jungle gyms I could climb all over. Actually, I’ve never sexually tackled a football player (ads that to the to-do list), but I’ll admit it could be a fun fantasy. I can’t help but imagine what such a strong athlete could do. It’s enticing to consider being physical with a man who spends his whole existence conditioning his body. You’d know he’d have the stamina, but would he have the intrigue? I have to have someone intelligent to be interested, regardless of physique.

That said, he’d be so strong he could throw you around any which way, spin you around his cock till you were seeing orgasms. I could do all those out there kamasutra moves you only get to try on rare occasions. Like being upside down while he’s standing eating me out and I’m sucking his cock. Or even just riding him while he’s standing would be rockin’. These things are not always easy for a woman like me, considering I’m 5′ 10″. I’ve done it before, but I’m always afraid ‘m going to knock the guy over. Can you imagine? A cock in my mouth and I take us barreling to the ground, tumbling over like a falling tower praying he doesn’t knock his teeth out against my pelvis?

I have been on my hands in a handstand, with the guy holding my ass, my legs spread in the splitz while he’s penetrating down into me and he was pushing so hard my arms were collapsing, but I didn’t want to say anything because it felt so good… and then I slipped and we both collapsed in a heap. It was hilarious. We both laughed. Laughing in sex in moments like that is the best. I rode the hell out of him right after. I aggressively turned him onto his back, climbed on top and you’d think I was a pro bull rider the way I let loose my pelvis on him. I was sweating from the intensity and orgasms were rolling up my spine. I kept telling him not to cum since my orgasms were rolling one after the other, until I could see he was about to lose his mind, I stopped and said, “Okay, fuck me however the fuck you want”. He bent me over and went wild on me in doggie style until he came on my face. There is nothing like getting a man right to that brink and seeing him get animalistic on you. It’s an enormous turn on for me.

I’m getting off track again. Damn my deviant mind! Back to the football theme. What is the obsession with cheerleaders? That they are fit and flexible? Frankly, I find them way too cheery. Who the hell is that ridiculously happy all the time? And why do they have to be so loud and talk about lip gloss all the time? I’ve never had pleasant encounters with cheerleaders unfortunately, so maybe I’m jaded. They’d either be rude to my face or they’d be as sweet as sugar that you knew was poisoned. I’m sure there are fantastic women who are cheerleaders. I just haven’t met them yet. I’ be more than happy if some sexy, fit cheerleader found it necessary to enlighten me. Really, I wouldn’t mind. Convince me your the cats meow ladies. Personally, I like feisty, powerful women who have unique pathways in life. Then the passion is dynamic and deep. It makes for delicious, creative sexual adventures. And yes, you’ll hear about them, right here.

Right now though, I feel like just sitting and masturbating. I’m pulsing, wet and needing a release! I can go for hours when I get like this. There are times when my body flat out demands it, and this is one of them. It’s an argument I’d never win, since it’s been far to long since I’ve enjoyed sex with a man (or a woman for that matter). And really, why should I argue with my need for the sustenance of orgasm? Now that would be insanity. Do you know that back in the day they used to treat women for “hysteria” by manually finger fucking them? Oh my could that ever a long post in and of itself. I need to start keeping a list of what I want to share. It’s endless!

I’m off for my important masurb-date. I think I can outlast the energizer bunny but I’ve got fresh batteries, and you know what? I’m pretty sure this rabbit vibrator is going to put out for me…

My "Girl Next Door Look"

Okay, my first post on my spanking new blog! Hi everyone! I’ve needed an outlet of expression for awhile now. I like to write, I always have tons of experiences to share, I’m sexually very charged and it’s a trip to think of having witnesses to it all… it’s voyeurism on a whole new level and I’m a bit of an exhibitionist! A blog is the perfect answer for me, it really is. I think this is going to be a blast. I have so much I look forwarding to sharing.

To start, I was urged by my good friend Kevin to post this photo. He calls it my,  “Girl Next Door” look. It’s one of his favorites and during a very awkward moment that will remain just between us friends, he basically begged me, insisting it was worthy of my first post. (there might have been mojitos involved). Don’t tell him because how cool is it to have a guy beg you for something, but he actually didn’t have to. He’s such a good friend I’d do anything for that guy. Anything you say? Well, within reason. Luckily my reasoning is totally faulty. Anyway, what do you think of the photo?

Truth be told, this girl next door disguised as a blonde babe, has always lead a fairly out there life. I’ve never been able to fit myself into the typical path. I think the juicy part of life is in breaking molds, being daringly true to yourself and following your deepest passions. It makes life full of the unknown, and that is often the best part of the adventure I say!

What will I be sharing with you all here? In a nutshell: Me. The blonde babe. But this blonde babe has a wide and vast range of interests. There are so many nuances to my life and things I adore I don’t even know where to start. You will see me in all my many facets. I’m prone to philosophical ramblings, erotic dreamy drifts, puns… fuck do puns get me off… see, I’m already turned on… words are hot. Learn the power of the mind and I’m telling you, you know how to seduce. I love, love, one more time: I LOVE to seduce. My sexuality is a huge part of me. So is fitness. I love working out, sweating, feeling release through my body in any capacity. It’s enormously cathartic for me and if I don’t have it consistently, I really feel pent up(same goes for sex, and more on that later). I used to be a professional ballerina, so naturally art is huge in my life too. I’m a major yoga junkie. You’ll see bits of me out with my friends and sexy girlfriends, dancing, or maybe hiking, rock climbing, at the ocean. Blonde babe in a bikini photos? Sounds reasonable to me, but then again, I already mentioned my questionable reasoning above.

So let’s see… the condensed version… we have: ramblings, sexy real life stories, erotic dreams, puns, seduction, sexuality, physicality, sweating, release, body, ballet, art, sexy friends, nude in nature, bikinis and travel…  all with words, photos and even video. I think we are off to a roaring, spanking start!

On the topic of spankings. Here’s the minor detail. You have to subscribe to my rss feed,  so I don’t have to dish out any. Please, or your bare ass gets pink. Otherwise I have to put on my latex thigh highs and they take so long to lace up. It’s such a bother. I’ll be all annoyed and have to pull out my riding crop… and you see how complicated and messy this could get? Really, don’t make me do it. It’s simple, subscribe now to join me in my luscious adventures. You, me and your cheeks will be glad you did