An Office Fuck


office sexWhen did it become the norm that men liked cheap easy women in the office that they could have meaningless sex with; then go home and give their small checks to their wives? Huh, I’m not interested in sleeping with a bunch of corporate American nothings for nothing. Now, what I mean by this statement is, I don’t believe in being openly used by has been married men. I mean the nerve of these fucking losers who want a cheap easy lay, while their funds go to pampering their wives. Think about it, they already have kids and a bunch of responsibility. They can never really marry you or take you seriously because you would be a dirty whore home wrecker. So the courtship is worthless

Now, there have been men  I’ve  flirted with just a little for laughs. But the idea of someone like me having to act all desperate and sleep with perverts, is quite disgusting. These men barely provide for their wives, but are so willing to lay up with other women and risk getting them pregnant or even contracting some sexually transmitted disease.

What’s even sadder than that, these women aren’t even top notch women. They are usually young, broke, and really stupid. They have no self-esteem or know their worth. I’ve noticed that the women in the office who entertain these bottom of the barrel men, want any attention they can get. They are willing to lower themselves just so a man can complement them. The desperately need someone to constantly reassure them of who they are.  When they really should be thinking about trying to fix their lives  instead of how many people give them the most insignificant praise.

I never had any intentions of giving this good pussy to these losers. The fact that they think they could trick a woman like me into sleeping with them and using me up like yesterday’s trash is comical. I definitely don’t want another woman’s sloppy seconds. Especially, her broke sloppy seconds.

NEW ONE BY JAZZ LYNN “Balancing Sexuailty and Religion”

sexyI keep seeing these things on Pinterest about ‘how to have a successful marriage.’ I pretty much have stopped reading them because it almost always some extreme religious woman who talks about loyalty and ‘serving’ her husband, praying, and all but completely avoids the subject of sex.

Now, I am not being prejudice against religion. If it works for you, and makes you a better person, then pray, attend church and live by God. I, and no one else, is going to (or should try to) stop you. Hopefully you and your partner have discussed at length religion, you have the same views, and the slews of marriage advice on Pinterest will work for you.

But…. What about advice for the rest of us? We might be religious women who balance our beliefs with our sexuality and feminism…. Or we might be the atheist women of the world. You cannot tell me divorce rates are higher (or lower) in these groups. So, for the marriages that do work, what makes them tick? What should women do when they think their life is not meant to serve a man, but rather be his partner in their life together?

I am not married yet, and i do not claim to be some relationship guru, but I have been with my fiancé for some time. I am about to marry him in two months, and I wouldn’t be taking this big step if I had any doubts. This is my list for why our relationship works. Maybe it will work for you and your partner. It is pretty short, so read on:

1) Sex…. Why skirt around a major issue? No, it isn’t the most important thing, but it is the thing that tends to be ‘forgotten’ or ‘dwindles’ when time is short, kids (or in the case of my fiancé and I, dogs) take up our time and responsibility, and work or school stresses us out. So what has worked for us? Making a point to, for one, listen to our bodies. If I feel especially randy, I send him sexy text messages, talk dirty and tell him to rip my clothes of, or I just grab him and play with him until he can’t ignore me . There have been plenty of times that he wakes up in the morning and ravages me. We act on our feelings, albeit at appropriate times…. Most of the time anyway!

We also make an effort to have sex – don’t mistake this for ‘scheduling’ sex…. This isn’t a chore or a job. And sex shouldn’t be treated as such. Sure, it was ultimately meant for reproduction, but lets face it – we have sex because it feels good and is fun! So, if we have a rare moment alone, or go on a nice date, we get in the mood – and even if we are tired, we get it on! Oh, and you are a sexy woman, so act it! Wear something that makes you feel beautiful. Your confidence will shine through and he will hardly be able to resist you!

2) Communicate – another thing that either goes to the wayside, or is misinterpreted. The biggest thing to remember is guys are simple…. So if you hint at something (ie: playing with your hair expecting him to notice you had an inch cut off) and he doesn’t respond, how can you get mad at him? Just ask him! Tell him! In plain and simple terms, say what you mean, don’t imply. On the same note, if he tells you something point blank, don’t get upset about it, especially of you asked – guys just do not beat around the bush. I would rather have a straight answer than for him to lie or skirt around an issue because he is worried how I might react. *disclaimer – how a woman reacts during her menses should never be taken as her true reaction*.

As for him, if he is a gamer, or buried in his work, etc, etc, make sure you set aside time to talk – and make sure he knows it, without nagging him. Like – let him finish his thought, or the current mission (yes, my honey is a gamer) before you hound him to talk…. his free time is just as important as yours.

My fiancé is an EXTREME procrastinator – so I ask him point blank at least once a week ‘are there any plans I need to know about?’ He knows I am the planner, so he has gotten into the habit to just tell me what is going on when he finds out, and it goes into my handy dandy calendar. He tells me and he can forget. I will plan around said event, and I let him know what is going on… Know your nature, and his, and use this to communicate and plan.

3) compliment each other. Tell each other you love each other. Simple.

4) Be you. Always. And stand by it. Be confident every day in who you are. You are who he fell in live with.

5) Spend time apart. You are not attached at each other’s hip. Hang out with your friends, and he with his. You have the same friends? You can still make plans separately. Or, hang out in separate rooms at a party. Really, it is ok. Have your hobbies, and he his. It’s great to share these thing with each other, but sometimes you want to do things by yourself, or have a girls night out…. And that is ok for BOTH of you. No need to be a grade A clinger or the investigative girlfriend. And, to the investigator, if you don’t trust him and have to know his every move, you have bigger problems and should move on. Be with someone you have a little faith in.

6) Be loyal. Yes. Of course! You are committing your life to each other, after all!

7) Serve?! I dunno about all that… But YES, do things for each other, and be nice when accepting what he does for you! Make the effort to make a nice dinner, plan a night out, get him a ‘just because’ gift, or grab him his favorite snack once in a while at the grocery store… And if he does the same for you, don’t be critical! It’s the gesture and the thought that matters! Plus, if you are like me and were engaged FOREVER then you should have had plenty of time to know each other’s likes and dislikes – so he shouldn’t mess up too bad!! Just kidding

Which brings me to my last point

laugh together! In the words of the joker ‘why so serious?!’

Be sarcastic, watch funny movies, tell each other jokes, and, yes, it’s ok if you fart in front of him!! After all, who has time to constantly watch their back all the time and not let the funny little errors happen? The laughter is what makes life worth living!

~ Jazz Lynn

Running Away Mr. and Mrs Right


You know they always say, that when a woman has been in bad relationships, she puts up a wall and grows bitter. When a good man comes her way, she will not recognize him because of her own baggage and will run him away. Like always the female is the one at fault with all the problems

Well I haven’t met any women like this and I’m not like this at all. What I’ve noticed even about myself, when the right man came along with all those qualities I found to be important, I had no walls up, no hurt or pain, and no baggage he had to unpack. All the women I know that had been in bad situations like me, were definitely open and willing to love again easily. Notice I used the word women. Every man isn’t the same. Grown women know this. And just like me, these women go off with their new man and leave that old nonsense behind. They don’t even want their man or relationship around past garbage. Just like me they have nothing to prove and know that nothing good will come of it.

However, I’ve met ALOT of men, including exes, that hold on to baggage from past relationships and don’t know how to let go. I’ve met men, who prejudge women before getting to know them, treat them horribly, and run the women off. I know men, that can’t let go of past girlfriends, wives, and mother in laws. As soon as they meet a new woman, they take all that old crap that happened with other women into the new relationship; which causes bad karma. These are suppose to be strong men, but present themselves like fragile heartbroken boys that a new woman has the responsibility of picking up the pieces.

I know men, that bring their new girlfriends around the old ones to keep tension going. I know men, that facebook stalk their old girlfriends and continuously talk about them with their friends. I know men that go around and spread rumors about women that have made it blatantly clear that they want nothing to do with them. If these men had the chance, would hunt down the old girl just to start trouble in her life to see her unhappy. It is the men (really boys)that act insecure and untrusting of women. Not realizing all women aren’t the same.

But again, its women that carrying around hurt and pain. Its women that bring garbage and stupid shit to men and run them off.. Again, its another situation that is a woman’s fault .. Couldn’t possibly be the trait of so called men~LIBREATEDSLUT

Should I? Could I? Would I? My New Thoughts about Sex Buddies

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I took the weekend off from blogging to relax and let go. After a bottle of wine, I started to think about my relationship and what would happen if it ever ended. I wondered about how I would start over again and jump into the dating scene. Would I be on the search for another relationship? Or, would I be satisfied with my fuck buddies?  Now, in my younger years, I promoted the fuck buddy. I believed that a woman should have some one that satisfied her sexual urges between boyfriends. I’m really not interested in friends with benefits anymore,even though I still think that the fuck buddy is necessary for a girl to become a woman. I  came to this conclusion by reevaluating my past as usual. I realized another reason why my previous relationships didn’t work. I dated men that had nothing in common with me, however enjoyed my sex drive. And, what I mean by saying they had nothing in common with me, I’m talking about their ideas of a good woman and my idea of a good woman.  Now, that should be a no brainer right? But no! It’s not as simple as it sounds. You see, because of the fact we had amazing sex, they believed that they could make me into the woman they’ve always wanted. Sounds like what us females do huh?  We think that we can take a man and change him into what we want him to be. But in reality, if someone likes who they are, they probably won’t be willing to change themselves.  That’s how I felt. I realized after all the arguments, the embarrassing moments, and the hurtful motives and techniques the men in my past tried to use to change me, I shouldn’t change at all. I should only change men.  I realized that if these men could not love me how I was and they would do nasty devious things to make me change to fit their own agenda, they weren’t the men for me. That if a man really loved me, he would never do horrible things to trick me into loving him the way he wanted. A good man, a real man, would just tell me how he feels. So that we could both evaluate if I was the woman for him. And sometimes, after evaluation, breaking up is the best conclusion.

That long realization is why I’m no longer a fan of sex buddies for my life. Lonely men who are between relationships having sex with lonely women who are between relationships might not be such a good thing. Not saying that it should never be experienced. But, there should be more thought put into it before getting involved with someone.  I do not feel anyone should be manipulated into being something they are not. Nor, should they feel bad about who they are. If a man or a woman has an idea of the kind of mate they really want, they should talk to the other person they are getting involved with to see if they can live up to expectation.  Especially, if they start off as  fuck buddies.  A lonely person who hasn’t had the attention he or she has wanted, shouldn’t try to make a sex buddy that perfect someone out of desperation. And that’s what happens. When someone has been alone for a while and someone gives them sexual attention and affection, their decision vision gets a little blurry. They try to force that love they’ve desired. But you can’t force love.  As light and thoughtless as it may seem, the sex buddy situation, is more complicated.  Jeez! Age, experience , and wisdom makes me see things totally different now


The Trojan Wars (Janet)


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Well well well it’s been a while since I’ve written a blog. I’ve been too busy living life and focusing on my relationship with Green-Eyes. Sexually, we’ve explored every fantasy we’ve come up with. But, something has been on my mind. A new fantasy but extremely risky. Green-Eye’s brother has moved in with him for a while. And, I’m starting to find myself infatuated with him. The other morning, I forgot he was in the apartment. I went to the bathroom topless and in my panties. He saw me while standing in the kitchen. When I realized he was watching me, I stood in the bathroom doorway so he could get a full glance of my body. He smiled and whispered “damn you’re sexy Janet.” I wanted him to come to me, grab me by the neck, bend me over the sink, and fuck me. I got so wet. I went back into the bedroom and left the door open. While Green-Eyes was sleeping, I pulled the covers back and put him into my mouth. I wanted his brother to hear him moan.I wished he would’ve walked into the room and took me from behind.

I’ve always wanted to have a threesome with two men. I know a few of my girlfriends have tried it. They say it’s was a fabulous experience. But, to want my lover and his brother? I don’t know how Green-Eyes would react. I don’t want to lose him. And, I don’t want to cause problems between him and his brother. I hope to quickly get over this lust for him. What if we find ourselves alone? I don’t trust myself. I’ve imagined him deep inside me. I wonder if he is as good as Green-Eyes. Could he make me orgasm like his brother does? Even if Green-Eyes wouldn’t allow him to fuck me, I hope he’ll let him lick my pussy.

My fantasy is out now. I’ll have to deal with the consequences of my man reading this. Thanks Emmanuelle for giving me time to make the decision to post this.


The Big Dick Epidemic

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Dear Diary,

I know it’s been a while since we’ve last talked. I
apologize. I have a confession to make. Lately, I’ve put you on the back burner
because I’ve been enjoying a secret passion of mine. I don’t know how to tell
you this. Mhhmmm it’s going to be hard in more ways than one. It’s very very
difficult to break this to you, since I’ve only told king. Well.….. I kinda
didn’t tell him in English that most can understand. It was more like moans and
groans. Or, you could call it, loud screams  and heavy breathing

Oh fuck it! I’m just gonna come out and admit it……

Diary, you see, I’m addicted to big dicks.. Look ok! I know!
I know!  A woman should never let the
dick get the best of her. We made that agreement a long time ago

But, please, please…..
try to understand my dilemma. I can’t get enough. It is  fucking wonderful
with a capital C! OMG! Every time I open my legs to my lover, its gets better
and better. I can feel every inch of the huge luscious shaft in every curve of
my body. I try to be a good girl, and take every long thick inch. It’s outrageous,
how my man mixes stamina with girth and length. Jeez! I’m surprise my eyes
are not stuck in the back of my head and my voice isn’t completely lost.

It’s an epidemic. Dicks of large proportion are taking over
the nation. Women, especially me, are becoming stone cold addicts. Why just the other day my poor lover, had to go shopping for all new pants. It’s all my fault. I feel horrible…..Well, I couldn’t help myself..I have to have it. I’ve ripped the crotch of every pair of slack he has. I needed my fix

Oh how deep he goes….I have every intention of being
obedient and staying still. However, the harder and harder he strokes, the more
my back arches and my ass lifts in the air. I think he finds pleasure in making
me beg for mercy. Hell, I think I want to beg and plead from him to never stop.
My body shakes and I know I experience multiple orgasms each time.

Diary?? Diary? Are you still there? I know we made a vow to
never surrender. OOH but that shit is soo good. My life would be nothing if he
takes it away. It’s my motivation to behave. I find myself running home after
work, just to sit on that dick. And I like it firm and as stiff as it can get. Fully
erect. My man has pierced my heart. And, I fully surrender to his will.

I’m Emmanuelle Monet. And, for my king, I’m a D.J. A true big dick junkie.


So Far Away (Even bad boys need the support of their women)


I can see him now,

sitting in a chair in front of the fire place
after the shower to attempt to wash away his convictions
His head sinking into his hands
He is stressed out and
worried about the consequences of his actions
His world finally catching up to him
Contemplating his decisions.
Alone in the dark he sits

And me his woman, his support
so far away in my own world
Working towards my own success
Which he supports
even though he was against me leaving him again.
This is his time of need
and I’m not around to support him
How could I leave him lonely?
I should’ve been there
naked straddled across his lap
showing him how much I care
Kissing his lips
with my arms around him
Letting him know, that we will weather this storm together
And through it all, I’m by his side

But, alone in the dark he sits
My voice over the phone isn’t enough
My position in his life is so much more
He needs his woman
my body is his comfort
I should’ve been there
my legs wrapped around the back of that chair
with him deep inside of me
while he relaxes in my caress
whispering how much I love him
and everything will be ok
His head laying softly on my breast
Right there…
with him..
Is where I belong
given him strength

But, instead,
his love, his life
The one that claims to want to be his wife
is so far away

And he probably wonders why
I keep choosing to be so far away

(Special L.S. Guest Author) Moments in Making Love By Jazz


It’s in the moment that he touches me, his strong hands so tender, I feel his love – like electricity burning through my core. He kisses me and passion flares through each caress.

Like wildfire, the tension spreads through us, the longing for what is to come. His hands begin to grip me closer, harder, his strong arms envelope me as we begin to make love.

His body firm against me as we move to the ocean that is our love. I know, in the way he feels, the way he looks at me, we have found something special in each other.

We hold each other closer, reaching for more as we feel the explosion of our love in ways only we can know – for we long for each other, know each other in a way we could never know another – we become one.

In just one touch, we know what we feel for each other, in one touch we ignite passion in one another, in one touch we know we have found forever.

Jazz Lynn

The SLUT interviews …..My favorite moments in love making

It’s those times when I haven’t had sex an awhile. Work and maintaining life, can cause deprivation of pleasure. But, I welcome this. I like it when my body gets a chance to tighten up. My senses go dominant. They become unfamiliar to orgasms ..Mmmmhmm but when I finally kiss a man after a long hiatus, my body begins to flow like it’s the first time.  And his lips on my body, makes me tremble harder. The feeling is mind blowing because it feels like the initial introduction a virgin feels. He awakens my erogenous zone. I’m super sensitive to his touch. Even when we taste each other, it’s like tasting the most flavor cuisine for the very first time. My mouth can’t get enough. And, my clit is soft and vulnerable. It’s like pleasure is a silent victimizer, creeping up on the unexpected

It’s when. he is fully firm and erect, he opens my legs, and takes the very first thrust. OOOh that very first thrust is what a man is made of. It’s his strongest. He shows me right then, why I need a man. It’s so powerful, that even he feels it deeply. My back tenses up just a little. And at this time, I feel the most feminine. That stroke causes me to moan and passionately scratch his back for mercy. This is when a man claims his position as regulator of the world. Yes baby regulate this pussy! It’s a small portion of my life that I want to be nothing but a woman made for a man’s invasion. Soon the climax follows……this is my favorite part of making love~Emmanuelle Monet



It was during a rainstorm when I first laid eyes on you.

That’s where we first made love

And ever since then I can’t get enough of you

You wanted to own me

Completely control me
But not by bruises you conquered me
It was from the inside out.
You won over my passion by seducing my heart

You understood that I was free.

And you desired to enhance that.

I am so uninhibited with you

I am willing to do anything

Nothing brings me more satisfaction

Than to see pleasure in your eyes

So I keep giving you whatever you want

Whether we are in a public or in private

I give in to you

You taught me how all the stares could give the maximum high

So I let them watch us

You made me experience another female touch

And I realized that I am freak.

I am no longer ashamed of that

I’m out

You make me see myself naked

I am now obsessed with my nudity

I am scholar of eroticism and you the teacher

I love it when you lay back and watch me make myself flow.

You explained that was a necessity, for my own personal growth.

And just to think I was locked away.

Shell shocked


But now I am rescued

With you I can admit I am weak


And you bring me to my knees

I am content with kneeling there

my fantasies are exposed

You had your hand in that.

You are my muse

The very sex my orgasms are made of

They are produced by every move of you

You’ve reached the deepest part of me

repeatedly breaking down my walls

sending vibrations through my body

My thighs shake

And soon I am flying free

Unbound by rules

Released from restriction

My pleasure no longer depends on the permission of another.


You’re not afraid of who I am

With us there is no fear

I am everywhere and you are right beside me

Your dreams I make come true

Your demands I execute

and I like it

This is what I’ve always wanted to be



Free- spirited