The Man is Making It Hard To Resist, but Hell No! We Be Grown Ass Women!

 

 

The things men will do when they want you. I forgot that I told my bad boy that I have a weekly Monday night drink at YOLOS Fort Lauderdale before we stop talking. Guess who showed up. Yep! Damn he is so sexy. The sexiest man I’ve seen since I’ve been here. He would fit into my life nicely but he still has his problems. Fuck! Just like me to fall for another guy with issues. I mean he doesn’t have crazed psycho issues; but problems no less. He takes good care of himself and he dresses well. His attire was sophisticated from head to toe; especially his Gucci Loafers. I can dress, but now I want to cover it up just a little more; and go into a really sexy sophisticated older woman look. I want someone like him to be attracted to me sexually, but only in private; and respect me like an equal in public. This man is making it hard for me to resist, but I’m a strong woman. I want a clear understanding that it’s not because he is unattainable that I want him. He is really that sexy and a KING of a man. The kind of brotha I’ve only seen in Atlanta.

I allowed him to drive me the ½ mile to my apartment. And of course, he leans over to feel me up. But I got out the car just in the nick of time.Look, I’m not making love to this man until he handles his situation. He is a hunter and I his prey; but I can put up a good chase. He is not married, but It’s still an affair. I’m too old to sneak around and have an affair. I’m a grown ass woman. This isn’t T.V., this is some woman’s real life. She love and depends on him I believe. It almost brings tears to me eyes to know people can be so selfish. I will be no mans whore. Especially in a city where the darker the skin, the more people associate a woman with prostitution and late night secret skankiness. Living without thinking was great in my late 20s. I just don’t want only his sex and attention; I want his respect. So if I see him again, I will act like I don’t know him and avoid him like the plague. Nothing good comes to those who intentionally do bad to others. But, it’s nice to know I can feel for a man even if I don’t want to be his lady. I actually care what he thinks of me. I hope I meet more men like this in the near future. They just have to be single men. I’m still very feminine and he makes me realize how much I love men; but just not any man can get to my emotional side. Damn things are so much better than they were before.

If You Were Mine……I Met Mr. Wrong but It Feels So Right

 

I met someone that I’m completely crazy for. It was a short period of time because I’ve only known him for a couple of days. Yep, I like my new new. But this dude is hardcore bad to the bone. He has Mr. Wrong written all over him. He got issues that LIBERATEDSLUT is totally against. And, I will not sacrifice my own morals and positive karma again like I have in the past. Even though this guy will make it worth my wild. He is no softy like the previous men I’ve been with. He is a real man that an alpha queen like me would gladly call my king. And, I would be more than happy to give him that kind of respect. He could have me and all my girls. He would take care of us nicely. However, we will not disrespect other women. So no deal!

Now last night, I went to this hot club at the Hard Rock Hotel in Hollywood Fla. He showed me a good time; straight V.I.P. treatment the entire time. His friends were respectful and I was treated like a lady which made me want to act like one. I felt so feminine and beautiful.  I wanted to bow down to him. The kiss was right and his hands took control of my body. He gave me whatever I wanted. I truly enjoyed myself. I can’t stress how much of a man he was. He explained his situation which I won’t give full details out of respect. However, I told him I wasn’t going to be romantic with him until he ended the shit he had going on at home. I didn’t plan to hang with him last night but it happened.  I know if I would grant him the honor of getting between my legs, he will wear that shit out. He would eat the pussy and fuck the shit out of me all night long. Honestly, I want to give it to him so bad.  I want to put my mouth all over his body. Damn the love making between he and I would be extraordinary. I would love  to see him fuck the shit out of Janet. But my commitment to the ladyhood won’t permit it. I want to be a role model to women everywhere. Make these men respect all of us, and we will all benefit in the end. Good sex is not worth bad karma. If I allow him to treat another woman poorly, soon he will do me the same way. I refuse to be a sneaky dirty bitch. I got rid of these type of women in my life. Infact, they better not step in my presence or somebody’s gonna get their ass whooped! You ladies let men disrespect other women,  then I’m going to disrespect your ass. My girls will do the same. So tread softly dirty traitorous skanks. Our commitment is for life!

Honestly, even if he did not have his situation and we could seriously date, I don’t think I would want to. He is everything I need and that scares me. I pride myself in not being the jealous psycho kind of woman. But this dude would be fucking me so good and taking care of me, I think I would turn into a crazy bitch. I would rather him be a friend and we stick to that kind of agreement. I couldn’t handle him as my man. I would be in love and fucked up over him. He makes me feel so sexy. I want to go out and buy all the sexiest lingerie and hit the gym twice a day. I want to be perfect. That’s never been me. The man would stay in my mouth! He would be the king of my house and doesn’t live with me.  But he has me this way by just being a real ass man; not by being a selfish critical whining bitch like my previous boyfriends. He can demand being treated like a king because he has  what it takes to back it up!

I’ve found my bad boy. After dating stick up their ass fake self- proclaimed good men, I think a bad  ass couldn’t do any worse. I didn’t marry for money and usually go for the regular working men. I stick by their sides even when they don’t have anything and they never appreciate it. They usually talk bad about me, spread lies, and treat me like shit. They are boring and hateful.  I’ve been with horrible men for too long. NO MORE! If a bad boy treats me like I deserve be treated, then the bad boy is who I’ll be with! If you’re gonna cry, cry for the best!  I want a fun, exciting, and passionate man. I have been with real bitch court jesters and it’s time for a king  in my life. But, I never mess around in another woman’s queendom. Not my style!

 

The Blue Print Poem~LET IT BURN

I promise tonight

 I’m going to consume the last remains of

Your sanity

I came into your life and the rain began

To fall all around

The power I have over your heart burns through

And the moans from your lips every time

My body contacts yours is my addiction

As I move back and forth with you deep inside

I watched your soul entrenched in flames

Let it burn let it burn

When morning came I left you abandoned

In so much pain

Only half of the man you were remains

You thought that you were clever

and strong enough to defeat my game

But there are so many things you never knew

Who’s lying? Who’s telling the truth?

Encouraged by the phony crew

You stood up against me and they looked up to you

Consoled you

But do you think that I’m the kind that runs and hides

I’m coming back to claim

The half of man that remains

This time I’ll make you go insane

And I’ll own your thoughts

You’ll lose to the madness of love

Come find me where ever I may be

You’ll go to the end of the earth just to be inside me

I’ve taken a vow

I’ll make you eat your words

All the hate you spoke, was never true

When you lay under me I see the real side of you

I’ll show you the emotional destruction a female can ignite

With Aphrodite on my side, I won’t lose this fight

For me you will feel and cry

They tell you to watch your step

but I calculate your course

and It leads right to me

I’ll let you approach thinking you have all the control

Your hands touch mine and lead me home

My dress drops to the floor

You remove my panties

And kiss my lips

Here comes the rain

 In a chair in the middle of the floor

I climb on top of you

And you enter me with strong armory

My legs wrap around your waist

I can see the pleasure in your face

You thought you had your heart protected

with a shield

But here comes the flames

I scream an ecstasy

Because I knew you had no chance against this pussy

The sweat falls from your head

As the heat rises between me and you

I won’t stop

There are hours ahead

To extract all the energy from inside you

You took who I was for granted

You thought you really could win

I’m a woman and I know what I’m capable of

I was made for a man to love

And you will after tonight

Because I’m the only one who can ease your pain

I’m flowing through your veins

Go on relax and let it happen

You can’t extinguish it

You and I are both weak against the flames

I’ve romanced your psyche

The blueprint instructs my every move

Against my seduction there’s not much you can do

So lay back and find yourself in me

Send up the white flag

Surrender, you’ve lost to my sex and magic

The most deadly charms

Now that it’s all said and done

You know that I’m the one

You’ve just died in my arms

Psychosis has set in

Your soul lies in my hands

As I walk away

 I give it to the fire

Let it burn Let it burn

Sorry I Can’t Party Like I Use To, I’m Too Busy Walking Around Naked

It’s hard for me lately to make it out to my favorite hot spots, because of my new new and his hot sex.Yes I have a new new and it’s going well. He is extremely smart and sophisticated which makes him the sexiest man alive. No it’s not a love thang but a hot and heavy friendship fuck me all night thang.

I decided to find someone far from the bullshit that I was dealing with; and I wanted a man in my age group who could keep our relationship private. Because of this, we get along well and the sex is outstanding. I would rather hang out with my lover at home and walk around naked with high heels than hang out at any club.  We still have our freedom and there is no pressure for anything else. He’s exactly what I needed, just good old fashion sex, respect, and fun. Sometimes we hit the strip clubs or sometimes we go to dinner and the museum; I’m a big art fan. We even Skype Janet at night with her man and have a friendly sexual competition. He is down for my freaky side and tells me how much he appreciates it. I think someone’s been reading my blog.

He is spontaneous and wild. Just the other night we met on Boca Raton beach in the dark tunnel near Spanish River. It was cold and windy, but the hour of public sex was hot and steamy. In fact, we’ve fucked in a couple of restaurant bathrooms from Boca to Miami. Let’s just say Blue Martini has the perfect bathroom stalls on Monday and Tuesdays; the place is is a ghost town. I love showing up over to his house in nothing but an overcoat and fuck me heels or my infamous cop uniform. And the weekends we spend locked up in the house, I don’t think it can get any better. We love to watch hot porn and copy everything in the movie.

His body tastes amazing. His chocolate self is so addictive I rarely think of fucking other men. Honestly, I’m not trying to sleep with anyone else. I mean of course there is Chicago and Louisiana but I rarely see them. Me and Mr. Aventura are both seeing other people so we are taking a break right now. But he’s always a phone call away.  Even though I’m not in love or thinking about going there, I’m really happy with him.  Frequent orgasms and 69s, I feel like I’m in heaven. I can’t wait for our weekend getaway to the Keys. Maybe I let my in town friends meet him soon or maybe not.

 

 

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.

 

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 …

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!