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Rump Fun


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My body’s thumping.
My heart’s pumping.
My rump is shaking.
My skin is baking.

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The verge of a coughing fit is near, but good women like me enjoy revolving around naughty actions.  I rise above my upper respiratory tragedy and decide to sweat the illness away by twerking out to rhythmic music.  This evening I wear a form-fitting black blouse with light gray harem pants.  The loose fabric puts me in the mind state of free flow.  Also, strangely, I know this now, but never focused on it then, if I want to form a better connection with my glutes they mustn’t be shielded with an undergarment.

So the warm up begins, body temperature is busy with total body dynamic stretches and a various amount of hip circles in every direction.  I thrive in the sensation of my muscles and blood heating up and swirling with flaming passion.  Already I can sense the beloved charming playfulness and my fierce sexual energy intertwine as one.  I throw my hands high in the sky, shuffle my feet to the beat and lose myself to the experience of my heart being musically inclined to the coolness of a down tempo.

My hair is loose, happy-go-lucky and fun just like my attitude.  And I can feel the music about to change and lead on it’s up tempo journey and this is where open joy takes place and I forget about the meddling of my chest congestion and need of an asthma pump push.  I grin in beautiful amusement and shake my tush like a hypnotic waterbed.  I shake it in the vein of wanting an imaginary world to stand at my peppery interest.  I shake it with the intent to make the fabric of my blouse stick with sweat to the small of my back and my harem pants dance against its own resolve.  Proudly I wiggle my rump like a basic bellydance shimmy.  I continue vibrating my bum to turbo achievement without letting any other body part assist.

Except, my body has a habit of working as a unit, so my core tightens on it’s own accord like a watchful warrior as well as my conscious thighs flex because they’re always ready to slay with action.  And I continue in a light trance bending over forward similar to a hamstring stretch as I come back up and bend over again and come back up continuously wobbling my bum with a blissful smile on my face.  I keep this stance happily for minutes on end before stepping out with a leg and creating a mini circle with my ass still quivering in its womanly flamboyance.

The hips continue side to side during the wobbling effect as I squat down and squat wobbling back up easy like a summer breeze.  And it remains intriguing back then while I practiced as now how my butt jiggles with a mind of its own.  I start to zone out a bit more and hurl my ass back into the groins of an imaginary person circling deliberately at first, but then building it forceful.  In my head, I envision myself a ballerina on a dazzling jewelry box merrily going around and round yet evidently not as graceful, but putting in work as one for I never stop my glute throwback circles until I begin to feel a deep side stitch.

Then I move on and sit in a low squat position, fingers rotated inward so they face and grip the top of my inner thighs.  It is here I feel the twerk within the static creases of my traps, triceps, back, core, erector spinae, tush, quads and hamstrings.  I arch my hypersensitive back like a cat and lift my glutes upwards slow and drop it back down vigorously so they bounce relaxed and free from care.  Gradually I bounce back up and down until the bum makes a synchronized ripple wave effect in all types of speed.

I feel my cough starting to climb and I settle down for a moment with calculated rhythm even as I carry the synchronized effect of the bounce in a smooth slow left and smooth slow right motion.  Then I continue in the low squat to jerk my butt up and down while performing a big circle horizontally known by the terminology as around the world.  And by this point my heart and lungs are beating in powerful fashion because they’re trying to catch up to the constant jumping of my harem pants and derrière.  My legs fatigue under constant tension, but I feel wonderful living for these moments of fitness and body awareness.

I keep at different movements to different rhythmic songs for twenty minutes before I start to head on the floor, arms stretched out, palms on the ground where I brace and arch my lower back and soften my knees in a very high doggie position.  My triceps contract hard, core is engaged, but the arch stays high and I once again allow my ass to go to places where it’s unrestricted.  I let it tremble by popping it up in the air and dropping it low.  I let it quake like someone is behind me letting their engine rev into my behind as I rev mine back at them.  I allow my ass to thunder with additional help when I use momentum from my bent legs and shoot the back and bum upwards in a quick succession.  I create fascinating hops, beautiful bounces, alluring circles and waves whether delicate or dynamic.

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I persist popping the booty until I finally feel like I’m losing the limits of fluidity thirty to sixty minutes later.  In between I take a breather, but then I start to wind down when my form starts to break and my lower back is inflamed like I maxed out on a thousand and one deadlifts.  I slow it down when my thighs are trembling uncontrollably and I can no longer reach a balance of going back and forth between standing, squatting or bending down.  This is where I get on my knees, jiggle extremely and even isolate each cheek separately with muscle control and than together because rather than feel sick and depressed in bed.  I rather undergo contentment in unvarying states of movement while getting my fitness in.  Plus I mustn’t disappoint my imaginary audience in the process.

P.S.

This would be a twerk level I would love to get to.  Watch Lexy Panterra’s Twerk Out.

Happy training!

-Pennington

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East Coast


Lana Del Rey West Coast
The night is sultry
The night is sultry

Our eyes are lovely
Our hearts are hungry

Under the stars
Blanket of stars

The city lights
Washington Heights

Vanilla skin
Vanilla skin

Melts on mine
Swells on mine

A slow chorus
A slow chorus

Freshly fine
Every time

-Pennington©

Girl & Guy


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Girl becomes super curious on guy’s taste in Porn.  Girl asks questions and asks him to put on a porn he enjoys.  Guy nods in agreement.  Girl asks, “What kind of porn do you like?”  What kind of acts?  Do you have a favorite video you go back to?”

Guy says, “I don’t have any real preferences.  I pick whatever act based on if I’m in the mood to receive a blowjob or if I have the desire for sex.  I don’t have any favorites and there’s never one I go back to.  They update their sites everyday so I watch something new everyday.  But I’m a sucker for mini skirts, anything lace and student-teacher role play.”

Girl notices guy doesn’t put on any video he likes.  Instead guy only shows her the sites he goes on to pick videos from.  Girl asks guy, “Are you going to put one on or not?”  Guy says, “I’m not sure which to pick.”  Girl says, “How about I show you some I would click on based on a title like “Milking Him”?  Than I can show you one of my favorite ones?”  Guy lets girl take over with a puzzled look on his face when he sees the porn star woman give man head in doggie position.

Girl asks, “Have you ever watched deepthroating before?”  Guy answers with a weird expression on his face, “No.”  Girl asks, “Why not?”  Guy states, “It comes off pretty pointless.  I mean, is the feeling that different from just having a woman go down on you?”  Girl says, “Some guys swear by a woman who can possess some deepthroating talent. Others don’t care about it and just enjoy the pleasures of dick-sucking period.”

After he analyzes a video of a lady deepthroating he states, “She knows how to breathe through her nose.”  Girl replies, “Yeah.  She must be a swimmer?  A fish on land.”  Girl moves on to another video.  Guy says, ” I like slow blowjobs.  Nothing fast and nothing furious.”  Girl turns over to guy and says, “Don’t get crazy.. but my hearts beating on what I’m about to ask you.  How about if you go shower right now and I’ll answer your question on deepthroating by performing it on you?”

Guy says casually, “Sure.”  Guy exits and comes back into the living room clean.  Girl asks of guy, “Pull your pants down and take one pant leg off so I can be in the middle of you.”  Guy does as told.  Girl gets down on her knees and grabs a hold of his deflated penis and starts to softly pull on it like laffy taffy candy while she uses her free hand to caress along his thighs.  Guy’s penis responds quickly and this makes girl happy.

Girl now takes a hold of his balls and starts to grope them tenderly while jerking straight at her large breasts.  Guy lets out moans that work in a leisure grind and once girl places her mouth on a few inches of his member he lets out a loud:  YES!  Girl becomes super excited and swoops more than half his shaft into her giving mouth.  Than girl goes in for the first attempt and her lips go down very low.

Guy stays put like someone is holding him still from the shoulders.  Girl goes at another attempt and this time makes sure her tongue is super flat and stretches her pink muscle on the base of his penis below, tightens the ring of her mouth and before girl comes up she makes sure to pause and hover in deepthroat fashion.  Girl peers up at him and asks, “What did you think?”

Guy says, “Yes.  There’s a difference.”

-Pennington

Video of the Week: PUNCHED!



This is what I want to do every single day to at least 50-100 people.  Sometimes I want to do it to half the fucking people of the world in a single day. When I’m up and about dealing with the world, when I’m performing my customer top-notch service I just want to punch motherfuckers forever and forever!

They don’t have to be eating. They just have to exist on Planet Earth, standing there, looking at the ceiling, breathing, dazing out or sitting on a piece of fitness cardio equipment. And I roll up on them and BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMM bitches! Motherfuckers! I hate this damn planet! 😉

And in Forest Gump‘s profound line: “And that’s all I have to say about that.”

Pennington