Tasting The D.J.

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My spin on fellatio, it depends on the man. I don’t mind exposing that I give great head. Looking at a man’s facial expressions and listening to his moans gets me wet. Even though I’m a sucker, doesn’t mean every one gets the pleasure. There is one in particular that I just can’t keep my mouth off of. He is undeniably succulent; I refuse to be alone in the same room with his luscious self.

My ex, lets call him Mr. D.J., I have a serious weak spot for. When we were together, I couldn’t  stay off my knees. He had the most intoxicating taste. I would suck him until he was hard as a rock then he would fuck the hell out of me, stop and lick my pussy until I would cum; then continue to fuck me to intensify the orgasm. I was in love with everything about him. And of course, the duchebag broke my heart. Fucking men are never satisfied. But I’m not a girl who dwells in the past.

There are days when I’m alone, I can’t take my mind of the sex we use to have. My lovers now handle my hunger. But, I still miss him and those nights where I use to crawl across the room on all fours, unzip his pants,  deep throat him until he would cum and beg me to stop. He has that kind of effect on me. Love is powerful!

As long as we are not alone together I can manage to control my mild obsession for him. But I won’t take his phone calls or allow him to drop by. I found out he has a fetish for fucking models and I was just one of many. He was the closest thing to monogamy that I’ve experienced since college. I can admit now how much he hurt me and that he is the one man that I’m not willing to share.

The Imprint of Your Dick

I can’t help but to suck you

and suck you until my lips are bruised with

the imprint of your dick.

As I walk  in public from here to there

I’ll proudly wear without a care

the imprint of your dick

And I will confess it

that there is no limit

on how long I will suck it

I can’t go a day

maybe just an hour or two

because I won’t allow it to vanish

I have to taste you until

the imprint of your dick again

on my lips is visible-EM

The Compromise Between a Man and a Woman.

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You want a good girl,
sweet and pure like the word virgin.
But I’m a woman.
I can’t promise purity from inexperience.
My heart
along with my body,
have experienced love and lost of love.
I’m proud of that.
I have gained something that is better than innocence.
I have wisdom and understanding of self.

I will not try to persuade you
by disguising my womanhood with girl like acts
or outlandish fairy tales hiding the truth.
I will not compromise my inner peace
and trade it in for adolescent insecurity
to make you feel like I’m yours.
I want you to be my man
and feel strong in that position.
At the same time,
I have to feel honored as a woman respectfully.

I can’t offer phrases like
I never or you are my first.
But I can guarantee that every word I whisper
is genuine and true.
I can’t go backwards to be your girl.
But I’m fully committed to
moving forward as your lady.

The Combination of Vibration and Penatration

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(The videos in English)

I’ve talked about my precious J. R . (Jack Rabbit) in previous blogs, I was introduced to him when I was very young. It was a house warming gift for my first apartment. J is  still so good to be me after all these years, I felt I should dedicate an entire entry to him.  I’ve said before that my bedroom does not have the revolving door that is assumed. I’m kind of picky about sex. I’ve had my wild nights or moments but not like most think. I’ve decided to only give myself frequently to Jack. He knows my spots and he is sitting in my dresser draw waiting on me everyday I get home from work. Such a good boy!

Sometimes Jack and I like to have threesomes. Last weekend, you know the perfect W weekend, I brought Jack along to meet Mr. Chicago. They got along well. I decided while riding Chi-town to use Jack on my clitoris since that’s his specialty. Mr. Chicago got really excited as I started to scream because of the combination of vibration and penetration.  My goodness it’s like my soul literally left my body and floated out into the ocean. I swear I was speaking Swahili. Jack causes me to speak different languages and have convulsions; or, a sudden case of Tourette syndrome.  I yelled out shit, muthafucka, fuckty fuck fuck damn damn damn pirates of the Caribbean! The look on Mr. Chi’s face was priceless. He just laughed “Wtf? Damn girl you’re wild as hell!” But, all in all I think he enjoyed his self. I’ve even included Jack in on a lil girl on girl action. He and Janet are well acquainted. He’s made her croon a couple high octaves. Hell I didn’t know she could sing like that. Girly has quite a voice in the bedroom; oh, and on the beach around 12 a.m. too!  I also, enjoy a man to watch me pleasure myself or we watch each other masturbate. I have a Jack rabbit deluxe as well. That’s a rotating penis with a clit stimulator. Girl, it’s the best 139 dollars you’ll spend in your lifetime. Better and cheaper than the first pair of Manolo Blahnik Mary Janes I purchased; which are the holy grail for me!

Every woman should have a vibrator she can count on. I keep a year’s supply of AA rechargeable batteries. That’s all Mr. Rabbit requires to get by. The best boyfriend ever! He never talks back and he concentrates on the most important aspect of our relationship; making me cum! I’ve locked myself in on weekends so me and Jack could spend some much needed undisturbed quality time. Some might be embarrassed about sex toys, But it’s the safest most efficient sex you’ll ever have. And you can include them in your sex life with your companion. It enhances the climax for you and your partner.  But, it’s no reason for men to think that sex toys could replace the real thing. Or women shouldn’t think it’s something disgusting to hide. I’ve dated a guy who was jealous of my vibrator like some kind of weirdo. I told him that if he would handle his business then Jack wouldn’t have to pick up the slack! And, he could leave at anytime but this is Jack’s home and he is going no where! Needless to say that relationship didn’t last.

Jack has helped me through all my love loss woes. He is always there to comfort me.  Sometimes I wear him out and have to purchase his clone. But, its money well spent. He keeps a smile on my face and my bitchiness to a minimum. I’m a grown woman; sex, orgasms, and satisfaction is apart of maturity. I’m not one of these girls who like to fake it about sexual gratification like its not important! Bullshit! Damit I have to cum! I just like sex to be in my life without nonsense and frustration. And if I have to continue pleasing myself to have a peace of mind and a peaceful life, then so be it. I suggest all you ladies make a smart investment.

Does Size Matter? Or is it the Hardness that Counts?

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Some women love a big thick penis.For me, Yes it does feel good. The best is if the man has a smooth tasty big thick one that can get hard as a rock. That’s the most important but underestimated value I’m noticing. We always talk about a man size; however I haven’t heard a woman talk about how hard the man was. I love big dicks, but I an average size one that gets super hard is just as good. I’ve been with men who have a good 6 to 7 inches if that, but they get really firm causing me to have an outstanding orgasm.

I do know women who hate to have sex with a man that is more than 7 inches. Not me! Shit I like them big ones. I promise I’ll sit on it and make it disapear! You can do alot more when a man  is packing a few extra inches. He can L.D. you better from crazy postions. I like to be picked up with my legs around his waist. Or, I like to lay on my stomach with my legs closed. Both positions require length. At the same time, if a woman keeps in shape and has tight kegal muscles, a regular size  can put in major work!

If a man has good rhythm and technique then he ‘ll be a good lover no matter what size he is. It’s all about the chemistry you have with him and the knowledge he has about mind blowing sex. There are some big dick men who don’t get hard enough and don’t know what to do with all that meat. I’ve been there. What a waste! If a woman has found herself a champion who knows how to tap those walls leading straight to the Gspot, She will love that dick regardless.

The 3rd Kind 

The 1st kind is his mind which I’m in love with.
The second kind is his body which keeps me attracted.
But it’s his 3rd kind that extends between his thighs ending almost at his knee,
that truly knows how to get right to the heart of me.

Platinum Passports is your passport to sexy Fun in Vegas

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Do you visit Vegas often? Let me tell you about my exciting plans for amazing weekend with my lover. His friend is taking the plundge and we are going to party like rock stars  before the old ball and chain ceremony. Yes my lover asked me to join him for an all male party. Why not? I love women especially naked strippers in the  back of a stretch limo. At the end of the night, he would rather bring me and the girls  back to his room.

If you ever want to throw a sexy bad boy bachelor party,Platinum Passports  is  the best for all your secret naugthy needs. Take a look at the link. It’s going to be a wild adventure!

Awaking to Sex in the Morning (Take me on the Table)

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I know everyone is wondering what happened this weekend. Finally a breath of fresh air, it was phenomenal. My long distance love and I met up at the W hotel Miami which was the perfect scene for the affair. We started with a late night dinner at Mr. Chow where we shared fantasies that we’d promised over the phone to only share when we saw each other.

What he told me  got me so hot and bothered, I couldn’t wait to continue the seduction at the Wall. The hot crowded club and the vodka caused our bodies to touch and rub all night. I decided I wasn’t going to wait until the man makes the first move like I usually do. I grabbed his hand and placed it between my legs as we bumped and grind on the dance floor. Then, I went in for the kiss. Damn, I like the aggressive me, something new.  I could feel that kiss in my knees which tells me of what was to come. We spent the last 5 songs in the most passionate lip lock.

Wet and hard, we continued into the elevator. Furthering my take control attitude, I unzipped his pants to see what he was working with. Yahtzee!  It definitely was time to get to the bed. As the elevator doors opened he picked my solid ass up and threw me over his shoulders. Once we were in the room, he turned on the music and  lowered the lights. He remembered our phones conversations about my need for romance; he lit the candles and had wine waiting. Good boy!

Feeling good and sexy, I pushed him down on to the bed and demanded “Watch me!” In my highest come fuck me heels, I turned up the music and put on the sexiest private performance . Stripping down out of my dress, I gave him a special lap dance. I can shake this ass!  Then, I made him stand up so that I could slowly remove all of his clothes; starting with his shirt, then sliding down on my knees to his removes his pants. I made sure to enjoy every inch of that gorgeous body, caressing his thighs against my face and using my tongue up and down his chest. Nice I must say!

The  sex that night was outstanding! We ended up on the balcony overlooking Miami Beach. But he remembered everything I shared with him during our long phone conversations, because the morning was even better. My favorite is to be surprised with love making in the morning.  I was comatose after the 2 a.m. session. However, I was awakened to him sliding deep inside me at the break of dawn. He was hitting all of my spots, I climaxed to his rhythm.  I wish I could wake up every morning like this. Starts the day off right.  Just when I thought it was over, he picked me up and carried me to the shower where it continued. Perfect!  The hot water and suds while he made love to me from behind was relaxing. Just what I needed. I like a man that talks dirty in my ear and moans when he cums.

As we stepped out the shower, breakfast arrived,Mimosas and strawberries. Damn dude listens. My girl and her good referrals. Again, I wasn’t going to wait for the man like I usually do. I dropped that towel covering me and laid back on the breakfast table in front of him, opened my legs and commanded him to “eat this!” The best oral sex of my life, shit!

I feel rejuvenated and calm this week. He texted me once he returned to Chicago, “I can still taste that good pussy” Again remembering how much I love dirty text messages!  Maybe this will be my last blog writing about him. Things are starting off amazing and I want it to stay that way. This is going to be a beautiful friendship. I can’t wait until our next visit.

I like It Rough

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I’m involved with a jealous, aggressive man. This is a new experience for me. My girl, advised me, if I wanted to have the best sex of my life then I should aggravate his angry side. It seems to be the theme of the blogs this week. So I conference called some of my other girlfriends to hear their opinions on provoking a man’s jealousy. These three are all in serious relationships, and they all agreed their men fuck better when they think another man is invading their territory. They encouraged me to try it and see what happens. Women!  I usually don’t play these types of games. I don’t like anger and hostility. But, I was kind of curious.

His sex is fantastic when he is in a good mood, so I could only imagine his feisty side.  I was guaranteed his angry sex is like walking on the moon. So I called the expert to devise the perfect plan to extract the beast within. We talked for two hours about the scenario. I was confident that I could carry out the plan exactly. She can piss a man of like no other. I’ve seen it, so I knew it would work.

I  invited him to go dancing with me and a couple of friends. What he didn’t know is my ex boyfriend who I still fuck from time to time D.J.s at the club we were going to. My ex  likes to approach me when I’m with a date so it was a perfect plot.  I never wear panties when I go out. I don’t see the point when they’re coming off anyways. But I was instructed that I had to wear a cheap pair of black underwear accompanied by a bra. Seems like a lot for me, but it was  for him to have more to tear off during his rage. Once the security alerted me that he was on his way up, I took a deep breath and eased into character. My Iphone buzzing like crazy with text messages “You can do this girl, Game on!”

As soon as we entered into the club, I pushed through the crowd reaching the D.J. both. My ex cued right on time. He came down to greet me with an inappropriate hug which I continued with a kiss on the cheek. Being that my lover is Italian, it doesn’t take much for him to get heated. But, he was trying to play it cool.  So I decided to raise the stakes, I bought him a bottle of  patron  and then  I started to ignore him while talking and dancing with my ex and his friends. Yeah, that’s was the straw that broke the camel’s back. He started shoving through the crowd quickly. Next thing I knew, he grabbed my arm and forced me out of the club yelling “It’s time to go! What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I acted surprised like I didn’t have a clue of what was going on.

We argued the entire time in the cab. Drunk and dazed, he chased me through the lobby and into the elevator. The plan was in effect. The elevator ride couldn’t get any better. He ripped my panties as expected. I wondered if the security camera was recording while he was licking my pussy. Of course I had to play like I didn’t want it. I put up a fight, I screamed no as much as possible until we reached my floor. I told him he couldn’t come in, yeah right! I tried to close the door; he forced his way in and grabbed me by the hair forcing me down on the floor. This man is like a movie fantasy. He made me ride him as he held  my neck and put his fingers in my mouth. Every thing he said was like a script in a heated hot movie scene. “Yeah bitch, you like it!” Yeah ride that dick!” Damn! Where does he get the energy to keep going for hours? Wow! What can I  say except angry sex is the shit! I’ve been missing out! I called to tell the girls the next morning once he left. Their response was “I told you so!” I guess jealousy in a man is sexy.

For The Lovers Who Still Believe

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You are not afraid

of expressing your feelings

When you fall,

you descend deep

intensely

And you prefer

to make love

genuinely

With every touch

your heart is in it

You unselfishly

give your emotions

You want to be held and caressed

by somebody who has dedicated their soul

 

That  someone

who you can trust and let go

of that defense you’ve built

In their eyes

you see your future

your home

your babies

your salvation

Someone to be by your side

and will hold your hand through

time and space

You don’t listen to or change with the world

You haven’t lost the battle to  cynicism

You know that some where out there

they live and breathe

You’re a dreamer

a visionary of love

a hopeless  romantic

And you desire

love making to be

apart of something greater

than the now

It’s more of a contribution

to forever

You’re waiting patiently

for that perfect heart

And not just anybody

can give you what you want

It takes a dedicated soul

for that kind of matrimony

You are proud of being traditional

and sentimental

You want to be loved with a love

more than love

To wake up and fall asleep in their arms

you want each day to begin and end

maturing that devotion

And you prefer

to make love only

to someone who’s willing to

give themselves completely

I understand your needs

I feel for you

How lonely it must

be

To want something greater

then temporary bliss

a momentary need

You’re longing for the companion

that the universe created just for you

Never give up

Don’t lose faith

I know you prefer only

to make love to

the one who’ll be eternally true

and will confess it to the world

I haven’t forgotten what it feels like

to want something so badly

To feel empty and alone

night after night

A time will come

when everything will work out right

To the ones who are crusaders of

real love

Longing for their soul mates touch

They hurt and grieve

Those who aren’t interested in transitory

or an effortless rendezvous

Those who still believe

I wrote this one for you…..

You Can’t Have It (Who says You”ll Get It Again)(Dedicated to Leslie)

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You’ve been a bad boy

Naughty

Nasty

Undeserving

I’m going to sit on the edge of this chair

While you stare

From across the room

Don’t you come close to me

Don’t you dare

Touch me

You need to be disciplined

Punished

Watch me

as I slightly lift my dress

In the dim light

I open my legs

Lick your lips in lust

As my thighs open and close

Play it off

Be discreet

As the crowd

Sways to the music

You want to taste it

Don’t you

Get it wet and slippery

….Oooh

it purrrrs

Too bad you can’t kiss it

You want to enter me

I won’t allow you to

Feel it

Wrapping tightly around

swallowing you down

Hell no

You can’t have it

I want you to suffer

It’s torture to listen

as it whispers

calling your name

Around me

you just can’t help yourself

And I find satisfaction in your torment

Look at it

Teasing you

The soft pink and brown lips

Puckering

Ready to be sipped

The way only you can

I’m going to make you beg for it

On your knees

Cry for redemption

Ask for my forgiveness

Come on where’s your courage?

Chase it

Hunt it

in persistence

Until you attempt to take it

Steal it

sexually ambush me

Don’t take no for an answer

Try again until you succeed

Convince me to let you in

persuade me that it’s yours

and your claim is valid

Find the sweetest words

To lure me some where

We can be alone

Master a plan of seduction

tempt me

Like sugar

Melt my resistance

Tell me you appreciate it

How I’m always in your thoughts

and secretly

you worship me

Confess how badly you need it

And no other woman

can handle that dick like I can

Pull me close

never letting go

And just possibly

I’ll let you

Even after the stupid shit you say and do

Maybe I’ll consider the possibilities

Even though you have a fucked up attitude

Plead your case that you are better than any other man

I’m waiting for you to get it right

And perhaps I will let you make love to me

Tonight

I Was His To Have

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I was His to Have via 2005

So deceived by the attraction of night
The dim lights and heavy sounds
The rhythm & blues
The constant laughter
Contagious and deluded
All unrealistic and deceptive
We play amongst the darkness
and struggle to resist its magnetism
We are awestruck with glimmering eyes by the extravagance
Dancing to its song
that’s when I laid eyes on him
It was like an eclipse
The sun darkened and worlds collided
I was swept away into this infinitely obscure universe.
Soon the space moved in slow motion
No longer crowded
It became a two person dance with
A slow and steady heart beat
And an exhale

My intentions were exact
The intent was to entice him
Objectives of a brief encounter outlined
The agenda
I wanted to give him a moment of paradise
To seize him into a sexual rapture
For a time
He would have been mine
I wanted him to taste the sweetness of my nectar
The taste penetrating his lips
The excess captured by his tongue
Savoring every drop
How he would have enjoyed
The ride
He would have sailed the seas
Of my divine waters
Deep and soft like the waves were customized and tailored for a perfect fit

The hours filled with orgasmic climaxes that would have reached a Tantric leveL and prolonged for nights
Days filled with irrepressible urges to return to my side for another encounter of firm strokes and midnight sweats
Changing scenes and concepts
Improvising and Inventing
His fingertips thrusting
My legs wrapped tightly

I had such high expectations for him
I wanted to introduce him
Open him up
Make him discover his true self
I wanted to sit up him like a queen on her throne, at the pinnacle of erection
My abdomen like the sky and he like a sharp bolt of lightning with replicating aftershocks
I wanted him to cry for me
Not from misery
But from lust
I wanted to sample his tears as my hollow swallowed the most important part of him
I wanted him to know what it means to hunger
To crave
To truly experience passion
During an age of his life

But, the night with its trickery
Its deceit
Disguising itself as an ally
Masquerading in seductive attire
with its sweet words and enchanting appeal
entranced me
Dressing this lover up in confidence
Manipulating his image
From afar
He was radiant
Gifted
His strength was like armor
He wore with assurance
He was painted sexy
and I was his to have

As the sun shined,
The music ended
The darkness crept into hiding
It all disappeared
I was left with a dream
A surreal belief
He had no depth
No real understanding
He was filled with burdens
He paraded around foolishly
Disoriented and confused
A side show to the masses
His genuine view
Repulsive
Menacing
Cruel
Resentful
dull
So deceived by the attraction of night
The dim lights and heavy sounds
The rhythm & blues
The constant laughter
Contagious and deluded
All unrealistic and deceptive