Sunday Morning Sexytime Story: Bootycall Buzzkill

Some things are mixed blessings.

I orgasm pretty very easily, and come pretty goddamn hard, and from all manner of stimuli.

Whether it is from making out, being spanked, the tightening of a rope coupled with That Look, or a slap to the face or an extended club remix session of attentive nipple stimulation or being forced to lick a particularly sexy boot or…

Um. Shit. What was my point…? Right right.

Orgasming.

The wintastic @AvaAmnesia commented on Twitter about orgasms and orgasming easily being a drawback.  I was immediately reminded of a rather disconcerting situation so I tucked it away for a SMSS.

Here it is, a shout out to my hair-trigger clit sisters :-D

Sunday Morning Sexytime Story: Bootycall Buzzkill from Mollena Williams on Vimeo.

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13 Comments

  1. Amber on September 6, 2009 at 4:15 PM

    Hey Mo, I think your video cut you off in the middle of your story. :(



    • mollena on September 6, 2009 at 4:55 PM

      Dammit! Yeah, I didn’t realize until I posted it. Vimeo fucked it up :-( I’m re-uploading it. I should pull it until it is fixed.



  2. Amber on September 6, 2009 at 8:43 PM

    Huzzah, it works this time around! And I think I need to write down “Don’t look a gift snatch in the vagina” as one of the best quotes EVER.
    .-= Amber´s last blog ..HNT: Teeth Marks =-.



    • mollena on September 7, 2009 at 7:48 PM

      HELZ yeah!! And to think I was moderately embarrassed because I thought it sounded weird!

      :-D

      Thanks for reading and commenting, Miss Wunnerful!

      xoxo

      Mo
      .-= mollena´s most recent blog moment of Zen on the net was…**horn tooting** =-.



  3. Samber on September 6, 2009 at 11:06 PM

    My partner declared me the “orgasm starter kit” because I’m so easy to get off. Basic rule is if it’s pierced, lick it/touch it/play with it and i’ll be good to go.
    Pros: Batteries retain life longer.
    Cons: trying to explain to n00bs that I dont fake.



    • mollena on September 8, 2009 at 3:29 PM

      I SO dislike the implication that having lots of easy orgasms means you’re faking it.

      If one WAS faking it, one would wait a seemly amount of time in order to fake out the other person that there were actually enjoying themselves.

      A self-esteem thing, no?

      Solidarity, sister!

      xoxo

      Mo
      .-= mollena´s most recent blog moment of Zen on the net was…A cool cool contest Courtesey of Bad Bad Girl. =-.



      • Samber on September 10, 2009 at 10:08 AM

        yup. the few times I’ve been asked if I was faking during sex (all of two) both times I stopped, asked if they were really that insecure, got dressed and left.



  4. lamesabassman on September 7, 2009 at 1:36 AM

    if you are so blessed,then count yourself so lucky to be so….. in my life and times…. I have ran the gamut…. from Ice
    Queens to Preacher’s Daughters….. and had some real winners in between…. and to have fun with someone who does
    come loudly and often is such a joy….. and it’s so much pleasure for me ’cause I love it when someone loves just what
    I’m doing and joins in so wonderfully……

    lamesabassman….. one day soon, I must tell you of a dream I had with you as the main event…. so hellacool….



    • mollena on September 8, 2009 at 3:29 PM

      Now I wanna hear about this dream :-D



      • lamesabassman on September 8, 2009 at 10:01 PM

        T’was around July 4th
        and I had way too much
        of every ting Irie
        so I went to my Big Bro’s study
        to admire his big screen
        and fell asleep in 5 flat
        and woke up standing on a line
        to see a movie
        when you came
        into view
        you said you knew who owned
        the place
        and you said it
        with your eyes
        all over my face…
        out came your hand
        and pulled me in
        straight to screening booth….
        we usher in…. like fallen snow
        on cotton….
        and no body was there…
        you said for me to sit
        and when I did
        you sat on my legs
        while your lips drew
        tattoos all down my neck,
        tongue tips in
        and around my ears
        to my mouth
        and there, we lingered
        for quite a while
        as your fingers did
        the walking,your breathless talking
        made my nature …. rise…. and
        to find that nothing… sweet nothing
        came between those satin thighs
        my… my.. such a surprise….
        I was wearing sweat pants
        so easy access
        was had by all….
        then you raised
        ever so slightly and sweetly
        to slide down… so deeply
        to exclaim such a moan
        as to reach deeply
        to the bone…..
        the lights dimmed
        in the booth.. and theater 2
        we went past Nirvana
        towards the dark side of the Moon…….

        lamesabassman….. and that’s when I woke up …. all to soon….



  5. Froghole The Klown on September 11, 2009 at 7:21 PM

    Lord what a loser that guy was. Personally, if a playmate keeps coming and coming, I choose to decide that I have mad skills. That’s right MAD SKILLS! I see it as a personal compliment. Now I realize that you can cum with sandpaper and a phonebook (It’s a joke people, REEE-LAX) but even if you can, it is still my sticking to it that allows it to keep happening. When I stop, you stop, right? Or at least stop until you rub one or five out while I am counting baby wipes in the bathroom.

    BTW, I officially want an elephant costume so you can hug me while telling stories.



  6. mollena on September 12, 2009 at 3:40 PM

    clapping hands

    Giant heffalump!1!

    I’m so totally sidetracked by this idea!

    xoxox

    Thnk you sweetie. You certainly made me smile!

    ~Mo



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