Momma Bee

I’ve always been curious as to what or whom people masturbate to, celebrities, coworkers, ex partners, current spouses or even the under age babysitter. The term “men are dogs” stem from the belief that men instantly become a erect from any woman with nice breasts, a round ass and full lips. What about women? Are you going home and maximizing your vibrators battery life to that hot sweaty guy from the gym you were staring at all night? I won’t judge, we are all human. As for me, my fantasies are a little more complex. For starters it’s a her and she had to fuck me written all over her face. I was never attracted to women before but her presence was sensual and her glow was sexual. Who is she? She’s me.

I laid in my bed as my alarm clock sounded before work. Freshly washed sheets with a strong sense of downy fabric softener, my skin was still moist from after my hot bubble bath last night. Gently I ran my fingers up and down my legs as I love the silk touch of my own chocolate skin. As I approached my navel I could feel my nipples hardening, the hair on the back of my neck slowly raising. I rolled over onto my side and I stared at my reflection in the mirror. “Do it.” I thought to myself in the mirror. I grabbed my breasts and ran my index finger gently across the bottom of my lip, swiping just enough spit to lather my finger as I began to run it across my left nipple. Counterclockwise I motioned as my breast grew harder and my legs responsively began rubbing together. I began to mentally search for a muse to use in order to release this tension that ignited inside of me. I looked back to the mirror and there she was the perfect muse, me.

I fantasized about feeling a warm breath over my shoulder, raising my neck hairs and sending chills down my spine. My breathing grew heavier and my hands wandered all of my body. I slid my hand between my legs and divided gently as I used my left ring finger to breach the rim of my wet honeypot. My shoulders popped forward as my fingers explored deeper inside. Softly biting my lips I peered onto my reflection in the mirror. “Fuck me.” I whispered to myself. My reflection grew lusty. Her eyes said “No, I’m going to make you beg for it”. I felt compelled so I added my middle finger to the equation. Grinding my hips and my legs together I rode my fingers as I laid on my side. My pussy becoming wetter but I was still warming up. I rose up out of bed and sat up to move closer to the mirror, grabbing my breast I began bouncing on my fingers. Up and down then, rotating my hips in circular motion.

“Take that dick”. Moaning in the mirror. Of course my reflection didn’t respond her eyes however told me to do better, they told me to taste my fingers. I pulled out my fingers and began sucking on them, I use my left hand to massage my clit as my right hand explored my esophagus. My body grew tense. “You like that?” I asked myself.

“It’s not enough”. She replied. This fucking bitch I thought to myself. My second alarm rang off on my phone and I threw it. I ransacked my pillows until I found my dildo, 8 inches of thick cock that would send my pussy to heaven and back. Obviously I wasn’t enough for this little bitch in the mirror so I had to turn it up a bit. I began sucking on my dildo as I kept I eye contact with my reflection. Something about watching myself and keeping eye contact while a hard cock plowed its way in my throat made me feel sexier than ever. Spit overflowed onto my breasts as I pushed my head lower onto the dildo. Simultaneously,  picking up some of the spit with my free hand I rubbed it on to my throbbing pussy.

“Yesssssss.” I moaned while biting my lip. I began thinking about all the sexual encounters, all the good ones and created a group of throbbing cocks surrounding me and watching as I pleasured myself.

“You’re such a nasty little whore.” The mirror responded back. I squatted down on my vibrating dildo as I envisioned myself being fucked by one of those cocks. My juices flowing heavily from my pussy as I bounced up and down and trying to shove more inches inside of me.


“Yes bitch take that fucking cock.”

“Fuck yeah.”

“You fucking dirty little bitch.”

“Aaaahhh yeeeeahhh”

“Yessss you fuck my right little pussy.” I moaned. Changing positions into doggy style I began pounding myself out from behind. I motioned my ass cheeks to bounce back on the same rhythm.

“You like this fucking pussy?”

“How does this fucking pussy feel?” I asked while staring into the mirror.  Returning onto my back, in missionary position I envisioned a nice juicy wet tongue sucking on my lower body’s lips. Vacuuming up all my cum and my legs began shaking uncontrollably. My body started twitching as if I were in an exorcism. Resting the dildo on my clit I stuck my tongue out and moaned, “eat this pussy.” It was as if I were riding my own face while squeezing my breasts together. I felt a fast build up approaching.

“I’m coming.”

“Fuck I’m coming.”

“Yes, fuck me!”

“Give me that fucking load!” I yelled as I penetrated my pussy vigorously.

“Yes, yes!”

“My fucking God!” I shouted as my clit squirted out all my cum onto my mirror. I felt rattled yet numb as I tried to catch my breath. The worst part about me fucking myself figuratively and literally, my damn alarm clock was still going off and I had to get up for work.


Untainted Honey

Woken by the warmth of the sun peaking through my window before my alarm gets a chance to sound. We met at an intersection, the sun and my finger tips. The rays of light beamed down on my honeypot where my finger tips discovered traces of honey. My sweet honey melting along my finger tips I explored my nest. Stroking gently around my pot’s brim I lubricated my fingers. One discoverer no maybe two I explored myself. I struggled upon entry until both fingers made it through. I raised my hips and began riding my fingers in clockwise motion. ” Aaahh yes” I whispered gently as I tried not to wake my partner from his slumber.

I stroked my fingers in and out as I motioned my body, allowing traces of honey to soak onto my sheets.

Looking over at him as he slept all I could think about was mounting his face.

“Baby taste me, eat my honey. Yes baby fuck me with your tongue. Oh my god , babbyyyy I’m cumming” I moaned.

I rolled over on my stomach gently mounting my fingers like a jockey I rode. Harder and harder, I released my fingers so that I could have a taste. My nipples hardened, I muzzled my mouth feeding myself the remains of honey while I penetrated myself with my other hand . My body quivered and I began to shake. I returned to laying on my back as I was moving the bed too much and I didn’t want him to see what I’ve become.

“I love this fucking cock, oh baby fuck me harder. I whispered. With my eyes closed I could almost feel his honey stick stirring my pot. “Ooo fuck, yes,yessss baby right there. Don’t you fucking stop, fuck me” I moaned as I grind harder against the palm on my hand.

As I was about to climax I felt someone grab my hand.

” You selfish little bitch, you weren’t going to save any of this succulent honey for me” he said as he mounted me, pinning my hands down.

“Baby I..” I stuttered.

“Shut the fuck up and take this cock” he said in a stern voice as he rammed his honey stick into my pot.

“Ahhhhh” I yelled as my body threw itself back,

” This fucking pussy is fucking tight. You got it nice and wet too. You miss this daddy dick baby?” He asked.

“Fuck yes daddy, god yes I miss this fucking cock. As aahhh ooohhh yesss. Punish me, punish me!!” I moaned louder.

” I’m going to teach you a lesson, arch that fucking back.”He ordered as he flipped me over on my stomach.

“Oh shit baby, wait. Oh my god fuck!” I yelled as he pounded away inside of me vigorously. His was so fucking hard my honeypot was cracking.

You like that huh, take this fucking cock. Baby I’m about to bust. You want me to bust in this pussy?” He asked.

“Yes, yes baby give me that hot load. Fill my pussy up.” I moaned.

Ahhhhhhhhh take this fucking load!” He shouted as he collapsed on top of me. We looked each other and smiled, good morning.

Sweet Honey Stick

I can’t help but to stare at the bulge in his pants as he mingles across the room.

Would you ever confess to being attracted to the mystery hidden beneath a man’s zipper instead of the man?

It happens to the best of us.

It’s just sitting there in perfect form waiting to have a nice pair of lips wrapped around it, my lips.

Constantly licking my lips I hope he doesn’t realize.

I think he caught a glimpse of my stare, he smiled across the room.

I raised my glass and smiled back with a light chuckle.

Fuck it I’ll chug it, if only he knew the possibilities, the scheme.

I walked over and whispered sweet nothings in his ear and took his hand and led him astray.

Anxious and excited he pins me against the bathroom stall, kissing on my neck.

What is he doing? This isn’t what I wanted , not one bit.

The faucet between my thighs shuts off, the throbbing stops.

Fuck! So I did what any other person in my position would think of, I slapped him.

“How dare you ruin this for me? This has nothing to do with you sit fucking still.”

I reached in his pants and grabbed his wooden honey mixer.

Hard like concrete, as wide as a boulder and the design was immaculate.

My mouth overflowed, my tongue rapidly moving and faucet’s release valve on full throttle.

I grabbed his neck and forced him against the wall.

Lowering my cavity to capture this beast.

I gently massaged my tongue around, only targeting the tip of his brain, like  a waterfall in a rain forest.

Getting lower with each round, I continued to devour him until this magician loses the magic stick.

His moans excites me, the swelling of his all ready rock hard cock makes my honey pot throb harder.

That’s when it happened.

I relaxed my jaw, secured my balance, grabbed his glutes and throat-ed every inch of his massive cock.

He grabbed hold of my hair and began pounding his pelvis into my face over and over.


Constantly choking on my spit with each stroke, I’ve never felt more alive.

He managed to access the excessive amount of spit in the back of my throat that some how only produces when my face is being fucked right.

He pulls out his mixing spoon and slaps me across the face with it.

My pot is well over flown, I reach into my honey pot to stir it around.

The more he pounds the hard my honey pour to the ground.

I can taste his climax approaching, this isn’t fair why must it end?

I suck harder, slobbing until my jaw gets sore, he leaned over my face and let his honey pour.

Welcome to My HoneyPot

I want to you to take me and make me feel good, no actually I don’t.

I want you to fuck me, fuck me like a dirty little whore.

My honey pot is filled to the brim and the lid rest unsteadily.

Fresh honey, nice and warm.

I want to watch as you use your tongue to lick my honey from the corner of your lips.

Would you like some more?

Come let me feed you.

Catch me as I fly into your arms, praise my body high to the sky like the trophy I am.

No seat belt? That’s fine I will grab hold of your head as I secure my position.

Indulge, not too fast this isn’t takeout yet not too slow this isn’t a snail race.

The key is not to be too aggressive, no worries I will maneuver your head like my joystick.

Relax this is not about me, it’s about you.

Aaaahhh yeah right fucking there.

Baby don’t move, don’t you fucking move.

You grab my ass tearing my cheeks apart, baby oh fuck taste my honey.