You would think that a woman that’s strong and dominate in public, would be controlling in the bedroom like a dominatrix.  On the contrary; I think a woman who is aggressive and stern about her life can be quite submissive in the bedroom. Actually I myself prefer it that way.

I hate when men talk down to women or treat us like we are just barefoot and pregnant idiots. When it comes to business and matters of long term love, the world gives a woman no choice but to become a bitch. She has to mark her territory in masculine driven corporate America. She has to be hard and cold to the back stabbing and vicious competitive rat race of the office. And when dating, it’s kind of the same thing. A woman has to interview her potential candidates making sure they’re  not psychos, drug addicts, leeches or just plain losers. The new modern day society doesn’t give us women that many options. Especially if we’ve decided that we’re not going to settle for a fixer upper man. It’s dangerous now a days for us girls to wear our emotions on our sleeves. We have to be cautious of all the crazies who are looking for a new fool. We won’t allow men to run over us any longer. Or, will they dictate our lives. But, we’ll allow them to dictate our positions in private.

The bedroom can still be a stress free zone. It can give a woman a chance to let her guard down. She can shed her hard careless shell and revert back to that soft, beautiful, feminine lady that she keeps suppressed all day long.  I prefer male dominance in private intimate situations. You know that traditional saying “a lady in the streets and a freak in the bedroom?” Well I changed it a bit “an emotionless bitch in the streets and a submissive freak in the bedroom.” It’s like the universe finds its balance when a man and woman are alone and naked; she exposes her vulnerability and he exercises his power. My girls and I agree that we like our hair pulled and our asses smacked! Yeah we can be some hard core independent women with swift feisty mouths. But, when it comes to our relationships, we like our men to be sexual beast. If a man wants to keep an independent and aggressive woman happy, he better act like a cave man in the sack. He has to be the kind of man to claim his pussy and take charge!

Most people think missionary is boring and dull. A lot of derogatory sayings about women include us laying on our backs with our legs open. But it’s still the best position. A man laying all his weight on top of woman as she relaxes and gives her body to him; her legs are wide open and he can see the expressions on her face as she begins to have a massive orgasm. Sometimes after a long day of work and taking care of the home, a woman needs to be man handled. And it’s necessary to make him feel needed. Like his sex is what she depends on to keep her going all through the busy day.

Now don’t get me wrong, a woman needs to take charge and please her man sometimes. She has to show him she’s still attracted to him by jumping his ass every now and then. Also, he’s going to have those tired days when he needs to lay back and be pleasured. When he works all day and deals with his own stress, she has to give just like she gets.

Us women in today’s world have to be strong, powerful, and courageous; just not all the time!

The expressions on her face
Alone
Deepened his strokes
Her soft voice whispering
I need you
I need this
Made him firmly push into her
With all his strength
He was all she ever wanted
To experience
Sexual
Physical
Love
And she loved nothing more than giving herself to her man
It was like her body was designed perfectly to suit him
The moisture and constriction were Ideal
Bit by bit contracting and extracting
He longed for no one else
This made him always give his best
Harder he thrusts as his body controls hers
This makes her cry out
Fuck me!
Yeah fuck me!
Moving from side to side
teasing her
then forcing himself deeper inside
as she leaves passion marks
“Who is it?” he asks”
She responds
“Yours” without hesitation
“Are you mine?” his asks
“Always” she responds
He is throbbing intensely
Releasing all of his energy
He makes her feel all his love
Her body swallows all of him
Now they are one, descending into heaven.
She knew she was safe
Protected
Loved
She knew that’s where she belonged
There UNDER him

On reflection, it all came down to nylon –
stockings, bras, pants.
Of course, there were the other things –
swing of buttocks, flap of breasts,

a whole shape of arc and indent.
But somehow, it was the synthetics,
hitched by nylon, an erotic mechanics,
that set us light years apart.

What did we have when we undressed?
Socks. Jockeys. A string vest.
But when they stepped out
of shoes, blouse, and skirt –

voila! The French maid: that circumflex
of taut stocking-band; knickers
sheeny as a courtesan’s; the stripper’s

unhooking acrobatics; and the Lautrec
girl stooping as puckered hose slithers.
They held us in a man-made scissors.

Last night Mr. Chicago came into town for a little vacation time. I did something I never do. I invited him to my house to get in my bed. I rarely invite men to my house in this city. You never know who is crazy as hell. But, this man has proven himself to be trustworthy.

My roommate Danny taught me how to roll joints even though I don’t smoke. But after I wrote my fantasy blog about sexing a weed smoker, he taught me how to “crumble herb” as they say. Before I picked Mr. Chicago up from the airport, I rolled a couple of L’s for him. I can’t believe he smokes, but after my blog confession, he called me and was like I’m going to pop your weed cherry.  So I got myself prepared for his visit like a virgin preparing to be made into a woman.

Now if you haven’t seen pictures of my place, it’s pretty romantic and sexy. So I placed candles all around the bedroom, lit the oil burner, and  put the Enigma C.D. on repeat.  I like ritualistic sex. It’s kind of my thing. And the craziness is, I cooked. Why not? Sometimes I like to cater to a man. Shh! don’t tell.  I oiled and perfumed my body but didn’t see a reason for underwear. I slipped into a sundress and headed to the airport to pick my man up.

He is so sexy.  I like how he grabs me up every time he sees me. This man’s kiss makes me weak in the knees. I couldn’t wait to get him back to the apartment.  I wasn’t interested in going out on a date and sitting across from him knowing that I prefer being under him, legs open, and naked.

After my amazing dinner, I lit the candles in my bedroom and welcomed him in. I like to undress a man then lay him back in bed and let him watch me undress. Mr. Chicago loves my body jewelry from my belly chain to my ankle bracelet . Soon the room was filled with smoke. The candles and the music made it feel like a Greek orgy. His body is inked up to perfection. I used my tongue to outline every tattoo from head to toe just like I imagined. I could feel him extending and throbbing as I swallowed him. He closed his eyes and lost himself in his high.

Usually I think weed smells like shit. But, tonight I was open to the aroma. I was drunk as hell and about to inhale my first real contact. He was hard as a rock and trying not to cum. I got up on his lap and he slid in deep. Sex is amazing on marijuana. I’ve never been high before and probably won’t smoke a joint myself. But shits awesome! It was so primitive and animalistic. I got  creative and poured wined all over my breast. He blew smoke all over my body as he licked the wine of my nipples.

The more he smoked the deeper he went. We continued on and on for hours. My poor roommate and neighbors were probably up all night listening to me scream and moan. You know I’m loud!  I woke up this morning with bite marks all over my chest and thighs. Shit! I don’t know how many orgasms I had. I was so high I lost count. This is how it should always be. Like it was my first experience. Ok now I’m in love with weed smoking tattoo boys. Shit from one extreme to another I guess!

Curve

It’s those days when
He lies back on his throne
My back is arched and
My thighs are quivering
His fingertips starting at my lips
Then my neck
guide the way I move…..

He watches ..
“God the softness of a woman” he sighs
“There is no other”
His fingertips now moving slowly drawing a line down my breasts
Now tracing the curves
“This is the secret of you reign” his whispers
Divine he sees the silhouette of a woman
Perfection complete
Opposites attracting …

His moans elevate
This intensifies my labor
And soon I will be crowned
I am wet all over
By brown skin glowing
In the candlelight
The moon dances down my back
I ‘m contracting
Tighter but softer
I feel him in every curve.
so sensitive to every stroke ..

He stares…
Moving his hands from the back of my thighs
tracing the curves of my behind
He extends immeasurable
Harder and harder
The intensity of my voice
Fills the room
My womb
Where all begins
Welcomes hims
I accept his life line

Gasping for breath
Loosing his control
To me
I take all of him
All that makes him masculine
Strong
My body covers him
My tongue touches the bottom of his lips
His mind is free
Consciousness is lost
His soul is sailing across fervent waves
Paradise awaits him …

The moments between a man and woman
Precious
sacred
rare
There is nothing more than this..

It’s those days
Long and demanding
Unkind
Brutal
He needs me.

It’s those days …
When a man longs for her ….
(WOMAN)

I’ve been so busy working lately that I haven’t written a blog in a while. I haven’t had time for my usual schedule of hot New York sex either. I’ve been substituting my kinky action with a little dirty talk with the girls and their boy toys. Like the other night Sandra came over and we Skyped Emmanuelle to talk about our favorite sex sessions. One of my best moments was during a ménage a trois when my girl and I decided to undress our male lover and slide to our knees for a little tag team fellatio.

The thing about our group is we don’t like our sex to be like a cheap porno. We are more into the romantic passionate exploration of sex. We always agree that even if we are not in love that we prefer making love. Our lovers have to be the kind of men that enjoy romance. It may sound crazy; most would ask what is romance without love? I would answer “still romance!” Somehow, it works for us. Passionate sex is the more memorable than fucking. Believe it or not the men we make love to seem to be extremely pleasured by the experience.

Back to the session of fellatio, We both have serious feelings for this particular lover. He is very sweet and treats us well. So anytime that we get together the passion between all three of us is incredible. We both love pleasing him. We started by a hot threesome kiss. He likes to watch both of us undress at the same time. Then, she and I removed all his cloths and used our tongues to slide down his amazingly fit body; ending up on our knees.

He was so hard and she is so beautiful to me. I enjoy touching her breast and her passionate kisses. The most erotic part is when she and I kiss use our tongues while his hard shaft is in the middle. You should hear his moans when he feels each wet curve of  our tongues as they collide together. We are in perfect rhythm as she takes him in her mouth; and I kiss the base and then his thighs. Can you tell who is inspiring the profound expression in my language? Yeah my girl E is intense as hell!

Sharing is Caring, and we passed him over and over. It’s like we used our mouths to make love to him. Soon he’s ready to enter us. Hours of emotional sex ends the night. Perfect as usual when we get together. Sometimes sharing memories are better than the actual performance.

If no one knows, I’m sure to tell them

Where ever seas may flow and where ever I may sail them

I will savor the taste of you

Every drop,

I devour it all

Never wasteful.

To be given a chance to experience a God like you I am forever grateful. -EM