Internet Starvation

My darling fans,

So much has happened in the past few months, and yet I have failed to connect with you all. The reason? Well, I've moved-and during that time, so did my neighbors who kept their internet connection unlocked and so...Yes. Hilda is VAR VAR bad. Spank me now then. All right?

The new house also has neighbors, none of whom keep their internet open. Go figure. All locked up. With passwords and everything. As for me, I have contacted T-Mobile so that I can get internet from my mobile phone with "Hotspot". It's only going to be 65 dollars a month for unlimited talk, text and internet! And tethering to my computer. SO YAAAAAAAAAY.

So of course, you're wondering where I am typing this! I am at the local community college where I THOUGHT I had signed up for a class. Maybe not.

I have to go and talk to them.

As for food? Well, yesterday I bought some Haagen Daaz gelato: Salted Caramel and Strattaccio, which is really a fancy Italian way of saying "Chocolate Chip"- with REALLY tiny chips. Yeah. So I have to confess that they were on sale, these gelatos. But honestly? What a disappointment. But of course, they were on sale. That's why. NTS: NEVER buy a yummy on sale.

New discoveries? Sadly none lately. Since I've moved away there has been no Chinese. It's very very sad. And I don't think there is a Rubio's (TM) nearby either.

And this IS a public computer, so I'm afraid that we will have to catch up on "other things" another time.

I remain,

Hilda Stinson

Vanilla Ice Cream (with a brief nod to Mimi Stong)

Mimi Strong writes in the first person in the same way that Judy Blume does, except she's SOSOSO erotic. (Just a brief rec before diving into today's fantasy!) Also, she wrote a story entitled Laura's Two Ice Cream Boys. And no, she doesn't have them together at the same time. (That would be a Jayne Rylon or a Lorelei James novel where that kind of thing DOES happen. Not all the time, but in their worlds, those things can and DO happen!)

Also, fans, I now have an email for which you can write me at! True, none of you, or very FEW of you have used the comments part, but you know, the right fan mail can end up guest starring on the blog. And don't you want the fame and fortune? I know you do! (hildastinsonfanmail@gmail.com)

It all began one day when the Captain came home bringing a HUGE vat of vanilla ice cream-and then had to dash off. Darn. Gorramit. And fuck! I mean. No fuck. FUCK!

After the sanitization process, I stepped off the glass elevation device and lay down, naked in the ice cream. It was cold, but I was very very hot and I needed to cool off. I lay there on my back, my hands dredging through the ice cream, I brought a bit to my mouth: it was cool and creamy. Delicious! Laying back, I made a snow angel and then rolled over onto my stomach, only to find that, inside me and underneath me, there was a pretty blonde whose cock was (I squeezed to check) INSIDE me!

"Kiss me, " he murmured.

I put my hand on his face and fluffed his porno stache with my finger. Scratchy. "Okay.". I leaned over him and put my lips to his and began to kiss him, my tongue running over his lips. His mouth was hot and I devoured his mouth as he began to thrust beneath me. "Oh, yes, good, " I said, taking up the challenge and I rode him, up and down, feeling his cock going in and out of me. Then I leaned forward and he took my breasts in his hands and guided them both to his mouth. He licked and sucked expertly as I ground myself against him.

"I want to taste you," he said, gently pushing me over onto my back as he ran his mouth down my body.  He lapped and gently bit my lower abdominal area and then he moved to my thighs, gently kissing and licking. He then took both hands, smoothed them down my thighs, and then up to my little blonde vaggie which he opened and began licking, back and forth as he massaged my thighs. Then he
took a finger and put it inside me as he licked and sucked at me, he finger fucked me, over and over again until I began to sing. Loudly.

"Oh, I like the sound of that," he said as he pushed his cock into me, in and out, holding my hands down in the ice cream, he took possession of me, fucking me, kissing me, his mouth kissing me savagely, his stache rubbing the hell out of my face (which, honestly, I didn't mind). "I'm going to make you come," he said.

"From fucking? I never come that way," I told him.

"You can and you will," he said, sliding out of me to go back to licking and sucking my clit. He then flipped me onto my stomach and entered me from behind, his hand firmly on my pussy, he rubbed and stroked my click as he fucked me until I was gasping. His hard cock rammed in and out of me and I felt the build up, the excitement- and he fucked faster and faster, his hand continued to rub my clit and then, he stiffened and I could feel his cum flooding me. My own orgasm coincided with his and I didn't know where he ended and I began. Then he kissed me. It was a kiss of hot desperate passion. He broke kiss to pull me close to me. "Was that okay?" He asked shyly.

"It was AMAZING!"

We then lay there, stunned in the vanilla ice cream, our hot bodies melting it. The vat was deep and had drainage at the bottom, so there was still a hard layer to lie upon. We dozed a bit, and then, I looked deeply into his eyes. They were a true blue. I kissed his eyelids and then his lips; then I realized that he was hard again.

"Please, can I," I took his stiffening cock in my hand and pumped it gently. "Let me suck it," I scooted down so that I was between his legs and put the head in my mouth. Licking the head as I pumped the shaft, he moaned. I then sucked fiercely, licking the frenulum between sucks as I twisted my hand up and down, up and down. I reached beneath his cock and touched his balls, and then, withdrawing my mouth, I sucked on each ball, and then back to his cock.

"I am so hard, so hard," he murmured.

I continued my ministrations sucking and licking and twisting until I felt him grow harder and harder. Then he came. He tasted like vanilla ice cream!

"You," he said, "give the most incredible head I've ever had."

"As do you," I told him.

Then we did it all again. (Of course!)

I remain,

Hilda Stinson

Broken Bunny

While at the Colony we were encouraged to engaged in any particular fantasies we might have. Or even, fantasies our friends might have.

At dinner one night, we encountered a somber young gentleman who wore only a cast. He was accompanied by his wife, who modestly wore a lobster bib. Of course they WERE having lobster, but still. It seemed a bit much.

"Bunny, sweetie, let me cut your meat for you," she said.

He sighed with resignation.

"Is there anything we can do?" Mal approached.

"No. I don't like asking for help."

"Anything you'd like from the kitchen, then?"

"Oh, no, he's perfectly well fed," his wife said.

"I just want some chicken wings," he said petulantly, "in bleu cheese sauce and ranch to dip them in," he finished mournfully.

"Well, since I own the place," Mal said, "I suppose we could rustle some up for you."

I gave him a funny look. "You own the place?"

He grinned.

"Oh Lord."

The next thing I knew, Mal had summoned a large tub out to the dining area that was filled with bleu cheese dressing on one side, and ranch on the other.

"Here, let me help you in," he said, as he assisted Bunny into the tub.

"This is really great!" Bunny was in hog heaven.

"I don't know about this, dear," his wife said.

"Oh, pish tosh, Esmerelda! It's high time I had a little fun!" He sunk into the tub. "Ah, that's nice and cool."

"But just wait!" Mal exclaimed.

A host of waiters appeared with hot wings and gently deposited them into the tub.

"Ah, this is the life," Bunny reached down and grabbed a wing and ate it with gusto. "Do get in with me, Esmerelda."

She sighed and got in.

I never saw a happier couple.

I love my Captain!

I remain,

Hilda Stinson

Our Adventures Continue

The next day I woke up with Tom's hard cock pressing against my mouth. He had just showered but hadn't shaved.

"Where's Mal?" I asked sleepily.

"Right here." Mal emerged from the bathroom. He had shaved and he strode toward the bed, a gleam in his eyes. He promptly peeled back the sheet and opened my legs. "Mmm, Hilda," he said, giving my little blonde vaggie a lick.

"Right-O." I stuck put my hand around Tom's cock and inserted it in my mouth as Mal licked me.

"Oh, Hilda," Tom groaned as I sucked on the head of his ginormous penis.

"Where's Agnes?" I asked between sucks.

"Playing tennis," Tom said.

"Tennis!" I exclaimed, sitting up.

"Hilda, lie back down, " Mal grabbed my legs and put me back in a supine position.

"Quite all right," Tom said, rubbing his cock against my lips. "She's perfectly fine with it."

"Perfectly fine with it?" I attempted to sit up again.

"Down, Hilda," Mal insisted, giving my inner thigh a lick.

"Yeah, she said something about having it in a bit, after tennis."

"I had no idea she was such a fanatic."

"Oh yes," Tom's erection appeared to deflate a bit. "Absolute fanatic, but she should be back soon."

"Give him a good suck, darling," Mal admonished.

"Oh, yes, do!" Agnes exclaimed as she entered the room, sweaty in her tennis whites. "I'll be out directly." She stripped off her outfit and headed for the bathroom.

"Well. All right." I took Tom's cock back in my hand and put it back in my mouth.

"That's better," Mal said, as he continued to lick my clit.

"Oh. Yes. Much," I agreed as I ran my hand up and down the length of Tom's cock, sucking on the head as Mal licked me.

When Agnes joined us, she was still slightly damp from the shower, but no matter. Tom took it upon himself to feast upon her as Mal fucked me. It was divine.

I remain,

Hilda Stinson

Colony Food: Raw Like Us

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We gingerly hugged Agnes and Tom and then promptly set out for the first activity.

"This should be fun," Mal said as he took my hand.

"Where are we going? What are we going to do?"

"We are going to catch lizards!"

"Catch lizards!"

"Yes, you see, they are a delicacy here. Served raw."

"Raw?" I felt a bit off about this.

We came to a fenced off area that had tables and chairs set around the perimeter. In the dirt, really, it was dirt, there was no other way to put it, hundreds of lizards squirmed, ran and chased after nothing. Or rather sought escape.

Imagine: about 35 naked people chasing after lizards!

The lizards were the exact color of the dirt, and they were heinously fast, which made it rather difficult to catch them, but Mal managed.

"Ah, there you are!" He picked it up by its tail and bit its head off. Striding over the closest table, he set his lizard on a plate. "Now you try it."

"Must I?" I asked weakly.

"Look, there's Agnes biting the head off of one now."

I watched her chew and swallow. She appeared to be enjoying it. So much for help from one's friends!

"And, there, look, Tom's got one!" He too appeared to enjoy eating raw live lizard.

"Tom, Agnes, come, sit with us," Mal said to them.

"Thank you, " Tom said as he deposited his lizard onto a plate.

"Yes, wonderful to run into you here," Agnes said. "Perhaps we could have some MLK action later?" She peered hopefully at me.

"Oh. Lord in heaven." I rolled my eyes. "Of course we'll switch, we always do, darling. But this lizard thing."

"Oh. That," Agnes giggled. "They really are delicious, try it, Hildy."

"Well, all right." I squatted down in the dirt and waited for a lizard to run past.

"You've got to run and catch one!" Mal said.

"I am not doing any running without my super industrial strength bra," I told him firmly.

"The Freya (TM)?"

"You remember!" I  beamed at him.

"Lizard, Hilda. Lizard."

"Oh, very well," I reached down and snatched a lizard and bit its head off. It was crunchy, of course and the body wiggled about as I bit the head off, but overall, not bad. Kind of like a large hazelnut. I deposited my headless lizard on a plate.

"Oh goody! Now we can dine!" Agnes exclaimed.

We all sat and ate the rest of our lizards. A bit dry, to be sure, but overall, not bad tasting.

Next, we adjourned to the hotel bar where we all got snockered on mojitos.

Then we had a foursome.

La!

I remain,

Hilda Stinson

The Colony

Typical nudist colonies are inhabited by people who are ugly and out of shape. That's what I think. Or rather thought, until I stumbled upon this one.

I was thinking: what if there was one where ALL the people were attractive? Given that if you believe it, you can achieve it, I set out to find one, with the Captain's help, of course!

The Captain had been gone quite some time, and when he showed up, he saw me and he saw Thur and he frowned. This had never happened before because the Captain is a man with a generous nature, so I was a little stunned.

"Thank you for taking care of Hilda," Mal said as he enveloped me into his arms.

"You're welcome," Thur promptly dissolved into a pile of goo, then evaporated.

"Man, that was weird!" I exclaimed.

"They're not supposed to mingle with humans," Mal told me sternly.

"No?"

"No." He put his finger to my lips, "Don't speak of it."

"Why?"

He sighed, "It just 'ent proper. Angels being shiny and good and then they-"

"What's wrong with it? Is Thur, " I gulped, "dead?"

"No, baby. He's just gone back to whence he come."

"But he was so nice."

"He wasn't real and his time was up."

"His time?"

"Angels can only maintain corporeal form for a short time, then they dissolve, evaporate."

"How do you know all this?"

"Met a man in a bar once, he had one. 'Course, I didn't believe him, but he told me that he was lucky he got away when he did. He nearly dissolved with her. "

"What?"

"Yeah. It's not exactly safe." He hugged me close. "I missed you."

"I missed you too."

He grinned. "Guess where we're going?"

I jumped up and down, "Disneyland?"

He laughed. "Better."

We jumped into his vehicle, he set the coordinates and bam! We were there: at The Colony.

When we got out of the ship, we were surrounded by a field of purple flowers.

"Gorram, it."

"Aw, Mal, it's pretty."

"Pretty! Not so nice to walk through in skin."

"But, we're dressed."

"Not for long." He tore off his garments and proceeded to strip me. "Let's go," he said, leaving our clothes on the seats.

The walk through the flowers was a wee bit scratchy, but we survived.

"Are we the only people here?"

"No," Mal said, "Look!" He pointed and over in the distance, I could see people walking about. They were all naked. And everyone looked good. It was as if all the good looking porn actors has been mysteriously whisked to this realm.

"Wow!"

"Yeah, I thought you'd like it."

"Look! Agnes and Tom!"

"Shiny."

I remain,

Hilda Stinson

Angel Food (not EXACTLY cake)

Thur picked me up and carried me over the threshold of the suite. The room was elegantly furnished and the bed was king sized.

"Do you even know how long I've been waiting for this?"
"No."
"A very, very long time." He sighed, kissed me passionately and set me gently on the bed. "Something you should know, something you should see." He began to unbutton his shirt.
"Here, let me," I finished unbuttoning him and he slid his shirt off and then he pulled off his t-shirt. He had worn a v-neck under his dress shirt, which I thought was unusual, considering how hot it is in Tucson.
He turned his back to me and then a white glow began to pulsate out of his back. "Stand back a bit," he warned.
I shifted away from him, never taking my eyes off the white glow, which kept getting brighter and brighter-and then, wings appeared.

"You're, an- um, angel?" I asked uncertainly.

"Yeah. Is that a problem?"

I gingerly touched the wings protruding out of his back. "You're, you're beautiful." I said. The white glow that had emanated out of his back completely surrounded him and I touched his face gently. A  tear slipped out and I gently wiped it away.

"You want me."

"Yes."

"Like a human woman wants a human man."

"Yes."

"This doesn't bother you, my true form?"

"You're beautiful." I kissed him slowly and deeply, climbed onto his lap facing him, my hands on his face.

"So are you." He stroked my naturally platinum blonde hair and pulled gently.

"Ouch."

"Sorry."

"Can you, um, you know, do this with the wings out?"

He laughed. "I can do anything." He ran his hand down my body and my clothes disappeared!

"That was a neat trick."

He took my hand and ran it down his body and the rest of his clothes disappeared as well.

"But, you know, I really liked that outfit I was wearing." I paused. "And you didn't even get to see the hot lingerie I was wearing!"

He laughed, "Relax, I can make everything reappear too."

"Okay. Prove it."

He snapped his fingers. And we were both fully dressed!!!!

"Prove it again," I laughed.

He blinked and we were naked again.

"Wait, can you just put the lingerie on me and then you can take it off manually?"

He laughed. "Sure."

The little black bra and panty set reappeared.

And then: he put me on my back, kissed my stomach. "I love this, " he said, running his powerful hands over my fatly little tummy. "And this," he took my face in his hands and kissed me. Then he was on my neck.

"Careful, no marks," I had to tell him.

"Don't worry, I can make them go away."

"Of course you can." Yes. Thur could do anything. That was evident.

"I like this," he touched the bra and put his mouth on the fabric that was covering my nipple, "but it has got to come off.

"Okay." I reached around and undid the clasp, throwing the bra to the side.

"Now these," he said as he cupped my breasts, "these are beautiful."

"Yes. Bubble gum colored nipples. A favorite flavor of yours, I hope."

He paused, then said, "Yup, " as he devoured each one. He worked his way down to my belly and then, he ran his hand over the sheer black fabric on my panties. "I like these too," he said as he skimmed his mouth over the area covering my mons, "but these too, must come off." He pulled them down and off. Running his hands over my thighs he opened them and rained kisses upon my adductors,  my anticipation building as his hands caressed my little bottom . When he finally reached my little blonde vaggie, he began licking me. Up and down and left to right, over and over again, until he felt me come. I came hard.

"You know, I have never sucked angel cock before," I told him.

"Never?" He grinned. "What do you want me to taste like?"

"Angel. You, " I said, as I put my mouth on him and began to lick. He was so incredibly hard. "Come for me," I said. "Wait. Can you get it up again really fast so you can fuck me?"

He laughed. "Yeah."

"Okay." I moved my hand up and down his shaft as I suctioned the tip and licked his frenulum. When he came, I swallowed it all. And the taste? Angel food cake.

"It tastes like whatever you want it to taste like," he said as if he could read my thoughts.

"Can you read my mind?"

"Maybe," he grinned.

"Then you know what I want now, don't you?"

He lay me down on the bed and got on top of me and pushed into me. Yikes! Every stroke felt so very good, it was like nothing I'd ever felt before.

Then we slept. And slept.

When I woke he was between my legs, licking me.

"Thur!"

"Yes?" He blinked and looked up at me.

"I want you to fuck me."

And so he did.

I remain,

Hilda Stinson