It’s Panda, Miss Dementia If You’re Nasty

The Grand Master of Half-Nekkid Thursday, Osbasso, commands that we put up our favorite HNT pic of the year for this last Thursday of 2009. This picture is my favorite because it’s the first HNT that I had my honey as my photographer, plus it was lots of fun to get cold and slippery in tub!

I hope you all have a very fun and safe New Year’s Eve, and I hope 2010 brings many blessings for you! Lots of love from Panda! <3

I’ll admit it: I was horny and wanted nothing more than a one-night fuck. No strings, no complications. The question was, though, was I in the mood for cock or pussy? Such a difficult decision… but I finally settled on having warm, soft tits in my face and a clit on my tongue.

I gussied myself up, putting on my shortest skirt, my lowest-cut top, and my high-heeled boots, and walked the short two blocks from my apartment to the city’s best gay bar. I was lucky enough to find a free stool at the bar, so I arranged myself alluringly upon it and ordered a drink, casually scanning the bar for any prospects.

My casual scan turned up a few only-if-REALLY-drunk prospects, so I began a more earnest search, straining my eyes to see into the dark corners, examining every face and body. *sigh* Nothing.

Just as I was about to resign myself to a disappointing night, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned and was confronted by a gorgeous set of tits and deep cleavage. Raising my eyes, I saw that the amazing rack belonged to an absolutely breathtaking woman with jet-black, shoulder-length curls and ice-blue eyes.

The next couple of hours were a blur of drinks, laughs, and flirty comments and touches. She seemed to be the perfect woman: hot, sexy, intelligent, witty… I wanted her, badly, and could tell she felt the same about me.

“My apartment is a short walk from here. Will you come home with me?” I whispered into her ear. She nodded and smiled. I paid the tab and we left, hand in hand. The walk to my place seemed to take forever and by the time we walked through my door, I was ravenous.

I pushed this goddess up against the wall and began exploring her mouth, neck and cleavage with my mouth, running my hands slowly up her bare thighs, inching them under her skirt, dying to find her hot, wet spot.

Instead, I found something hard. I took a step back, confused.

“Is that a…” I started.

“Surprise,” she said. “Is that a problem?”

I thought for a brief second, then responded, “I’ve got an unbelievably sexy woman who is going to fuck me with a real, hot cock. Why would that be a problem?”

This week’s Microfantasy Monday theme is “Surprises.” You can find the themes and the other contributors at Sweltering Celt’s blog. Hope you enjoyed my take on it!

I love Christmas! Here I am, getting into the holiday spirit!

If you’re reading this, make sure you check back next week for a special Christmas present.  ;)

I had always been curious about what it would feel like to be a man. I would have vivid dreams every so often about seeing a beautiful, sexy woman and instead of growing wet, feeling my cock grow rigid inside the confines of my pants. I dreamed of how amazing it would be to look down to see a woman’s head moving her lips back and forth along my shaft, me aggressively wrapping my fingers in her hair and forcing her mouth even further down my cock, my sensitive head hitting the back of her throat…

I wouldn’t want to be a man all the time, but just for a weekend, a night, a few hours, I wanted to play that role… I decided this was the night to try.

After struggling to get into the tightest sports bra I had in my drawer, I wrapped an Ace bandage as tightly as I could around my chest, trying to hide any trace of my large breasts. An earlier shopping trip had provided me with a loose dress shirt, boxer briefs and baggy but flattering jeans. I slipped them on but before buttoning up my jeans, I took two more new purchases out of their bag: a packing strap and soft pack. I positioned the strap around my waist and inside my boxer briefs and slipped the pack into it.

Looking into the mirror and straightening my bulge, I appreciated how masculine (albeit pretty) I looked dressed like this and with my hair pulled back into a ponytail. I buttoned my pants, splashed on a bit of men’s cologne that my ex-boyfriend had left at my place, laced up my Chucks, and was ready to walk out the door.

Driving to a nearby bar, scenes of what might play out that night flashed through my head: meeting a sexy woman, engaging in conversation, getting her to giggle and agree to dance with me, pressing close to her on the dance floor, letting her feel what I was packing, convincing her to join me in a bathroom stall, getting lost in a tangle of lips and limbs… I shivered and realized just how wet I was. The role reversal wasn’t quite complete, I couldn’t finish the things I started, I couldn’t press my hard cock into her wet, wanting pussy… but I’d damn well have fun anyways.

This week’s Microfantasy Monday theme was “Role Reversal,” brought to us, as always by Sweltering Celt. Check out others’ submissions here. Hope you enjoyed mine!

We had our first adventures with our Japanese Silk Rope Handcuffs (purple!) the other night. Here’s the best picture from the evening.

One day late, but at least I’m getting it done! The questions come from the TMI Tuesday blog. Check it out!

1. Which is more important of the two in “chemisty,” physical attractiveness or emotional attractiveness? Definitely emotional attractiveness. There is nothing that ruins physical attractiveness for me faster than finding out the person is immature or bigoted or off-balance. On the other hand, with the emotional connection comes more of a physical connection.
2. On a scale from 1-10, how kinky are you? Probably only a 6. I’m far from vanilla, but there are a lot of kinks that I don’t participate in.
3. Sitting on Santa’s lap… fun or creepy? Hmm, could be both, depending on who it is underneath the beard.
4. Have you ever fallen asleep or passed out during sex? Not during, no. There have been times where I’ve passed the fuck out as soon as it was done, though.
5. Do you wear socks to bed? Is that okay or totally unsexy? I never wear socks to bed, but only because my feet get REALLY hot at night. I even have to sleep with them sticking out of the covers. As far as other people, I’m too busy focusing on either fucking or sleeping to care.
Bonus: What is your greatest strength? Weakness? I think my biggest strength is being able to stay positive and upbeat more often than not. That doesn’t mean I’m ALWAYS happy, but I can see the bright side of things and I don’t despair about things that are out of my control. My biggest weakness is  my impatience. I hate waiting for ANYTHING, I’m all about instant gratification. I can get pretty irritated when others aren’t “getting” things as quickly as I do.

Happy Day-After-TMI Tuesday!

The theme for this week’s Microfantasy Monday is Contortion. This submission is a continuance of “Sigil of Sex,” so if you haven’t read the first part yet, do so now! Thank you Sweltering Celt for the MfM theme!

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Dom walked through the heavy door and felt the heat and the rhythm of the music caress her bare flesh. The doorman nodded knowingly as Dom drifted past him, through the entrance hallway and towards the heart of this sanctuary. Even before the music changed, she knew by instinct and by the energy that coursed through her body that tonight there would be an initiation ritual.

As she turned the corner and the large room opened up in front of her, the deep bass and the high trills of the ritual music began and what Dom saw brought back a jolt of memory from her own initiation: There, in the center of the room, a young man was displayed on the top of a table. He was contorted into a back arch, with his palms and feet flat on the table, his wrists and ankles tied securely to the corners of the table, his back arched at a vicious angle by a wooden support placed between the man’s back and the table.

The man was naked, of course, as she had been, and at the angle he was in, his stiff cock stood proudly in the air. The sight of it made Dom’s clit throb.

As Dom moved closer to the table and the throng of nude people surrounding it, she caught a glimpse of the man’s face. He looked completely calm, with none of the fear that she had felt at her own initiation.

The Master of Initiation took his place on the step next to the table and raised his hands to signal the start of the ritual. The music faded into faint background noise and the onlookers quieted as well. The Master addressed the crowd first. “Tonight we initiate another member into our family and we mark him with the eternal symbol of our kind. We offer him sanctuary and acceptance and welcome him with open arms. Who will take the task of bringing our brother to ecstasy?”

He passed his eyes over the members of the crowd and finally came to rest on Dom. He nodded at her. She nodded back and moved through the congregation to the edge of the table, positioning herself next to the Master.

The Master looked down at the contorted man. “Brother, are you ready to accept our symbol and our vow of secrecy, for all of eternity?”

“I am.”

This was Dom’s cue, so she wrapped her hand around the young man’s engorged shaft. The man shuddered with pleasure as she began to stroke. As the ritual music grew louder once again, the Master lifted the initiation blade and brought it down upon the skin on the man’s lower abdomen. Dom sped up her stroking as the blade pierced and the man felt no pain as the first sanguine drops appeared on his white skin.

As the Master carved their symbol into willing flesh, Dom worked to bring the other mass of willing flesh to the brink. The music sped up and Dom’s hand kept time with the beat. One last stroke of the blade finished the symbol and one last stroke of her hand finished the man’s climb to orgasm. He exploded in Dom’s hand, one liquid of life mixing into the other, already pooled on his lower abdomen.

“Brother,” the Master exclaimed, “you are now one of us! Welcome!”

The crowd echoed the Master’s acceptance of the new member.

Dom bent and kissed the tip of the man’s still twitching cock. “Welcome, Brother. “

Since I have been MIA (yay for vacations back home!) for a couple of weeks, I’m making up for it by giving you not ONE but THREE HNT pics this week! A month or so ago, I had asked for HNT suggestions on Twitter and I got two main responses: shower and nipples. So here are pics incorporating both!  Enjoy!

Happy showering!

Make sure you check out the other hot HNTs over at Osbasso’s blog.