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.

If there is something that I know, I know the hearts of men.

And I realize how far desire can drive the heart

The extent a man will go with his heart to blame

for its obsessive influence

It’s like a whispering voice

ringing like a repetitive verse in a song

antagonizing his emotions

The want

the need

for that certain pussy

 lingering in his dreams night after night

teasing his dick making it extend out of his pants and                                  

into his hands just to get some kind of relief from painful desire

Oh desire how strong you are

You cause a man to do the strangest of things

Things that sometimes he can’t possibly be proud of

You can cause a love so deep or a hatred  so deadly

When his mind, heart, and dick collaborate

and set out to conquer that certain pussy …..

Damn… all he can imagine is possessing the sweet soft wet pussy

of that certain female whose sexiness seduces his desire

in such a way that he can’t focus day to day

The rage that builds inside him. It’s like a rocket filled with the most combustive

fuel, that only the feeling of the soft moist sucking walls of that certain tight pussy can ignite.

I live for that desire

The female in me craves it

I open my legs slightly

hoping that just a glimpse

just a small interaction with my essence

provokes his mind, dick, and heart to collaborate

and crown me to be that certain pussy.

Soon the hunter in him emerges

and initiates the chase

I want to linger in his dreams night after night

When he bursts out of his pants

and without a choice uses his hands for some kind of relief

from the pain that thoughts of my sweet wet pussy inflicts

my want for him to capture me grows

Because it’s the desire of men

That makes me feel like a woman

It’s their hearts filled with passion for women

that makes me love them

It’s when he corners me

singing those sweet words of temptation

seducing me to give into his desire

compelling  me to  allow him deep inside this tight soft wet pussy

That I know I’m wanted

I’m loved

Once he climaxes elevating somewhere spiritual

beyond the highest of heavens

and it was his desire for this certain pussy that ignited that rocket to

free itself from this earth

only then will I know that he is mine

And that by me he has been conquered.

Phenomenal Woman

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can’t see.
I say,
It’s in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman

Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed.
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It’s in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
‘Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.~Maya Angelou

I think you fail to realize

how badly  I wanna give you this pussy

I must confess

that night after night

I lie in bed

my thoughts drifting into the sexual dirty of midnight,

I envision myself driving over to your place

naked with my hands between my thighs

soon to be knocking at your door

I don’t care who sees me

I’m on a mission

and my focus is you

I knock impatiently

and when you open the door

I insist you let me inside

My obsession overwhelming

I let go of all my pride

I just can’t stand waiting any longer

I lie down in the door way

and spread my legs

“fuck me” are the only words that I speak

I see you stare down at me

amazed

It takes all the power I have not to climax

But when you look at me….

when your eyes capture my body

I just want to loose control of my pussy’s emotions

I’ll beg for that dick

If that’s what it takes

Down on my knees

moan and plead

for you to invade me deep with that good dick

Extending firm and rigid

thrusting as hard as you can

tapping my G

It’s now 1 a.m and I know

you have no comprehension of how much I desire

to give you some of this pussy

It whispers for you all through the day

I try to resist her request

But she won’t give up

She got that fever bad for you

all she wants to do is fuck

This bed is on fire at 2.am

from the friction of my body tossing and turning

in every “fuck me” position

I don’t need any sleep to exist

I live for the flashbacks of

when you beat that shit

Destroyed it

You ah beast

and I’m your territory

What happen to us?

How did we loose that passion,

that insatiable lust?

It’s 3 a.m.

my backed is arched

with my ass in the air

my thighs are straddled

and I’m wishing you were here

So far away

You have no Idea

of how urgent the need is to

give you some of this pussy

that I selfishly denied you

But will I ever build up the nerve to find you and tell you

show you?

Or out of fear will I continue to hide?

When I see you will I run quietly away?

My pussy weeping unsatisfied

Regretful because I panicked and froze up

without a “please fuck me” word to say……

I know I talk a lot about cool calm men. However, it’s a fail proof game. As a man, when you hang around a bunch of loud mouth, arrogant, disrespectful assholes; the best game to get all the ladies to show up over you house late night is the role of the cool respectful guy in the group. When the other dudes are nasty,rude, and tell their bedroom behavior to their friends; you be the sweet one who doesn’t kiss and tell.  You be the one who acts really mature making all the girls trust you. When the women show up to your home, you get really kinky and fuck the hell out of them. When all the other guys only fuck maybe 3 mins and have more mouth than sex game; you be the one who barely says anything because you know that the girls will end up at your home at the end of the night. When you call the ladies, they are willing to come over and do all the nasty shit you want. They will be very uninhibited with you because they know they can trust you. In the end  you’ll be the one who gets the most pussy and head with less headaches. It’ll be like women are falling out of the sky. The other guys will be wondering why they can’t get blow jobs or pussy without going through unnecessary obstacles. But you’ll have a condescending smile on your face because you’ll be getting more than you can handle!

Also men, when you meet women who have the reputation of the hoe, half of the time they are not. When you meet girls who always call other women hoes and claim they don’t do this and don’t do that sexually ; those are THE MAIN GIRLS who are whorish! Women with loud mouths about how lady like they are usually are the biggest skanks you’ll ever meet! When you meet women who always have something negative to say about the other women who are open about their sex lives and admit they are kinky; those are the women who are the sneakiest and nastiest. They usually sneak around with more men then they will admit. So don’t be fooled.

For example: I use to know this skeezer who used to run her mouth about how lady like  she is and  doesn’t sleep around. She talk shit so much about how everybody can’t sleep with her and she is not easy like me. But she was the main one getting ran through by two guys at the same time. The guys just alternated nights. She used to hang with me in Boca Raton and run her mouth about the snooty guys I use to mess with. However, the guys who would come to her  400 dollar efficiency, fuck her, and give her nothing were thugs. And the men she thought I was fucking, I wasn’t. But you know me, I don’t have a problem with rumors; they’re good for business. She was such a dirty stupid skank that in the end had nothing to show for it.  Girls who run their mouths about morality are usually the biggest whores.

Just another lesson on game.

There have been times that my sense of taste wonders

It sets out for exploration, venturing into the unknown

Seeking a diversity of eroticism, I journey to places far beyond

Adventure awaits…..

East

she and I meet

Her eyes slanted

Her pale skin and jet black hair unique

She is oriental; her dialect is Japanese when she speaks

My fingers tips move softy across her petite physique.

Her technique and method are a well learned philosophy

Her flavor reminds me of the lotus flower

She opens and blossoms from  the warm friction and moisture of my tongue

Her thighs tremble like delicate petals swaying in the wind

as she elevates into a tantric climax

女性から女性に、私はあなたのオルガズムを味わう

North

Her eyes like the bluest Swedish sky

Her hair like the sun

She is young and open to the world

Her innocence explodes onto my lips

Her hands introduce themselves to my body

Sliping in and out

Studying every curve of me

She seeks an education

in the art of pleasure

I savor the purity of her

The gift she gave to me

från Kvinna till Kvinna, smake jag din oskuld

But it was my travels to the ancient south

 where I discovered love

Her dark brown hair and olive skin

Her hazel eyes and romantic accent

seduced me

She led me to her hiding place

deep within the mountains of the Italian coast

Our naked bodies intertwined

Her kiss gentle and powerful

Her long smooth legs wrapped around the darkness of mine

We moved in rhythm as we sailed the seas of the universe

Together drowning in the void of the mighty O

I lost myself timelessly in her lands

 Donna a donna, facciamo l’amore

My cultural expedition satisfied

My erotic palate fulfilled

The other night my ex called with his sexy sweet talking voice. He’s kinda of a smooth operator which made me fall for him in the first place. He always knows what to say to make me rush over. We decided to end our short romance, but we remain close friends who enjoy making love to each other every once in a while. I have to admit when I need sexual stimulation during the long work day, I think of him.  He is a master of the massive female orgasm.

He invited me over; and of course I couldn’t resist. I oiled and perfumed up; then slipped into my black thigh high boots. Before I left, I checked my appearance in the mirror. As usual, my ass looked thick and round; my breast plump,scented with Victoria Secret Mango Temptation. This time instead of bra and thong panties, I  wore a black leather corset to match my boots. I couldn’t wait to see my love. He knows how to please his girl.  Just the thought of him got me wet as I drove down to Aventura. I had a wonderful private weekend with my girls and a friend, but my ex made me crave more.

Finally I made it to his place, he opened the door and grabbed me around the waist. He looked so damn sexy. Then, he opened my coat to see I had nothing on but the black corset and boots. His beautiful loft filled with marijuana smoke while Trey Songz played in the back ground; you know what was about to happen. He grabbed me up from behind and led me to the bedroom. He pushed my down on the bed face first; my ass arched high in the air and my boots still on. His lips kissed down my back; then his tongue down my ass. His pussy eating skills are grade A. His hand smacked my ass while his tongue licked my soft spot over and over. The thing that I like about him is his dirty conversation during sex. He was like “beg me to fuck you!” He is the man in charge so I have to follow command! Besides I really wanted him to long stroke the hell out of me. I begged him “please go deep! Fuck me baby!” He stood up and entered me aggressively as deep as he could go.  That dick felt amazing like always; his rhythmic stroke and masculine nature made me climax quick. I tried so hard to hold it in, but I never can. I give in to him every time. I can’t resist a real man who makes me feel like a woman when I’m around him. He never makes me feel like a filthy whorish one night stand or some skank on the side. I guess that’s why I keep coming back. He made love to me all night long with my black boots on. The next morning was one of the best mornings I’ve had in months. Damn for the first time I can say I love that man.

A Diamond in the Rough

I’m separating you

from every lover

Every brutal force that

has sought to attack me

I believe in your masculinity

As a superior equal

You are my protection

with a voice of guidance

My support in my darkest hour

You compliment my strength

Never overbearing

and destructive

but caring and stable

Together we will build an empire

out of the wreckage of past love

 I am extracting you

from the barbarians

Sexist

who seek out to ruin

and weaken

faith in true love that can be found

if the hearts truly desires

I have an understanding

that anything that is worth having has to be worked for

 and you are more than significant

Your devotion is equivalent to my labor

You are a diamond in the rough

My hero

my companion

 I will continue to cherish the good in you

and be your shelter in the storm

I trust in you undeniably

Your word will never be taken for granted

You stand out from the rest

and as a woman who believes in giving praise when its do

I will confess that you deserve respect

and a loyal lover

I thought the dark primitive mentality of men was a thing of the past; the idea that a man commits to the lady and when he needs to have a little freaky time he goes to his slut.  But can you blame him if he thinks this way? Our half wit society separates the freaks from the ladies and it’s been doing this for thousands of years, starting with the queens and the courtesans. I’m so tired of this concept that women can’t be sexual and lady like at the same time.

I’ve dated several assholes who think you can’t be both. The relationships for me were hell. I end up hating them. I want a man that needs a woman who can rock a business suit, act like a lady, and at a moment’s notice will suck the hell out of his dick.  The idea that a beautiful upscale woman doesn’t want or need passionate sex is a myth.  Like all woman want to do is lie on our backs and use sex to make babies. No! We want the hell fucked out of us just like men. It ‘s just that most women prefer  blowing  their boyfriends in a committed relationship. I think this is very healthy. Why is it men need to be in a relationship with some fake ass Joan Cleaver woman, who acts like sex is not important? She is boring in bed and he has to creep out to the freak in the neighborhood to get is nasty on? I believe it’s because of their mothers who never led on that they are really dick sucking whores in the bedroom with their fathers Those mothers who never discussed sex with their young boys or girls. Those boys grow up looking for that innocence in a wife. These boys believe that  the mother of their children and their faithful wives can’t be freaks. A wholesome woman  would never have kinky fantasies. However, as they mature, they learn that sex is a big part of adulthood and marriage. That physical gratification is just as important as mental and emotional companionship.  Just because a woman is comfortable with her sexuality and knows what she wants, doesn’t mean she’s a whore who lacks morality. Only immature stick up their ass delusional folks would think that! These are the same people who are sneaky with weird perverse sexual fetishes. You’ve seen it on T.V. Some loud mouth preaching pastor or some goody two shoes politician gets caught in some weird sex act. Fucking phonies! Yeah I just got out  of a 3 year relationship with a lying sick pervert who could play Mr. Religious Goody Goody in public but in private wanted to fuck everything walking. I mean everybody, men and women; hell, probably dogs and cats too! That’s what religion does, makes women feel guilty about swallowing  dick! And men feel guilty about needing their dicks swallowed. Sex is the most human act; and expressed in a committed loving relationship it’s most beautiful. Look at all these catholic priests who deprive themselves of sex, but end up taking their desire out on innocent children. Sex deprivation leads to hell! Maybe they should add that to the bible. Maybe it should state in very plain words for the idiots conservatives of the world ” It’s allowed for a man and his wife to get kinky and nasty with each other”

Where are the men who want their women to be ladies in public and nasty vixen porn stars in the bedroom? That’s what I want; The kind of men that like private strips shows and highway fellatio. I want to be in a relationship with a man that I can walk up to in the most elegant places and whisper “I want to blow you right now” and he still sees me as a lady.  It’s not about how freaky you are, it’s all about the appropriate times to be freaky.  I want a man who takes me to a 5 star restaurant and fingers me under the table! I stay away from  those asshole men who believe women aren’t supposed to say anything sexually explicit! Or think love making can only occur in the bedroom. BORING! I want a man that is excited that he has a freak waiting at home who can ride a mean long thick one and cook a good meal! What’s wrong with calling your man while he’s at work and saying “I can’t wait until you get home so you can eat this pussy” Or, before you go to work, your man gives you a little pickle tickle.

I want the next relationship to be full of sexual excitement and adventure. I want a man that makes me want to call up my girls and say “ I’m in love with this nasty muthafucka! Ooh he’s just soo nasty! I Iove it!” I’m so tired of boring men who play the conservative tight wad! SOOOO DULL! Yes I like my relationships private and personal but I like the sex to be uninhibited and wild! I want a man that is so kinky  that I never think about any other man ever. That’s how you express possession, not by tantrums and harsh emotional outbursts. You become the M-A-N in the bedroom and you make your lady feel comfortable with releasing her inner whore. That’s happiness. That’s realistic!

You think I’m emotionless.
With no self control or depth because of my ability to
extensively detail through pen and paper the sexuality between me and my lover.
But your suppositions are inconsiderate.
I understand your irrationalism
Society has fooled you
But be careful that you don’t become like the majority
judgmental,frigid  and passionless.
I reject the spurious consensus
and hope for the sake of your life you do the same.
Passion is freedom

You think I’m immoral,
Lacking knowledge or awareness of life because I express my sexual imagination through seductive photographs and clever paragraphs
Because of this your verbal exploitation is relentless.
I feel sorry for your waste of time.
I rather contribute my energy to the fulfillment of my lover.
Be careful that you don’t take your focus off your own bedroom.
I would hate for your lover to feel neglected.
Without physical gratification there is a lack of dedication to monogamy and betrayal seeps thru.
The worst upset to the heart is disloyalty