Blaze The Bandit

Sitting in your window with my legs open wide.... p***y dripping wet.... I go by many names but you can call me Blaze the d**k Bandit... and I come to claim what's mine. I slowly creep over... trying hard not to make a sound. I look at your sleeping form, after months of waiting and watching you I figure that now would be the time to partake of what I have been craving. I slowly take off my clothes and begin to caress my p***y lips. Your lips look so tasty, I wish I could taste them, but I'm getting away from my main objective. "I come at night to make you cum." I didn't always start out this way, In fact I was the complete opposite of the seductress that is here today. seen as a prude most of the people in my life Not really the one you'd expect to go off in the middle of the night claiming d**k from unsuspecting but willing men. But how does one become such a s*x crazed Vixen like me? That's what I am s*x Crazed. You'd have to be in order to do the things i do at a moments notice. How did I get this way you ask? how did such an innocent, prudish closed minded woman turn into this lively vivacious s*x thief. Well as most tales of these types would start, They would tell you about their childhood and how their parents were strict and all that bullshit but why give you the blah background when i can get straight to the point and tell you the exact day the exact moment that everything changed. Nobody expects the quiet ones. That's what made things for me so perfect. I can still live my life and claim the d**k for my own. By the way my name is Brittany but you can call me Blaze. I remember like it was yesterday.... So Cliche right? Well where to begin. I guess my first s****l experience is a good a place as any. Before I get into it, No it wasn't an OMG experience, It was kind of a shock to my system it awaken something inside of me and created Blaze. It was a Wrong place right time scenario. As fate would have it by the age of 19 i was a glorified virgin, something I'm supposed to be proud of right? you couldn't be more wrong. I hated the fact I was a Virgin. All of my friends lost theirs at a slightly younger age and being the only virgin in the crew i felt like a child. So inexperienced and so new to the world. It annoyed me to no end. I still see myself looking in the mirror. Everything about me screamed "VIRGIN", "PRUDE" and "INEXPERIENCED". I was so determined to change that outlook I guess my appearance would have to change first. Over the years my friends gave me vast amounts of what I call "Hoochie Clothing". All of which i stashed in a box meant to go to the Goodwill. Inside I guess throwing away gifts wasn't very nice. I opened the box and all i saw were short skirts and low cut blouses all of which would have showed every little bit of what the good lord blessed me with. After trying on every last item in the Hoochie Collection I gave myself the once over and just stared at myself. Who was this woman? Where in the hell she been hiding? Everything in me was screaming "I'M FREE". In my own world i found myself touching the exposed parts of my body. My Neck, Breasts , stomach and thighs. This strange new feeling was so invigorating I wondered what new possibilities could be in store for me. I never been to a club in my life, not once. My friends talked about this club around the way. Club Taboo. That would be the first on my list of stops in the life I'm trying to create. I never felt so many eyes on me before. Granted some were Glares but i could care less about it. I was looking to get broke off and didnt mind if the man taken ot not. The urge to cover up was getting to me. I needed to loosen up a bit. I go to the bar and after about 3 shots of Vodka I was definitely on the looser side of things, thats when I saw him. I heard of the term Mandingo but i thought it was a exaggeration by dicknotized women but even in the low lights of the club i could tell he had a lil sumthin sumthin that could hurt a chick. He worked his way over to me and sat down beside me at the bar. "Hey there Sexy, you look like you having a good time" Dude's accent was so thick that with the vodka in my system I felt like I was on the islands just serene. So i just smiled at him, I wasnt trying to be rude. I just didnt know what the hell to say to him. "So what's your name Beautiful?" "My name is Br-Blaze" " Ahh they call you Blaze, you smoke trees huh? come sit with me and my friends while we smoke one" Don't know why in the hell i chose Blaze as Alias but dude said that name fit me perfectly so I ran with it. When i finally got to the table with his friends he pulled me in close to show them i was off limits. He leaned in and whispered in my ear his name was Bryan. I could smell the mix of weed and liquor on his breath. Any other time this would be a major turn off but my p***y was throbbing so bad that he could've said his name was stumblebum and i still would've been turned on. "Hey mama wan hit this? this that OG kush." In my face was the fattest blunt I have ever seen. I done got myself in some deep s**t now. I was starting to think that i was in way over my head with this reinvention of myself. Too late to back out now. I hit the blunt so hard i went into a daze. That was definitely good s**t. Next thing i knew my hand was on this thigh and i felt for my prize. Bryan's d**k was hard as a rock and my assumptions of old boy was correct. He was sporting a Monster pole made for ditch digging! "wan get out of here? I dont live too far, we can get to 'know each other better'. "Sure why not lets go" What the f**k am i doing???