I remember a time when I used to have the best orgasms ever. It was around 18 I think. I was living in Atlanta for about 6 months. I was having the kind of sex that women in their 30s or 40s never had. I had only couple of lovers at the time, that I rarely saw. But when I did, they would fuck my brains out constantly. Infact, my best lover, taught me how to make love for hours and hours. Damn the thing that man could do with his tongue. I was so relaxed and calm then. That’s what good sex does, releases a woman’s bitchiness. My motivation levels were up and my fuck you attitude was under control. Then, I did the dumbest shit ever and got married. Fucking reality!

However, my sex life was still pretty good. Especially, my oral sex life. But the last couple of years have been horrible. You would think that the men in this city would be having so much sex, that they would be fantastic at it. On the contrary! They are so busy trying to fuck models, that they don’t even really have sex. They are more about looks and superficial bullshit than knowing how to please women. All they want to do is sit around with other men and gossip like hoes about the models they are fucking. But honestly, all they are doing is spending money on superficial shit and dinners trying to impress these ladies; who in return, don’t intend on giving them any pussy at all. And if they do, the men only last about 15 minutes; because they have no practiced stamina. All these women want to do is get married, so they use the pussy as a negotiating tool. That’s why this city is full of evil women and bitchy men, because no one is fucking.  I remember the country where everyone was sweet and nice. That’s because at night they were wearing the springs out on their beds. Three things southern women do well: cook, clean, and fuck! And, we fuck like there is no tomorrow! Like the world is coming to an end. A man loves a slutty woman in the bedroom who is not afraid to put a dick in her mouth! Not some snobby bitch, that uses a blow job like a gift for a man giving her a wedding ring. Guess what your man still cheats on you once he marries you. And, you still ain’t happy with the marriage. You still do not completely have him after all those stupid ass holding out games. He still is going to cheat with every whore in the neighborhood. If he is a dog, he is just a dog period! And, you’ll end up the mother and wife that is bitter because you can’t keep your man at home.

I’m starting to think it’s hilarious the way these dudes run after the LIBERATEDSLUT girls.Especially, since most of us don’t live in Florida. If they are getting all this pussy, why would a couple of women who talk openly about sex but live miles away be chased after like this? Mmmhmm I wonder why??? Also, these men have all these demands, but can’t live up to their side of the bargain. They try to use love and emotions as a way to manipulate a woman and hide their horrible sex. All this whining about love and commitment. Please! Motherfuckers who are you fooling? You’re just trying to find a reason to keep me dealing with your limp dick ass. I bet them tactics won’t trap me again!

I have to be a man’s slutty lover as well as his girlfriend. That’s why I like my southern men. Because, they believe that a woman is supposed to clean a home, cook a good meal, and suck a mean dick. Maybe not every man’s dick, but no doubt she needs to suck his at a minutes notice.Just because a woman is a good girl, who’s wifey material, doesn’t mean she doesn’t need to get “the dick!” In this city, if you can find a woman nice enough to cook, clean, and say kinds words to you; you should be giving her the best dick of her life. Because it’s a rarity here, to find women who don’t just care about themselves and what they are getting out of the deal. I don’t need a man who is a so so fuck in my life. He can’t keep my attention at all. I don’t give a shit what he has to offer. It’s a lot of men down here with materialistic things. However, get them in the bedroom and they want a woman to do all the work. They don’t have any stroking skills.  And, longevity and stamina, you can forget it!  I don’t want to ride in a luxury car if there is no quality dick driving it! I made a vow on my 31^st birthday, once I realize a dude can’t fuck, I leave him alone.  He might be cute so I’ll flirt from a distance. But that’s all he’ll get. No pussy, just meaningless drunken conversation.

True I love a man with a good heart and plenty of ambition, but he needs to be a dynamo in the bedroom. My king is not a southern man, but he is good old fashion American nasty. He is packing a beast that has my ass under full control! I’m a wild woman nowadays. I have to be fucked back into domestication. That’s the only way I’ll commit to going down the aisle. My girlfriends and I are fully grown women; and there is no need to keep playing like good sex is not important.  There are women who can continue playing games, but they’re the ones missing out on a good climax which is a hell of an experience!

Like any couple out on a date, my king and I had a conversation about the things we have in common other than sex. The similarities in goals and expectations were astonishing.  We both don’t have children and we both want to have our first child around 40 yrs old. We both like money, traveling, and cultured events. And most importantly, we’re not extremists when it’s concerning religion. We believe in logic and self -control.  We believe in the too much of anything makes you an addict concept. He is adventurous and spontaneous like me. And, he has a crazy sense of humor like me as well.  He is extremely American with American values. He believes that if it has nothing to do with him, he does not have an opinion or gets involved. He could be doing something productive with his time to benefit his own life. We share the belief that we don’t have to be under each other all the time. I hate being in relationship where there is insecurity and no trust. If my man wants to go to the strip club with the fellas, I don’t mind. I think it’s sexy. I have things I like to do with the girls or alone. I don’t want a man in my face constantly. Drives me nuts. We both don’t believe in listening to other people or letting others effect the way we are with each other. I’m quick to tell people to keep their opinions to  their self.We are the type that prefer to be somewhere making love rather than getting involved in others affairs.

Sex is very very important to me. I can’t be in a relationship where the passion is so so. And I found a man who is the same way. He likes hot freaky sex frequently. We are not overly conservative prudes that play make believe in public. However, sex cannot hold a relationship together forever. As soon as the infatuation wears off, the true test of love begins. If we decide to be fully committed in the future, we both understand that. I’m finding in life, it’s easier to be around people with common interest and beliefs, especially when it comes to love.

I realized why I’m so crazy about this man. He is my mirror image in so many ways. The qualities that I like about the real me, he has all of them. He brings out that fun adventurous southern part of me. But at the same time, tames me because he does not worry about bullshit constantly. He has these wild spurts when he needs to get out and party every now and then; nothing too crazy, just a drunken night at the club dancing and laughing. Then, he will stay home for weeks at a time and not go out just like me.He never takes it too far; he parties just enough to have a good time without going overboard, just like me

He likes a sexy well-dressed woman who can get really freaky in the bedroom. He appreciates my kinky girl loving side. I told him  if it ever gets to the point that he and I were living together, he would never have to step out. He can just bring the girl home and we can both enjoy her. But, she’ll never be wifey, that’s my title. He likes a feisty woman who’ll fight for her man and is just a strong as him. When he can’t be around, I can handle shit on my own. I’m not a weak woman, I’m a gladiator.  I can hold shit down when he needs me to with no problems.

He is passion driven like me. He worships sexy and so do I. Every argument will end up with his hands around me neck and my ass in air. He takes control like a real man. He’ll never cry and pout like some kind of man child or whiny bitch. Any time I act up he will come in and get that shit under control without raising his voice. And the only time he calls me a bitch is when he is drilling my ass.I’ve never liked to cry and hurt, but I’m thinking about the passion between us when he makes me mad. Angy sex with tears is fucking amazing. He would take the pussy anywhere and anyway he wants it. I can barely control my flash backs while working. Just to think about him, gets me wet and turned on. As soon as I would open my eyes in the morning and he is lying next to me, I would be horny as hell. He would wake up every morning in my mouth.Loving him would be exciting and fun because he will never be completely attainable and he can’t be easily conquered, just like me. He makes his own rules and follows his own path. I’m the kind of woman who can rock a suit, loves cultured things like museums and the ballet, and can be very sophisticated; but at the same time, I will fight if I have to and I can be very feisty. I don’t take shit off of anybody regardless of where I am. My man has to be the same way. Most people live only one type of life. But me, I like everything except drugs. That’s my limit. I don’t need to fake like I’m so high class knowing I do crazy shit sometimes. All this labeling people shit is not me. And my man definitely is not like that.

I’ve never had so much respect for a person in my life. Not even my parents can control me like this man. He will never talk behind my back and tell lies. If he has something to say, he gets in my face and says it; just like me if I had a problem. He doesn’t do little undermining girly shit, like other men I’ve dated.  We are both control freaks. Nothing will overpower his mind.  I can’t stand weakness. People who let their emotions control their entire life exhaust me and I cut them off real quick; I prefer logic. I don’t like people who cry and throw fits when they get jealous. I like my man to grab my ass up and fuck the shit out me, to remind me who it belongs to. He is very protective and possessive. I usually hate that, but on him it’s sexy. I couldn’t imagine giving his pussy away but I’ll flirt a little bit just so I can get punished later. haha  Damn the future looks bright.

I. HIS CONFIDENCE

He stares at her and confesses

“I love it when you dress so sexy

sexier and sexier”

And, that security makes her feel so incredibly beautiful

“You turn me on a

Like the light, I shine

and you are the master of my glow

Every time that dress hugs your curves as you walk across the floor

It makes me want you even more

You are  all mine

every round of you

so fine

I enjoy the dinner, the midnight dance, the wine

They all stare at you

They all crave you

but my confidence knows reassures me that you’re mine

Yes you’re mine!”

II. HIS WISDOM AND LOYALTY

He whispers,

“Men and women are capable of the same things

We can play the same games

Fall in and out of love

Cause the same heart break

And I know just like I can walk away

you can

Just like I can find a new girl

you can find a new man

So I will never see you as weak or less than me

or never will I secretly wish you to be

I would never provoke you to the arms of another

to prove your strength

I don’t take for granted

you can be lost to some other lover

But knowing that, won’t  make me insecure to hurt you

I’ll just make sure that I do right by you

and that will keep you close

I will never think my love has you captive

I want my touch to set you free

I won’t expect you to always put my feelings before your own

because you are important

I want you to take care of yourself and flourish

Live out your dreams and I will support you

just like you support me and nurture  my needs

I will never expect you to be in the background waiting

as I go through changes and make foolish mistakes

exhausting you and draining you

I will never smile or feel accomplished because of your heart break

I will never display you  like a trophy or prize

My love for you will never be a show

a ridiculous parade

a performance of lies

Never will I  have to brag or boast

I will just love you always

through space and time

And I’m confident that you love me

I’m yours my love

and you are mine

There are GREAT AMAZING men in the world. Lately, I’ve been blessed to know some who love me the way I am. From the one who deals with me each day and tells me off when I need it, to the one who chased me for 8 months and never gave up on me. Even the king from Detroit,who followed me 2 lanes of the parking lot two weeks ago; and of course my loving new new who goes to the boring museums because I love them. Mr. Louisiana, who makes me laugh. Mr. Chicago, who’s the sweetest. And,Mr. Adventura,who thinks I’m talented and deals with my attitude. From my friend in Japan, who’s adventurous; and the gentlemen up in Ga. My best gay friends,who I continuous build relationships with. Also, the ones from afar, who secretly love me; I love them. I’ve even managed, to forgiven my ex husband. He still loves me and supports LIBERATED SLUT.

My girlfriends have been through so much with men, but they have found really good guys. Their men love all of us and protect us from harm. We’re all different and have something unique to offer. We’ve managed to surround ourselves with men who see the beauty in all of us and that’s priceless

Even the strongest woman needs man’s love.Us ladies, live for the compliments and encouragement from our male counterparts. Even though there can be some hurtful men out there, they are outnumbered by the good ones. A real man loves a woman through her bad and good days. He never gives up on her just like she won’t give up on him. No one is perfect and beauty is only skin deep. A good man doesn’t care about superficial nonsense. That can only last for so long. Only a foolish man would look for perfection when there is no such thing

When I fall in love, I want a man to accept all of me regardless. I want all of his heart. No money, sex, or fame can compensate for real love. And I will not compromise real love for ok love. It’s the only way a LIBERATED SLUT woman will ever commit. We will not settle for anything less

For 2 to 3 years, I was involved in a relationship with a raging secretly abusive alcoholic. After my marriage, I should’ve gone to therapy. I needed help to get over the 8 years of shit I went through at a young age. I met a person who pursued me for a year until I got out of my marriage. I thought he was a friend but found out he was an opportunist. He knew the pain I was suffering and that I was in no place to be in a relationship. But he saw an opportunity to control a person who was mentally damaged. He did the worst things possible. I found out after the first time we had sex, he was banging the girl sitting 2 seats down from me at work that I disliked. He was trying to play us both. I should’ve left then, but I thought I  needed someone because I moved to a new state and went through my separation at the same time. Needless to say it was three years of mental abuse of the worst kind. He tried to tarnish my reputation and destroy myself worth. Physical abuse is horrible but mental abuse is the worst.

I could go on and on with stories of his horrible ass, like the time we were not together and I told him that I went to a party where everyone got naked. He picked me up and threw me out of his house. Then, he called the police on me and threw my stuff off the balcony. He lied to police and told them that I was armed and dangerous. The police showed up in a 6 car parade and jumped out with their guns drawn to find a small short girl standing on the steps crying. The next day, this douchebag decided to lie to the court to have a restraining order placed against me. He even added my jobs address to the report which was a bunch of lies. Shortly after the police showed up to my apartment to issue the restraining order, he sent me a text saying “that’s what you get you whore for fucking with me!”  I responded “You dumb idiot, I have your text to show the judge you’re lying. You’re going to jail for false accusations”. Needless to say he text me the next day and said God told him to drop the order. I could keep going, but that’s the past and I’m moving on to the future. I’ve gotten far away from him and his pawns. That’s all the matters now.

I will never let any other man treat me that way. I refuse to have children from a horrible man or be involved with one. With the help of my girls, I’ve learned to walk away quickly and move on. No woman has to take shit to be with a man.  I don’t believe all men are bad and will treat me horribly. There are plenty of good candidates in the world. A girl has to kiss a couple of frogs before she finds a king (I’m not into princes). The most important thing is being able to recognize a frog in the beginning and be done with him asap.  There are men that a great boyfriends and husbands; and there are men who are just good fucks. Most women don’t realize this because they are brained washed to always want a relationship. Most women are not comfortable with casual sex. Well I can tell them, they don’t know what they are missing out on. I’ve had some amazing carefree orgasms.  Also, most women think they can change a bad man. That’s really dumb because you can’t change a man. Only person that ends up changing is the woman into a bitter bitch.

I’ve made a decision that I will enjoy my life and men. I won’t let a couple of bad apples spoil the entire orchard. I’m wiser and smarter now. I know to get the hell on when I recognize a piece of shit; and also, to lay down the rules in the beginning. If a new guy doesn’t respect my boundaries and treats me like I want to be treated, his ass is gone! And, I will never ever fuck with him again. Things are getting better in my life. No one is irreplaceable!

Last night I had a dream that after our usual dinner, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I followed him out to his car and gave myself to him right then and there. No time to wait …I have a man when I see fit. I give in to passion when I feel it

You consider your mind

to be

one of the most intricate to surmount

You’re not easy to lure to love

But sometimes he enters the room

and you find yourself

more than physically in love

You find yourself emotionally involved

His movement and sound

his smile and laughter

spellbinding

hypnotic

For you he is the sweetness of life

You consider yourself stronger than the ordinary

so this has to be something more

extraordinary

unexpected

like a sudden rapture

He is your soul thief

and you wish for

a moment of his attention

one second of his affection

You whisper

please

just look at me, say something …

love me.

But you consider yourself beyond begs and pleads

With every meeting he brings you to your knees

somewhere you’ve never been before

and for the first time

you could  care less if the world knows

You are determined to be his lover

at whatever sacrifice

You are willing to give it all to him

what ever he asks

what ever he wants

But you consider yourself one who is always in control

Now you are completely open and vulnerable

Knowing he can destroy you

break you down

He has that power over you

and still after carelessly evaluating the risks

you initiate the chase

And it thrills you in the most amazing way

You’re imploring for more

you want to be only his

You’re thoughts are becoming more traditional towards love, you want him to promise his loyalty

But you consider yourself incapable of faithfulness

You try to be resistant to his advance

You  know his reputation

But no matter how difficult

He will prove he has you

There will never be anyone else

You are captured

But you consider yourself liberated and free…..

I walked into our favorite place and he was waiting on me. I made sure to look amazing by wearing something hugging my hips but completely covered up from head to toe. I wanted to leave something to his imagination. I walked towards him, my heart racing. Damn, he always looks handsome and suave, even in the middle of the day. He says he likes my baby face and woman’s body. I tell him I  love the way he smells and his strong embrace.I love to compliment a man, especially when he gets it right. I feel as if I melt in his arms every time he hugs me.

We found a booth in the dark empty restaurant. Decorated with low lights and sounds of jazz music, the scene was very romantic. I had to sit next to him. It’s like I’m addicted to the heat of our bodies close together. I knew that he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands of my thighs. I exhale with satisfaction. His words are seducing. He continuously compliments me and lets me know just how he could please me if I just give him a chance.(Ladies, don’t we just love it when a man acknowledges what we have on and how good we look in it? We go through so much to look sexy, it’s only right he gives his positive approval.) My strength and resistance are weakening slowly. He moves in closer with his hands between my legs. The waiter walks past smiling like he enjoys the view. Then king leans in and whispers “I can’t wait until we spend the night together. I want you to cook for me. Show me how much you care for me. Then I’ll take you in the bedroom, undress you, and kiss you all over. I’ll make love to you all night. Then, I’ll make love to you again early in the morning until you can’t take it anymore. Soon, you’ll be telling me that it’s my pussy.” I blush because I’m a sucker for dirty talk. “Wow! This strawberry Caprihini tastes delicious.” I mumbled. ” I bet it doesn’t taste a sweet as your pussy,” He said. “Oh my,” I respond. I feel like a school girl with her first crush. It’s like a dream that I’ve been waiting to be my reality for as long as I remember. Reminiscing about that moment causes my fingers to tremble as I write this.

The waiter brings the lunch to the table.  I unfold the napkin for my bad boy and lay it across his lap. I kiss his cheek, and rub his back. A king gets kings treatment. I take a sip of the strawberry Caprihini and let it take it’s effect. I’m more relaxed and calm than I’ve been in a long time. It’s been only a week, and the days seem beautiful and optimistic as soon as I open my eyes in the morning. The mental  intercourse between he and I stimulates a psychological climax. And that’s what I’ve been missing, someone who fulfills my mind and caresses my heart. A man that slows me down and keeps me focused on simplicity. Wooing a woman with soft romantic words is still effective. And sometimes that’s all a woman needs in a cold unkind city like this.

“One day, you’re going to let me take you to the bathroom in a restaurant just like this on your lunch break. I’m going to fuck the shit out of you then send you back to work. It’ll motivate you,” he says. I laugh and respond “yes sir.”  I try hard to resist his request to walk me up to my apartment and undress me. He promised he would leave as soon as my panties hit the floor. But we know that wouldn’t be the case

When we don’t see each other, he consistently contacts me to ask how my day went. He makes laugh and teases my desire. He promises me that his situation has ended peacefully.  I won’t give myself until I have proof that it’s over. A ladies man is what I wanted and I talked him into life. I’m going to close my ears to the critics constantly reminding me that I need true love. I plan on enjoying this for what it is. Please king, play me! Next week, I’ll treat him to dinner and a late night swim. I think it’s sexy when a woman offers to take a man out. Until then….