Friday, November 23, 2012

DIY Stroker

 
Next time you give me a call
Why don't you have this toy ready to go?
Ill supply the sultry sexy voice,
You supply the throbbing cock and the "Fifi".
~~Faith~~
888.856.5921


Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Bad girl

I am a fucking slacker. It has been forever since I have blogged and I want to apologize to my boys. I am back on track with it and wont let this happen again. Or if I do, maybe someone can give me a spanking.
I wanted to share my Halloween costume with you guys. I went out this weekend after work and had a blast.
I went as a slut and it went over REALLY REALLY well. LOL I know I know, But Faith you are a slut. LOL HUSH!
While at the party I found a new guy. Very sexy and we couldn't take our eyes off each other. So being me I went up to him and asked his name (Alex) and got his number. We have been talking back and fourth for a couple days now. Looks like Little Faith might be coming off the market.
Anyway just wanted to catch my boys up a little on what been going on with me. Now give your fav MILF a call and lets catch up with "other" things. Hehe
~~Faith~~
888.856.5921

Friday, July 13, 2012

TGIF!!!

Hahaha
You just thought
"TGIF"
Meant
"Thank God its Friday"
Now that you know
what it really means,
Give your favorite MILF
 a call and slide that tongue in baby.
~~Faith~~
888.856.5921

Thursday, June 14, 2012

What do you think?


I think I need to become a hard liquor drinker.

Tell me if I am wrong but does this not look like a FUN toy???

Thank you FUCKNASTY.
~~Faith~~
AKA FAITHNASSSTY
1-888-856-5921
XxGottaHaveFaith /AIM
XxGottaHaveFaithxX /Yahoo



Friday, June 8, 2012

FAITH’S FAVORITE ROOM by None other then FUCKNASTY himself.

While out walking my dog one pleasant summer evening I happened by my friendly neighbors house as she was arriving home from work. Faith is a normal everyday neighborhood single woman. Never married, not quite sure why. Maybe married to her career? Bound to her work, so to speak?
She is very attractive, and well put together in a professional sort of way.
She dresses slightly provocative from time to time as many women do.
Nothing that would be surprising to the unsuspecting male.
We chatted a bit in her front yard, and as it was a warm summer evening and she needed to get inside, she invited me in for a glass of water, and to continue our chat. I was completely unsuspecting of what I was about to encounter and still not sure it wasn’t a dream, or some sort of wild hallucination.It seems Faith and I have much more in common than just the location of our homes!
We enter thru the back yard so I can leave T-Rex,
my giant Great Dane, in the yard to romp and play. She shows me into her home thru the sliding glass door and leaves it open a crack behind us? Hmmmm..... maybe just to air out the house a bit? We continue to chat, just making neighborly small talk as she gets me my water and pours herself a glass of wine. After we have chatted for quite some time and she has loosened up with a few glasses of vino, she excuses herself to change into something a little more comfortable. Really? We have all heard that one before right guys? This sounds promising............
She returns in a very slight strapless purple sundress, and not so subtle “fuck me” pumps, looking much more relaxed. “Where are my manners” she says almost apologetically” I must give you a tour of my home.” I laugh to myself and think, here we go! As we walk thru the house, she is telling me bits and pieces about different decorations and furniture, stories behind them etc, but honestly I am too distracted by her smooth supple thighs and calves to retain anything she is saying. Hope there is not a quiz, I laugh to myself. The place is very neat, much as you would expect from a single female professional. As we arrive at the end of the hallway, she opens the door to show me her bedroom. My heart is now starting to race with anticipation. She swings the door open, and let’s me look inside, but has her arm across the threshold preventing my entry. I look inside to see a very tidy bedroom,large bed, classy antique decor, very stylish. But as I lean in to look, she is still preventing me from entering. Hmmmmm. maybe I was mistaken and this is not what I thought it was? As I am trying to decipher mixed signals, and deciding if I am going to try my luck anyway, (after all, “fuck me” pumps rite?) I hear her say “Now I have to show you my favorite room in the WHOLE WIDE WORLD!” She turns and steps across the narrow hallway, and slowly opens the door on the other wall to reveal a smaller spare bedroom or den that is sparsely decorated but absolutely AMAZING. My mind is blown as I see two queen size mattresses stacked on top of each other and contained on the floor by a darkly stained,classy, wooden planter box mattress frame, with a black wrought iron headpiece in the corner up against a soft green painted wall. a single white antique 3 drawer nightstand sits next to it, and alongside the nightstand is a white closet door. As we enter the room I notice each wall is significantly different. Aside from the soft green wall that is a backdrop for the bed, the other wall that the bed is pushed up against lengthwise is padded end to end, and floor to ceiling with a soft grey padding as one might cover a chair to make it more comfortable. This covers the entire wall except the small window paned with soundproof safety glass, and tinted dark like a car window, facing the ample back yard. The far wall is what looks like a dark grey cement paneling, covering whatever sheetrock is underneath, with one bright red couch up against it and soft grey carpeting that ends one third of the way across the room where it is replaced by the most perfect, black as a starless, moonless night, shiny reflective marble I have ever seen. Then I notice it. Absolutely mind bending. The wall with the door that we entered from the hallway, as well as the ENTIRE ceiling is covered in mirrors! OH.....MY.....FUCKING.....GAWD!!!!!
As if on cue, she saunters over to the nightstand saying to me as she walks, “ya know, I have been watching you for a while now, and I think it’s time for you to watch me instead. Have a seat on the couch.” She opens the middle drawer and pulls out what I only get a quick glimpse of as I step over to the couch and lower my ass to the edge as I lean forward to get a better view. YES, I was right. She has taken from the drawer a decent sized purple rabbit vibrator and a moderately sized bottle of astroglide. As I lean forward closer, from my precarious seat at the edge of her bright red couch, my cock getting stiffer by the second, I need to shift to allow my hard dick to fully straighten comfortably. In a stunned state, I think I hear her say, “not exactly what you were expecting from your nice, normal, friendly neighbor right?” I surprise myself with a presence of mind that was unexpected considering my flustered state, and answered “not what I expected, but EXACTLY what I had hoped”.
       “Mmmmmmmm I am so glad you said that” she says as she crawls to the center of the bed, lays back against her pillows and with one flawless move, lowers her dress below her breasts and pulls it above her waist revealing the most perfect large natural breasts, and puffy pink pussy I could have imagined her having. Lubing her palm and spreading it across her pussy, taint, and ass, she strokes the head of her rabbit, coating it with the remaining lube and gently pushes it up inside her perfect pink lips. HOLY SHIT, how did I not notice this yet? She has a clitty bolt. FUCK YES, I love pussy jewelry! She progressively gets more aggressive with the thrusts of her toy as she alternates between eye contact with me, and her head back in pleasure as she watches herself in the ceiling mirror. Her moans of satisfaction give way to violent shaking convulsions of ecstasy as I notice she has now started alternating thrusts of her toy between her pussy and her tight little asshole.
I didn’t notice at first because it was such a subtle natural move for her, but am now aware that her ass swallows that toy just as easily as her pussy, and she seems even more responsive to the anal stimulation. After another wild earthshaking orgasm, I notice a large wet spot has formed on her bedspread and her thighs and ass are dripping with cunny honey.
 Alternating between watching her straight on, the wall mirrors, and the ceiling mirror I am struck hard by too much visual stimulation and I cannot stay seated any longer!!!
TO BE CONTINUED..................

Sunday, May 20, 2012

One of my fav shows!!!

This is one excited little MILF. One of my favorite shows is getting ready to start the new season. I don't know what it is about it but I LOVE this show. Soft core porn is all it really is. Hehe
If you don't already watch, you should give it a try. You might like it. I know I do. And there is more then a few people on there that I would FUCK. Check it out then give me a call.
~~Faith~~
888.856.5921


Sunday, April 29, 2012

Mr Maine

I have a new playmate. We call him my Maine man for now. And let me just tell you, OMG! This man is amazing! The first time we played he was a little dominate and I loved it! Had me tied up with scarves (which normally is soo not me) playing with ice from my neck all the way down to my tasty little clit. He had me aching to touch him. Mmmmm then on our next call he was sweet and sensual. Started out by giving me a nice back rub and nibbling on my neck a little. And again I just had to have my hands on him. I look forward to lots more calls with this stud. Can't wait to tell you about them.

~~Faith~~

888.856.5921


PS. We even talked a little about fucking on the hood of a Mustang. Mmmmmm Hehehe

T & A


Everyone loves my

Tits

And

Ass


But I wonder,

Which is my best asset?

**Giggle**

Maybe the answer is in the question.

Call me and tell me what you think

and I will give you a free 5 minutes when you do.

~~Faith~~

888.856.5921


Sunday, April 8, 2012

A poem...


Dream



I'm so soft.
So wet, so warm.
So ready.

You push me back and I open myself to you.
You lay your body on mine,
and pin my hands with yours.
I breathe in your breath.

"Mine," you whisper.
"Yours," I sigh.