Gang Bang Answers

Fellow blogger Dave has provided many answers I had to my entry Gang Bang Curosity. He has posted his answers in his blog: Glimpses of Dave. Please go to his blog, read his gang bang answers and check out his other entries. http://glimpsesofdave.blogspot.com

How do you decide which guy goes first?
We were in an over-priced, yet poorly decorated hotel room. Peach floral print bedspread and matching carpet. A double bed in the middle of the room. The scent of abrasive cleaning fluids, masked with potpourri filled the air. If not for the group of guys and a woman in various states of undress, the room could have been mistaken for a Better Homes and Gardens "before" picture from 1977.


The woman in question was Edwina. Or Eddie, as her husband called her. Eddie stood about 5'4, had long black hair that was messy and somewhat wavy. She had small-ish breasts that weren't on speaking terms with gravity. She and her husband lived in the suburbs, had kids, and did gang bangs for fun on the weekend.


Edwina stripped down to her black bra and panties, complete with thigh high stockings, garter belt, the whole nine yards. Clearly these was her "slutting around" outfit, which may have been a little cliché, but was appropriate for the occasion.


She told us all to take off our clothes and stand around the bed. We did. She then knelt on the bed, and with a somewhat drunk/high smile on her face bent over and grabbed my hard cock.


So like in most situations, the female made the decision.

Check out his blog to read the rest. http://glimpsesofdave.blogspot.com

Anjelika's First Anal

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• Anjelika has anal sex.
• Anjelika gains and loses a job
• Diet and nutrition
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• Anal Sex
• Pellet Poos

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"I had anal sex."

"You used to tut when I said I love anal sex."

"Do you love anal sex more than you love your money?"

"Do you love anal sex more than you love your mum?"

"I love sex up the bum more than I love my mum."

I didn't poop in his cock, I puked on his cock."

"If you're positioning me like that you better fuck me up the ass!"

"He bend me over the counter and fucked me up the ass."

"Sex in the normal whole can sometimes be a bit average."

"I was watching some gay porn last night."

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Again in the Balls! Oops!

Gary, my friend and sometimes fuck buddy and I went for a late lunch at Nando's yesterday.  I had just come from an interview so I was dressed smartly and had my briefcase with me.  When Gaz and I go out, we usually go Dutch.  Seems weird having him pay for me and vice versa.  Yesterday, however, he insisted that he pay as a 'thank you' for letting him crash at my place for the fortnight.

It had been ages since I had been to Nando's so it felt like a special treat.  Gary, an American, had never been there but he said he had enjoyed it.

After lunch we got on the Tube.  We changed trains at Bank so we could catch the DLR.  As we were ascending a flight of stairs I tripped.  My briefcase sailed into the bannister then ricochet right into Gary's balls!

He screamed and doubled over in pain.

Everyone in the stairwell stopped and looked at us.  Several people came up to us and asked if he was OK.  An official that works for the underground started to call an ambulance.  Gary was mortified.

"I'm fine," he yelled through gritted teeth.  "She hit me in the balls with her briefcase!"

"Accidently!" I interjected, in case anyone thought it was an asasult.

Gary stood there in the middle of the crowded stairwell for 10 minutes.  He looked like he was in agonizing pain.  I couldn't apologize enough.

Eventually he mustered up enough strength to get on the DLR.  Even though he was sitting next to me he sent me a text.  It said,

"We are through having sex.  You have killed my last sperm."

I'm not sure if he was joking or not, but I have a feeling I'm not going to get any cock in a long while.

Again in the Balls! Oops!

Gary, my friend and sometimes fuck buddy and I went for a late lunch at Nando's yesterday.  I had just come from an interview so I was dressed smartly and had my briefcase with me.  When Gaz and I go out, we usually go Dutch.  Seems weird having him pay for me and vice versa.  Yesterday, however, he insisted that he pay as a 'thank you' for letting him crash at my place for the fortnight.

It had been ages since I had been to Nando's so it felt like a special treat.  Gary, an American, had never been there but he said he had enjoyed it.

After lunch we got on the Tube.  We changed trains at Bank so we could catch the DLR.  As we were ascending a flight of stairs I tripped.  My briefcase sailed into the bannister then ricochet right into Gary's balls!

He screamed and doubled over in pain.

Everyone in the stairwell stopped and looked at us.  Several people came up to us and asked if he was OK.  An official that works for the underground started to call an ambulance.  Gary was mortified.

"I'm fine," he yelled through gritted teeth.  "She hit me in the balls with her briefcase!"
"Accidently!" I interjected, in case anyone thought it was an asasult.

Gary stood there in the middle of the crowded stairwell for 10 minutes.  He looked like he was in agonizing pain.  I couldn't apologize enough.

Eventually he mustered up enough strength to get on the DLR.  Even though he was sitting next to me he sent me a text.  It said,

"We are through having sex.  You have killed my last sperm."

I'm not sure if he was joking or not, but I have a feeling I'm not going to get any cock in a long while.

Quivering Anus & Cum Voice

There were two things that I noticed while I was masturbating this morning that I had never noticed before:

1. When I use the vibrator on my clit, my anus quivers.  It feels very pleasurable.  I wonder if it mean my anus wants some attention while I'm masturbating?  Also I wonder if this is new since I popped my anal cherry.  (Yes, I know, I still have to blog about that)

2. When I cum, I cum in a really girly voice.  This surprised me, because in the past I have described my "cum voice" as a low-guttural dying cow type sound.  Maybe my cum voice has evolved?

Anyhow, I feel pleased to have discovered something new about myself before 9AM!

Photo above courtesy of MyBlackSluts.com

Zoe Margolis, the Evening Standard and a Lesson in Journalism

The London Evening Standard asked me to write a response to their piece about Zoe Margolis aka Girl with a one Track Mind.  Specifically, they wanted me to address "Margolis's comparisons of dating in London and New York and meeting people on the internet compared with in bars and clubs, and on the phenomenon of 'sex blogging'." And they wanted this in 150 words.

So here's what I wrote:

Response to Evening Standard RE: Zoe Margolis 

I tend to think that Zoe Margolis has it wrong. (FYI she’s blocked me on Twitter and I responded in kind.) The best thing that could have happened to her career is her being outted. How many books has she sold since then?


She’s foolish to think that she could have remained anonymous for so long. Even Belle De Jour came out. Soon enough that lame-o sex-blogger at Oxbridge will be outted too (and most likely feted with six-figure book deal.)


You can’t have it both ways. You can’t be wildly successful AND anonymous. The public won’t let you. The taxman won’t let you. The men in your life that you date and have sex with won’t let you. There is always someone out there ready to tell your secret.


Yes, it’s unfortunate that Ms. Margolis’ secret was disclosed by the Times, but would it have been better if it had been an ex-boyfriend?


Don’t get me wrong, anonymity is great. I like it. I use it for my own sex blogging, but I’m not so naive to think that my secret will remain safe forever. I am, at least smart enough to have a contingency plan—something that Ms. Margolis didn’t appear to have.


RE: Zoe Margolis in NYC


Ms. Margolis said regarding her stint in New York “I think here people find me a little too brash and honest.” What part of New York was she in? Surely, not New York City? Perhaps she was in Poughkeepsie or Rochester or somewhere conservative in New York State?


The last shocking thing that happened in New York City was US Airways Flight 1549 miraculously landing in the Hudson River. One thing that is remarkable about New York City is that nothing is shocking. New Yorkers are unshakable. Besides the Yankees and Knicks doing well in the playoffs nothing gets New Yorkers excited. Not the weather, not the bright lights, not even sex and certainly and not Ms. Margolis.


New Yorkers are blasé, laid back, too cool for school and have seen it all. My point is: You cannot be “too brash” in NYC. In my estimation Ms. Margolis, at best, experienced the life of a glorified tourist.


RE: Dating in NYC vs Dating in London


Typical night out in New York: You go to bar, you meet a few guys, someone buys you a drink, you give them your number then a few days later you go out on a date. If the date goes well, then you have sex with him. Then you never hear from him again.


Typical night out in London: You go to a pub, you get incredibly drunk, you end up pulling some guy at the pub. You go back to his place and have sex with him. You don’t exchange numbers. Then you never hear from him again.


Of course that is an over-simplification but it’s the same results, through different methods.


RE: the NY / London Man comparison:
Men here are different than in NYC.


In New York people are outwardly freaky. They wear their neuroses on their sleeve. Many times you can tell that a guy is a weirdo or freak after the first few sentences.


Here in London it's the reverse. Men seem to be perfectly composed and then when you get them into bed you find out they are these sexual freaks... all those years of boarding school and keeping a stiff upper lip is spilling out onto the duvet! Do you know how many men here in london have asked to wear my knickers? That never happened in New York!


RE: Dating on the Internet
I have talked about dating on the internet ad nauseam on my blog and podcast. I’m almost bored of talking about it now. The internet is OK for meeting guys to date. It depends on which sites you go to. I once joined J-Date, the Jewish Dating site even though I’m black (and not Jewish). It was a very interesting experience and very different than Match.com or InterracialCupid.com. On J-Date lots of guys were interested in me being their “Bit on the side” but I was never Kosher enough to take home to mum and dad.


On the internet you get a higher percentage of weirdos to vet which can be quite discouraging. There are some really great guys out there, but you have to be prepared to take the time to look.


On the other hand, if you’re looking for casual sex the internet is perfect. You can cut to the chase. I’ve used the NSA (no strings attached) section of Craig’s List. Yes, I’ve had some kinky and fun times. One thing that is worrying is that there seem to be high percentage of guys with STDs on Craig’s List who lie about being disease free. See my blog entry: Herpes and the Craig’s List Liars


RE: The Phenomenon of Sex Blogging
I blog because I like writing. I feel that I’m a natural storyteller and I love communicating with people. I love it when my blog posts makes someone laugh.


It’s not necessarily that sex blogging comes easily or naturally for me. It’s just that sex is a topic that I like. I’m constantly interested in reading and writing about. It wasn’t until this year that the blog really started turning a profit. The money is great, but really it’s a labour of love.


I think there are lots of sex blogs out there, but few that are of substantial quality. Anyone can start blogging about sex, but few people are brave enough or honest enough to do it well.


I think in the back of every sex blogger’s mind they believe that they’re the next Belle de Jour. She was really one of a kind, though. In reality any sex blogger would be LUCKY to achieve the sort of infamy that Zoe Margolis has achieved. That’s why her “oh poor me I’ve been outted” stance rings false. I just want to say, “Oh, come on girl! That’s the best thing that’s happened to your career!”

And here's what they printed:

Botched Blow Job

Last week, after a day of interviews I came home and found Gary, my friend and sometimes fuck buddy in the guest room.

I knocked on the door.  He told me to come in.  He was stretched out on the bed with the laptop on his lap. He's one of my few friends who still insists on using a PC.  All my other pals have switched to Mac.  Why is Gary holding out?

His jeans were suspiciously unzipped and his hand was resting comfortably on his balls.  I thought to myself, "He really has made himself comfortable here."

I sat on the bed next to him and sneaked a furtive glance at his laptop screen.  I assumed he was watching porn, but actually he was watching illegally downloaded copies of Stargate Atlantis.

I look down at his hand that is resting on his crotch.  He sees me looking down.  Before I can say anything he declares, "I'm bored!"

"Are you masturbating to Stargate Atlantis?"
"No," he answers firmly, "this is Stargate Universe."
"Same difference!"

There's a pause as he turns the screen so I can see it too.  I watch a few minutes of the show.

"Now, I'm bored," I say, "You wanna blow job?"

As soon as I said that I had wondered why I had said it?  I mean, blow jobs are OK, but I only like doing them when I'm in LOVE-- or at least severe LIKE.  Gaz is my pal.  And although I do find fucking him enjoyable I dunno about the oral sex stuff.  Could I have really been so bored that I wanted to go down on him?  The last time I went down on him I ended up throwing up on  his cock.  Maybe I was trying to redeem myself?

Before I could change my mind, it was too late.  Gaz had pulled his trousers down and had lowered his boxers to his knees.  I did what was expected and took his cock into my mouth.  His cock instantly stiffened.  I moved my full lips up and down his cock.  I teased the end of his dick with my tongue.  He seemed to be really enjoying it.

"Stop!" he said suddenly.

I panicked.  What was I doing wrong?

"You okay?" I asked.

"I want to fuck you now.  Get up and turn over."

I lifted my head from off of cock.  As I moved towards the end of the bed I clumsily kneed him very hard in the balls.

He let out a low moaning noise and grasped his balls.  "What the fuck, Anjelika?"

"I'm sorry!"

"Jesus Christ.  You really fucking got me."

"Does this mean I've killed the moment?"

"My fucking balls are killing me, what do you think?"

I got up off the bed and exited the room.

I felt angry at myself for being so clumsy.  I felt angry at him for not wanting to continue.  I felt angry because I was horny and had no outlet.  So as expected I went in my room, climbed into the waterbed and used the vibrator until I came.  Twice.

Question for the guys: Why is it so painful when you get hit down there? 

How NOT to Ask Me Out - Part 4

FROM: m

TO: me@naivelondongirl.com

DATE: Fri, Mar 5, 2010 at 9:49 PM

SUBJECT: I'm fuck for free


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SAID AT U'RE PROFIRE BECAUSE I USED 
TO FUCK FOR FREE WOMAN SO I
WANNA TO EXPERIENCE TONIGHT WITH 
U LET MEKNOW NOW SO THAT WE CAN 
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As if I would go out with someone with such a poor command of English.