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Mutual Lovers He lay with whom ever he chose to many of times with numbers soaring high And he wore it proudly like a game jersey His sexuality expanded from continent to continent His bedroom filled with tales of the … Continue reading
I like it when we get lost on some exotic ocean front hideaway island after an argument. He’s going to punish me for being disobedient. He grabs me by the hair and strips off my clothes, except my panties. I lay across his lap and wait for my punishment. He firmly slaps my ass wanting me to cry out. Then, he slides my panties down and grabs the strawberry flavored oil.He knows how much I like it when he rubs the sticky warm sensation all over my ass. He slaps it hard again. I cry out, but beg him to continue. There is pleasure in every painful strike. He then lays me across the bed. With my back arched and my ass in the air, he drizzles the oil down my back; then, between my ass cheeks. He watches as it falls between my lips. He continues to rub the oil all over my body as he begins to kiss my cheeks. Then his tongue samples the mix of the strawberry flavor and my clit. I’m in ecstasy but I’m anxious to return the favor.
Every time we disagree, my taste buds crave him. I push him away and grab the oil. He stands waiting on my next move. I start at his chest, following the trail of the the strawberry flavor with my tongue until I end up on my knees. I take him into my mouth quickly with a firm grip; over and over gain. Then, pull him out slowly. I won’t let him cum. No….Not yet! I rub him all over my breast. I rise from my knees and push him on to the bed. I climb on top of him backwards and force my way back into is mouth. We taste each other at the same time. I feel myself slipping away into a climax. But, I’m determined to cum while he is inside me. I quickly change positions. I straddle him in reverse, so he can look at my ass shining. I want him to see how his enters me. It feels so good as he keeps tapping my spots. I shake my ass and slide up and down. I scream his name, holding back, so we can climax together. He swells and throbs, the faster I ride. He can’t hold it any longer, neither can I. ……………………………..Breathe in ………….Breathe out………………I’m cumming awh awh …..I love you
I used to have those days when I used to sit back and think of past relationships. This was the preking era of my life. I would talk about it with friends. Not, because I wanted old boyfriends or fuck buddies back, it was because I was mad with myself for even getting involved. I used to get super pissed every time I think about the bad sex I used to have. But when I met the king, things changed for me. The first time we made love,( which I’ve never written about) and the first time he held me in his arms; I realized it was time for me to let go of the anger. I realized how much I didn’t care about anybody before him. I did things or said things to previous men either to sleep with them or to play with their emotions. But I didn’t care from them. If I cared, then I wouldn’t have treated them the way I did. I never really made any efforts to keep them. Always secretly wishing other women would come along to get them the fuck out of my face. I could never love any man that tried to keep me confined or criticized who I was as a person. I was happy with me and all my wildness. I just had to find a man that loved me the same way. And, I did just that!
True, talk of all the horrible boyfriends and terrible sex, is good for business. Everyone likes to read about the craziness of ex relationships. And for entertainment purposes, I don’t mind telling the stories. But personally, at home when it was he and I, I never wanted to talk about situations that could ruin our time we spent together. Honestly J or I, never waste our time concerning men we have no interest in sleeping with especially old boyfriends or just friends for that matter. What’s done is done. And, I don’t want any loser from my past to think that him or his shitty sex is worth me talking about and reliving over and over again. However, if its a topic that’s blog worthy, we will write about it; no questions asked. But, we do not bring that into our personal life once we sign off of L.S. work. We are too busy making love, getting sexier (if that’s even possible), and having the time of our lives.
I’ve learned that people that I don’t get along with and can’t see in my life, should be given their walking papers quickly. No need to drag it out or try to work on a friendship/relationship that doesn’t exist. There is no reason for me to settle the score, keep up with them, or wish harm to them. Because that means I care and that’s definitely not the case. “Cut them off sharply and never look back” like Janet always says. “Just goodbye and good writtens!”
Great sex needs all my attention. I’d rather have my mouth full of one of my new cuties than talk about some dude I wouldn’t fuck again with someone else’s pussy. And, I’m telling the honest truth, that I’ve been fucking my brains out from Manhattan to Brooklyn. I know my lovers will laugh when they read this, since this is the only time they get a chance to learn about my past. When we are together, there are more important things for them to focus on; like my clit!
I’m sitting at the bar, trying to avoid green-eyes. I watched my phone spend around vibrating while my guilty conscience got the best of me. I won’t answer because I can’t bring myself to tell him about the photo session I had last night with a well- known Manhattan photographer. I’ve tried to keep my word to my green-eyed lover. I promised him I would give up any other male lovers I had. But, how was I to know this was going to happen?
This certain photographer has offered to shoot me a couple of times in the past. I usually turned him down knowing that he wanted more than a photo session. However, I was in desperate need of new photos for my portfolio. Most models would give their lives for a shoot with him. I thought I could handle his advances. Things started off great. We managed to get some really good shots in his loft. We worked for an hour before deciding to take a wine break. The conversation was friendly, until we drank half of the second bottle of Grigio. With each sip, he became sexier and sexier. He moved in closer and started kissing my neck. He begin to unbutton my pants and I let him. He picked me up and placed me on my knees on the kitchen counter.He moved my panties to the side and put his tongue deep inside me. His tongue moved back and forth on my clit. I have to admit how good it felt. The spontaneity of the moment turned me on. He picked me up again and carried me over to the sofa, where he continued licking my pussy all night until I feel asleep.
I woke up this morning feeling horrible. I don’t know if green eyes will forgive me this time. We are trying to be in a serious commitment. How is he ever going to trust me again? Especially, in an industry like this where everyone tries to sleep with the models. I’ve never felt this remorseful in my life
I walked around the kitchen in nothing but my pink panties with L.S. on the crotch; They are his favorite pair. It was Thursday night, our weekly private night. It’s only been a couple of weeks, but we can’t stay away from the verbal manuscript we recite every time we meet. I open the wine as Cesaria Evora sings Besame Mucho in the background. In the small hot secret uptown apartment with wooden floors, I listen to his theories and ideas regarding sexuality. He takes a hit of the joint he rolled and every concept he expresses touches me deeper and deeper. His sex speech raises the degrees in the tiny space. I’m fully turned on and getting wetter the more he speaks. Finally, I sit down close to him and lay my head on his shoulder.I whisper, “I wouldn’t have imagined a law student that I met downtown in the financial district, would thrill me like you have.” He takes another hit of the joint, lays his head back on the couch and closes his eyes. We sat in silence trying our hardest not to give into the sexual energy that filled the room.
I lose myself in the memory of our first night together. He revealed to me his obsession with erotica. The way opening a woman’s legs and staring at the most vulnerable sacred part of her body was his favorite pastime. That’s all he could imagine in his mind all day long. It was around 2 a.m. when he first invited me to the small loft. In the beginning we talked about life and our mutual love for Manhattan. It wasn’t until I grew tired and he offered to lay down in bed next to me, that we exposed our true selves. His hands moved up and down my thighs, discovering the absence of my panties. “I must be honest with you, I’m an extremely sexual man,” he said ” I love pussy, everything about it. I can’t keep my eyes off of it when it’s in my presence.” I asked him to look at mine. “I’ve wanted to since the day I met you” he responded. “I knew when I watched you pass, that you would have a tasty pussy. Open you legs and let me see.” I watched his eyes, the way my pussy impressed him. “Damn the perfection of woman,” he said. “I can’t enough of those lips. The sweetness all over my tongue and my hands.” He licked his lips causing me to flow stronger. My thighs shaking, I caressed my breast as he continued. “ How can a man turn his back on a woman? Look at your body, how soft your are. It’s like my reason to be on this earth, is to be inside you. Fucking you, making love to you. Taking you to heaven under me. I like to take my time and lay there inside and just meditate on the feeling of a woman tightly around my dick. Have you experienced in orgasm?” “Yes,” I responded. “ How long did it last? Were you gracious enough to let the man know that you appreciated him, by moaning aggressively,”He asked. “I always scream when I have an orgasm,” I answered. “I can’t hold back. He must know how I feel” He then rubbed his hands betweens my thighs” “Damn you’re tight!” he said “How often do you make love?” “Not enough!” I answered. “Keep it that way,” He smiled. “Tight body and a tight pussy, keeps a happy man. You still have a prize to give him. Tell me, when you have a man you’re in love with and you get on your knees for him, do you suck him until you completely drain him? Do you make sure he is satisfied?” “Of course I do. He is my first priority,” I responded. “ I like how open you are. You don’t seemed to be afraid to show yourself to me.” He added “I think all women should be as open sexually as you are.”
………………….to be continued
It all happened one night hanging out a R.D.V., when he introduced himself . I’ve never been interested in athletes. But, this one seemed to be very sweet and definitely sexy. We started out with texting each other and talking on the phone. Bit by bit I found out that he was all man. Without me telling him anything about myself, he was making all the moves I like. Sexy texts and compliments are his specialty. When we would meet up, he was very respectful but sexual. I liked the way he touched me and how he took control; never abusing the power I gave him. I was taking my time with him. I wanted to make sure he was the right one to break my no sex vow. I wanted to open my legs to someone who knew what he was doing. Also, I wanted a man with a personality that was compatible to mine. New York hadn’t been a disappoint yet. I wasn’t going to start off in a new city, getting involved in a bad situation with a horrible lay. The first night he dropped me off after hanging out, he kissed me and held me in his arms. I’ve learned to appreciate a good kisser. That’s one of the signs of a good man. His kiss should make a woman’s knees shake.
I felt comfortable with him. He made me feel so beautiful and attractive. It was easy talking to him about what I liked sexually. He loved my curvy body. I trusted him enough to send those secret dirty pics that he likes.He was the fist thing on my mind when I woke up. And, the last person I spoke with before I went to sleep at night. I made him wait long enough to make love. Besides, I was so horny. It had been almost a month since the king went back to Florida. And, I couldn’t keep holding on to him and torturing myself . My new new, was a major temptation He was smoothly talking me out of my panties. I wasn’t holding out any longer. I agreed to meet him for that special night. He never really bragged about his sex game. I didn’t know what to expect from a Brooklyn dude. Now, I had never been to Brooklyn before I met him. But , I heard the stories about these rough barbarians. How was I to know I was messing with one of it’s kings.
When he finally got me alone and naked, his took control just the way a man was suppose to. I love when a man tells me how to please him. I want to make sure I’m doing it right to keep him coming back. His naked body got me so wet. His dark muscles and his tattoos made me submit to his will. I couldn’t tease him any longer. I was his and he had me under his control. Damn, his thrust was so powerful like a champion. I watched him perform in the mirrors on the ceiling and walls surrounding the bed. It was like watching our own private movie. It was my chance to act out my porn star fantasy. I studied those movies and now it was time for me to practice what I learned. He wouldn’t let me close my eyes. He wanted me to watch what he was doing to me. How he was stroking me so deep. I had to cry out , scratch ,and claw. I’ve always liked when a man whispers in my ear when he makes love to me.
He wouldn’t stop. He was going to make sure I knew he was a king. He made me declare him my new conqueror. And, he was willing to put in the hours to gain that title. After an hour of the most passionate aggressive sex, my pussy gave me no other choice but to surrender to a new ruler. “Am I the new king?” He asked. “Yes!” I screamed. The flash backs this man causes. I can be walking down the street and all of sudden, I start trembling. Yes, that’s when you know you had that good dick. After we made love, he is still just as sweet as he was before. I smile every time he texts me. I find myself anxious to see him. He is a good mix of street and class. He is educated and super intelligent; But he still gives me that roughness when I need it.
I’m too caught up in learning Manhattan to say I’m falling in love. This city has changed the game completely. And, I still have feelings for my lover back in Florida. My heart still skips a beat when ever I think about him. But, my new home is Brooklyn. All hale the new king.
Finally, I’m out dating. I’m feeling good with the guys I’ve allowed in my life. I’m enjoying their company. I think they feel the same way since we talk on the regular. Still, I haven’t let anyone in my bedroom yet. I’m going through a crazy phase of not desiring sex. It’s weird and unusual for me. The men I’m dating are really attractive. They assured me that I would be pleasured, if I invite them over. Yes, I’m sure, I’ll like it. They are the sweetest men. So I know I won’t be disappointed with whom ever I chose. I‘m a sexual woman with a vast erotic imagination; I dream sensual fantasies walking down the street. But, I haven’t made any attempts to make love to some lucky man.
Even though I’m taking a sex pause, I’m still making sure the body is looking tight. The kegel exercises, are in full effect. I still keep my ritual for silky smooth skin. I still wear my pretty panties. This is a just a small vacation to make sure that my new lover is just as good as the one I left behind. I never want to go back to where I was before I met the king. I want to live in happiness every day. He set a high standard.
Crying from heartbreak isn’t my thing. But, after walking into Kiss and Fly on Friday night and catching my green-eyed lover holding another woman; I nearly went insane. I agreed to an open relationship. However, I don’t want to see him with women in places we mutually hang out at. Wtf was he thinking? I approached the girl and told her to take her hands of my man. I didn’t mean for things to get out of hand.We don’t believe in fighting with other women about men. But, I was fucking pissed. This woman and I exchanged words when I pushed him out of anger. Emmanuelle, pushed her down because she doesn’t like anyone screaming at me.Thankfully, we didn’t go to jail. My girl always has my back. Green-eyes made me leave the club with him. I couldn’t hold back the tears during the taxi ride home. Poor Elle, we left her at the club. But, I knew she understood.
“I love you, and I didn’t realize how much it would hurt me to see you with someone else,” I told him. “Oh really, how about the men I’ve been hearing about Janet,” He screamed. “You can do whatever you want to, and I’m supposed to wait around for you right?” “I’m sorry, but I love you,” I responded. With tears in my eyes, I undressed him. I wanted him inside of me; it makes me feel like he belongs to only me. “That’s all you want from me right, to fuck you all the time?” He said. He picked me up and carried me to the bedroom. “I’m in love with you Janet! You keep playing games! What do you expect me to do?” He said. “I don’t know,” I cried. “I’m in love with you too” “You need to make up your fucking mind. I’m not going to keep waiting around for you,” he responded.”You know I don’t want any other girl.But, do you love me enough to be with only me Janet?” “I know I love you. I don’t feel like this with any other man,” I responded “Please fuck me!”
We made love for the rest of the night; and we stayed in bed all Saturday. I know that I have to make a decision regarding what I want from him. Do I want things to continue the way they are and risk losing him one day? Or, will I give him the relationship that he wants? I’m so confused right now.
Pain throws your heart to the ground
Love turns the whole thing around
No it won’t all go the way it should
But I know the heart of life is good~John Mayer
I know now, that I’m all woman. Because, I’ve realized since I’ve been in this city, I love for a man to be affectionate towards me. I’ve met several men, briefly we talk; and without any intimacy at all, they show major concern for me. I receive text after text, to make sure I’m in the house safely after a night out on the town. I’ve been around enough schemers to know if it’s sincere or not. And it’s been genuine.
This city surprises me, the amount of gentleman running these streets. They approach me sweetly and take me out on the town for a night of drinks and dancing. And, after a wonderful evening together, they walk me to my door, to make sure I’m in safely. They are protective, warm and considerate. And, I love that. Yes I confess it, I love for a man to act all protective over me. And the funny thing is, the more manly and respectful they act, the more feminine and sweet I become. It’s like total reverse Psychology on this hardcore, take care of myself, I’m just as strong as you are, feminist woman. Not once, have I felt like a piece of meat. Not once, have I been degraded and talk down to. I’ve been shown so much care and appreciation. I haven’t had to raise my voice since I’ve been here. I’m not angry or on the defensive. And the ones I allow to touch me at all, they are so gentle.They hold my hand and wrap their strong arms around me. It’s feels good
Who would’ve thought, I the strongest woman, that never wears my feelings on my sleeve; would become so submissive and loving towards men. I want to be cared about and respected from the first meeting. That very first contact and interaction, I want him to dream of holding my soft body close and sheltering me from the world. It’s a blessing to be a woman. And it’s truly extraordinary when a man sees you as a precious gift, that needs to be defended, caressed, and loved.
Call me crazy, but the influence of all my close friends being in healthy, genuine, relationships with people that really love them; is starting to wear off on me. After my previous lingering relationship, I realized I enjoy belonging to someone. It just has to be the right someone. I know that I’m not the easiest girl to be with because I’m really a different kind of woman. Most of us women say that, but it’s fact, that I am. What I’m asking for , it’s going to take a man with a strong sense of self , to deal with me. I love having my roomie Danny in my life, but I’m ready to be on my own again, with my own place, and my own man. I swear, the king really did something extraordinary to me. Danny has finally found a love of his own. I’m happy for him. He listened to my advice and found a girl that was a perfect match for him. Now, I’m ready again to do the same.
However, even though I’m looking for a man, I’m not into rushing anything. I’ve been through some horrible incompatible matches, I got to be with a men who can give me what I want; excitement, passion, luxury, and hot outstanding SEX all the time! I’m not a gold digger, but my lifestyle ain’t cheap, whether I’m paying for it or someone else is. I can’t be with another boring man after dating the king. He was so spontaneous. He would call me out of no where and whisk me off to an exotic location. Sometimes, we would pull over on the side of the road at night, and he would fuck me right on top of his Mercedes. I can’t stress enough the sex has to be unbelievable. The only way to trap this wild beast is with the right weaponry. I need a dude to grab me up and wear my back out. That’s why I’m not trying to have sex with a man lately. I want my cooch to be its most potent . When I let it simmer in it’s cage for a while, then release it; It can take a man out with one stroke! Haha My shit is legendary!
Seriously, I will admit my best sex is when I’m in love. And I like to be with one man I can trust, because I can unleash my real freak. Like, sending him naked pictures all day and telling how much I want him. Or, when he is out with the boys, I’ll send him a pic of my kitty as a reminder it belongs to him. You can’t do that kind of stuff with a fuck buddy. You can’t trust just any dude to keep your freak a secret. And if you’re a professional corporate woman, that kind of exposure could ruin your career. I don’t need my employer finding out I was screwing in the bathroom stall in a restaurant. Also, I like it when he hits my spots and I scream out “fuck your pussy baby! Yea only your dick can fuck this pussy!” Now, you can’t say that kind of ownership phrase to any man. Do you know how that plays with a man’s mind? If you don’t mean it and he finds out, he might try to kill you! Words are effective, let me tell yeah! You can’t play with people’s emotions without risking getting hurt.
Also, I don’t believe in having unprotected sex with a fuck buddy. You have to be careful these days because you never know who else a casual lover could be sleeping with. I want good sex without paying with my life.
I really enjoy being in love more than I ever thought I would. I like giving myself to one man and doing things to make him happy. I like saying,”this is my man.” I want him to be on my mind all day. Then, I run home to him so he can give me that good dick! Damn! What was I thinking, letting go of my perfect relationship? I haven’t stop crying since I left Florida almost 2 months ago. I went from making love 2 to 3 times a day to wonderful lonely Manhattan nights. Yes the men here are all over me. But, my pussy keeps reminding me, none of them can compare. I hope one day I’ll be able to say again, “ This belongs to you.”
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