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’ve been out of commission for the past few weeks excessively working and spending time with family. Me being me, I happened to run into this tall green-eyed cyclist in Starbucks while searching for a quick remedy to keep me awake. I tried to have a civilized conversation with him but my mind was drifting into the dirty zone. As he talked about his love of skiing in Colorado, I couldn’t help but to envision straddling and riding his face like a snowboard. It’s been a couple of weeks since I’ve had a wild sex night. There have been the occasional quickies; but they never keep me satisfied for long. The more we talked the warmer and anxious I felt. I had a major case of the hornys and he was definitely worth a coochie coupon for a future late night rendezvous. Thank God my little sister ran an interception, because my V couldn’t take it anymore. We exchanged numbers to meet up soon; and I hurried out of Starbucks in need of a joint on a cold balcony.

After two weeks and a million phone conversations later, he asked me out for dinner; and of course I said yes. He is a very smart guy. If I was looking for love, he would be a winner up. But, the only thing on my mind was getting him back to my place for dessert. He’s been here since Thursday night. The sex is fantastic!  Cyclists have incredible stamina! His body is fucking hot and his dick is perfect. Long and pink, just the way I like them.  Wait until he meets all the girls. I might be willing to share. Btw ladies, I will call you soon. I’m a little busy at the moment! wink

I Don’t Want to Sleep with You

As a description
I would not use the word crush
For a crush could be the preliminary to love
Its more like infatuation and lust
Between us
So to better define the event
I would use in a sentence
or phrase
Fuck
Suck
Pussy
Taste
Lick
Cum
Dick
Eat
Spits
Ass
Tits
Harder
OOh yeah hit that shit
Go deeper
Fuck me
Not yet
Sixety nine
From behind.

Regardless of the clever or creative advance I use,
I would never ask you “Do you wanna sleep w/me?”
Because sleeping together is apart of
the aftermath of making love
And I have no plans of resting in your arms after I work your body~EM

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

My vagina and I are not speaking. She is  fed up with me and my bullshit! She can’t take any more so so sexcapades and she really hasn’t been happy since we made the big move 3 years ago to Boca Raton.  Yes Mr. Chicago handles business but my Va- juhge  needs a local service. She gets hungry late nights and wants to call for delivery. However, there hasn’t been any top quality delivery services if you get what I’m saying. For those slow people, she needs to be seriously fucked on a weekly basis. And let’s not mention that horrible phase when  I was into hobbit fucking. Along with most of my friends, she will not let me forget about my nasty fetish for abnormally short men.

Ever since I turned 30, my sex drive is in over drive. I might be getting older but my need for hot kinky sweaty sex is stronger than ever. Hell there might one day be snow on the mountain top, but there will always be fire in the valley. I usually can control Miss V. with my trusty J.R. (jack rabbit) but my depressed vagina will not give him the time of day lately. She wants to cheat on him as much as possible.  I don’t want her to be worn out so I won’t let her come out to play but once or twice a month. She still has her youthful constriction and I want her to stay that way. Nobody wants grandma bottomless abyss! And I definitely don’t want her to catch something that she can’t get rid of from some weirdo I met in a night club. Yeah night clubs are like playgrounds. You can let your kitty play but you never know what she might catch from the others playing . There’s never been a trace of illness, she is extremely healthy. Every year, she passes her physical with flying colors. A girl has to be extremely cautious these days.

Queen V is really a bitch. I mean the mood swings she causes me to have. One minute I’m happy and laughing, the next minute I’m ready to throw myself off the balcony. She makes me crave chocolate all day long. I have chocolate chip cookies stashed under my bed. She instigates arguments, causing me to go off on people and most of the time I’m ready to kill.  Especially when I finally get the nerve to call a friend who promises to help us out and we make the trip over to his house wee hours in the morning; but when he starts trying to have a meaningful conversation for more than 10 minutes, she throws a nasty fit. I have to hear her snide comments “yeah only you would try to fuck Mr. Motor Mouth Magee who wants to blah blah blah on and on at 3 a.m. Fucking idiot!” Finally I seduce him enough to put something in her to shut her up for at least 15 minutes. But I can count on the bitch’s remarks afterwards “that’s it? You brought me way over here for that shit? I could’ve stayed home!” And please don’t let me have an incident where I run into a small penis. She just laughs like “for real,  you gotta be kidding me! What in the fuck am I supposed to do with that?” Oh and let’s talk about the encounters with the younger men. I can hear her now like ” little boy I have panties older than you!” And she doesn’t like her behavior to be spread all over the city; and younger men talk a lot!

Janet recommends a joint or two to calm her down. She says it works for her Vah- JJ between sex sessions. At this point, I’m willing to try anything. I’ve generally use alcohol, but the effect wears off way too fast. What’s a girl to do with a delinquent rebellious coochie that has decided to go on strike until situations improve? She won’t even negotiate. She’s behaving like a real cunt!  I understand her depression, she feels as if we are at the age where we should only be with the best. The substitutes are useless. And the good men that know how she likes it, I can’t get along with because they want to own her; and my pussy doesn’t like to be bossed around.

My cooch does all the shopping and test driving. My heart and mind take her opinion very seriously. If she doesn’t like it, then 9 times out of 10 neither will they. Honestly my cooch is like a door man at the hottest club in the city. If she doesn’t like you and won’t let you in; then you’ll never get to dance or romance my emotions. I’m looking for the full package now a days, even for friendship. Hopefully we can end this drought of unhappiness soon or it might just be the end of my sanity!

I  miss love

So badly That last night

I set my bed on fire

It was sexless and lonely

So I felt it should no longer be subjected to misery

I slept in the ashes hoping to experience

Something

I’m to blame

My loveless existence is my own self infliction

I’ve replace the feeling of ecstasy between my thighs

With irrelevant games of chase

sarcastic hellos

and witty goodbyes

I remember Fridays night

When the chase ended with

intoxicated bedroom behavior

I just barley exist

 I’ve lost my attraction to the dick

I’ve  forgotten the art of  making love

Or

fucking even

There is a drought this season.

No signs of summer rain

Just boys of summer

Who are clueless to the concept of pleasing a woman.

All the city has to offer

What’s a wild night

When love is missin

It’s funny to me how  people see an older single woman and think she’s unhappy because she is not married with babies so that’s why she is out late partying and having promiscuous sex. The world is a stereotyping son of a bitch! For me that’s not the case. I got married a 19 to a college educated man who put a 2.5 carat platinum ring on my finger, we had a nice home in GA, were well respected and loved, and money came in the groves. However, I wasn’t happy at all. I was miserable because it wasn’t what I wanted. I realized that as I got older. It’s sad it took 8 years to figure out what I wanted and who I was. But shit, you live and learn.

When I think about happiness, I think of those times I can wake up at 12 a.m., get all dolled up, and hit the hottest Miami club; I can have a couple of drinks and dance all night. I walk out the house with nobody asking me a bunch of stupid questions or telling me I can’t go out because that’s not what married women do. When I think of happiness I think of flying in and out of town, hanging with my girls flirting with the guys, or just chilling with a friend laughing my ass off. See no where in there did I say anything about marriage or babies. I love my freedom period! I love making my own decisions and being my own woman with my daddy’s last name. When I leave the club after dancing and laughing all night, I feel rejuvenated and free; like I just won a million dollars. When I see people having a good time all around me and losing themselves to the music, that’s when I’m at peace.

Only thing that has been making me miserable are the people I’ve been surrounding myself with. These wannabe Dr. Phils who’ve never been married and think they know everything. You can’t label every woman. Or, make it where her happiness depends on a man. That’s not me! I’m so tired of people telling me what I want. Because what I want, is for people to shut the fuck up and worry about their own lives and leave me the fuck alone. I’m only upset when I keep getting the lecture from these fake conservative prudes who are really unhappy themselves in their own relationships. Who still have to smoke weed and shit to deal with life even with the babies and the husbands. And what really pisses me off are these men who give me this pity speech and offer to give me a baby. Ooh the shit turns me fire red; some mother fucker in front of me offering to take away my freedom.  Like ” too bad nobody wants to marry you but I’ll give you a baby because I know deep down that’s what you want”. Huh no you fucking idiot! That’s not the case.  All this shit has been turning me into a real bitch. Because they won’t stop and I have to spit fire for them to back off. I get into horrible fights with people about living my own life. Wtf? These people always have an opinion like I need their friendship. Huh no the fuck I don’t! I’m a person who will support my friends no matter what decisions they make and I look for that same thing in return. But I won’t take attitude to keep a friend. I will give them their walking papers!

This speech these idiots keep giving me about maturity. Being mature is about getting married and having kids. No!  Most people who have children I think are immature as fuck! To me a mature person is a person who says “no I’m not ready yet!”  When they do get married, they have thought it out and made a logic decision. It’s a lot of work and dedication that goes into marriage and I don’t have the energy for that. It’s scare the shit out of me really.

Do you know how good it feels to wake up every day not having to deal with cooking and cleaning all the time, mother in laws and brother in laws, family outings, and catering to a man? Day in and day out the same ole fucking thing!  Do you know how exciting it is to live spontaneously?  To do whatever you want when you want with no explanation?  It’s amazing. I don’t look at other married women and envy them , I pity them; because I know what they are going through.  Because I don’t have the stress of the household in my life, my sex drive is outrageous. I’m horny all the time! Most girls my age are frigid or too exhausted from working and taking care of home; that they are not even thinking about the nasty things they could do with their partner! See that’s real marriage honey. I rather be a sexy little vixen than Joan Clever any day!

I don’t need drugs, just a little booze. But, the party life does make me happy. I don’t party every day. Sometimes I go a month or two without going to a club at all. But what keeps a smile on my face, is knowing the option is there; that I can roll over at 2 a.m. and get dressed to go out with nobody objecting. I just want to live not be confined by vows or traditional expectations. One day it will happen again, I know it. But I’m not rushing to go back down the aisle any time soon.

In this candle lit room. I welcome you

I am your best

And every time you need to journey

you call on me

The weariness of being

leads you to my door

I will undress you

slowly I unbutton your shirt

And then the rest

My face pressed against your thighs

so smooth and sweet

I listen to you exhale

And the stress disappears into the darkness

I lay you down

even though you never want to give me all your affection

I know you

I’m all you will ever need

Its so warm

I pour the oil down your back and then your legs

back and forth the rhythm of our bodies collide

To the music

We are slow dancing

My hands massage the curves of your back

My nose sliding down your calves

as I kiss each portion of your aching body

I feel your beauty against my fingertips

I love taking care of you

and  telling you all the things you need to hear

I know this is why you return to me

You come back to me over and over

This life takes its toll on you

I will always give to you.

I will be by your side

I will never impose on you

Never ask for too much

I’m simply your escape.

I’m the breeze that blows

The ocean that soothes

I’m your high

Let me expand into your veins

Flowing freely

Breathe into me

And exhale

I don’t have a problem dating ladies men. As you can tell by reading my previous blogs, I’m going through that stage where I just want fun friends to hang out with. And, I don’t believe in searching for Mr. Right. I believe in living in the present and appreciating the excitement of Mr. Right Now. And when destiny decides, it will send Mr. Right in my direction at the right time. Everyone goes through stages at different periods. Unfortunately, most of my 20s I was married; so I didn’t get to experience the young life until I was 25. Hell I didn’t even have my first drink until then. I had one taste of the South Florida party life and I was hooked. Thank God I’m stubborn as a mule and strong minded, because everything that’s bad is easily to be obtained here. I just want to go out, get my drink on, and dance dance dance! And every now and then get my freak on. Some women are not happy unless they have boyfriends or husbands. I get it and that’s ok if that’s how they are. But, I’m enjoying my freedom stage and honestly I don’t know when I will give it up. This shit is too much fun to go back to being a wife.

That’s where the ladies man comes in. Yes I like the guys who love an assortment of women. I think it’s sexy when a man loves ALL the ladies. I watch these movies where the guy goes out with different chicks. He can charm the most elegant woman to the plain Jane woman; even the smart gals want him. It looks fun and exciting how suave and charming he is. Like James Bond’s smooth ass. Yeah He really knows how to get into a girl’s panties without making her feel like a cheap ho! But the problem is reality. There are not enough smooth ladies men in the world. Where are the dudes who know how to romance a woman right into the bedroom and get between them legs? Why is it most men are like a vile disgusting rap song? Ho this and ho that. Suck my dick bitch. Just because a woman doesn’t want to be a wife with babies doesn’t mean she wants to be talked to like a skank! Jeez! As much fun as I am, I’ve closed down shop because I yet to find a “playa” who has the gentlemen concept down.  Most men are rude and disrespectful which gets them no where and most of the time the sex they have is so so. And they gossip like bitches. But that’s another blog I’ve already written.

They only women who fall for them are these girls with low self -esteem who just want the cute popular guy to pay them attention. Not me! I gives two shits about Mr. Popular. Most of the time, I can’t stand him because he doesn’t know how to wow a real woman. The girls do all the work for him. He can’t even take fun rejection without getting angry and running off with his feelings hurt like a school girl. I real playa finds a smart mouth women to be a challenge. He doesn’t get mad or run away. He just steps up his game. Also, a real playa is cool, calm and relaxed. He rarely gets upset and always has a smile on his face. What’s there to get upset about when you have beautiful ladies at your beckon call? There is good and bad that comes with every lifestyle. He will have his troubled moments. That’s life! He can finesse his way out of any situation. He is still very masculine, independent, and dominating but gentleman like. You catch more lady bees with honey instead of vinegar.

I repeat myself constantly about my hate of the machismo assholes who think men should only be allowed to play while women sit around and wish for husbands to come rescue them; and fill them with screaming babies and house duties. Fuck that! These are the only men I fight with. If a woman thinks enough of a man to sleep with him, he should appreciate it; and get lost in the beauty of the moment. He doesn’t  worry about who she’s seeing other than him; especially if he has no intentions on being monogamous with her. That’s the problem with living in a place with a South American influence. The tradition is, women are faithful play things and men do all the playing. Well I’m an equal opportunity North American. And anything men can do, I can do better!

I like those men who see women equally; who understand that sometimes a woman just needs the occasional wine, dine, dance and fuck! A good playa knows women work just as hard to bring home the money to support themselves. So if he can get next to a woman, he is going to make it the best time of her life; and not be some boring schlep! He knows how to sweet talk her and he is always full of compliments. Women love to be told how hot and sexy they are. If a man pays attention to a woman’s hair, shoes, perfume etc. then she will melt like sugar. The guys I’ve been getting involved with are these full of shit brats who know they have many women; but they get off on making women fall in love with them to break their hearts. And when a woman doesn’t fall for it, they try to ruin her reputation; making her out to be some kind of cheap easy lay. Yeah I know how to pick’em! You know a man is a loser when he still thinks a woman performing oral sex on him is a big deal enough to brag about. Now that’s not a playa at all! Real sophisticated ladies men don’t think of oral sex as the exception. It’s just ordinary sex to them.  And if eating a lady’s pussy is what makes her have a wild, crazy, mind blowing orgasm, that’s what he’ll do. He feels his main job is to make her smile and her panties wet every time she thinks of him. Ooh it’s nothing like having a body chilling flash back at the most inappropriate time. When he calls her, shes excited and anxious to do whatever he wants. Every other man she might curse out and give attitude, but when the ladies man walks into the room he gets the V.I.P. treatment. His nasty freaky sex game is unstoppable. Ooh I just love a man that can make me scream. He says the nastiest things but only at the appropriate times. He is respectable and confident. He demands his women to be respected in public.

I can go on and on about my want for a ladies man. But this isn’t the 1950’s where men like Frank Sinatra and Dino ruled the masses. Now women have gotten use to the classless male population. Yuk!. It scares my freak into remission! I rather sit home and watch the characters that are written to lady charming perfection.

 His Pants

When I think of him

I think of his pants sweeping his thighs

The caressing of the silk

Relaxes him

Then

the material surrounds his length

Touching further the tip of his shaft

The wind blows

Making it grow

And roll back & forth

As he walks

it rises and hardens

making love to the seams

Damn I wish I was his pants