My Blog :: Just had a few things to say. **Don't forget to vote**

Can't say Thank You enough.
8:28AM on April 01, 2009

I've had alot of people contact me and say. "Bambie I was at work when the show was on, how can I see it"? Or "Bambie I've never been to RudeTv, how do I find the archives?" Some even say Bambie how can I get a hold of you and do a vid"? ( I had to throw that one in there...lol.) 

Well have no fears I, ASS ALMIGHTY have all the answers you need right here.

First, below is the actual ass shaking video enjoy the ride!

Second, here is the link to RudeTv Archive: http://www.rude. com/tv/archive/ id/79722

Oh and here is the link to the Rude page (in case you don't know): www.rude.com/msbambie

Now as far as getting together and doing a video I'm cool. So don't bother asking me because, it's not happening! I usually don't give explanations but today i'll make an exception. The First reason is I have a man and just because we are swingers doesn't mean we are that open in our relationship.The second reason is really simple and easy, because I don't want too...PERIOD!*So again plz don't ask*

I'd like to say thank you to those that have been on the ride from the beginning. It really means a lot to me.

To those that have commented on the (Slidin' down the pole) video thank you, thank you, THANK YOU!!

If you have not commented, hit those stars, or faved it please take out the time to do so.Thank you to everyone!


Smooches from Ms Bambie
www.Rude.com/MsBambie - Because you'll love what you see!

You wanted to know why, well here is the reason.
6:39PM on October 14, 2008

Just felt I owed it to my buddies and fans why I have not been on cam lately...


I AM OFFICALLY ON STRIKE!

I will not be doing any group show, any live houses, and for the moment any private shows (that might change though). Why you say? What happen? Who did what, who do I have to hurt? Well calm down i am about to give you the run down.

I am so tired of doing shows and ppl don’t even have enough respect to sit in the live house or group show and be quiet. They have to be seen, so what do they do? They are the ones that come in your live house and they talk so much shit and when you go over to their page they are a freaking producer and have not produced a damn thing. How can they talk when they don't even have their live house set up?

Here is another reason. When I do shows there is no half steppin. I come hard or not at all. Sometimes my group show is packed. I'm not talking no 20 ppl. I'm talking about 70 or 80 ppl some times. (Some of you were there when I had 100 ppl in my room and even 185) You mean to tell me that out of 70 to 80 ppl only 40 ppl clicked the stars? Umm what did I miss because that doesn't add up? I mean the first thing you do when you step in the door should be to click the stars. I mean like it's been stated before the shit is F-R-E-E! I mean come on ppl is it that hard to click stars?

If there is a need for another reason, ‘cause some people need them. Now I know before I told you all that I am not that worried about tips (and that has not changed) but come now no tips? No one felt generous? I mean someone is on for an hour (sometimes longer) and you can't even do a one dollar tip? There is nothing more for me to do but to shake my head. That’s just ridiculous. I know that some of you are new to the site and don't have chips but I mean damn for real? SMH...

When I see that ppl can learn to respect someone’s work, learn to vote and tip if they can. You will NOT be seeing Ms Bambie in live house or group shows. Like it was said before...

I AM OFFICALLY ON STRIKE!

SMOOCHES FROM MS BAMBIE



 

Let me show you this LAME ASS INDIVIDUAL!!!
5:24PM on October 14, 2008

       PLEASE MAKE SURE YOU COMMENT AND CLICK THE STARS

       PLEASE MAKE SURE YOU COMMENT AND CLICK THE STARS

On FIRE!!!!
9:37PM on September 18, 2008

First, these bullshit ass emails!

I'm tired of ppl coming on here dogging out someone just because they can't tip. If you get on here to make money and don't, maybe you need to re-track and see what you are doing wrong. Stop hounding the men and women telling them they not shit because they didn't tip u. They didn't have to come to your fucking show to build up your ratings. All Look grow the fuck up. This is why the good ones leave because of this bullshit. Life is already hard enough and you mean we got to do the shit in cyber space to? Come the fuck on, all of us tryna make a dollar outta fifteen cents but damn how far will you go? Someone is bound to like what I do and someone is bound not to. Someone is bound to like what you and I do. I come here for exactly what the fucking rude tag says, watch and be watched. Tips are welcome and very much appreciated but damn I don't need to hound anybody. Look grow the fuck up. This is why the good ones leave because of this bullshit.

Second, cut the shit because we don’t need to compete!

I'm tired of ppl coming on here being negative about what you are doing and they got a fucking rude jail house picture on their page and that's it!! If you don't like what the fuck you see stay the fuck off my page. Don’t even come in my room, shit don't even look my fucking way. Another thing, I don't hound pussy I don't give a fuck who you are. I don't compete because I am in a league all my own. Just like every other woman or man thinks and/or knows that he/she is the shit. Well I KNOW the same shit I don't need anyone to reassure me of this cause I do it every morning when I wake (after I thank the Heavenly Father). But no one person is better than the other. We all go through the same shit... LIFE!

Third, Respect is a DEMAND not a request!

There are more than three million ppl on here. There is bound to be someone here that has what you want (likes, dislikes, fetishes, etc.). If you don't like what that person provides why waste your time leaving a nasty comment on there page? Then you complain when it's done to you. I don't know about everyone else but respect is a demand not a request. If you can't do it then don't come to my page. We are welcome to share our opinions, but being nasty and sharing an opinion are two different things. Learn the difference between the two.
Inhales… exhales… I fell a lot better.
Smooches from Ms Bambie

Long time cummin'
8:26AM on September 18, 2008

Long time cummin’: Ms Bambie and Mimi
© 2008 Alley Cat Media

Ms Bambie licked the last few globules of cum from my stalk as we finished some exhausting lovin’. I spent forty minutes at the beginning of this session tongue-mopping her honey hole and chasing her clit as would the Sheriff of Nottingham chase Robin Hood (Hood, get it? Clit. Hood. Never mind.) in Sherwood Forest. After orally dragging three howlers from Ms Bambie’s innards, I harpooned that pussy with my passion-infused dragon. The down-thrusts from that angry helmet-head lacerated Ms Bambie’s anterior perineum but that didn’t stop me…or her. The lovin’ was great and getting greater; we could arrange for triage after the last nutt. Twenty minutes into this second operation she decided to cum…and I opted to cum with her – after all, them’s the best nutts. (sic)

Beads of perspiration adorned my forehead as I considered my treasure, the sought-after Ms Bambie. I glided my palm around the contours of her perfectly shaped gluteal mass; imposing, doubled mounds of smooth chocolate perfection. Ms Bambie’s butter shivered at my touch and then quieted. Amused at the sight of our cum dripping from the lips of her pussy, I wondered, “What would she see as a cherry atop this cake?”

Ms Bambie is always at the top of her game when it comes to sex and she is always horny…lucky me. But this night she smiled as she swallowed the last of my semen and muttered, “I want me some Mimi.”

Anything for my Ms Bambie. Make no mistake, Ms Bambie loves some good dick but sometimes, often times, she wants some pussy in her grill to round things out. At that moment, Rude’s Mimicakes1 was on her mind. Smokey Robinson serenaded the night with Come To Me Soon. Luther Vandross called Smokey Robinson the Shakespeare of Soul; he had it SO right.

Mimicakes1 (Mimi) accepted our invitation to come for a sleepover. It was Mimi’s first time at our home and Ms Bambie wanted it to be memorable. We arranged for them to use the master bedroom while I moderated the broadcast to their Rude.com voyeur house from our office downstairs.

Ms Bambie had the lights in the foyer dimmed when Mimi arrived. This was to set the mood for the clit-licking firestorm that was to ensue. Mimi smiled faintly as she walked through the door, nervous visibly while at the same time excited at being in the presence of Ms Bambie and Ms Bambie’s 45-inch ass-span.

They kissed at the door and again at the foot of the stairs that lead up to the master bedroom. With the second kiss, Ms Bambie leaned in, wrapping her tongue around Mimi’s tonsils and pulling Mimi closely, tightly, to her. Their bodies joined as their flesh gripped one at the other. Ms Bambie enveloped Mimi’s ample waistline with her left arm and gripped firmly Mimi’s derriere (uh, ass cheeks for the differently literate among us) with her right hand. Mimi was lifted onto her toes allowing Ms Bambie to finger Mimi delicately. Mimi let a soft moan slip from her throat past Ms Bambie’s tongue. The sight and sound got me hard. That was my clue that it was goin’ down tonight definitely.

The chocolate, bubble-butted duo ambled up the stairs entangled in each other, stripping away their outer garments as they went. Their asses’ masses painted a shadow above that darkened the ceiling lights; they presented two full moons in a total eclipse. My lip drooled as my third leg, my favorite and the largest of the three (you know the one), stiffened again in anticipation.

Reduced to dental floss and parachutes (dental floss in place of g-strings, parachutes to hangar those HUGE mammary lollypops – geez, do I have to explain everything?), they set up for the hot tub. Ms Bambie prepared the cameras and tripods; Mimi prepared her pussy. Leon Haywood egged them on with I’m Gonna Do Something Freaky To You. Alright, people, sing along if you know the words.

Ms Bambie and Mimi devoured each other with their eyes, ogling back and forth as might school girls who only just discovered their lesbian predilections. I heard the incessant, prepubescent giggling wafting from upstairs and enticing me in the office. My imagination soared as I pictured these thigh-blessed vixens wrapping those hips and hooters around one another. It was a couple hours before the Rude.com group show was scheduled to begin and I was already hitting that fifth star to rate them and reaching for the tip button. A long, steamy night beckoned

I could hear Mimi licking Ms Bambie’s nipples, broad-stroking those 38Ds with the flat of her tongue, flicking moisture with each pass. My mind’s eye crossed as it envisioned Ms Bambie pressing Mimi into her breasts, smothering her areolas with the insides of Mimi’s thin lips. I could almost hear the soft report of undergarments landing on the Berber carpet that floors our master bathroom, leading inevitably to the tidal waves that occur when thunderous ass packages intrude on still waters. Ms Bambie hummed to Curtis Mayfield leading The Impressions as they sang, Never Let Me Go. There’s nothing like Old School to get the feeling across, I always say.

It’s Eddie Murphy’s fault. His song, Put Your Mouth On Me, almost certainly influenced those women. The entire second story of our home swayed as Ms Bambie and Mimi cavorted in the oversized hot tub upstairs. I listened with my gonads as the camera’s eye captured and enjoyed the ablutions above me. By now, Ms Bambie had taken charge and pinned Mimi’s back to the rear wall of the tub. Ms Bambie most certainly was mouth-mangling Mimi’s sizeable breasts, tossing her nipples to and fro with abandon and relish. I heard Mimi sighing uncontrollably, probably owing to Ms Bambie’s oral facility. Ms Bambie can make a teat think it’s a clitoris and she can milk cum – or a reasonable facsimile thereof - from both at will.

Pete, Ms Bambie’s favorite dildo, was slammed hard against the tub’s wall, forced into service at the height of the Ms Bambie-Mimi-athon. Ms Bambie, kneeling in the water, encircled Pete with her mouth as Mimi assaulted Ms Bambie’s pussy from the rear. The water retreated and watched, mouth open in awe and envy. About half an hour into this, the distinctive sound of voluminous water displacement signaled that Mimi was now on her back and Ms Bambie was neck deep in Mimi’s sugar well. Mimi moaned, shrieked and cried alternately as Ms Bambie road the pussy home. I know that the camera did not blink; it was probably rubbing its own nutt out at the goings on in that tub.

I grew faint as I tried to work downstairs. The blood draining into my tool robbed my brain of vital supply. My member was untying my shoes it was so hard. And they upstairs continued the sexual assaults upon my mind. Janet Jackson was singing to me about Control. Hell, I just wanted someone to swallow this nutt I was packin’. My preferred cum-in-mouth girl was preoccupied at that moment with Mimi’s clit in her mouth.

The ladies frolicked for another hour or so and introduced Purple Jeff to the world (a gift to Ms Bambie from Rude.com’s MrNiceDee). Ms Bambie forced Mimi’s nutt factory into overtime as she dragged nutt after nutt after nutt from Mimi. Ms Bambie was horny and hungry; Mimi was both beneficiary and victim. Some people have all the luck.

Now it was Rude group show time and I was so ready for some Ms Bambie. It was all I could do to moderate the house. The sounds emanating from Ms Bambie and Mimi engaged in their lustful intercourse kept my penis doing the mambo in my trousers. I could “hear” Ms Bambie locked between Mimi’s thighs, slurping her way up through Mimi’s joy tunnel to Mimi’s throat. Mimi’s deep grunts let me know that Ms Bambie was achieving major successes along the way.

The group show and the attendant voyeur houses were well-received. The ladies were hits. After the cameras went dark and David Ruffin sang the Smokey Robinson song, Backstage (from the Temptations’ cd, Reunion), Ms Bambie and Mimi nestled into each other’s arms to sleep. I retired to the family room downstairs to watch movies on our oversized sofa. For sure, Mimi invited me to join them but, one, Ms Bambie wasn’t having it and, two, I wasn’t interested. I have nothing against Mimi, of course. She’s a cute bundle but Ms Bambie and I don’t roll that way. Mimi is her girlfriend, not mine. That’s the way we like it.

Mornings with Ms Bambie are always great. The following morning was no different. The lesbo-fest of the night before still ran through my psyche. Each reel was a turn-on. I awakened to find Ms Bambie kneeled before me, dragging my man-muscle from its berth in my Ralph Lauren Polo boxer briefs. We saluted her immediately; hey, we knew “what time it was.”

Ms Bambie embraced my dick gently with her jaws, taking it deeply into her throat and coaxing pre-cum onto her molars. The Elgins were telling Ms Bambie that Heaven Must Have Sent You. Indeed. Ms Bambie toyed with the glans, looping her tongue around it and tapping it with her tongue stud. The sun rose steadily from the east and peeked around the patio pillars to steal a look. Everyone wants to see Ms Bambie in action.

Backing the shaft out a ways, Ms Bambie stroked my member lovingly with her tongue, squeezing it at the base for effect. Ms Bambie had stolen away from bed with Mimi to attend to me. I was grateful, flattered, and feeling really lucky right about then. And I was feeling just a little needy, too, if the truth be told. Ms Bambie rotated my missile slightly in her mouth as she worked her magic, bobbing her head to I Was Getting Some Head. Who’s the artist? She gripped my hips with her hands, pinching my inch to my embarrassment. Ms Bambie then tilted my hips, which changed the angle of entry. This action made my dick head rub the roof of her mouth and, man, I’m tellin’ ya’. That’s the business.

Ms Bambie straddled me on the sofa and lowered herself onto my missile. She, clearly, was ready to blast off. She tightened around me with her best Kegelian effort and began bouncing on the dick. With each rise she forced cum to shoot up and out. It was a sight to behold. At times, she’d lean forward to kiss me as she hammered away with her ass cheeks clapping against my thighs.

The rising sun brought the beast out in me; I flipped Ms Bambie from my lap onto the sofa so that she was partly on the sofa, partly off. I grabbed her dangling legs to keep her from falling and fucked her hard in the missionary style she so enjoys. I was on my knees driving upward into Ms Bambie when, Boom. The nutt sneaked upon me, gushing forth like a frothy river. My dick whistled as it blew and I raised Ms Bambie’s legs into the air and watched our mingled cum drip from her.

Not satisfied, of course, I dived into the pussy, leading with my tongue, and explored her inner walls. Inserting my finger into her ass, I jabbed at her G-spot with the tip of my tongue. Ms Bambie came hard, so hard it forced my cum out of her with her cum. A better creampie cannot be had. Yummy.

Ms Bambie never gets enough. She pushed me back against my calves and captured my dick with her bottom lip, coiling around it like a starved python. Ms Bambie slurped and licked her juices from my manhood; then she returned the meat to her mouth, kneading it with her tongue and gums.

It hadn’t been thirty minutes and, already, cum streamed from me into Ms Bambie’s eager oral orifice. She gulped greedily this protein feast and emptied me into her. Part of the excitement owed to Ms Bambie stealing away from bed with Mimi so furtively. That was a turn-on. It was like she was doing something naughty. Wow. Try it.

Ms Bambie completed her mission, cleaned me up and then slipped back upstairs to Mimi. The girl is inexhaustible. She reduced my normal 55 minute blowjob into an abbreviated explosion. I have no complaints.

See you all at Ms Bambie’s next live house. Bring towels ‘cause it’s gonna be messy.

It’s always hotter at www.Rude.com/MsBambie - because you’ll LOVE what you see!


CalifStyle aka Käto

Songs in the Key of Bi-Sex
3:54AM on July 25, 2008

Songs in the Key of Bi-Sex
© 2008 Alley Cat Media

Ms Bambie and I invited our girlfriend Dimplez to Southern California, from her home in Central California, to fete Dimplez' 20th birthday. Dimplez flew into Long Beach Airport on Friday night with a swinger party at our home planned for Saturday night. Of course, neither Dimplez nor the always horny Ms Bambie could wait that long to play.

These two freaks began on the drive home from the airport: the teasing, touching and tantalizing heated the backseat of my vehicle and glued my attention to the rearview mirror. Naturally, Ms Bambie was the aggressor.

I hear Smokey Robinson speaking to them, “Baby, let’s cruise away from here.” “…and if you want it you got it forever…” Dayum. Ms Bambie has Dimplez’ leg up in the air as we drive the 105 freeway, draped over Ms Bambie’s back as Ms Bambie devours Dimplez’ monkey. Ms Bambie is sucking on that jelly roll like it’s Friday Night Dinner at the Midnight Mission. The sound of the moans emanating from Dimplez pump my dick into a blue steel erection – I could cut diamonds with it. I have two hands and my third leg on the wheel of the car driving erratically. I’m less concerned with cops than with Ms Bambie igniting a firestorm in the backseat.

Dimplez came violently about ten minutes into the passionate entanglement, cursing and kicking the back of my seat as she grabbed Ms Bambie in a head lock. Ms Bambie couldn’t stop now even if she had a mind to stop. Dimplez thumped against the rear-seat head restraints with her head as Ms Bambie continued her assault on Dimpez’ pussy. Dimplez pleaded for Ms Bambie to stop, then “don’t stop.” Make up your mind, girl.

We pulled onto the 605 freeway en route to our suburban retreat with Dimplez now fully-reclined in the back seat and Ms Bambie licking sparks from Dimplez’ clit. The “Mmm, mmm, good” chorus from the Campbell Soup(r) commercials came to mind as I heard Ms Bambie hum as she worked her business, Hmmmm. Hmmmm. Hmmmm. Uh huh.

Dimplez held Ms Bambie by the shoulder and then reached for Ms Bambie’s bouncing, full D-cups for reassurance. Ms Bambie’s nipples stood at attention and Dimplez embraced them with her mouth, licking and sucking alternately. Dimplez drooled all over those huge breasts as Ms Bambie sucked and lapped the lining out of Dimplez’ pussy.

Silk sang Freak Me as Ms Bambie and Dimplez became reacquainted: “Let me lick you up and down til you say stop. Let me play with ya’ body, baby, make you real hot. Let me do all the things you want me to do. Cause tonight, baby, I wanna get freaky with you.” The lyrics repeated in my head as I listened to the ecstasy rising to my rear.

The car floated from lane to lane and slid from side to side as Ms Bambie fogged forcefully the side and rear windows – thankfully. I have a light tint on the windows and the lust-driven fog kept passersby and gawkers out.

As we pulled through the gates to the house and up the driveway to the garage, Dimplez had cum repeatedly and was nearly sobbing with joy. Sweat poured from her brows and the back seat had the look of a wading pool. Ms Bambie had not even broken a sweat. She was gearing up for the real business inside.

They were embraced all the way into the house and up the stairs, kissing and fondling without pause, discarding garments along the way. The luggage was left to me to handle. Such is the life of the boyfriend of two young, sexy, bisexual freaks. I thought to myself, “He ain’t ya boyfriend, he ain’t ya husband. Just somebody you can call when your body needs a fix. He’ll put you in that mix. Then you’ll hear him askin’, ‘What’s my name?’ Say my name: Splackavellie.” Aw, yes. Pressha had it right. My turn was coming but not yet; not now.

My two women reached the second-floor landing in complete undress and headed for the shower. Picture two chocolate thick-shakes, pussy lips bulging and asses flexing for days, in hot pursuit of one another – and headed for the shower. This was a Kodak® Moment ™ if ever there was one. I collected my camera and prepared for greatness (or, at the very least, a good show).

By the time the water hit the shower floor, Ms Bambie had Dimplez pinned against the shower wall. Ms Bambie turned Dimplez to face the wall and kneeled against Dimplez’ plump ass. Ms Bambie then spread Dimplez’ ass cheeks and dutifully inserted her tongue, then her mouth. Dimplez squealed and attempted to grip the Italian marble tile with her fingertips. Ms Bambie lifted the ass cheeks up and out of the way and went to work. Dimplez danced a Samba in place as Ms Bambie sucked at the pussy’s lips and massaged the perineum orally. Dimplez almost screamed as she came again. Dang, how much cum can a body dispense?

My camera had a hard on at this so, to calm it down, I snapped some shots. See Ms Bambie’s pics at www.Rude.com/MsBambie. Ms Bambie posted four sets of ten each: forty hot photographs for your Rude pleasure. And some of the photos are of them actually showering!

The shower water must have had an erection, too, as it stopped several times mid-descent to observe the goings-on. The water blushed a torridly hot, red hue (or maybe that was the crimson red towel hanging by the shower).

Ms Bambie flipped Dimplez around and gently sucked Dimplez’ breasts, rubbing softly on Dimplez’ clit and pubis while dragging her tongue from nipple to nipple. They kissed again, one of those long, languid, lost kisses about which we sometimes hear but rarely see. Their tongues must have visited the stomachs of the other as the guttural sounds enhanced the event. Cum dripped from their chins as they updated Ms Bambie’s usual ablution, covering Ms Bambie’s nose and cheeks and encircling Dimplez’ mouth with the creamy nutt nectar.

Dimplez stumbled from the shower, at once exhausted and exhilarated. Ms Bambie trailed with her hand on Dimplez’ ass as her finger searched for the entrance to Dimplez’ joy tunnel. Ms Bambie, clearly, was not done.

Climbing onto the bed’s custom-made mattress, Dimplez hauled herself up to the head of the bed. I guess she expected to watch a movie or chat. Guess again. Ms Bambie was hot and bothered; there was going to be some powerful lovin’ going down this night.

I could hear Next singing, “You got the love that I want (the love you want). You got the love that I need (the love you need). Girl, it’s so smooth and so creamy, you got that butta love. Oh, baby.” Butta Love. Yeah, that’s what it was. Butta Love. Sing along if you know the lyrics.

The night was young. The view from the window of our master bedroom lulled us into a sense of calm. The lights from the valley below us winked and glared as we settled in for the evening’s pleasantries.

Dimplez took the initiative and reached for Ms Bambie as Ms Bambie approached the bed, kissing her lightly upon the lips and then wrapping her tongue around Ms Bambie’s tongue. The tug-of-tongues was hot and unexpected. Dimplez then pulled Ms Bambie onto the bed, planting a kiss on her neck before latching onto Ms Bambie’s nipples. The teat-fest went on for several minutes with Ms Bambie taking her turn at moaning and writhing. Dimplez worked her tongue down Ms Bambie’s ample frame to the belly button, then to the clit. Dimplez buried her face in Ms Bambie’s pussy as she made love with Ms Bambie’s clit, licking long strokes from the bottom of the pussy’s length to the clit’s hood. Steam rose from the two visibly and hung at the ceiling.

Ms Bambie’s powerful thighs gripped Dimplez by the cup of her ass cheeks, pressing her deeper into Ms Bambie’s throbbing pussy. Cum cream splattered about as Ms Bambie howled to announce her orgasm. They rolled to the side and continued, varying only in pace and place. “Good lovin’, body rockin’, knockin’ boots all night long. Making love until we tired ‘til the break of dawn. But all come on, come on, turn the lights down and let me get on it ‘cause when I do, it’s just me and you. It’ll be so right.” H-town was in the room egging the ladies on with “Knockin’ the boots.”

The ceiling fan hummed its approval and kept the house from bursting into flames. Ms Bambie requited by dragging Dimplez to the bed’s bottom edge and flipping Dimplez over, onto her stomach. With surgical precision, Ms Bambie speared Dimplez’ pussy with her oral arsenal and forced Dimplez to gasp in surprise and delight.

Dimplez’ expansive ass reached for the sky as Ms Bambie targeted the vulva with hungry slurps. She tongued the vagina aggressively and then eased over to the clit for a make-over. The hood moved aside in anticipation, allowing Ms Bambie unfettered access to the clit. Ms Bambie owned that pussy and took full advantage of it. Alternating from ladling the clit to darting in and out of the cum canal, Ms Bambie held Dimplez in place as a wave of orgasms incapacitated the birthday girl. Ms Bambie was relentless, tireless and, well, greedy.

Dimplez tried to crawl, climb and clamber away from the clitoral assault but Ms Bambie wasn’t having it. “This is my pussy,” whispered Ms Bambie, as she held court. All rise for the Judge. Dimplez shrieked in pleasure as she came again; she trembled and her stomach muscles convulsed. Ms Bambie was unmoved, continuing her loving. If there was a nutt left anywhere, Ms Bambie aimed to claim it. Ms Bambie was feenin.

“I can’t leave you alone you got me feenin.(feenin) Maybe I’m hooked on you. There’s nothing else I’d rather do. Spend my last dime for a couple of your time. Surely, girl, without a doubt you know you got me strung out. And I need you more and more ‘cause you are my drug.” Jodeci was in the house, too, evidently. Can you hear ‘em?

The normally crimson red sheets were now dotted with nutt butter spattering. As Dimplez surrendered her last available orgasm, Ms Bambie climbed up Dimplez’ trunk languishing kisses and nibbles along the route. Ms Bambie landed at Dimplez’ breasts and attended to them lovingly. Dimplez could only sigh and exhale loudly; there was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. The night was done – as were these two thick-shakes. Ms Bambie lay on Dimplez’ limp body, completely relaxed but biding time ‘til their man (that would be me) joined them for a steamy ménage-a-trois.

That story will follow. Look for it here at www.Rude.com/MsBambie - because you'll LOVE what you see!

“I wanna do something freaky to you.” Name that tune.

CalifStyle aka Käto
Read more erotic blogs at www.Rude.com/CalifStyle

Kato aka Forensicist
www.Rude.com/MsBambie - because you'll LOVE what you see!

LOOKING FOR A GIRL!!
2:40PM on June 04, 2008

Hello to all,

First let me say thanks to all my supporters you know who you are. Thanks to those that take out the time to read my blogs, I mean how else are you gonna know what's up with me. Anyway, I wrote this blog because i want it known that I am looking for a girl. Not someone to be with but someone that is open to come on rude and do it up big. If you are that girl then hit me up and let me know.

You must be: Disease and Drama FREE, willing to show your face, and up for some fun and freaky behavior!

Back from the ATL.
10:56AM on May 27, 2008

Hello to all,

I just wanted you all to know that I was not online that much this weekend because I was down in the ATL. I had a blast although two of the ppl that I wanted to meet up with flaked on me. It's cool I still managed to have a great time. I could tell you some of things that went down but I'm not too sure you all are ready for that so I will keep my experences to myself... (lol, while daydream) Anyway I want to say thank you to the ones that did show up and let you know that I had an amazing time. You know who you are. Well that's enough for now, I will talk to y'all later.

Just speakin' my mind!
1:33AM on May 16, 2008

Hello to all my lovely people out there in rude. 

           I just wanted to come on here and speak my mind and let you folks know a little about myself. If you want to know more about me check out my profile, you know there are things in here to read about...lol. Listen up stop hitting me up asking me if I use messenger I am here at rude for a reason. If you don't want to pay then that's fine but don't expect to see me on cam point, period, blank! Stop asking me to go else where and trade pics I am NOT interested. I'm here on rude to make that money not to let the money make me. If you can't respect that then keep it movin.