A night with Christian — A Wanton Woman

Spending a night with Christian was something I’d done many, many times. As I’ve probably said before he was the gayest, lunatic I’ve ever known. He has a selfish streak a mile wide, is self centred, narcissistic and vain. But he is also brave and caring and sensitive. Christian is no saint and can come […]

via A night with Christian — A Wanton Woman


My Dignity Had a Price

I am a 42 year-old African-American woman born and raised in Detroit, Michigan.  Like many of you, when the financial crisis hit my town, it put many of us into dier situations.  I lost a great job as a business systems analyst when the company I worked for chose to relocate overseas to save cost.

Unlike most  34 year-old women in my deomographic back then,  I had no hildren, but student loan,s car payments, and rent, the usual stuff.  Initially, I was under the impression that I could relocate to Los Angeles, Atlanta, Seattle, or New York to seek better opportunities.  The traveling was fruitless and it did not take long before I had blown through my 401k and severance pay. I barely had enough cash to get back to Detroit and found myself living with my sister and her husband in Flint.

I baby-sat for those fortunate enough to keep a job and life got really tough after losing everything.  It is hard to reflect back on those times,  but I used the cliche’ that gets most black folks in trouble ‘I did what I had to do…’.  This term means ‘Fuck it!’  Baby-sitting did not give me enough money to move out on my own again, and I did not want to make the mistake of shacking up with a guy or gal for the benefit of having a roof over my head.

I chose to respond to an Internet Ad on a popular web site ofr classifieds.  I saw they needed local women to work from home.  Well, I met with the to ladie and they bragged about how much money they made and I was impressed with the Mercedes 500 and the LV purses each of them hand.  Well, I decided to join them and began doing web cam shows on a schedule at their home.  I felt kind of awkward having a woman go down on me for the first time and literally held my breath when I did the same for them.  All kinds of moral questions danced in my mind while licking and sucking on these womens’ breasts and clits.  That feeling lasted until  I received my first check.  I had enough money to actually go to the bank and get my car back from repo before auction.  However, the women advised me of the rules of the game.  Certain VIP clients wated to see a black woman without tattoos, and that was my calling, then I was in demand for my lighter complexion and long black hair.  The larger and darker ladies took offence when my checks became larger and I was more popular.

Eventually, I came home from a night-out with a date and my bags were on the front steps and even though I wasn’t broke, I was not quite in the financial position I wanted to be in.  My date invited me to stay at his place and I tried to get back into the grind of finding another job like I had before the crisis, but instead settled for a waitress job.  Well, I met a Caucasian guy that told me I could make a lot of money.  I ran down the ‘Been there heard that!” script.  He gave me his business card and two crisp $100 bills and told me to put it away, then paid the bill with a legit tip of $100 with the bill.

I called the guy and showed up at a run-down warehouse near the river.  There were black women lined up inside the building from all walks of life from prostitues to sstruggling single mothers.   The one thing I noticed immediately was there were no black men around.  Inside the larger area of the warehouse were movie sets like for kitchen scenes, living-rooms, bed-rooms, and bath-rooms.  The furniture was second-hand.  I knew it was a bad life choice for me at the time, but there was a need to get back the lifestyle I had lost.

The guy that gave me the generous tip tspped me on the shoulder and motioned me to follow him.  I had no idea what was about to happen.  HI followed him into an office and he reached into a drawer and tossed me a pre-sealed envelop on top of the desk.  He told me that if I took the money his crew could have me for a day of filming.  I did not know what that specifically meant, but had a idea it meant having sex of some sort.  Well, when I opened the envelop an say that it was about $500 in 5’s, 10’s, 20’s, and 1’s, I agreed in the sense that it was for only one day.  This was the biggest mistake of my life.

When I passed by some of the other movie-sets, I saw these white men doing degrading things to these black women, but being that I never heard the “N-Word” used, I ignored the reality.  I got to our kitchen set and the nice man barked orders for me to strip.  At first I turned up my nose and another man grabbed me by the throat  began to unbutton my blouse.  The other details, I care not to share at this point.  Before the day was over with my ass , mouth, and vagina were sore from being spanked and penetrated and handled like a piece of cheap meat.

As I dressed myself, tears streamed down my face as I could hear other women doing the same upon realizing how low we fell for a few hundred dollars.  I though the ordeal was over and it was a foolish mistake I made in my 30’s.  Afterwards I moved to Las Vegas and re-established my life in a call center until recently.  One of my rival co-workers found the video tape on a porn channel and now everyone knows.  My husband and I are now in counseling about it and I just ray that my daughter will never see it.

C.T. — Las Vegas, NV




Do You Like Receiving Oral?

When it comes to women’s feelings about receiving oral sex, it’s a complicated discussion. Unlike men who, by and large, seem to love receiving oral sex under most, if not all circumstances, for women, it’s just not that simple. For us, there are many other factors that come into play — and the two big ones are skill and trust. If we’re not feeling secure, then for most of us, no matter how well our partner knows their way around a vagina, we’re just not going to be able to get that into it.

Then, of course, there are those situations where the person on the other end is clearly confused as to what is where and how to even handle our anatomy. That can make for an even more awkward situation, especially for women who are already feeling insecure about being in such a vulnerable position. It’s not easy to be spread eagle in front of someone else, and even those incommitted long-term relationships would sometimes rather do anything butthat.

We already know that some women hate cunnilingus and others love it, but we wanted to know why. Here’s what 11 Bustle readers had to say about receiving.

One Woman’s Take on Masturbation & Marriage

My husband and I have been married for almost 10 years now and masturbation is an important part of our marriage. It was not easy at first, because I used to think when my man did it,another woman was on his mind. Seeing and hearing his meat flapping at night after we had sex made me feel inadequate. After he came and I orgasmed, I thought things were done for the night.

Well, being much younger and not knowing, I took it as an insult and labeled him a jerk of the highest level. I thought it was inconsiderate and selfish. After making him feel bad and emasculating him for it verbally, I found myself in the worse of moods all of the time. One night, I woke up as he was stroking hi enis and turned the light on one night and asked him about masturbating. That was the moment things changed for us.

My usual routine was to put the pillow over my head to drown out the sounds of his moans and to make sure that none of jis sperm saturated the sheets. However, on this particular night, I pulled up the hem f my night-gown, open my thighs and matched him stroke for stroke with my clit.

He took my hands from between my thighs and guided it over his manhood. I noticed immediately that he was far more erct than he was inside me only hours earlier. He wiggled his fingers deep inside me and I guided his hand into the right spot that sent fireworks through my body. We laid beside each other until I was so wet and he was so hard that sex was the only cure.

From that moment forard, it has become and esential part fo our sexual ritual and one that extends the pleasure in the bedroom.

Claudia T. — Santa Monica, CA