He Inflicts Another Sweet Paralysis

I lay naked in the middle the bed

as he stands at the end staring

“Open your legs” he commands

I slightly move my feet apart

“No further, as wide as you can,” he insists

My legs stretch from corner to corner

He walks to the night stand, opens the draw, and pulls out my double A self- pleasure

“I want to watch you,” he whispers

“The shake and twitch of your body

how you gasp for breath with each vibration

the way your eyes struggle to stay focused.

Show me how to make you cum”

“Take it; do as I ask,” he demands

He places it in my hand and turns it on

It moves rapidly in my palm

From this, I’m soaking wet

I begin as he wishes

He glares down between my thighs

He hardens until he can no longer stand the material of his pants

He removes them quickly

I feel the replicating pulsation up and down on my clit as I rotate the soft silicon

He moves closer straddling himself across my breast

  placing his hardness over my lips

Back and forth he sways

Then slowly he enters my mouth

I suck him deep briefly before he releases himself

He moves back down to the edge of the bed

Still watching me

He kisses my thighs as I experience convulsions from the vibrating friction

He licks my lips then gently sucks them

 I continue to pleasure myself

My heart races faster and faster

I can breathe no more

My mind lost

My soul is free

He inflicts another sweet paralysis

Taking Time Out For Politics

4 years ago I voted for Hillary Clinton to be the democratic candidate for president not Obama. Women did not receive the right to vote until 1920 regardless of color where black men received the right to vote in 1865. The south did not allow blacks to vote until 1964 because the of the civil rights act. Women were beaten, starved and killed because they protested for their right to vote.
WOMEN KNOW YOUR HISTORY.

 

Winter Love in the City

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I wasn’t looking for love, but here it is. I’ve met my equal in every way. My green-eyed lover is smart, sexy, charming and adventurous. A while back the girls and I wrote a list of what we were looking for in a man, and he has met all the criteria. The most important thing is that he can keep up with me in the bedroom or any place we decide to have sex. He’s willing to do anything to please me and he enjoys my kinky side. Like last night we called Emmanuelle and her new new for a little Skype foursome action. Each couple tells the other couple what to do. E and I decided to make a bet to see which one of us could make our men cum first from oral sex. We both think we have the best oral skills and we wanted to prove it. Who won? Wouldn’t you like to know! Wink

I found someone who loves my girls as much as I do. He accepts my lifestyle and deeply cares for me. I’m not the type of woman who needs to be in a relationship. In fact, that’s why I created LIBERATED SLUT, to show women we can have great careers and great sex without love or marriage; and still feel happy and fulfilled. However, if it’s right and fits into the great life I’ve already established; then I will open up to the possibilities.  He confesses his loves me every day we’re together and I have to admit he has my heart.  Like the girls and I discuss, we don’t believe in rushing or defining love. We want things to happen naturally. I don’t worry about the future because I’m too busy living in the present. I don’t want to miss out on what’s going on right now.

I’ve made a few changes without realizing it. Usually I spend my weekends out on the town, but now I prefer staying home in bed cuddled up with his hard fit body. From Saturday to Sunday I experience multiple orgasms and gourmet home cooked food. Yes he’s an amazing chef as well, which is great since the only thing I know how to cook is soup. This is New York, we don’t cook. We have 24hour delivery for everything. I feel bad that I haven’t kept my normal ladies night schedule. But, my girls are amazing; they will always wait on me.  We will never let men come between us and we appreciate when one of us finds an amazing dick. It keeps the conversations interesting. This week, I promise to make time for you Sandra and May. We have to catch up!  I’m passionately in love and my girls are happy. I couldn’t ask for anything more

Men for Only Fantasies Part 1

The truth is
anytime I think of you, see you, hear your name
this pussy get wets
Damn I watch you walk pass
Sexiness in the purest form
That imagery
I gather it up quickly
and at the end of the night
I’m gonna take it home with me
Linger in it over candles and wine
during nasty private early morning time
I’m going to romance this body in the fantasy
Of fucking you
My fingers will  invade me hard and manly like I want you to do
I’m going to stretch these legs to highest clouds in the a.m. sky
I’m going to pretend it’s you smacking this ass and caressing these thighs
“I’ll whisper damn this pussy is good girl” and scream your name along with “yeah boy destroy that shit”
at the same time.
I’ll climax and fall asleep holding myself
like it’s your embrace

True
This really could be me and you
From a distance
on looks alone
You have all the right attributes
But like usual
When you finally approach me and speak
Your attitude is rude and disrespectful
Your lines are weak
Always making me feel degraded and cheap
My desire turns cold
my pussy gets real dry
I get frustrated and wonder why I even try
And like I do every time I interact with you
I end the conversation with “fuck you asshole goodbye!”
I storm out with nothing but this fake concept of you in my sexual imagination for another session of intoxicated masturbation

Never Take Me For Granted

 

 

 

There will be no tomorrow
but I’m in love with you
There will be no promises for years to come
but you’re in love with me
and we won’t take this moment for granted
The world is ending
The sky is caving in
The sea is drying up
and the sun will burst into flames
All we have is the next couple of hours to express by action just what we feel

All I want is a mattress on the ground
With candles lit all around
In a deserted house on the country side
During a quiet storm
The windows are open
and the roof is half missing
But the fire place keeps it dry and warm
It’s just me and you

Tonight I’m going to give it my all
Any way you want it
I won’t speak resistance
Or will I hesitate
I’ll suck you
deep throat you like it’s my last time tasting
From behind or maybe in a 69, you’ll give me the same
Like it’s the last time you will ever use your tongue
Let the climax repeat in multitudes until we rest in peace
Do you hear that thunder?
It will all be over soon
So please
give it to me
like this is the last time my legs will be wrapped around you
and my body will be under yours
Don’t waste a second
We are doomed for destruction
Kiss me all over like I will exist no more
Hold me in your arms until nothing else outside these walls remain
I will cry your name like it’s the only words left
on earth
And if this is truly the end
I will know who I belonged to
as I close my eyes and take my last breath

The mountains are collapsing and the foundation is shaking
the stars have fallen and the moon has disappeared into the darkness
and there will be nothing else after this
I will never see you again
but I’ll love you
even when it’s over

We have to appreciate the affection we receive
Each and every time I give you a chance
make love to me
like life is terminal
and nothing is guaranteed especially
the connection between you and I

The Masquerade

Change me
See through this mask
A façade that I’ve carefully constructed
out of heartbreak and catastrophes.
Don’t let me slip away into the crowd
make me yours
Take me
Through the tempo and dance
I realize who you are
It’s in your eyes
They reflect images of your soul
I won’t stop you
I won’t say no
Be the strength for once
The supremacy in my life
I sense the aggression in you
Let these strangers witness
Let them gather around
as they hide who they really are
The thrill behind the masks
The mystery
It’s what we all gathered here for
The darkest hour of the city conceals our scandalous secrets
No names or stories revealed
In the shadows our wildest imaginations and reality engage….

Please take me
Do with me as you wish
You convinced me that you are the best
So I’ll stop the chase
The game
Tear through this costume
This glamour
Touch the core of me ..
Destroy this illusion
Break me down
To the simplest form
Never let me go
Restore in me my faith in love
And let it have dominance in my being
Allow me to be the embodiment that defines your memories
Remove my disguise
Make it where I can’t turn back to who I use to be
Veiled
Hidden in secrecy

Crash in to me..
Shake the foundation of my world
Let the walls that I have constructed collide and collapse
So we may build something so alive and new
Eternally finding gratification in the romance,
the magic of the
Masquerade …

One Hot Miami Night

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

One hot flame I’ve had in Miami is my on again off again relationship with my Aventura lover. We met at my favorite hot Miami club and a couple hours later, we were back at his house making love all night. It’s been hot and heavy ever since then. I’ve posted this poem a couple times but I felt it should be on the blog permanently. He is intellectual and gentlemen like which is a big turn on for me. Also, extremely sexy!  He knows just how to get me out of my clothes. I have the most amazing orgasms every time he’s between my legs. So this ones for you Aventura.

 

Miami Love(Breaking the rules as Miami does)Dedicated to A. C. his white BMW, and Aventura

It happened one hot summer night in Miami. As soon as I met you

I let you

My hearts choice

My back against The Wall

The things you did to me

Going soo deeply

You see

Usually I have to be

Involved in longterm love.

to feel how I felt

But this city has a way

of

making you forget about  tomorrow

and enjoy living for today

The brief  moment

It was so perfect

The feeling of your lips caressing my thighs

Your hands

Your thrust

Your eyes

Waking up in your arms as the sun rised

Amazed how I feel so passionately about someone so new.

I’m not ashamed how

suddenly

willingly

I fell in love with you

Having Sex at the Parent’s House

I’ve been exposed to so many different cultures and traditions in the last couple of years far from my own. It’s been an excellent cultural anthropological study of our society.
The one that I’ve noticed and focused on is the tradition of children reaching adulthood and still living home with their parents; especially grown men. Growing up in a southern Christian community, I had no idea that it was traditional in other cultures to allow grown men starting at the age of 21 to 27 to still live at home; and these boys have a college education paid for by their parents. What blew my mind is the parents acceptance of these men bringing girls home and engaging in sexual activity while the rest of the family is in the house. Now anyone growing up southern and especially Christian, this is NOT accepted at all. My mother use to tell me once I graduated from high school, that if I wanted to start having sexual relationships, then I needed to move out. And this was the normal mentality of all the parents that I knew. In a Christian society, sex before marriage is frowned upon. The bible calls it fornication. No decent respectable southern family would promote or permit their children to practice sex acts in their home before marriage. It’s considered extremely disrespectful. Infact, before my ex-husband and I were married, my mother in-law would not permit us to sleep in the same bedroom when we went to visit. Another point in southern families is, if you are grown enough to engage in sex then you should be grown enough to be responsible with your own place. It’s just looks low class to bring someone over to your parent’s house to screw. It’s kind of trashy and immature to us southerners. Who would do such a filthy thing and be that disrespectful?

Once I moved to Florida where there is a diversity of people from around the world, I found this behavior to be considered normal and acceptable. It’s no secret that the economy here is not geared towards assisting young adults recently graduating from college to be self- sufficient. There is a major gap between yearly salaries and the cost of living. Most young professionals, who decide to remain here after college, might have no other choice but to move back in with the parents until they can afford to have a place of their own. But I’m sorry it’s still weird to me. Also I’ve learned that in Latin America and the Caribbean, it’s traditional for grown children to stay home until marriage. The families remain a close unit. Parents want their children to be safe and comfortable, so they do not mind them bringing someone home to sleep over. But this is not just Latina America and the Caribbean, I’m finding it’s many countries around the world.
Also, in the south cost of living is a lot cheaper than it is in Florida or the north; especially New York City where an average apartment rent ranges from 2000-10000 monthly. The south is great for the young professional to be able to sustain his or her own home without killing themselves on multiple jobs.  Even those who did not go to college or seek any kind of alternate education can find work and affordable living. So we do have an advantage on young adults here and in the north. For instance, in Atlanta a 4 bedroom 2 car garage home that would be quarter of a million here in Florida, would only cost about 135,000  there. The mortgage would be the same as a one bedroom apartment in Florida. Crazy difference but true! A job that would pay you only 25,000 starting off right out of college in Florida; would pay you about 45,000 in Atlanta.  So again we have the advantage for self-sufficiency at a younger age. It’s common to meet 18 to 24 years olds who are homeowners. That is not a common thing anywhere else.

I understand the economic crisis in the U.S. can cause young ones to make the decision to remain home. However, since I moved out right after college at 17 and never went back and the fact I have a stern southern mama who I still at 31 feel uncomfortable discussing sex with; I could not have sex in her home. I would never let her read my articles or poems. Or, would I dare to think about having sex in her home. It feels so disrespectful and immature to me. I can’t see myself yelling fuck me while being smacked on the ass with my parents seconds away in the other bedroom. I would literally die if my mother heard some dude scream I’m cumming! Wtf? In fact, I had guys down here ask me to come over late night to have sex and I met their parents. Needless to say I never showed up. How creepy is the thought of his mother cooking me breakfast the next morning after riding him all night. But as a grown ass woman, who would date some dude living at home and then have nerve to fuck while his parents are there? Yuk! My mother would have a heat attack if she found out that I fucked in some guy’s parents’ home. She would disown my ass!
I can go out in the world and do some crazy shit, but when I come home to my mother and father I leave that shit out in the world. It’s a just an adult respect thing!

The Sexual Logic of Immortal Lust (Dedicated to Janet)


I’ve never been a woman divinity that hungered a man
stared down upon him from Olympus with profound lust
accompanied by desire sitting on the tip of my tongue
and succumbed to fear of swallowing it down and savoring the taste
A Goddess never believes in fear
Or denying pleasure
My sexuality alone feeds my immortality
And when it presents itself in a man
In that very second, he is what I want

I never play by mortal rules
waiting and suppressing my urge to make love to him
I have him when I see fit
I give in to passion when I feel it

Sadly mortals worship fear
They live for rules
believing
Order will dismiss chaos
But chaos is inevitable
It will have its time like anything else
But what does this have to do with lust at first sight?

I’m not concerned with disorder
or labels in a earthy realm
If I sit across from a man who words inspire me
To take him and undress him
Lie him down
and open up to his love
Then I make that inspiration action.
And afterwards, I have no remorse
I feel no guilt
I do not think of the unknown or what’s to come in the morning
My concern is that moment
Loosing myself in the beauty of
two souls drifting out into a sea of pure uninhibited sex
It’s freedom to reject defining
or worrying about if love will rear its head
and stake its claim in his heart
I’ve always considered mortal love to be overrated
Limited by time
Shallow and confined
it’s a misuse of the heart and mind
causing stress and the passing of life
Mortals were created to feast on natural impulse
sucking the fruits of sexual ecstasy

The moment I lost myself in the passion of him
will infinitely be a part of me
Locked away, well kept, and preserved in the ultimate high of my memories
That’s what good sex does
It creeps up on you without notice
invades your psyche and
causes these brief flashbacks
shaking your body
and flickers of that labor of lust spills out
It’s a powerful psychological self-induced orgasm
And that’s more sufficient than waiting and suppressing for
uncertain mortal love.
It would be the only reason a goddess would walk among you.