tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20822807997939577802024-02-21T12:12:48.363+08:00Our secret ;)Cheyenne Leowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03224903072243903947noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082280799793957780.post-18479910588153036942017-02-15T21:35:00.000+08:002017-02-15T21:35:34.648+08:00I think its time for a change? Hello everyone!<br />
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I've been thinking recently about the state of this blog; it's future and where I want to take it going forward. Recently I've been talking to one of my readers via email and he's been giving me some insight into erotic writing and I want to take this seriously. Its been a passion of mine for so very long, you guys and girls have been with me since I was 17 when I started this blog. I think, going forward, I'll continue to post here, but I'm going to be moving to a different platform as my primary mode of communication with all of y'all.<br />
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I AM NOW ON TUMBLR WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE<br />
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http://dirtylittlecheyenne.tumblr.com/<br />
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If you haven't created one, please go get yourself a tumblr account! And please please PLEASE don't get some crappy username with a bunch of numbers, put an actual name! I want to talk to all of you and I think tumblr is a better way to interact with everyone while still maintaining the ability to post my adventures and stories. I had considered twitter but 140 characters isn't ideal to share my stories. I suppose sometime in the future I might get myself a twitter and set myself up there too. But for now, please go follow my tumblr and reblog my posts! Thank you so much!Cheyenne Leowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03224903072243903947noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082280799793957780.post-14190774148430921512017-02-02T23:11:00.000+08:002017-02-02T23:11:11.822+08:00The Chamber of Secrets, 2E3<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 14.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;">I tried clearing my mind of Valerie's predicament and kept my head down and tried to keep studying. Something didn't feel right. Looking up and I noticed that Haikal, who was sitting next to me, had been staring at me, or more specifically, my body. I was wearing a black bra and my blouse was a little tight so I'm pretty sure he had been staring at the curve of my boobs. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 14.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;">"What are you looking at?" I asked, feigning innocence.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 14.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Nothing haha, just daydreaming" he said, fooling absolutely nobody. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 14.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Time for some fun, I thought to myself. Turning my body, I sat facing him and sat upright in my seat. My blouse tightened around my breasts and I crossed my legs, letting my skirt ride up to mid thigh. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 14.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Haikal had a visibly stressed look on his face. I didn't want to push it any further so I turned back to my books. But Haikal wasn't done. He stood up and walked over to me. Standing next to my table, I looked up at him, inquiringly. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 14.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Cheyenne... I have always thought you were really chio actually and I can't help myself... I just need to say this" he was perspiring, his voice breaking in nervousness. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 14.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Erm Haikal that's... nice? But like don't you have a girlfriend, you shouldn't be doing this eh" I tried to give him a way out of this predicament he had created for himself.</span></span></div>
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<br />"I don't care about that. All I know is I have wanted to fuck you since the day I first saw you, hanging out with Val. I don't give a fuck about anything else. I want you now. Are you going to make this hard on yourself or what?" He pushed me into my seat and put his knee on mine, forcing me down. </div>
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"Shut the fuck up. It'll hurt when I want you to hurt. It'll feel good when I want it to feel good. You're a fucking filthy whore. I see you in school all the time, with your fucking skirt," he pressed his knee into my lap, forcing me down and he tightened his grip on my mouth. I couldn't make a sound. Tears were coming out of my eyes, my head was vigorously shaking left to right. </div>
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"Yeah right. I know what you get up to. Thank god Val left us here alone. Tonight, you're fucking getting it la cheebye," and with that, he took off his with his free hand and straightened it out. Cocking his hide to the side, almost curiously, he let my mouth go for an instant and wrapped his tie around my mouth, all while I was struggling and trying to make some damn noise. </div>
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Cheyenne Leowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03224903072243903947noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082280799793957780.post-68908777740835868912017-02-01T19:42:00.001+08:002017-02-01T19:42:14.553+08:00I'm BACK!!!!I've been away for so long. I'm so sorry everyone! I took a gap year instead of going to university. Had an absolutely lovely roadtrip around Europe! Was contemplating going to America but there wasn't enough time to plan that so I cut that short and came back home. Been back for about three months but I've lost touch with most of my guy and girl friends and like I've been trying to get back in touch with them all. So once again I'm very sorry for the long wait inbetween posts, but this one is for the faithful followers, the ones who used to check this blog every day, and then every week and by now, a cursory glance every month, I'm sure. So this is for you. So much has happened since I last updated this blog and I'm going to share with all of you guys and girls some of the various escapades I got up too while I was away from Singapore. (Also, when I got back I don't know why but SG boys got braver and I've had some local fun too ;) )<br />
<br />Cheyenne Leowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03224903072243903947noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082280799793957780.post-57846395233276866532015-06-06T21:04:00.001+08:002015-06-06T21:04:43.026+08:00Messy. I was throbbing and dripping and generally making a mess thanks to the boy slurping away at my cunt. I couldn't believe how good he was without ever taking his eyes off of mine. And then he lifted himself off and it was over, but only just. Before I knew it he had hoisted himself onto me and our noses touched. His chest pressed down on my breasts, my nipples standing at attention. He was slightly taller than me so I spread myself and he adjusted himself in between my legs. His stiff cock rested lightly on my wet pink vagina and there was electricity on that bed, I could feel it. I wrapped my arms around his back and ran my hands up and down that muscly back. He stared intensely into my eyes, his hazel brown burning into my electric blue contact lenses. Slowly, steadily, without breaking my line of sight, he leaned down and we both closed our eyes and there it was. It started simply. Polite, almost gentle. His soft lips, and mine. As I stroked his hair and my fingers danced on his back, he let a soft moan out and pushed deeper into my mouth. Our tongues were intertwined and in a furious dance and through all this I hadn't realized that he was slowly penetrating my leaking pussy. I couldn't bother to play games anymore, and I tightened my vagina around his stiff, thick cock. Deciding to put my legs to good use, I wrapped them around his thighs and took him in deeper. Involuntary moans escaped me, my eyes rolling back in pleasure. It's difficult to describe a nice cock thrusting slowly but fully into a wet, warm, tight vagina but it was about 23 times more pleasurable than anything I've ever done by myself in front of a computer playing porn videos. He continued thrusting into me and slowly we stopped kissing. Partly to concentrate on getting fucked, but mostly so I could push his head down to my tits. He knew what I wanted though, and he expertly took my left breast in his hand and lowered his lips onto my nipple. The cheeky bastard looked up at me, almost inquisitively and I nodded silently, not able to hold on any longer. In one swift motion he clamped his teeth on my nipple and I truly exploded. I sucked his cock into my vagina, squeaked in pain and dug my nails into his back in pleasure. The feeling was indescribable. Literally, none of my words will do justice to that simplest of acts but oh my god I grew more and more moist with every stroke. He responded in kind, by pumping away harder and harder. I had an idea.<br />
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Pushing him off, I flipped him on his back and he had a look of surprise in his eyes, which was almost instantly replaced with a mischievous glint. Wordlessly, but with a smile playing on my lips, I climbed on him and slowly lowered myself onto his dick. Every inch that passed into me made me moan a little louder until finally, he was in me, cock, shaft and all. His right hand came up to my left breast and clenched it, massaging it, his fingers running over my nipples. It was time for the rodeo.<br />
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Slowly I gyrated my hips, while simultaneously lifting myself ever so slightly and then lowering. As I rode him, he moaned and closed his eyes. I was enjoying myself too much to close my eyes and that was when I spotted my phone lying near the pile of clothes near us. Reaching over for it, I quickly navigated to the camera app and switched to video mode. He opened his eyes and asked, "what's going on baby?" and I didn't answer. I handed him the phone and proceeded to immediately ride him harder than ever and he knew what I wanted him to do. Raising the phone up, he started filming me riding him. Suddenly I felt hotter than ever. Something about being fucked while a camera was rolling, was making me feel sexier than ever. Possessed with something I can't quite put my finger on, I rode him and pumped away at his cock, while I reached behind me and started fondling his balls.<br />
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I could hear his grunts getting closer and closer, and I tightened and bounced on his cock faster and faster until he cried out, "baby I'm gonna cum babyyyy" and I knew we had to act quickly. I climbed off and he stood up, next to the bed. I quickly dropped to my knees and started to reach for his cock with my hand when he shook his head and said, "no hands Cheyenne." He adjusted his hands so that the phone was filming me on my knees, from his point of view.<br />
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Opening my mouth obediently, I took him in me. My tongue circled his head and I sucked on his stiff dripping cock, tasting my own cunt juices. I spat on his cock and licked him up and down, and when I took a moment to look up at him, he smiled and spat on my open mouth. I took his balls and licked his thighs and before long he had to blow. Reaching down, I started playing with my clit and I could feel myself nearing the end of the line. With my right hand pumping his cock and my left hand fingering my vagina, our moans were synced and then it happened. I felt the spasms building in my loins and I started cumming right there on my knees. My legs buckled, my eyes closed and I moaned loudly and he took his cue and I felt his cock preparing, for just a second, before he unloaded his balls on my face. Rope after glorious salty rope of cum, my eyes closed and drenched, as I tried to slurp up what I could. I took his cock in my mouth and still as my cunt leaked, I sucked every last drop out of him. When I was finished, my eyes were still closed, thanks to the cum on my face, and I heard him move away. "Where are... where are you going?" I called out, but he didn't reply. I could hear clothes being put on, and I reached around for something to wipe the cum out of my eyes. Groping around blindly, I found a piece of cloth and used it to wipe my face off. Turns out I'd gotten my hands on my panties.<br />
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I cleared my eyes and looked up and I saw him putting on his shirt. He was obviously trying to avoid me and I got up and when I approached him, he moved away. I was shocked. I was balancing on your balls and you just emptied them on my face, and now you're avoiding me? "What's going on?" I tried to keep my voice strong because I did not want to betray the tinge of sadness I was feeling and he turned and looked at me. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come here. It was my mistake, and its not your fault but I'm sorry. I have a girlfriend. I don't know why I did this, Cheyenne, I'm sorry." With that he spun around and he was out of the door and my house before I could say anything.<br />
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I was overcome with shock. What kinda guy who has a girlfriend picks up a random girl at a Starbucks and fucks her and cums on her face and then fucks off like a little pussy? And truth be told the scary part was that I loved it. I loved being a secret pleasure, a guilty indulgence. I loved the fact that I was slutty enough to make him all hot and horny and bothered. I loved the fact that he chose to fuck me, over his girlfriend. I needed to find this boy again. But how the fuck would I do that when I didn't even know his name?<br />
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After showering and clearing my room up, I sat on my bed and reached for my phone. I unlocked it and found it opened up to a whatsapp chat. It was a video, sent to a random number. Panic overtook me. I played the video and it was what I thought it would be. There I was on my knees, gagging on a cock and fondling a pair of balls, and then fingering myself. And he'd sent it to a number that I did not have. I checked the number and the profile picture and... wow.<br />
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He'd sent the video to himself. He wanted to jack off, to the sight of me sucking his cock and taking his load all over my face. God that made me feel so hot.Cheyenne Leowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03224903072243903947noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082280799793957780.post-40445785399055727372015-03-06T23:03:00.000+08:002015-03-06T23:03:27.942+08:00Got along with Starbucks lovers, they'll tell you I'm insane. <span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">He saw me from across the cafe. He saw me sipping away at my caramel frappe, trying to prolong its life so that I could justify spending an humane amount of time at Starbucks, reading, trying to avoid being home. Being in public stopped me from watching porn and fingering myself and doing nothing else much at home while waiting to start my gap year trip around the world. He saw me alone and he came over. And that's how it all began.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">"Hi. I saw you from over there. You've been sitting here alone for a while so I thought it was safe to assume you weren't expecting anyone. Also I wanted to come talk to a pretty girl la but that's not so important"</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">Anyway back to the story. He stood rather awkwardly at the edge of my table and although the he tried his best to avoid looking needy, I could see it in his eyes, the look of lust that men often try to pass off as passion. Slowly, I returned his cheeky hopeful grin with a steady, confident smile of my own. "Hey, you're right. I was just alone at home so I decided to come here in the hopes of something fun happening. Till now, no luck. But maybe you can change that," I said, with a grin that hinted my intentions, echoed by my pantyless self.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">He fingered his shirt and I motioned to the empty seat next to me. He gathered his stuff and returned to my table and sat next to me and we made a pretty odd pair. Me in my class t shirt, braless and pink FBTs, him in his shirt, rolled up sleeves, skinny jeans, hair combed back with just the right amount of wax. "So you live around here? I'm new here so I don't really know anyone." I believed him, he felt trustworthy for some reason. "Yeah I live a couple of bus stops away. So you plan on carrying on this conversation without telling me your name?" I shot back, daring him to grow a pair. He stared into my eyes for a second, I could hear him thinking, weighing up the odds. And then he drew a breath, and boy did he grow a pair.</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">"Our names aren't important. I know what you're up to. Do you really think I can't see your nipples screaming through your t shirt? I can be whatever name you want me to be. What matters is: who do you want to be?" He returned my challenge with a salvo that instantly flicked a switch in my loins. I could feel myself burning at my nether regions. This boy, whose name I didn't even know, was making me hot and stuffy. For the first time in this conversation, I lost control and he could sense it, he knew he had me on the ropes. I was his for the taking, and he cocked his head to one side, trying to figure out what I was up to, his eyes drifting down my shirt, and I followed his gaze. He was right. My nipples were freezing and sharp and I could almost hear them saying "give us liberty or a bra dammit!"</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">I let my hair fall from behind my ear and give me sometime to compose myself, and just when I thought I had a good enough reply, I felt his hand rest lightly on my knee. This was shockingly new to me. Guys in Singapore would never think of doing that, and here was this guy, who had staked his flag on my body, declaring that I was his conquest to anyone who might care to glance in our direction. We sat like that for a second and I could see him grinning from the side of my glass and it was at that point that I knew all I really cared about, all I really wanted, was him in me, him on me, him under me, his manhood in my mouth, his balls across my face, him shooting ropes and ropes of his warm cum on my face. I wanted him. I wanted him to use me. No guy has ever made me this way, and I loved it. Time to take back control from this cocky son of a bitch.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">I mustered whatever courage I had left, and after checking to see if anyone was looking our way, reached across and laid my hand directly on his lap, feeling for his wood. His body stiffened and in my mind I could feel the blood rushing to the one piece of muscle I truly cared about on this boy's body. His gaze never left my face and I could tell he would never relinquish control, but I was definitely giving him a run for his money. He grew under my soft hand, as I gently caressed him, my eyes locked to his. He grew and he hardened, and when I tightened my grip on his cock he let out an involuntary gasp. So much for control. He turned a shade of scarlet that I vaguely remembered seeing once, in the mirror. Oh right that was my throbbing vagina, begging for relief. I had an idea.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">"If you aren't up to anything and you'd like to get up to something, follow." And with that I abruptly stood up, and walked out of the Starbucks, leaving him with one five second tease of an over the jeans cock rub. And follow he did.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">He followed me on the bus and into the lift and then he couldn't control himself. I had barely hit the button marked 16 when I felt his powerful arm grab my hair and yank me around. His free hand established a vice grip on my neck and pulled me close and I could feel his penis push against my FBTs and then he pulled me in and his lips were all I needed them to be: a gateway drug. He stuck his tongue in my throat, all pretense of discovery abandoned, he was taking no prisoners today. He explored my mouth, I sucked on his tongue harder and he bit my lip and my hand found his zip and then it was over. The doors opened. I grabbed his hand and pulled him to my house, on the right hand side. He wrapped his arms around my waist and each hand inched towards my moist cunt and my hardened nipples respectively. Even then he wanted to tease. He didn't go for the obvious, he ran his fingers delicately over my stomach and thighs while I furiously fumbled with the lock and we tumbled into the house. I slammed the doors behind me and he once again began an expedition of my mouth, except this time my house was pitch black and all I could do was feel. We stumbled into my room, my wet panties from last night draped over my bed. I couldn't be bothered. I slammed the door and hunted around for the air con remote and once that was settled I turned to see him standing by my bed, T-shirt off but everything else still on. So he wanted to play did he?</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">We stood for a second and looked at each other and then it was over. I walked over and pushed him onto my bed and sat on his lap and bent over and made out with him while riding him, clothes burning between us. He was ridiculously hard and relatively thick beneath me and I slid down a little, pausing to lips his nipples. He let out a single solitary moan "chey...enne." I thought I had him, the battle over, the victory secured, when he carried me suddenly and dropped me on the floor. "Get on your knees bitch," he said, his voice hoarse and husky with the rush that flows in equal parts to both brain and penis, that only men could ever feel. He reached over and picked up the panties that were on my bed and he took a deep breath, smiling lustily. Then he tossed it aside and looked expectantly at me. I slowly started kneeling but he grabbed my arm and tugged at my shirt. I pulled it off and his eyes sparkled with an anger and a passion I hadn't yet experienced. His finger appreciatively ran down my nose and my lips and down to my chest. He pinched my left nipple and reached down to bite on my right. I let out a moan of pain and pleasure, the burning sensation only serving to fuel my need to be used violently. He placed a hand on my head and pushed me down to my knees. He gestured towards his belt and I knew what I had to do. I unbuckled him slowly, fiddling with the button and the zip slowly. I pulled his jeans and saw his wood bulge in his Calvin Klein boxers. I started to inch his boxers down, slowly, as carefully trimmed hair ends started showing, and then the shaft, throbbing with passion and blood, I kissed his shaft, stopped pulling and kissed his tip. The tip area of the boxers was moist with pre cum, a lovely taste that reminded me of lemons and salt, lots of salt. I licked his tip through his boxers and felt a painful crushing sensation as he grabbed a fistful of hair and grunted "stop teasing whore." His eyes were closed and his Adam's Apple throbbed and I was shocked. He didn't even know me and he was calling me a whore and the best part was that I felt and wanted to be treated like one. I obliged and yanked off his boxers and I was squatting close to his legs so his penis hit me square in the middle of the face, right in between my eyes, above my nose.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">It was gloriously thick and juicy looking, at least 8 inches without a doubt. Not circumcised but his foreskin rolled back nicely to give me access to his head, filled with nerve endings that I was going to enjoy exploiting. I took his shaft in my hands and pumped slowly but it was as solid as oak wood and it wasn't gonna get any bigger. Slowly, I put him in my mouth. His pre cum immediately hit my taste buds and I looked up at him. For the first time since he forced me down, his eyes were open and he was looking down into my eyes, head cocked to one side, curious and excited. I could taste it. Slowly I took more of him, deeper and deeper, my spit pooling in my mouth and flowing onto his cock. The more I pumped with my mouth the less I gagged and the wetter his dick got. He reached down and twisted my nipple and it was all I could do to not bite down. I looked up at him and he looked like he was about to say something...</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">And then he spat on my face, and as I flinched away I just knew he was grinning. For a second I was stunned, my eyes squeezed close, as I felt his warm saliva drip from my eyes down towards my mouth. And I loved it. I took him out of my mouth and rubbed his cock on my face, letting the spit lubricate him. I pumped away for a minute and then he did his signature crushing grip on my neck and pulled me up. He looked at my face, a mess of spit and pre cum and he lifted me up to his height and threw me on the bed and said "hold your legs out." I obliged and he pulled my FBTs off. He took my hands and told me to hold my knees to my ears and I did so, exposing a throbbing, leaking vagina, and a tight asshole to this boy I had met half an hour ago. "Whatever the fuck you do, don't you fucking dare take your eyes off mine, understand Cheyenne?" I nodded, my exposed state betraying me as I blushed. He lowered himself onto me, his face never once leaving mine. He kissed my pussy, softly. I always shave like I've told you guys before. He slowly licked the beads of sweat and cunt juice and probed my pussy with his tongue, slowly, searchingly. He tasted my cream and I licked my lips, tasting him and his spit and my sweat and his pre cum. The air con was set to 20 degrees but I was sweating profusely. Suddenly he lifted off my pussy and lowered himself further and without any warning, kissed my asshole and stuck his tongue in that hole so exclusive that even I hadn't explored. Waves of passion flooded my body as i squirmed and he slowly alternated between my pussy and ass, tongue in one finger in the other. Index finger probed my pussy, then he abandoned the ass and stuck his middle finger in my cunt. He turned and twisted and curled and straightened all inside me. I was quivering and shaking but our eyes never left each other. My only sexual experiences till this point were limited to Andrea and Justin. But this boy, this enigma who was slurping at my creamy pussy, letting my cunt juices flow along his perfect cheekbones onto my bed, this was something else. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">Next post, is what you've been waiting for. Keep coming back :) </span>Cheyenne Leowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03224903072243903947noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082280799793957780.post-70386069690057012872015-03-06T22:12:00.003+08:002015-03-06T22:12:35.869+08:00Hello loves. I haven't been around in far too long. That changes tonight. Check back at midnight. This is how the professionals do it.Cheyenne Leowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03224903072243903947noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082280799793957780.post-16729274626637751592014-01-04T14:39:00.002+08:002014-01-04T14:39:48.779+08:00Its been a while. 2.30 am. The silent hum of the ceiling fan and the almost noiseless whisper of the air conditioner try and keep me warm, but we both know they're fighting a losing battle. The room is dark save for the light emanating from the computer monitor as three guys simultaneously humiliate and worship a blonde; I feel hot as I imagine myself in that lucky girl's position. Sweat drips down my face as I pant heavily, exhausted at the extent of my own pleasure. My t shirt is soaked with the wetness of my own sweat. I'm on my swivel chair, my legs propped up, my thighs spread wide open. My shorts and panties are discarded on the floor, the inevitable result of hastily executed undressing. My legs are sticky and wet, the juices of my pleasure coating them. My fingers are tired and sore, but they carry upon them the taste of lust. My cunt drips away, red and tired from the pleasurable torture I just put it through. Fingering myself is the only way I know to relieve my boundless lust. Boys don't care about me, and I know deep inside of me that going deep inside me is the only way to make myself feel better. My eyes are glazed over, I'm too engrossed in the porn I'm watching. I' am a slut, I'm a whore and my lust for all things sexual disgusts me. But I turn myself on and that's the scariest part of it all.<br />
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Hey guys. I know its been a while. Last year I was completely busy with As. This year I've got a lot more time to play around with. I went on a couple of holidays, I spent like two months in North America, that's why I wasn't posting anything. I'm sorry for leaving you faithful readers hanging for so long. I'll do my best to make up for it.<br />
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So now that my Junior College education has ended, I sorta realised something. I don't have to worry about my reputation in school. I don't plan to meet most of the people from school ever again, if I can help it. And that gave me a very kinky idea.<br />
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"Heyyyyy Andrea!" I chirped, faking enthusiasm that I only truly held for her body, not for the stupid girl herself.<br />
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"Omg what Cheyenne, you actually know how to pick up the phone and call me?" she said in jest (but I'm pretty sure the bitch really did mean it I mean I've ignored her for the longest time and its only my sexual appetite that I wanted to ease.)<br />
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"Hahah no lah, I just wanted to ask if maybe you wanted to hang out and do something?" I said, in a suggestive tone that left much to the imagination.<br />
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"Hmm how about I come over to your place? Maybe we could do something there? Entertain ourselves?" I was certain she had a cheeky grin plastered on her nubile, knowing face. "Sure, come on over! I'll see you in a while" and then suddenly, the conversation was over, and my mind started racing with the possibilities of all the things Andrea and I could, nay would, get up to. I could feel my skin burning hot around my neck and face as my imagination sprinted away into the dirty unknown.<br />
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"Daddy! My friend is coming over in a while! Its okay right? We'll be in my room watching movies or something, we won't make noise!" I knew my dad would never normally agree to letting me have friends come over, so I had to use some visual stimuli to convince him to. I was wearing my Cotton On tank top, this one was a little bit too small for me so it showed off a bit of skin at my hips and gave a great view of whatever small amounts of cleavage I had. I knew my dad had a thing for lingerie so instead of going braless, I gambled on a pink bra that could be seen quite well under my cream coloured tank top. I paired that top half with tight short shorts. My rather firm butt cheeks were begging to be free of my shorts. Needless to say, I didn't wear any panties. It was quite the cameltoe.<br />
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Dad turned around from his table to see me standing infront of him, perky boobs, protruding ass and all. For a moment the air seemed to leave him and then he quickly regained his composure and blinked a few times. "Er yes sure sweety anything you want." He quickly turned around to face the computer and I knew then that he had an erection. A man wouldn't act this weird unless he's aroused by the sight of his daughter dressed like a slut. It was then that I decided, over the course of the next few months, with no school to go to, I would put my daddy through the most agonizingly pleasurable situations. I love him a lot, and I wanna do something for him for all that he's done for me as a single parent. Its the least I can do.<br />
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The doorbell rang and the chime sent a tingle down my spine. Andrea was here. </div>
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"Hey cheyenne! How are you??" Andrea asked me as she hugged me when I opened the door for her. As she took a step back I noticed her giving me the once over and her for an instant she had a look on her face that was trying to say "why are you dressed like a slut?" but then in another instant it was gone, replaced by something more lustful. </div>
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<br />Andrea was wearing a blue tank top, and a black bra, the straps obviously too big to be covered by the tank top straps. She had tucked her tank top into a short black cotton skirt that ended mid thigh. Most JC girls seem to be having the same fashion ideas given their new found dressing freedom. Her cleavage sweat glistened in the light and I found that so very irresistible. All I could think of was how good that sweat might taste. </div>
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"I'm fine Drea, do you want something to drink?" I asked, playing the gracious host. "yes please, its quite hot outside and my throat is really dry." </div>
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Having quenched her thirst, she went to say hello to my dad and that probably put dad over the top. I could see him losing control quickly so I dragged Drea to my room and sure enough, daddy closed the door of his room. I sincerely hope he had the most amazing wank of his life, thinking about his daughter and her friend. </div>
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<br />Cheyenne Leowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03224903072243903947noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082280799793957780.post-47700857475932880592013-05-05T13:53:00.002+08:002013-05-05T13:53:46.357+08:00introducing andrea taySo like I said, lets allow the cousin storyline to drop for a while. Anyway. School has been so interesting. There's this girl, Andrea. She's openly bisexual. And she's been getting very close to me, literally and whatever the other meanings imply. <br />It all started in a GP class. We were working on this really tough article for our review session. It was quite difficult and if you guys have followed my blog you'd realize that my English isn't half bad. Andrea sits next to me in class. All of us are decided into pairs by the way. We took the corner desks with no one behind us. Quite cost to be honest. Anyway, we were reading the article and she was asking me the meanings for quite a few words. You know me don't you, why would I do something without having a bit of fun? <br />"yes Andrea what is it?" <br />"Cheyenne your English so good right, what's the meaning of metaphysical?" <br />I was explaining to her the meaning and I made sure I was right next to her. Like we were touching and we were so close to each other. I could feel her warm smooth skin and I was actually quite cold. "omg Andrea if I tell you the meaning will you help me I'm so cold, can you just help me turn the air con down?" <br />My nipples were so hard at this point, that's how cold the classrooms get. <br />"huh no need la, come I hug you, you'll feel warm!" I couldn't believe my luck. Next thing I knew Andrea had wrapped her right arm around my shoulders and my head was resting on her shoulder as we carried on reading. Now I should probably describe Andrea to you. She's 17 too, and she has really smooth curly hair that's quite auburn in colour. Like naturally. We can't dye hair in school remember. Her hair falls down to her chest level so I imagine when she's naked her hair must be just about long enough to cover her breasts. Speaking of breasts, she's a B cup, like a solid B. I know you guys like the big ol' boobies but I somehow find B cups the ideal size. The girls in my class with C cups always complain about how tiring it gets to run during PE with boobs that size. My own smaller B cups couldn't match up to Andrea though. More that anything, she's a gymnast, doing the ribbons. She's so fit and her ass is really quite tight, I have to admit. She can do a full split and when she lap danced one of the other girls during our school camp, I got quite turned on, her perky ass and curves and her boobs can turn any straight girl, I imagine. So yeah. Anyway. My head was resting on the crook lf her neck and I could smell her so well. She has a policy of never wearing perfume. She didn't need to. Her natural smell was quite fruity. One can only imagine how nice her panties would smell. ;) Being the faster reader I finished the article first and I thought I'd take a slight bit of shut eye. I closed my eyes and snuggled closer onto her and I could feel her body respond. She noticed me cuddling in, and if she knew what I was up to, then she worked really well to hide it from me. I could, however note the subtle changes. She warmed up, angled her body in a more inviting posture and placed her left arm around my torso, just in between my boobs and my stomach. It felt electric but not erotic. I don't know why. <br />After ten minutes of me pretending to be asleep but actually just making sure I was in position I made the move. I tossed and turned and have Andrea my best sleepy face. "Andrea, can I just lie down on you I'm so sleepy, and we still have that H2 Math thing later."<br />"of course no problem" she said with a bit too much enthusiasm than was socially acceptable. She quickly cleared a quick space and I soon found myself lying on her lap, curled up in a fetal position. Her left hand played with my hair and her right hand lay lightly on my waist, playing with my skirt's waistband. Time to have some fun. Slowly, I started wriggling, twisting, moving anything go get my head to dig into her vagina. She felt it. <br />Slowly, her hand moved from my waist to my stomach, and then when she made sure that I was asleep (I wasn't) she moved her hand to my chest. Andrea Tay's hand was now on my right boob. I started feeling a shifting in my inner thighs. Squeezing my legs together, I found myself getting moist. My nipples were hardened to rock now and I was wearing the same panties as yesterday, so that they'd get really wet before I mailed it to the guy who bought it from me. (side note, this is the story of the panties you bought from me, KY ;) I hope you're enjoying it. If anyone else wants to buy, just mail me)<br />So there I was. On her lap, her hand on my boob, getting wet and hard. Slowly, I reached out and touched her right hand and put my fingers in between hers. I clutched her hand and mine which were intertwined, to my chest. Now her hands were on both my boobs. Out of the corner of my eye I could see her eyes shift and stare at me, puzzled, but clearly turned on by what was going on.Cheyenne Leowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03224903072243903947noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082280799793957780.post-80668650671139293012013-04-18T17:43:00.000+08:002013-04-18T17:43:02.525+08:00You guys are the best. :) Anyway, I'm going to let my cousins' story slide for a while. I know I haven't posted here in a long time, so I'm gonna tell yall about quite a few things that's been going on in JC. If you have been coming here everyday or every week faithfully checking for a new post, I just want you to know that I love you and I'm very grateful to you for being a faithful follower. I would totally suck you off or do something to repay your kindness but hey. This isn't an ideal world.<br />
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STAY TUNED K :)Cheyenne Leowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03224903072243903947noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082280799793957780.post-74396240261524425982013-04-18T17:40:00.000+08:002013-04-18T17:40:34.071+08:00Cousins aren't incest. I made sure of that. I think. <br />
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<span lang="EN-GB">'Where are they, uncle?' I asked, just not
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<span lang="EN-GB">"Oh they're on their way! Haha I'm not
supposed to tell you, but they're buying you a little gift! That's why they're
late!" </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">A present? Jesus! I don't need a present! I
just need the two of them here! In fact, I should be giving them the present of
me! Me and my... Little exhibition.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">The hours fell and before long, my lovely
cousins arrived. Desiree, well she's 16, a year younger, and she's got shoulder
length dark brown hair. Of course, she had to dye it. Duh. She's chinese. Of
course its dyed hair. She's around 165cm, so that's slightly taller than me.
She's like, 41kg? Imagine that? And she's a solid B cup. ;) with her bigger-than-most-chinese
eyes, her high cheekbones and what not, anyone could easily tell that she's
part eurasian.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Justin is a different case. He's 19, and
he's in poly. Temasek poly. Which course... Never you mind. He's got short and
yet long hair, the kinda that he always decides to comb back. Gosh. The comb
back hair is so sexy. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Anyway, it was pretty much time for dinner,
and throughout all this time, I think I should tell you that Desiree was acting
really weirdly around me. I don't know why, but she just was.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">So at dinner, Desiree sat next to me, on my
left and Justin, on my right. Time for some fun ;)</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Letting my hand drop slightly, I placed it
on Justin's left thigh. He didn't flinch or move away, but I could sense his
body tightening up. It was all very subtle, but I could tell. Above the table,
everything was normal. Under it, the fun was just starting.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">I slowly started rubbing Justin's leg up
and down, down to the knee and up as far to his crotch. He gave me looks, but
nothing else. Slowly, I started sliding my hand into his inner thigh. An
over-the-jeans cock rub ensued. And yet, through all this, we still made no
noise above the table. Justin was so tensed up, tense by the thought of a 17
year old girl rubbing his inner thighs less than half a meter away from his
parents. I started laughing along very happily to all the jokes everyone was
making at the table, using my "uncontrollable laughter" as an excuse
to throw myself onto Justin, giggling away madly. While all this was
happeneing, my hand was furiously rubbing over Justin's crotch. I could feel
him getting hard, the blood gushing from everywhere, the brain commanding the
veins to redirect blood to flow to his pretty large, thick penis. </span></div>
Cheyenne Leowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03224903072243903947noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082280799793957780.post-75121701096619984072012-10-12T02:07:00.001+08:002012-10-12T02:07:38.461+08:00Niagara Falls, you can suck it. So anyway, like I was saying. I seem to have found my deepest fetish of being humiliated and now... I`m telling you guys about it. HAHA. SO fast forwarding the porn and all that fingering on my couch I spent that night completely exhausted and I just collapsed in bed in a t-shirt and absolutely nothing else. Thank god my dad just knocked my door the next day and didn't come in then. `Cheyenne! UP! We're gonna have visitors, I want you up! Breakfast in half an hour!" Oh god.. Today was supposed to be my Saturday of rest and relexation and a LITTLE bit of mugging for Promos! I don't wanna have to smile at some stupid visitors. I let out a loud, low groan, and evidently, dad was still on the other side of the door, because at that groan he went, "Excuse me! I don't wanna have to get up on a Saturday and smile at some visitors, either, but too bad!" That's why I love my dad, because he knows me. I mean, he's taken care of me so much, he was there for me more than mum was. I love you daddy, and if you`re reading this, I honestly don`t know whether to smile or frown.<br />
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And then I realize I don`t even know who`s about to come over so I yell out, "DADDY! WHO`S COMING OVER?" "Oh its your cousins! Justin, Desiree and their parents!" SUDDENLY I WAS UP AND ALERT. Justin is one year older and Desiree is a year younger than me and the best part was that, I knew for a fact that Desiree was a bi, cuz she's had boyfriends and girlfriends. Justin's an absolute cutie AND NOW, I WA LOOKING FORWARD TO SEEING THEM. I had SUCH a wonderful time planned for them ;)<br />
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I'll tell you about it... soon.<br />
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In the mean time, keep the emails coming, I'm getting 2000 a week on average its hard to reply to all! But keep them coming!Cheyenne Leowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03224903072243903947noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082280799793957780.post-41738488776377243062012-10-10T16:17:00.000+08:002012-10-10T16:17:17.190+08:00My fetishes scare me!SO guys. school's been tiring. And I've desperately needed a holiday. :(<br />
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anyway. So much has happened. Where to begin.....<br />
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It was just a few nights ago, actually. I got a little bored. You know, promos and all that, so naturally, I got really disgusted with studying and decided to study something disgusting. (see what i did there ;) ) But really. Promos is such a bitch. So like there I am at home, alone, mugging away for Econs. And like I swear, nothing's going into my head. The words and numbers go for swims in my head. And after 3 hours of pounding away at that crap, I give up and decide to call it a night. Now normally, after studying and if no one is home, I play some 1D videos and dance along like a weirdo. DON'T LAUGH AT ME I HAVE A MAJOR CRUSH ON HARRY. -.- And since dad wasn't home tonight and mum was out of town, I was going to do the same... when. That vixen in my loins reared her head. And bear in mind guys and girls, its been nearly 4 months since I'd last truly played with myself. Oh god. I finally knew why guys had to masturbate so regularly. The urge just struck me with truly great force. Quickly, I brought my new laptop out and plugged it into the flat screen tv in the hall. I had a problem though. Since my last foray into the world of pornography, I'd developed a lust for a certain kind of porn.<br />
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Ten minutes of searching the web and I found it. The perfect video. A blonde girl, and 16 guys. SIXTEEN GUYS and she sucked them all off. Yup. I'd found my fetish. I adored the thought of one day, being forced to stay on my knees for half and hour, have a dozen guys with their thick, juicy cocks out, slapping me, twisting my nipples, grabbing my throat, shoving a nice juicy cock into my sweet, tiny mouth and face fucking me. And the best part? I even put on some mascara, and took a cucumber from the fridge to keep me company on the couch as that blonde starting gagging and tearing up as the guys pulled her hair, hard and forced her onto their cocks.<br />
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Guys, girls, you have NO idea how turned on I was at this point. I'd just found out that I have a fetish for being humiliated And then, the guys pulled the blonde up turned her upside down and face fucked her for real. LIKE. ACTUAL THROAT FUCKING. OMG.<br />
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Anyway, gotta rush now, but I'll describe how that porn made me wetter than the Niagra Falls in the next post. Love yall!Cheyenne Leowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03224903072243903947noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082280799793957780.post-35109457206544039162012-08-28T00:55:00.001+08:002012-08-28T00:55:15.002+08:00IM SO SORRY EVERYONE!HEY GUYS AND GIRLS<br />
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IM SO FUCKING SORRY FOR THAT MASSIVE HIATUS<br />
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SHIT HAPPENED<br /><br />AND LIKE SO MUCH HAS GONE DOWN! ILL TELL YOU ALL ABOUT IT IN THE COMING WEEKS.<br />
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AND TO ALL THE LOVELY PEOPLE GIVING ME SUPPORT, THANK YOU!<br />
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ALSO, LOTS OF GUYS EMAIL ME AND GIVE ME THEIR NUMBERS AND WHAT NOT, BUT IM ALSO BICURIOUS.<br />
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SO ANY GIRLS OUT THERE WHO LIKE HOW I THINK , HIT ME UP BABES! BUT THAT DOESNT MEAN YOU GUYS STOP!<br />
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SEND ME THOSE PICTURES AND THE NUMBERS ;) ABSOLUTELY SOAKING UP ALL THE ATTENTION TOO! SEE YOU ALL IN A WEEK OR SO!Cheyenne Leowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03224903072243903947noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082280799793957780.post-36717006529769081332012-04-03T16:19:00.001+08:002012-04-03T16:19:31.132+08:00SO SORRY GUYS :(Hey guys. Sorry for the long absence. There was March Hols, and I needed the break badly. Sent 4 panties off too! Hope you guys are enjoying it, DS, ET and FJ. Oh and that girl who asked me for a pair too, KIL, I hope you enjoyed doing all that nasty stuff we chatted on Whatsapp about :) Wink Wink. Anyhow. I'll put up an entry ASAP k? I love all you guys. Already earned $300 plus from the sale of those 4 panties! I feel like the blog is shifting, but never mind. We'll get back to taking about my life soon, alright? keep the emails cumming ;) I try to reply as many, but in 2 days, I get like 300 and its so hard :) BUT I LIKE IT HARD :)Cheyenne Leowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03224903072243903947noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082280799793957780.post-54559063410305971222012-02-27T19:51:00.000+08:002012-02-27T19:51:01.408+08:00Selling the PineappleHey guys, in my earlier post, I told yall about my panties that now smells of pineapples? I got too many emails asking about it, so I'll make it simple here. I was going to give it to one person, but as I'm slightly short of dough as well, why not we see who can bid on it and buy it? Email me your bids k? MY FRIDAY :)<br />
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LOVES, CHEYENNE:)Cheyenne Leowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03224903072243903947noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082280799793957780.post-66856170033056364962012-02-27T11:48:00.001+08:002012-02-27T11:48:28.004+08:00School Run Mondays Are Such Bitches<br />
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Somehow, my little unintentional excursion into my body had yielded very
interesting results. Anyway, we’ll pick
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<span lang="EN-US">“Oi,
Cheyenne, get up already! I’m gonna be late for work at this rate! Quick!,”
came the low, growling voice of a Monday morning father. It wasn’t the most
loving voice, take it from me. Actually, come to think of it, I don’t really
know much about my dad. Yeah, sure I knew the basics, favourite colour, food,
music, but I don’t, for instance know what he does for a living, well, I know
he does something in investment, but that’s it really. I know, hopeless
daughter. -.- Normally he drives me to school, before going to work, because my
house is pretty close to my JC. Today though, we were running really late.
“Alright, alright, I’m getting in the shower, k?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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was the wrong word. Maybe, self-exploration part two would be a better
description. Mhmm, hmmm. As I got into the shower, I pulled off my dad’s
t-shirt over my head and off and admired myself. My B-ish cups were forming well, and the
nipples were getting aroused with my careless fingers flying over it. They
almost seemed to be saying, “Oh Cheyenne, it’s WAY too early to be doing this, sweetheart.
We really need to stay in the bed we call your breasts and rest for a while, or
we won’t be perky enough for your school bra.” Figuring as much, I let my arm
drop to my panties. Drenched as they were last night, 4 hours of sleep allowed
it to dry well, but in an air-conditioned room, the juices of my virgin,
unmolested vagina seemed to have bonded with the very fabric of my cheap, E2
panties. As I slipped it off my thighs and down to my ankles, my vagina
quivered and throbbed, having the same dirty, but way too early thoughts as my
nipples were having. Smiling to myself, I reached over and picked up the
panties. Sniffing it, I instantly realized what all the fuss was with guys
being so into used girls’ panties. Although I’m not a lesbian or bisexual, or
anything, I realized how overpoweringly tasty the smell was. At that point I
also realized something else. With the fermentation of 4 hours, and the
thinness of the panties, and my weird-ish diet, my vaginal juices on the
panties smelt of pineapple, weirdly and the same juicy feeling of semen. At
this point, one might ask why I know the smell of semen, but yeah, that’s
another long story and I’ll save it for some other time. Anyway, I don’t know
whether vaginal juices should smell of pineapple and semen, but if any of you
want to smell it for yourselves and tell me whether it’s alright, erotic or
just plain fucked up, just ask me, maybe I could give it away or sell it to
that one lucky person, who wants that stained, and pineapple-ly polka dot black
panties. (I’m just saying). Anyway, getting back to the smell, the pineapple
smell was intoxicating, frankly, and I was pretty sure that I’ve honestly never
smelt anything as strong as that. After a minute or so, a modicum of sanity
cooled the lust flowing in my veins, and reminded me to protect this wonderful
smell that I’d discovered before it disappeared. Luckily for me, we keep a box
of plastic Zip-lock bags, in the bathroom shelf, because with my mother and me
having periods, we needed a safe and hygienic way to get rid of stained sanitary
pads. Thinking quick, I pulled one out and lovingly placed the panties in it.
Assured that the panties would retain the smell, I placed it aside and stepped
in to take my shower. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Turning the
tap on, I loved the feeling of the water hit me. After all the soapy vaginal
juices I squirted last night, and because I fell asleep in an air-conditioned
room without washing it off, the juices had stuck to me, and it took a great
deal of soaping to get rid of it. Washing away all the juices on my calves and
inner thighs, and I started work on that pesky, twitching, throbbing vagina. It
was so tempting to just collapse on that toilet seat outside and just fingering
myself to another flaming, explosive orgasm. Time, had other plans. Speeding
up, I quickly had a few rubs with the liquid soap, but I soon discovered a big
problem with this. Trying to clean my vagina quickly, just gave the damned
pussy the impression that I was about to sit down and masturbate. I had to find
a way to work around this newfound pit of pleasure, and so, gingerly, I dabbed
soap slightly at the outer parts, before
trying to clean the inner labia without arousing myself too much. It was
hopeless. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>Cheyenne Leowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03224903072243903947noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082280799793957780.post-84097746957025717902012-02-26T23:27:00.001+08:002012-02-26T23:27:35.731+08:00Come one guys, please leave me comments? Its really heartwarming:)Cheyenne Leowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03224903072243903947noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082280799793957780.post-78204583120066327072012-02-25T10:43:00.001+08:002012-02-25T10:43:20.950+08:00It all started, when I was born.<br />
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<span lang="EN-US">So here goes the first chapter of my new life.
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<span lang="EN-US">Birds
chirping. The first ray of sunlight hits the bed, and crisply wakes me up. The
smell of fresh kway teow in the kitchen filtering through and pervading my
nostrils, waking me up from my deep slumber. Yeah, right. Like all that was
gonna happen. What actually happened was
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<span lang="EN-US">“OI, Get
up, will you? You’re gonna miss your crush at school today!” came the annoyingly
bitchy voice of my dad. I seriously cannot stand my dad at 6 in the morning,
but on the whole I really do love him, I hope we get that clear. Anyway. I tried to stay just a little bit longer in
bed, and it was worth it. Last night, was really cool. I mean, it was 2 am, and
I couldn’t stop thinking about that video I’d accidentally watched. I was on
twitter, when I saw a link which seemed really interesting. One click later, I
found myself staring at a sweaty bloke humping away at a blonde with gigantic
breasts and the noise of her moaning screamed through the speakers for 20
seconds, before I realized what was happening and managed to hit the mute
button. Luckily, no one else had heard it and woken up. The thing was though, I
found myself glued to the laptop screen and without me noticing it, my nipples
just hardened under my shirt, and somewhere between my legs, it just got all
wet and soapy. Slowly, following the way that the guy on the screen was doing
to the blonde, I lowered my hand to lap and slipped it between my panties. I
normally sleep in one of my dad’s old t-shirts and a pair of panties and
nothing else, because Singapore is so hot. However, none of my clothes had ever
gotten this wet before. </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span><span lang="EN-US"> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Slowly,
simply and lovingly, I pulled off my panties and ran a finger across my inner
thigh. OHHH! What a ncie tingly feeling it sent up my legs, and into my mind,
making me all mushy and warm inside! It was simply lovely. Nothing else to
describe it. As careful as a child probes an undiscovered hole in a box, I
tentatively probed a finger into that forbidden orifice. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“Oh my god,
why have I never done this before? Cheyenne, you stupid innocent bitch!” I
cried out softly, and threw my head back in ecstasy. Faster and faster I went,
but no matter how hard I tried, only my right index finger could go in. Soon, I
was sitting on my bed, my laptop abandoned. My legs were spread out completely,
my back was arched and my eyes were closed, my head thrown back . My finger was
furiously circling and probing my unbelievably wet vagina. There were stains on
my chair, and now on my bed, vaginal fluid was leaking out, and it was
disgustingly erotic. And then it happened. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“OOOOOOOOHHHHHH,
MY FUCKING GOD!” I cried, before remembering to lower my voice, when suddenly,
waves of pure pleasure crashed into my little frame, and forced my vagina to do something that I’d never done
before: I wet my bed. But not in that way. This new feeling, of pleasure and
later as I would find out, Orgasm, made me squirt gallons of soapy liquid on to
my bed. I’m not a very thin girl, so this was rather messy. As my heart beat
slowed down back to normal, I turned on the lights and discovered something
silly. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">I was
drenched in sweat, my nipples were trying their hardest to bore a hole through
my dad’s t-shirt, my panties lay
discarded on the floor, the blonde on the screen had just gotten a facial and
was nearly drowning in semen, my blanket was drenched in my vaginal juices and
I absolutely looked like a mess. But a hot mess at that. As I stood in front of
the mirror, naked from waist down, I couldn’t believe it. My vagina was leaking
juices, and it was copiously flowing down my legs, making a sticking mess. My
nipples throbbed with desperation to be touched. I mean, I don’t have big tits or
anything, and I’m one of the smaller chested ones in class, but still. Given my
state of intoxication and lust, I slipped my dad’s t-shirt off, and stood
there. My normally perky breasts were heaving now, and the nipples were
screaming at me to make them feel good. Truth be told, I didn’t know what to
do. Falling back into bed, I took hold of my right breast and started massaging
it, rather sloppily. With my left hand, I started twisting and turning my left
nipple. Oh boy! That was honestly the most refreshing feeling I’d ever had. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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minutes in, and somehow the sheer energy I needed to do it all, and orgasm
three times in a row, put me to sleep. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Which is
where my dad comes in and wakes me up. </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">L</span><span lang="EN-US"> <o:p></o:p></span></div>Cheyenne Leowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03224903072243903947noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082280799793957780.post-9928183825479894352012-02-16T21:57:00.000+08:002012-02-27T11:48:42.918+08:00Hi guys, and welcome to my second life :)<br />
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new to this, so please don’t be too harsh on me J. I’ve seen so many girls around my age post
their fantasies online, like LindaMichelle (theinnocentslut.blogspot.com), I’m
A Slut and a whole lot more. The thing is, they write in the third person, and
so vividly bring to life the kind of purely dirty and erotic emotions that they
inspire me to tell out all my fantasies. I don’t know whether guys out there
have these emotions, but EVERY and I repeat EVERY girl beyond the age of 12
will get these times at night, when she can’t sleep and just dreams and
fantasizes. I promise, every single girl has these fantasies. But the thing is,
each girl has her own, let’s say genre shall we? Like some like to be
commanded, some love exhibitionism while a small minority enjoy other girls.
The thing is, I’m weird. I have an affinity for all of these. Somehow, I’ve
always wanted to be the free, slutty whore you find in porn films being gagged
and deep throated. But then, I also
want to be that girl who gets worshipped and loved in every way. Hmmm. I don’t
know if this is normal though. But I know I can’t. Every morning, I wake up in
my dreary pink room in Woodlands, pull myself for a shower, touch myself in
places that make me feel really awake,
sit at the small breakfast table, watch dad get ready for work. Then, I
pull on that ridiculously long JC skirt. I mean honestly, would you believe it?
Its retarded. -.- I can’t believe it. Anyways, I have to shorten it, or else
risk going to school looking like a loser. L Hmmm, the thing is. I go to
school, I’m average looking and well, things aren’t that great, none of the guys give me second looks. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 13pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Anyway I know, I’m boring you with my life story. It
bores me too. L So that’s why I’m creating this new character. She’s going to
live the life I wish I had, but I know I don’t have the guts to. I’m not about
to give my own name, but I’ll give a name that has something to do with me. I’m
gonna call her Cheyenne Leow. It doesn’t mean that my first name is Cheyenne or
my surname is Leow, but yeah. And also, she’s going to share all my other
important details. For instance, Cheyenne’s birthday is going to be the same as
mine, November 24, and we’re both 17
year olds, in the first year of JC. I’m not saying which JC, cuz that would
really spread my identity a bit too thin. Anyway. It’s in the north. That’s all
I’m saying about my school. We both studied in IJ Toa Payoh or Fairfield
Methodist (That's up to you to decide :)) , so we’re aren’t stupid or anything,
okay? HAHAH. Anyway. I guess later on in the series I’ll upload some pics of
myself. (Cropped of course) How dumb do you think I am? XD Anyway, I’ll put up some chapters from my
life soon. J BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY, I NEED SUGGESTIONS. AND FEEDBACK, PLEASE
GIVE ME ALL YOUR FEEDBACK WHETHER ITS CONSTRUCTIVE OR DESTRUCTIVE. J Thanks a
lot. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 13pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">One last thing. You see, given my normality, and
because I don’t have supermodel looks, I don’t have a boyfriend. If any young
guy who sees my blog and thinks I’m interesting, please write to me. I’d
appreciate it a lot. The email address is listed on that side with the profile
information. I’d appreciate it. J Of course, I do like horny, and really sexy
guys, so if you aren't either, don't bother please. :)</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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