1. How many states have you had sex in? How many countries? Yes, Oral counts! All sex acts– penetrative or not– are sex.
2. What do you think is the sexiest piece of clothing a man/women wears on a daily basis? e.g., bra, jeans, sundress, dress shirt, etc.
3. Would you date yourself? Why or why not?
4. Which muscle do you work the hardest: brain, heart, mouth?
HAHAHAHAHAHA! I think most people would say my mouth (no pun intended!!!) but that's only because I'm constantly thinking, usually about things I have genuine love for... so, once again, fuck if I know? It depends on the moment?
5. Fill-in the blank: I am totally prissy (overly finicky) when it comes to _____ .
Where I sit in the movie theatre, people touching my belongings or trying to clean for me (NO, damnit, I know you mean well, but I will damn well do it my fucking self, goddamn it!), and whether or not my food touches on the plate.
Bonus: Describe your darkest fantasy.
We're at a bar. You summon me to you.. Of course, I instantly put one foot in front of the other, adding a patented lady swagger, and make my way directly to the entrance of the bar, where you seem to have taken up residence. You grab me by the elbow and subtly but with unmistakable strength and force, guide me out to the parking lot, until you see a well-lit empty space. Once there, you make sure what I know what it is I should do.
"Okay, Kate, my dearest slut; my precious little fucktoy; my filthy cute cum receptacle."
I blush and tears well up in my eyes and I want to giggle too and I cannot help but let just the slightest hint of a smile escape as one side of my lip curls up.
"You will first, pull that top down and take your bra off so you're tittles are on display. Next, the panties have to go. You then need to pull your skirt up enough so it's absolutely clear to anyone who sees you that your ass and cunt are visible - purposely unclothed, there for them to see, on display and to be used as I see fit, in any way I see fit.
Shaking still, my nervous hands fumble at my buttons and zippers in what seems like a never-ending process to remove and rearrange my clothing in the manner in which you desire. Finally, I'm ready.
"Nice, slutkake, very nice. Now lean over the hood of this car, your ass open to me, doggystyle, since I'm about to fuck your asshole until I make you sob and beg for me to stop."
I move into position. There are no words to describe what happened next. With more force and speed than my ass has ever experienced before, you shove the thickest cock I've ever had into my ass with every bit of might you had. Then, slowly, you began to gently rock your hips back and forth against the curve of my ass, so that your cock very kindly thrusts in and out. I sigh in pleasure as you shove the head of a baby fairy wand massager against my clit, quite brutally smothering it. Then, you grab my head my the hair and pull it back, turning me by the neck to face you.
"Whore, move your fucking body or I will make it hurt and not in the way that gives you orgasms. You lightly spit on my cheek then reach back with one hand, holding it suspended in midair for just an instant, before bringing it down upon my cheek with a ferocity that rivals that of the wildest beast in the most vicious kingdom.
This only makes me wetter.
I hear someone whistle and try to maneuver my head so that I can see what's up. Two men stand before us, their hardons and contempt for me equally visible. You look at them and all three of you laugh.
"Nice toy you have there," one says.
"I'd put my meat in her holes," is the other's witty retort.
You, of course, motion them over to us, nodding.
"She's got two holes that can take a cock. Feel free to use them. She needs a good lesson in what constitutes a real fuck. This shit she's feeding me is weak."
This made the other two men grin. After all, you basically just told them to teach me a lesson and do pretty much anything to me.
There's more, however, you're going to have to wait until I write the short story to see how it ends. *Wicked evil grin.*