After a long day of work, I needed a hot shower and my bed. My horniness persuaded me to call green-eyes  like usual. However, he was downtown and unavailable. I decided to use the new toys given to us for review. I closed my eyes, opened my legs, and drifted into an erotic fantasy. I’m anxious for tropical weather and hot beach sex. I used the exotic scene of the private bungalow in the keys to get me off. The more the vibrator stroked my spots, I thought about my girls lying on the beach, touching, while watching me and green-eyes making love in the water. He strokes me deep and hard while I stare at the shore. There, Emmanuelle lays on top of Sandra as they kiss. Their bodies grind together and I can hear them moan. When we vacation together, things turn extremely sensual; since we all share the same passion for sexual fulfillment and relaxation.

The new toys are pretty good. Thinking of sex in paradise while using my new 5 speed lover caused me to  climax quickly. I can’t wait to jump on a plane with my girls. It’s going to be quite an adventure. Be sure to check out our review of the new toys, on our new erotic site “The Kinky Peach” coming soon…

I walk in the room

and every room has a catwalk

The voices whisper

I hear the kitties

Talk

And you listen

watching

 with curiosity

Wondering

if that body

Is really all me

You know those titties are fake

Or maybe it’s just a bra

You know the ass is too

I think I know her doctor

And you listen

watching

with curiosity

Wondering

if that body

is really all me

The chatter

deep,

soft,

high and low

You know she probably is

(With that dark skin and long weave)

a stripper or a

Ho

And you listen

watching

with curiosity

Do I have any education

occupation

or is some man paying for me?

Here you go with the approach and

persuasion

to get me home

cause you will search for the truth

once we are alone

And I laugh silently

because I know you were

watching

quietly

with curiosity

I kinda like it

Looking to be entertained

so I play dumb

ignorant to your game

I’ve had a couple drinks

and we hang with the same gang

You think you’re a real panty droppa

so I act naïve and blame it all on the Redbull and vodka

See young one

I been there before

You think you know it all

because your 24

Maybe a little bit older by a couple of years

What are we waiting for

Let’s get out of here

 We get back to your place

and it tickles me so

That sneaky “I’m a big boy” look on your face

as soon as we walk through the door

I let you attack me

and feel in control

but you have no idea who you’re

playing with once my clothes hit the floor

I let you explore

to see if all the stories were true

That those silly little kids have been telling you

And Omg!

Can you believe

To your surprise

You find out the dumb young girls didn’t  know shit

It was all a pack of lies

That ass was real

And them plump tities too

The shit was mad tight

My smile is big and bright

cause you just didn’t have a clue

Still playing along

I allow you to continue

Now its time for the interrogation

And that’s when you learned that I paid for my own education

My own car

My own home

I can afford it

because of my occupation

Its ok

Keep asking

It’s cool

The lesson

For

Today

assuming

makes you a fool

Its time to grow up and be an adult

Because of your insecurity

and behind my back you talked about me

I don’t want you

As a result

I’m a woman

All day long

365

I don’t get involved in

Recess

I grew up along time

ago and put all the shit aside

That’s the kind of man I’ll be with

A king who sits

High

Wise

alone on his throne

Not some immature lil boy

that I met in a night club

who takes the advice

Of adolescence scrubs

Mornings arrived

Its time for me to go

R.I.P. curiosity

Cause now you know

what’s true

Now be a good boy

run and tell the crew!

I was taught by the women I was surrounded by growing up, that a woman has her own household where she is queen. She keeps her love affairs private and doesn’t get others involved. She breaks off from her family, when she gets into a relationship. And that’s what I’ve always tried to do. I’ve wanted it to be just my man and I.  We have our home and life. We spend a lot of time alone together, to build a solid foundation of trust and security. Yes, family and friends are important. But, in the beginning of a relationship, they need to back off for a while, to give the relationship a chance to mature.

My mother taught me how to be independent and have my own. She gave me the tools I needed to go off in the world and build my own empire. She never wanted her only child to stay under her and miss out on personal growth. So that’s what I did. I went out into the world and built my own empire. I had enough jobs to support myself and take care of my household. I kept my family and friends at a distance and out of my business. I never kept a lot of girlfriends around to betray me and take what I worked for.  Things were pretty good for me, I was a young woman with her own.  I wanted to be the type of woman that a man would be with because I never let my mother and father, run my life. I never let girlfriends persuade me about my relationships.

However, I wasn’t prepared for the men that being alone attracted. You see, there is a dark side that independent woman need to know about. It’s those men who see a woman alone and distant from her family as weak and vulnerable. These men see her as an easy target for abuse and mistreatment. If her family is not around, that means she hasn’t been taught anything, she is insecure, and she can be easily dominated. No one cares about her. A man can come in and do whatever he wants.  He can be cruel and no one will believe her because he rescued her from the loneliness of her life. But who the FUCK said I was lonely? They thought that I must have low self- esteem because I’m a loner. They assumed that I would become co-dependent and always need them. Ladies, don’t ever fall victim to co-dependency. It’s like the worst illness a woman can suffer from. Your life continues to go down hill because of your fear of being alone.

This happened to me repeatedly. Some piece of shit, who assumed that I had a bad relationship with my family and I couldn’t keep friends. He thought, I can do whatever whenever to her. She isn’t going to do anything because I’m the only person she has. But no, I’ve always maintained a relationship with my family. And well, girlfriends, I tell them what I want them to know.  I wanted a relationship where the man and I, built an unbreakable bound together first before we invited people into our relationship. But, what I got involved with were insecure men who were looking for someone that had no other choice but to put up with their bullshit constantly. You know those kind of men that say shit like “Where are you going to go? Nobody wants you.” But my reply was, “My mother always told me, that the most important love I will ever know, is the love for myself. I want myself and that’s enough for me.” Or, they would use the line, “If you don’t do it, another woman will. And you’ll be alone.” My response, “I  was taught to love myself so much, that I can be by myself. So that other bitch can have your sorry ass!”

Us independent girls that leave home and don’t have our fathers around all the time, have to be more selective. Because I’ve dated a lot of possessive, controlling, schemers that weren’t looking for a companion; they were looking for someone who they can own and dominate by any means necessary. And in the absence of my parents, they thought I was definite yes. But, they fail to realize I was raised to think for myself, fight to the finish, be my own woman, and never let anyone run over me. Especially, no low life man! Independence is where it’s at!

I stayed up again until 3 a.m. I underestimated the need for affection and intimacy. But, I want that from a person my heart truly desires. Someone I have compatibility with sexually and mentally. We have to be the same kind of people with the identical ways.  I want a person that’s strong and confident like me. Who believes that I care about them and I would never betray them. It’s hard every second of the day, trying not to run back to the king. But, I’m losing faith that I can find a man like that ever again.  Someone that truthful, drama free, with high self-esteem is hard to come by.

I want a dude that I can call to go with me to the museums, the plays, the high class clubs, and the park with the dogs. Yep, I really want a dog lover. I want a man that will go hiking, cycling, and swimming. But at the same time, can get really nasty in the bedroom all night long. I say it all the time, I live for passion and erotica. A quiet lover, who considers me and my feelings before doing something stupid.I know, I know, It  sounds like I’m searching for another God.

I want to wake up to sex all over the house in the morning. I was feenin last night for some 69 action. I’ve yet to fuck in Central Park.  Day after day, I feel as if I’m wasting away. My sex life is bland right now. It’s because I’m getting really cautious. I rather spend nights alone not having sex than be with someone that keeps me unhappy.Writing will be my outlet until I find the right men(yep plural). Hopefully things will get better soon before it dries out and closes up.

Night after night, I’m still having a hard time falling asleep. My memories keep me calm and persistent to save myself for the right lovers. I’m spending Monday evening, late night reminiscing about a friend of mine from Delray.  I used to watch this particular dude for months, when I hit Blue Martini Boca for ladies night. I was in an extremely toxic relationship so I never approached  him. And, I was kind of intimidated because he was that sexy. Oh yeah, sometimes I’m intimidated by men. I get all tongue tied and I start laughing uncontrollably. Sometimes they try to talk to me and I take off in the other direction. But, that’s a topic for another blog.

Finally one night when I was out with my horrible ex –boyfriend, I say him again. This time, I was so drunk, that I wasn’t going to let him pass. I walked up behind him and said something cute. Hell, to this day, I can’t remember. But, we exchanged numbers to meet up later on in the week. Blue-eyes text me the next day and we planned to go out that night. We hit this club called Deluxe and danced the entire night. We had this kind of sexual energy going on. I was drunk, hot, and bothered. I hated my ex and I needed a good secret buddy; blue-eyes was perfect.  So I asked him to take me to Delray Beach so we can go skinny dipping. Of course, he grabbed my hand and led me out the club to his car.

The dark sky and the full moon dancing over the waves, created a perfect background. But, I froze up. Delray is not the most private beach.  He decided to get naked and show me his uhh, Norwegian W.M.D. My lawd! How long and thick was his stick! That’s rhetorical! Fortunately he had an amazing sensual apartment right across the street. We continued our private party in his shower.  His audition was going perfectly. He was the ideal candidate for a secret lover.  He released my mind from the nonsense going on in my relationship. We finished the night in his bed. He didn’t stop until morning. My thighs were still shaking, when he dropped me off to my car.

We kept in touch afterwards. He was always willing to give me what I needed, when I called him. And it wasn’t any judgment at all. He was always charming and sweet.He never asked about my ridiculous relationships or got too personal. We would see each other out, but we never got in each other’s way with a bunch of unnecessary drama. Even when he got into a serious relationship, we were cordial. That was over 2 years ago, and til this day he is still one of my good friends

After dinner, we stopped off to my favorite place.

He didn’t share my interest. But, he knew how much the paintings meant to me.

He also liked the sophisticated scene and the crowd it attracted

We walked from room to room admiring the artwork

Discussing each piece as I held his hand

He listened and smiled

giving his time and attention to support  one of my passions

While socializing, somehow, we lost each other in the crowd

ending up on opposite sides of the room.

I stared as he talked and laughed with the audience

Even when he’s tired from a long day, he’s charming and charismatic

I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. How handsome and brilliant he was

My man, and the things he does to make me happy

I was so turned on by just watching him

I walked up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist, as he glared at the paintings

With every word I whispered, I kissed the back of his neck.

” My love, every part of me under this dress ; (kiss)

from the curves of my breast,(kiss)

to the sweetness, that’s warm and soft between my thighs, craves you(kiss)

My body under this dress, only responds to your touch. I want to make love to you tonight”

I grabbed his hand and led him out of the museum

I kissed him as he opened my car door

“You say what’s under your dress is mine,” He said

“Show me. I want to see what is mine”

I sat down in the car while he watched with the door open.

I bit my bottom lip, lifted my dress, and opened my legs

I could tell by his facial expression, he was pleased

I took him home , undressed him , and laid him down

I caressed his body until he was relaxed and calm

Then, I straddled him as he throbbed deep inside of me

I loved to take his hands and trace my body while I grind my hips

I leaned in closer my lips barely touching his.

I wanted to feel him tremble as he climaxed.

Afterwards, I laid in his arms until we fell asleep.

Tonight I made love to him, and it wasn’t about me.

I wanted him to know how much he meant to me

Sometimes he does selfless things to make me happy

without expecting anything in return

And It’s my pleasure, sometimes, to think of him and what he needs

before I consider myself.

We stay in on days like this. Her boyfriend calls and tells her that he’ll come over later, when the weather calms down. My lover works until 10 and has a term paper due on Monday. The rain’s falls heavily against the window. The dorm hallways are quiet with no one in sight. The air never seems to work properly. The heat is unbearable causing us to strip down to our underwear.We open the bottle of Patron stashed under my bed, take a shot,  and surf porn sites on the internet to keep things interesting. This happens every stormy afternoon after drinking Tequila. I feel the sudden urge of drunken horniness from watching video after video of hot sex.  We take another shot; she kisses me, and slides her fingers into my panties. I’m soaking wet as her fingers rotate around my soft spot. I lift her up onto the desk , remove her panties, and  bury my face deep between her legs. I taste her until she cums. She goes to her side of the room to find the half smoked joint from last week’s party. We grab our raincoats, and head to the roof.

Once we’re on the roof, we take a hit of the joint, and try to stay dry in the stairwell door way. She pulls me inside and leans me up against the wall next to the stairs. She kneels down and places one of my legs on the rail. She invades me with her hands while she licks my soft spot. Her fingers thrust harder until I climax. It’s still pouring down outside. We return to our room, curl up in my bed, and sleep the remainder of the day

We all met up over in Central Park for Memorial Day. It was fun hanging with my girls and flirting with some sexy ass men. It was perfect afternoon getting to know new faces. However, at dinner tonight, Janet introduced me to a potential new new with all the qualities I liked. We broke off from the crowd for some one on one time, to get to know each other.  The music was right and the liquor too. But when he reached out and placed his hands on my thighs I froze up. Of course, he tried to come closer for a kiss, but I stopped him. You see my heart still belongs to the king. And, the thought of another man’s hands all over me….well.. I just can’t do it.

I told him I wasn’t ready yet. He returned to hang with the others and I went into J’s bedroom to be alone. I lay across the bed half drunk, touching myself while thinking of my lover. I wanted to be kneeling in front of him, tasting him.  I miss his flavor on my lips and my tongue running up and down his thighs. I miss his hands in my hair and the way he moans when he’s about to climax. I could please him for hours at a time.

I love how he used to come over to my house and sit in the chair watching the game. He would call me over to stand infront of him, remove my panties, and stick his hand under my gown; then continue watching T.V. Or sometimes, when I was in the kitchen, he would pick me up and fuck me on the counter…hmm..

Tonight I’m in bed alone again..I guess J’s right, I’m dick whipped

I like to knock on his door spontaneously. When he opens, I force my way in and head straight to the bathroom. His loft is one of the only apartments left with an old tub. I light the candles, put on my Nina Simone playlist, and make sure the suds are warm. He keeps my favorite wine for occasions like this.

I open the window and let the rain fall in. I undress and get into the bath; he follows. We are one of the tallest couples in New York. But, we don’t seem to mind our legs hanging off the side of the tub. I feel him getting hard behind me. I would never let his erection go to waste.  I slide him into me backwards. Up and down I ride until we both climax. Relaxation and rainstorms, Manhattan specialties.

Tonight the weather is warm.  In about 20 mins, I’m going to meet green-eyes in one of the dark tunnels in Central Park for a late night fuck session. It’s another way, to keep the romance alive in our “unofficial” relationship. We love to fuck in public. We’ve done it all over the city. I wonder how many cameras have captured us?

Emmannuelle and I, hit the streets today to find freaky costumes to dress up our sexcapades . I bought the perfect crotchless panties for a night like this. Then again, maybe I’ll go with the eatable undies. I love it when he eats my cherry. Time to take a shower and get going wink