The Satisfied Honeypot

A Testimony

2007-03-20T20:07:00.000-05:00

So I called "him," the medicine man this afternoon to see if I could give his phone number to a friend. He said sure adding that he would like to see me tonight. Oh, okay, I thought. I really wasn't in the mood to see him. Well, I guess the universe picked up on my energy and that is exactly what happened. Okay let me go back to the beginning of February...

So, the medicine man is attractive (his teeth are slowly rotting), but attractive nonetheless. So I end up going home with him. Mistake of all mistakes. I was gone give the combination of Reggie and alcohol--which actually wasn't a lot: three drinks. I shouldn't have wretched...but I did. Anyway, we end up having something close to sex. His dick really isn't that big and he really didn't know how to work it. Not to mention, he didn't eat pussy or maintain an erection for very long. I was very disappointed.

So when he called today after I called him initially to see if I wanted to see him tonight, I told him okay. I just called him and this muthafucka had the audacity to tell me he'd made alternate plans...but he would like to see me. Fuck you! That was my first thought. Now, I'm understand that he isn't worthy. So it's not personal anymore, the fuck you transitioned into fuck him into "Thank you Jesus for that wake up call!" In the end I have yet to meet one that doesn't end up in the,

"Ah, fuck 'im." pile.

But won't it boggle the mind when it finally happens??

I prefer to masturbate

2007-02-04T23:46:00.000-06:00

The clitoris destroyer decided to send an email after several months of happy, ameniable silence.

Damn.

I know that he's read some of the posts here. And, if your reading now, know just no. No. I don't want to go down that road again. What do you think will happen the next time you try to dislodge my clit from my body. I will steal you straight in your face. For real.

I simply love my honeypot to subject her to such pain. You did it once, what would I look like allowing you the opportunity to do it again. I am having a real love affair with my pussy lately. I want her to be happy. Plus, precum is such a distraction. No. No, it's not going to happen again. That's the way I've been feeling about most things and people recently. Stick a fork in me, I'm done.

So, I've decided from now on...I'll masturbate (or train the weed man).

Thirty minutes from thirty

2007-02-04T23:35:00.000-06:00

As I prepare to say goodbye to my 20's, a sense of profound peace has come over me. I had sex last night. Not the best sex ever, but pretty decent sex. I guess it was my way of saying goodbye to my twenties. Interestingly enough, I'm cool. Cool on sex generally. Now, don't get me wrong, I look forward to having more and better sex as I fully awaken in my sexual prime. But, I'm not pressed. Good sex is what you make of it. It's been a real long time since I've had sex with someone that I actually care about. I guess I am a virgin when it comes to making love. I'm okay with that. I feel like it will happen when it's meant to--if at all.

The best sex ever (who was recently replaced), MC, has predominated my thoughts lately. I need to fuck the shit out of him to simply remember. To see if we are better together than we were. I can't imagine it if we were.

Sex is a purely selfish act (for me, anyway). I use my partners to get my jollies off. I do have a bit of concern when it comes to hoping that they have a good time. But, past that, I don't really give a damn. Is that what it means to approach 30?

Who knows? Maybe it'll get better with the weed man. He's sexy as shit and...he's the weed man.

Then there's administrator. He's next....he just doesn't know it yet.

Happy birthday to me!

I'm baaaaack...

2007-01-02T16:38:00.000-06:00

In a post soon to be added, I will begin to detail some of my most hillarious sexcapes of recent note. But.....not right now. Be prepared and afraid. Very afraid...

The Ring

2006-06-24T11:59:00.000-05:00

Well, I guess I've been taken off the market boys and girls...a permenant satisfaction sort of thing. Here's to your own satisfaction. Take it light!

What's that in your teeth?

2006-04-30T07:51:00.000-05:00

So, my ever so gracious partner and I meet for round two. He has reserved a room at a nice hotel and we proceed there to do "the do." I think initially we were both a bit timid. He started to rub my back and since I was doped up (allergies, read: Benedryl) I was nearing a state of dead-as-a-log slumber. I think he sensed just how sleepy I was. He says, "Let's get down to business." And, my friends, it was on.

I cannot begin to explain to you the virtue of a man who knows how to please a woman...orally. Sometimes, I grin and bear it. I just want it over. Then there are other times where all you can say is...

Eat my pussy, please!

The man definitely knows how to worship a woman's honeypot. From this point on, I will serve as a reference. Any women who need to know just how skilled he is can call me. I will let them that like Baby Bear's bed, it was juuuust right. I can't remember the last time I had good oral sex. The last one I was with was horrible--he couldn't find my clitoris. But back to MR. DICK M. DOWN.

I swear he ate my pussy for at LEAST an hour. I have absolutely no complaints. He did this thing with his tongue that I will call "the tornado." It was like his tongue never left my clitoris. It wasn't just circling his tongue around, it was consistent pressure. It wasn't up and down, side to side, or around and around, his tongue was everywhere on my clitoris with the most delicious pressure.

I have no complaints. On a scale of one to ten, he was off the charts except for one little glitch. He was eating me out in the morning. It was better than the night before. Then all of a sudden I felt this excrutiating pain. I felt like he was dragging toothpicks down my clitoris. I felt like someone was clawing at my clit, like someone was stabbing my honeybutton with a spade. What happened you ask?

My clitoris got stuck in the slight gap between his front teeth.

Don't laugh. It isn't funny. And to be fair, he more than made up for it. I had the MOST exquisite orgasm that morning. It was the best orgasm I've had since January (that wasn't by myself).

Oh and I have another BDR--Houston, Texas get ready there's bad dick in town.

Eating Pussy

2006-04-28T09:16:00.000-05:00

I cannot stress enough that eating pussy well is an art. It is not something that should be done in order to have the favor returned. You should really love it. The feel, the taste (of some), the smell, how warm it is, the way you can truly discern whether you are pleasing your partner. Wanting to please your partner is simply not enough. You must really enjoy pussy. Let me explain.

I am a dick connoisseur. I love everything about the penis. I love the feeling of my tongue on the head. It is so smooth. Then there's this little scar from early circumcision. It is taunt against my tongue. It fits well within the division on my own tongue. I am completely turned on when I am sliding up and down the shaft. I get carried away in the contrast of sensations as my upper lift glides from the shaft to the head. I love the saltiness of precum. It lets me know I am doing my job. Then, oh great googly, I am captivated by slowly swallowing the dick down my throat. I sincerely love that feeling. I love the smell. I love the taste. I could do it for hours with no expectation of reciprocation. Yes, that much.

Back to the pussy.

I've met someone that can eat pussy...well. I met him on Monday. We met walked around and the next thing I know, I am on a concrete slab with his face between my legs. We were outdoors, cars passing every so often. Then, we moved to his car. Despite my nervousness about getting caught, I came three times. I cannot begin to describe my anticipation. He was between my legs and all I wanted was his dick inside of me. Now, he has skills. For me and the women that I've polled, when a man is orally talanted, while you want the sensations to continue forever, you also want the dick inside of you. I believe that's because I am wet and ready. If it's good, I become wet and willing much quicker than if the oral skills are lacking. Did I mention that I came three times?

We meet tonight for round two....I simply cannot wait.

Ms. Sidra

2006-04-26T22:06:00.000-05:00

I would like to introduce my good friend, Ms. Sidra . Worship people....it's necessary.

Why? WHY??!?!

2006-04-24T10:22:00.001-05:00

So, I made a mistake. I can admit that. I met someone from an internet dating site. Now, that wasn't my mistake. My mistake was getting out of the car. His words about his car were "Um, I was hit by a bus. I got a settlement, but I'm waiting until later in the year to buy a new car." Now this may very well be true, but that didn't explain the car seat in the backseat of the car. Now, don't get me wrong, I LOVE the kids. But, he lied on his profile. So at this point, I'm only at double damn. Well, at the end of out meeting in a Quizno parking lot--his suggestion, not mine--we hug. Now that was a great experience. He had an amazing back--very muscular. his back was so unlike the last back that I experienced. HE couldn't even "finish" without his heart thundering in his chest, but that's a story for another post. Anyway, back to the bi-state back... After our hug, I looked at his feet. He had nice shoes and big feet. He was 6' with about a size 11+ shoe. He wasn't my "type" but at the end of the day, I thought--"Well, at least I can fuck him."

To make a long story short, I ended up at his house that evening. Now, Aunt Flo has graciously decided to pay me a visit, so there wasn't going to be any hanky panky, but I could at least see what he was working with. Well, I walk in, he pulls me into a loose embrace and backs me against a wall. He gnashes his teeth against mine. He doesn't kiss me, he sticks his tongue in my mouth and again uses his teeth to strike at mine. WHAT THE FUCK?!?!??

Then, he begins to bite my neck. This isn't your regular nibble, these are full out bites. My shirt came up and he started to bite my nipples. Then, he bites my sides. I yell out in pain. There's being nibbled and there's being BITTEN. This muthafucka BIT me. Now, it's been a minute since I've had a hickey, I was fourteen, in fact. But what was on my neck far surpassed a hickey. One woman asked me if I had a wasp bite on my neck. I was too pissed off to say anything other than, "yeah, um-hmm."

Well, here's the kicker. I ask him what his favorite position is and he shows me. He sits me in his lap and proceeds to grind against my ass which I couldn't feel as a result of Aunt Flo setting up camp. Then he busts out with...

"Am I enough for you?"

Wait, WHAT??!?!?!!? So I gracefully dismount to turn around and palm his crotch. Before I could censor myself, I felt the words come out but I was incapable of reeling them back in...

Where are you?

He looked a bit disappointed as he unzipped his pants to show me. But not nearly as disappointed as I was when he showed me his binky. I wanted to shout from the highest point in the Grand Canyon to assure maximum echo "HELL THE FUCK NO, YOU ARE NOT ENOUGH FOR ME." I think he could intuit my reaction because he started to jack himself a bit and told me that he wasn't even excited to see me. Hunh? For real? I don't think that any level of excitement could prepare him for any woman to feel him in her pussy. Period.

Shortly after seeing his ding-ding, I had to go. Why won't he stop calling me? Why is he sending me email? That happened on Thursday of last week. It's Monday. If you've been calling me between two and four times a day and I haven't responded, then I'm probably not going to respond. Why do men do this? They do the same thing when they don't want to be bothered with a woman. I know, I've been ignored before. What does he want from me? Does he want me to tell him his dick is too small. While the my honeypot is not quite the size of the Grand Canyon, I do want to feel a man inside of me. I know for a fact that he would get lost inside of me. Hell, I think that he would get lost in a condom. No, seriously.

He says he called me a few time and noticed that I didn't return his calls. He wants to know what he's done to upset me. He pretended he had a grown man's dick. He told me that he was well-endowed. Really, dog? For real? You can't play baseball with a souvenir bat.

Women, have you ever noticed that men with a crotch blessing never talk about it? They are content to let to experience the ophidian. I'm going to come up with an application and the first question will be: Dick Measurement:__________(those under 6 1/2 inches need not apply). Then I can get his name and other pertinent information.

The day I will pass on cunnilingus...

2006-03-02T06:16:00.000-06:00

I will politely reply,

"HELL TO THE NAW!"

Jerking Off

2006-03-02T05:39:00.000-06:00

Can women jerk-off? Really? I read my fair share of sex blogs. Of course, right? What else would you expect? Anyhip, a number of women discuss their private pleasuring as jerking off. Is that possible?

I've done a number of things to my clitoris in expectation of achieving orgasm. I have rubbed her--both to the left AND to the right. I have placed her between my index and middle finger and "jiggled" her. I have kneaded her. I have ground my palm into her. I have joustled her. I have used a showerhead and sprayed her. I have tickled her. I've patted her. I have massaged her slowly, vigorously, sensuously, and thoroughly. I have spread my legs wide and stroked her. I have pinched her lovingly and with care. I have slid past her. I have observed her. I have pierced her...twice. I have avoided her, paying particular attention to her partner in crime, the g-spot. I have buzzed her, vibrated her, lubed her. I have lightly slapped her. I have manipulated her cunningly with my fingers and without. I have ground her into a pillow. I have submitted her to the ministrations of others. I have agitated her. I have fanned her. I have washed her. I've had her laved. I have even smashed her against another's dungarees preferring to grind until she is sated.

But, I have never, ever done anything as spastic as "jerking" her. I simply love her too much.

Did you miss me?

In the mood...

2006-01-31T16:46:00.000-06:00

for a fast and furious fuck.

i want to be pushed into a wall. his palm open, pressing against my back while he undoes his belt buckle and pushes his pants down around his knees. i want to feel his stiff, think fingers roughly searching my pussy to feel how wet i am. knowing that i'm almost dripping wet, i reach behind me and grab his dick. i raise my leg allowing him entrance. i feel him push inside of me fully, not waiting for me to adjust to his breadth and length. without warning, he begins to thrust inside of me, hard and quick. i shout at him to fuck me, precariously jutting my ass out, keeping my leg up, and thrusting back against his hard dick. in a matter of seconds, i come hard. i'm yelling, panting, telling him not to stop. i feel him snake his hand up the front of my body to grip my breast. squeezing and cruelly pinching first one nipple then the other, i come again. the pleasure is so intense it brings tears to my eyes. i come again as his belt buckle jingles around his ankles--his jeans and shoes wet from my orgasm.

i look over my shoulder to observe his still erect dick, kiss him with firm lips, arrange my skirt, and walk away.

You ain't ready....

2006-01-28T14:16:00.000-06:00

You wanted to fuck me. I could see it in your eyes, the way you ate my pussy. You wouldn't let go of my eyes. With my pleasure in your mouth, you begged for your own. So, I conceded. I could have come at least twice more with you dipping your tongue in and out of my steaming honeypot. So I let you enter me. I wanted you to see what you did to me, how much more I had left to give. You let me lick my gift to you from your lips. I was so aroused. Taking advantage of my inattention, you grasped my ass and lifting my hip you chose to enter me. I was well aware of the time, but I wanted to give you a little something to keep me on your mind as your trudged through a day at the office. Something to remember me by as you remembered the chair just outside your cube.

I let you slide inside of me because I wanted you there. I love the feeling of your dick inside me. It's what I live for, it brings me to life. I began to move my hips to your rhythm. I wanted you to remember that you aren't the only that has skills. I felt you lengthen as dug my fingers into the cheeks of your ass. I wanted it faster and harder, I mean, afterall, you did have to go to work.

I flipped you onto your back, because the time was on my mind. I turned my back to you as you lie on your back and began to ride you slowly because I knew you were in a time crunch to get your hustle on. I looked over my shoulder as I began to ride you roughly because I knew it was past the time for you to be in shower, dressed, and ready to go.

I stopped. I heard you moan. Looking over my shoulder, I waited for you to open your eyes. Giving you the same smirk you gave only minutes ago, I cupped you in my hand and led you to the bathroom. I didn't want you to leave me just yet. You were so deep, so snug. Little did you know, I was so close. It was you who pressed me up against the wall near the bathroom mirror. I was you that began to grind in my pussy and against my ass. It was you who didn't seem to remember that you had to be at work. I wanted to see your face as you talked shit to me. I wanted to see if you had the desire and stamina to give as good as you got. I wanted to know if you could back it up. I stuck my hand out to the sink to steady myself at first. Then, slowly, with my ass in your crotch, I stood in front of the mirror. I wanted to see, first hand, just what you thought you could do. I obviously wasn't ready. As you slammed into my hot dripping pussy, I met your eyes in the mirror. In that instant, it didn't matter that intensity of the grip from your hands was bruising my hips. It didn't matter that my elbows kept popping with each powerful thrust. It didn't matter that the balls of my bare feet hurt from scraping the floor tiling. It didn't matter that you had to be at work.

I felt the vein at the base of your dick grow. Paying particular attention to detail, I saw your pupils dialate. I was conscious of your thumb rubbing my left ass cheek raw. You eyelids became heavy--I wondered if your were trying to hide your pleasure and determination. I felt your legs begin to tremble, your breath coming ragged gasps. I pleaded with you to come. I knew you wanted to, I could feel you giving in.

It was my pleasure to kneel before you and take you in my mouth. I felt you spasm in my throat as you came, filling my mouth, giving me my own morning delicacy. With your orgasm came my own. As I reached behind you to turn on the shower, I bid you a good day, grabbing a towel to mop up my free-flowing nectar.

....or so I thought.

caught off guard, but not for long...

2006-01-26T19:06:00.000-06:00

soumynona wrote...

Déjà vu is often described as a pre-experienced illusion of a phenomenon occurring within your realm of understanding for the first time – but I was almost confident that I woke up with such an intense desire to submerse my face between the softest of petal shaped pussy lips that I drooled as the thought continued to thicken my already dense male member. I was almost sure that (today) as I tried to resist this urge, because I would be late for work, by hopping out of bed before my partner awakened, I hastily returned to her side of the bed and immediately tasted the warmth of her energy without lifting a finger. I thought, I calmly yet so intently brooded over this sexy ass silhouette until her eyes could not resist opening because they expected I would be right there. From that point on, I thought, I immediately pulled down her sexy sleepwear and nestled my face right between her soft thighs. I moaned in excitement as her clit stood at attention and waited for me – jumped up and hugged her best friend – flowers saluting the sun. I thought I greeted her with a soft kiss and visited her neighbors. Her smooth pelvis that takes my hand and runs me over to the house of honey, I greeted with a warm kiss. High on her right thigh I kissed deeply and sucked with every intention to move slightly left but I smoothly ignored her clit, firmly lifted her legs onto my broad shoulders and softly kissed her perineum on my way to her upper left thigh. I thought I heard her moan each time I made the trip around this region, each time paying more attention then the last to my tongue’s best friend. I could have sworn that I had light scratches on my shoulders and neck as she attempted to coerce me to kiss her face so that she too could taste my morning treat. I obviously declined and vigilantly proceeded to softly lick and kiss and rapidly kiss and lick andddd…..wait and rapidly lick softly lightly and slowly kiss intensely then lightly….and wait and look and lightly and look and smile…
I thought I felt her muscles clinch several times as my two thick fingers filled her tight wet pussy as I licked … and waited…… and sucked and……. I feel you want to…to…but I can’t let you. You are getting wetter by the second and I just take a second to bury my tongue in your hot ass pussy. And I thought I heard you say “Do you want to stick something else in there” but I ignore you so that I can complete my joy. I’m like I’m already late so fuck it!! I prolong the process, I thought I felt your scratches in my shoulder get deeper and I’m like hmmmmmmmm all on your clit. You can’t wait any longer so I bob up and down on your clit sucking soft and letting go, sucking soft and letting go, sucking soft and letting go. I speed up the pace to your liking and you warn me about the rain!! I thought I used your juice to lube up my cock just enough to bury it in your pussy for a second because I really have to go and I can’t erupt as fast as you can. But I appease your 3rd orgasm with incessant pounding that leads from the bedroom to the bathroom as you bend over the sink and look at my eyes through the mirror - closely watching me as I purposefully pummel your pussy with powerfully pleasing pulsations until, Damn!! I have to go to work babe! Plus I’m already late for work…I’ll see you tonight => Then midway through the day, I check out my messages, IM some friends, check in to your blog and realize that perhaps I wasn’t late for work...

Good Head

2006-01-26T18:25:00.000-06:00

I don't think there's anything sexier than making eye contact with a man who's head is nestled between your legs...especially if he knows what he's doing. Even sexier is a man who's head is nestled between my thighs and is taking his time. I mean really going out of his way to get the job done. Imagine his name is Marcus and he wants the damn gold star.

A man with great oral skills is hard to come by, however (not entirely literally, of course). There's a lot involved. Eating my honeypot requires a sincere, dedicated effort. It's more than licking my clitoris. It's timing, licking, sucking, waiting, depth of interest, longevity of the "visit."

It begins with tentative licks with a pointed tongue to separate the lips of my pussy. Then he takes a moment to look at it. He knows that I'm watching him, waiting for him to put his skills on the table. But he's unhurried, not rushing my bliss. While looking at my pussy, he may lick his lips. He refuses to look at me. He's serious about his task, contemplating the best mode of attack. He doesn't zero in for the kill, instead soft lips meet my clit. A gentle tongue laps at her, asks her if she wants such attention. You better believe she does! One lick down the center of my pussy. Two licks...then with just a slight point in his tongue, he lifts the hood of my clitoris back to reveal my pink bud. With tender fingers he holds the hood back to continue with his task. He wears a smirk as he slowly brings his head back to my honeybutton, he makes eye contact--he's enjoying this method of torture. His tongue is hard and flat as he licks at me, he brings his thumb to my center to check my level of arousal. Usually, he mutters Damn. or some other expletive that tells of his surprise at the nectar that is flowing freely. He uses his tongue to trace the origins of my pleasure, my wetness nearly dripping from his tongue. I begin to squirm. His timing is perfect as he languidly pulls his face away, watching my pussy as he inserts his index and middle finger inside of me. This is usually when I lay back on the pillow with my eyes closed. He begins to stimulate my g-spot with sure fingers curling toward the front of my pelvis. I am only feeling at this point. My eyes are closed. They roll back in my head as I feel first his breath, then the tip of his tongue teasing my clit. Usually my thighs shake and I get to moaning. His fingers are still in my pussy, picking up the pace just slightly. I moan again as he withdraws his tongue from my clit. I pick my head up from the pillow to look to see why his tongue isn't connecting with my clit. I can hear his fingers moving, moving in my pussy. I am pretty turned on at the sound. With his eyes trained on mine, he moves his mouth to the swolled head of my clitoris. Without taking his eyes from mine, he begins to suck. Gently at first. I'm moaning much louder by now. This is usually where I bring my hands to my nipples and begin to pull. As the suction increases, so does the tug at my nipples. I can barely stand it as his fingers continue to pump my pussy, back and forth over my g-spot. And, all the while, his eyes haven't left mine. I feel it. I know it's coming. I feel the fluid pressing behind my g-spot. With a mind of their own, my hips begin to undulate from the bed. I'm trying to get away from his mouth. He stays with me. I throw my hands from my tits to the bed grabbing fistfuls of the sheet trying to escape his relentless mouth. He moves his fingers from my twitching honeypot. He places one hand on each hip. His mouth is glued to my clit, his eyes watching me try to escape the intense pleasure that he knows he's giving me. I can see the sparkle in his eye. It's pride. He knows exactly what he's doing to me. I begin to pant. The pressure is mounting and becoming too much to bear. I'm watching him watch me. He beckons my orgasm with his eyes. I'm coming. He senses that I'm holding back. He doesn't change the pressure of the suction on my clit. Instead, he holds my hips tighter and pulls them even closer to his mouth. I can't go anywhere. I know I'm coming. My thighs become warm. I close my eyes. I put my hand on his forehead to push him away. He stays. I look at him one last time as he somehow shuns my hand without breaking contact with my clit. My heels begin to dig into the bed. I begin to whimper, nearly hyperventilating. My back arches. I throw my head back. My eyes snap closed. I come all over his chin. I know he's been watching me the whole time.

As I come to, I look at him. I'm disturbed by the power of my orgasm. I feel the wet spot beneath my buttocks. With a huge smile and my orgasm dripping from his chin, he asks me

Did you get it?

Cocky bastard.

Suomynona

2006-01-24T22:16:00.000-06:00

Who are you??!?!?! I must admit that I am rather turned on by your comments on my blog. I think what did it for me was

One of my top sexual experiences occurred when a woman squirted on me as I was poundin that shit from behind.

It's the "poundin that shit from behind" that got me. Not only is it a lovely visual, but I LOVE to get my shit pounded from behind. What a coinkie-dink...

You must reveal yourself. I am horribly impatient and infinitely intrigued... Notice your place on the "Get It List." I anxiously await your exposure...

Sorry Generalist...

The Naughty List (Tame)

2006-01-24T21:29:00.000-06:00

1) I've had sex in a public restroom and broke the handicapped railing.
2) I give myself brazillian waxes.
3) I masturbate about 4 times per week.
4) I must have an electric device to orgasm while masturbating.
5) I can orgasm from being kissed or stroked on my bare back.
6) I've had people in my apartment complex complain due to my moaning during sex.
7) I don't like (almost despise) the missionary position.
8) I like to get it from behind! Enthusiastically....a lot.
9) I've worked as a phone sex operator.
10) I like to give head after a man has worked out...the smell turns me on.
11) I like to give head after a man has penetrated me.
12) I love the way I taste on my partner's tongue
13) I gave a co-worker head in his boss's office.
14) I have my clit pierced.
15) I love having my ass slapped during sex.
16) I don't consider it sex if I don't orgasm.
17) I have used a mirror to watch myself masturbate.
18) I love to give head.
19) I love the feeling of a dick in my throat.
20) I've had 100 orgasms+ in a 3 hour period (honestly).
21) I've been interrupted during sex by my partner's parents.
22) I've had sex on a co-worker's desk...I left the cum on the desk calendar.
23) I eat pineapple or drink the juice often to make my honeypot taste like honey.
24) I enjoy giving head while my partner drives.
25) I can climax by performing oral sex.

REPOST: The Get It List

2006-01-23T23:43:00.000-06:00

1. Samuel L. Jackson
2. Sean Connery
3. TI
4. Trey Songz
5. Common
6. Morris Chestnut

HOLD THE PRESS! Prince has a new video out and Salma Hayek is the director. Lord knows I have seen it all! That's what I get for watching BET After Dark. And I get it now, this shit has to be played after hours to actually get any kind of respect. People are fucking not worried about who's singing or who directed the video. Damn, how boring is my life... Won't be for long (wink). It's always good for a girl to have options. Looks like option #2 is closer than I could have possibly expected (not Sean Connery option #2). Looks like the end of an era children and the beginning of a new one...

7. Sound engineer that I just met...what a possibility...
8. The Reflexologist...that's post for a later day.
9. Suomynona/Anonymous
10. The Generalist

To be amended later...

Hijinx and Mayhem

2006-01-20T18:36:00.000-06:00

I have a list of top sexual experiences. It would be a shame not to share them. And, yes, they are ranked...

1. I had a man lick the arch of my foot between licking my pussy and...licking my pussy. Now, for those of you that don't have a foot fetish, don't get turned off. This man wasn't into feet but rather reflexology. The arch of the foot is directly related to a woman's reproductive system. So, he didn't suck or bite the arch. He simply paid it a little attention. Then, he set off on his merry way to eat the hell out of my pussy. Each, alone would have been okay. Well, not really. The oral sex yes, but if he had just licked my arch he would have had to get out of de bed. But the combination of the two was extremely sexy. He wasn't even really my type...he was only 5'11" and pretty fair complected. Not my cup of tea. He also had teeny-weeny muscles...no smacking it up, no flipping it, and just a little rubbing down. Oh no!

2. RIMMING (performed on me not by me--by the reflexologist). For those not quite sure of what I'm talking about...Rimming is oral sex -- licking, tonguing, sucking, kissing someone's anus. FYI: the partner with the active tongue is at risk for contracting intestinal parasites that can cause serious health problems. Nuff said! Hope he didn't suffer from any of the intestinal parasites. And if he did it doesn't stop me from laughing about it right now. Oh, and FYI, I am never putting my mouth on someone else's ass...but I am not going to stop you if that is your proclivity...

3. The funniest of all time--not particularly sexy, but it is funny as hell in retrospect, which is why I have to include it. My first one-night stand of the millenium (Summer 2005)...So as I have made abundantly clear, I am a squirter, big-time heavy gusher. So we were fucking and I came on his nice rose-colored antique settee that his grandmother gave him. He was pissed. So we moved from fucking on the settee to fucking beside the settee and I came again--on the front of the settee. This time he started to curse. In my orgasmic haze, I asked him what was wrong. He was mad and told me that I needed to stop pissing everywhere. This brings a tear to my eye even now. He kept his dick inside me and moved me to the other side of the room, where I came again. His response,

"Damn. I've seen squirters in flicks before but I've never had one up close. I didn't know it was so messy."

IT'S FUCKING FLUID (I mean both "fucking fluid" as entity and FUCKING (adj.) fluid), JACKASS!!! Needless to say, he never called again. ROTFLMBFBAO!!!

4. When I was in high school, I invited a young man over for good times after school. Now, this was before I began to actually fuck. So I offered him some blue Kool-Aid that I made especially for the occasion. We were downstairs kissing and fondling and whatnot (which wasn't much more than dry humping. I was a total prude and didn't even allow boys to put their hands down my pants...my how things have changed. Anyway...). This went on for about forty-five minutes to an hour. Suddenly, he heard a noise upstairs. Here's our conversation:

Him: [Breaking kiss and removing hands from my breasts] What was that?!?
Me: [Nonchalantly] Oh, that was my dad (my father was moving away from the kitchen table).

It took him less than a minute to get dressed and leave my house. Anyone who knows my dad would know that he wouldn't care less who I brought in the house or whether I had a baby at fifteen or fifty--he's especially lenient. But that was just hil-the fucking-larious. As he was going out the front door, he asked me why I didn't tell him my father was upstairs. My reply, and I kid you not, "You didn't ask."

4. A friend of mine from middle, high school, and college (in a very weird way) came over to my apartment for a massage. While I was getting the lotion I told him to take his clothes off except for his boxer. This so-and-so had the audacity to come over to my house with hole in his draw'rs. So I told him he had a hole in his boxer at his ass crack. He stuck his finger in the hole and proceeded to rip them off of his body. He was obviously aroused (I give the best massages). He wrapped the boxers he'd torn from his body around his dick and began to prance around in front of the TV with his dick bobbing up and down. What the fuck?!?!?!!??
He seems to think I massaged a hole in his boxers and wants me to buy him a new pair. Oh no, commando, not my problem. His mother obviously never told him that when you go to someone's house of the opposite sex you wear clean underwear (or none at all), just in case you may get some or come close to getting some. Well, my mother never told me that either, but I know better.

More to come...

The Casual Chronicles, Part III: His perspective

2006-01-18T01:00:00.000-06:00

As she lie sprawled across the bed and he couldn't resist her. Her bronze body was tangled among a stark white sheet. Placing one knee on the bed between her legs, he brushed her lips with his own. She seemed to awaken but her eyes remained closed. She moaned into his mouth as she eagerly sought his tongue. He outlined her lips with his tongue hoping to rouse her from her deep slumber. She began to gyrate her hips into the bed against his thigh. With her hands in fists at her side, she broke his kiss. He felt her, moist, on his thigh. He gave her his finger to suck as he placed these words softly in her ear,

Do you like that baby?

He knew she would be the death of him, carry him to hell. But he was lost in the moment, unable to care.

Taking his finger from her mouth, he drew it over her puckered nipple. He lie next to her on the bed, absorbing her warmth. His other hand found her breast and he rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Her hips undulated to an unknown rhythm. He felt as though he was taking advantage of her. She lie prone on the bed seemingly awaiting his touch but unaware of his aching need to possess her. Unable to resist, he slid past his hand down her stomach beneath the sheet. Fuck, you're wet. She bucked her hips and began to rotate her clitoris against the heel of his hand.

Ummm. Her moan reasonated deep within her throat and bounced off the room's walls; and yet she was oblivious to her obvious pleasure. He slid his fingers between her slit. He followed the stream of her arousal to where it dripped to the bed. Slowly his fingers found her clitoris. Using her own honey, he pulled back the hood of her clitoris and used his thumb to stroke her pleasure button. When she began to writhe against the bedsheet, with a deliberate amount of pressure he rolled her clit between his thumb and index finger. Kissing her passionately, her body began to tremble. Her thrashing exposed more of her body to him. With the sheet tangled between her legs, she came--the proof of her orgasm soaked the bedsheets and the mattress below her. Carefully, he removed the sheet from her still-sleeping body. He couldn't help but appreciate her body as she lie still on the bed in her own pleasure.

The sound of the jackhammer from the street below vibrated throughout the small room. Again, she broke his kiss to expose her slender neck, her mouth rounded. He pressed his face into the pillow just above her shoulder willing himself to withstand his own arousal. He was clueless as to what part of her dream prompted her to lift her head from her pillow and stare in the direction of her honeypot through closed eyes. He closed his mouth around her breast tonguing her nipple as his hand continued to finger her pussy. Her head collapsed back onto the pillow as her horse cry cacaphonously blended with the loud off-key pulsing percussion of the jackhammer below.

His lips desperately found hers as he swirled his tongue in and out of her mouth. His hands moved across her heated body. He positioned her body so that she was most ready for the most intimate of kisses. Without rousing, she murmurred

I've...I've...never...umm.

Increduously, he asked, What never had your pussy licked? She pressed her thighs together as his hands and fingernails trailed lightly over her the tops of her thighs. Placing his hands on the inside of her knees, he placed a light kiss on her mons.

Open for me, baby.

Magically, her legs opened wide to receive his mouth. The hard point of his tongue started at her clitoris and, opening her feminine folds to his oral ministrations, he slid his tongue to her asshole. Slowly, he made his way back to her clitoris. As he pulled away from her to admire her lovely honeypot, she dug her nails into his shoulders. Looking up at her over her bare mound, he found her still sound asleep. Slightly amused and with a chuckle, he admonished her. You're going to have to tell me, baby. He didn't wait for her to awaken before he again used his tongue along her slit to find her clitoris. With soft lips he sucked her pleasure center. He felt her begin to tremble again. This time he followed the trail of her wetness to the opening at her derriere. He tongued her forbidden spot. Her fingernails found his shoulders anew. With her scream, he stated his assumption. Oh, I guess you liked that. She used one hand to guide his mouth to her pussy while the other scratched at his shoulder. To avoid drawing blood, he pinned her wrists to her side. Un-Unh. You want me to lick your pussy? You have to ask me. With obvious trepidation, she told him to...

Eat me... Letting go of her wrists, he tried to wake her with a request. If you can't ask for what you want, then you get nothing. Finally after what seemed to be a torpid internal chastising, Angel told him exactly what she wanted. I want you to put your face in my pussy and suck my clit until I come. He took Angel's leg and placed it over his shoulder. He separated the lips of her pussy with gentle fingers. With a hard tongue, he lazily ran the length of her pussy to her asshole. When she lifted her hips to his mouth for more contact, he pulled her pink button in his mouth and began to sup. In the moment he felt her smooth leg hook behind his head, Angel's hips jerked. Intuiting her climax, he fingered her g-spot until she screamed.

Shit. Her screams were lost as the the street crew began to shatter the concrete on the the road below. Fuck. She screamed again. He refused to let go of her clitoris, sucking it and drawing his tongue over it, back and forth, back and forth. He slowly shook his head from side to side as she came on his fingers and chin. He smacked his lips trying to catch all of her liquid climax. As he removed his face from her pussy, he felt her nectar dripping from his chin.

Amazed at her still-slumbering form, he knelt between her legs. He balanced his body weight on his forearms as he entered her tight, wet pussy.

Casual Chronicles Part II: Heaven

2006-01-16T09:34:00.000-06:00

Blue Eyes led Angel and her dance partner into a secluded corner of the club. Before Angel could catch her breath, Blue Eyes lips were on hers. Blues Eyes' kiss was aggressive, moving skillfully over Angel's tentative lips. Afraid but strangely excited and a hell of a lot turned on, Angel welcomed her kiss. Blue Eyes outlined her lips with her tongue. Angel stood sandwiched between Blue Eyes and her dance partner who obviously turned on by scene playing out in front of him. As Blue Eyes' tongue her mouth, Angel's dance partner whispered in her ear,

Do you like that baby?

Angel knew she was going to hell. But she didn't care.

Blue Eyes hands were on her nipples rubbing and flicking them with precision. She felt another hand slid past her bare stomach into her jeans. Fuck, you're wet. Angel didn't have any words for the bliss she was feeling.

Ummm. She moaned her approval to the sources of her arousal. She felt a hand dip between the lips of her honeypot. With wet fingers, the hood of her clit was pressed back and another finger began to rub, stroke, press, roll, twist, and twine her clit. Angel felt just how wet the crotch of her jeans was. She was sure it was obvious to anyone looking just how aroused she was.

She felt the bass from the speaker vibrating, adding to her pleasure. She closed her eyes, breaking the kiss with Blue Eyes, throwing her head back in pure pleasure. She felt Blue Eyes and The Dancing Dick, as she nicknamed him, exchange a kiss over her shoulder. She felt the air swirl around her recently bared breasts. She bowed her head and opened her eyes to see a pair of blue eyes staring intensely back at her. Those blue eyes were attached to the mouth that hung at her nipple. Angel closed her eyes and thrust her head back again flinging a cry of mercy to whatever god was listening.

To continue the ravishing, Angel was quickly moved to an office off the back of the club. She knew the office well, her ex used to manage the club. Quickly, Blue Eyes pulled Angel's shirt over her head. She kissed her wildly, her hands all over Angel's body, her tongue wild and voracious in Angel's mouth. Pressed against the wall, Angel could barely give a thought as to where her dance partner disappeared to as Blue Eyes unzipped her jeans and began to pull them down Angel's thighs. Alarmed, Angel stared at Blue Eyes.

I've...I've...never...umm.

With a poker face, Blue Eyes stopped her task and asked What never had your pussy licked? Angel could only stare back at her as Blue Eyes began to once again drag her jeans over her legs. Angel stood against the wall naked with the exception of a strappy pair of black heels. She closed her eyes as Blue Eyes looked her over like prey. The next sensation Angel felt was a soft kiss on the front of her pussy.

Open for me, baby.

She did as she was told. Angel felt her tongue slide over her slit. Slowly and lightly. Wanting, no needing more contact, she bent her legs to indicate what she wanted. You're going to have to tell, baby. Angel was too scared to open her eyes let alone talk. Blue Eyes resumed her tantalizing licking. Angel cried out when she felt the tongue slide to her ass. With a soft chuckle Blue Eyes asked Oh, I guess you liked that. Angel guided her hands to Blue Eyes' head as she felt her draw back from her pussy. Quickly, Angel's wrists were pinned to her side. Un-Unh. You want me to lick your pussy? You have to ask me. With her eyes tightly closed, Angel breathed...

Eat me... Unimpressed, Blue Eyes let go of Angel's wrists. If you can't ask for what you want, then you get nothing. Angel could feel Blue Eyes unfolding to a standing position. As they stood face to face, Angel opened her eyes and said, I want you to put your face in my pussy and suck my clit until I come. With a smile Blue Eyes sank to her knees. She took Angel's leg and placed it over her shoulder. With her fingers, she separated Angel's most intimate lips. Angel could feel her breath on her pussy. With a hard tongue, Blue Eyes ran the length of Angel's pussy to her asshole. She did this once, twice, three times. Angel began to lift her hips from the wall and whine for more. Blue Eyes giggled as she brought her mouth to Angel's clitoris. Angel's hips bucked. She used her leg to hook Blue Eye's head closer to her pussy. Blue Eyes slid two finger inside of Angel's wet, wet pussy. She made quick work of finding Angel's g-spot. She began to finger her wildly, stroking her g-spot while applying more and more suction to Angel's tiny pink button.

Shit. Angel screamed. Her screams were lost as the music thumped loudly but at a distance. Fuck. She screamed as she came. Blue Eyes refused to let go of her clit. She kept sucking it and drawing her tongue back and forth over Angel's sensitive protuberance. Angel's knees buckled. She screamed once more as she came all over Blue Eyes' fingers and chin.

She felt her stand. She couldn't open her eyes. She felt the liquid in her shoes slosh about and finally out of the sandal as she was led to a table, maybe the desk. Our Angel was spent. She felt Blue Eyes retreat. She could barely open her eyes. As she heard the door close behind Blue Eyes, Angel felt herself being pulled to the end of the desk. In one fell swoop, she felt a very hard and wide penis enter her...

The Casual Chronicles, Part I: Meet Angel

2006-01-14T07:46:00.000-06:00

in the twinkling of an eye, i turn to catch his come in my mouth. i want it so badly. he moans loudly. his cum fills my mouth. there's so much. a few drips escape the corner of my mouth. i moan deep in my throat as i swallow it all using my tongue to catch that at the corner of my mouth. it heats my throat as it makes its way to my stomach. i lick his penis clean as he's still kneeling on the bed, eyes closed and twitching. once i'm finished, he opens his eyes and looks down at me.

g-d, he murmurs. he slowly unfolded his body onto the bed. as he's holding me, i close my eyes. just before sleep can claim me, i think

mission accomplished.

Bullshit, she thought. She knew her girlfriend was prone to embellishment as she sat on the phone listening to her latest exploit.

Do you think I should publish this? Maybe send to the Penthouse Letters or the Playgirl Forum?

Hmmm...oh, shit. There's my call waiting. Let me call you back. She hung up without waiting for her friend's enjoiner to end the conversation. Frankly, she was happy to end the call. She loved her friend dearly but, at times, she was a too much. She sat back from her vanity to admire her makeup. She looked good and she knew it. Standing she turned and walked to her bed, her sating robe trailing behind her lithe body like the train of a wedding gown. Letting the gown fall from her shoulders, she looked at her outfit for the evening. She drew the jeans over her smooth legs. She watched herself, with her head slightly cocked to the right. As she pulled the zipper up her freshly waxed pussy disappeared. These were her favorite jeans. They were her "if all else fails" jeans. They were a snug fit. If she gained just a few pounds, she wouldn't be able to get into them. They looked like they were made for her. She donned a white t-shirt. No bra. In the right light, hell in any light, the shirt was sheer and she liked that.

She dropped her lipgloss, next to her cell, some cash, her ID, and three condoms. It was going to be a good night, she knew it, could feel it. She took the stairs to the main floor loving the feel of the soft cotton draw against her nipples as she bounced down the stairs. She wondered when gravity would come to claim her breasts--"the twins" she called them. She let the thought escape her mind. She knew it wouldn't be tonight. She felt the crotch of her jeans press against her most intimate opening. She was wet and the night had just begun.

She made it to the lobby. Let me get the door for you, Miss... She smiled demurely, looking him in his eyes as she passed through the door. She placed her hand on his chest and murmured, Thank you. The man's wife blatantly cleared her throat. No matter. Angel was out the door with his eyes still on her. She could feel him watching her hips sway, the way her jeans sat at her hips just under her tattoo.

She was going to hell.

And...she didn't care. She walked down the street to one of her favorite nightclubs. Hey Angel. Save a dance for me later? She laughed. He was always trying to pick her up. It didn't matter the number of men she left the club with. And, she was always leaving the club with a man or two. Maybe. She walked inside the club laughing as he told her she would be the death of him.

The bass from the music vibrated the club. She knew that if she sat at the bar close enough to the speaker, she could feel a little tingle in her pussy. But that wouldn't be enough tonight. She made her way to the dancefloor. She was never one to wait. She watched as the spotlight swept the floor. Bodies entwined. Hands groping. Tongues dancing with other tongues. She raised her hands and pushed her way into the middle of the throng.

She began to wind her hips. In no time, she felt a pair of hands on each hip. She felt his dick on her ass before his pelvis solidly met her behind. She began to grind slowly. She put her hands in her hair and moved slowly. Another man came in front of her, trying to dance in front of her. She shooed him with a look. She closed her eyes and let her body get used to dancing. She felt his hands roaming her body, sometimes under her shirt, over her breasts. She didn't stop him. It was a nice beginning to what was going to be a long night. She twined a hand behind his head and let him lead. As she let the music take over, she felt another pair of hands on her breasts.

She opened her eyes to see the stark blue eyes of a very beautiful woman. Before she could speak. The woman pressed her cool face to Angel's flushed cheek and breathed in her ear.

Relax.

the little black dress, Part XII: The End

2006-01-09T19:16:00.000-06:00

i grab a pillow and put it under my hips to cushion the ride. i stack the rest of the pillows behind my back. i'm so close to him i can smell his sweat. a sweet musky scent mixed with my pussy's unique bouquet exudes from his body. i watch his lithe muslces move under the thin sheen of perspiration covering his beautifully smooth skin. i reach between my thighs to grab his ass, feel the energy move from his loins to my honeypot. i close my eyes and arch my back. his dick feels so good, too good. he's trying to contain his impending release. i feel his mouth on my nipple. i jump. his dick almost misses my pussy. i bring my hand down groping at his cock to ensure that he hits my target.

opening my eyes, i bring my hand to my clit. this is going to be the best orgasm yet. i feel the delicious fullness in my pussy. she is twitching, never really recovering from the last coming of the orgasm. i'm in no hurry. i am transported to a different place, a place i've never been before. with each wonderful thrust, i am climbing the mythic beanstalk expecting to meet jack, his mother, and anyone else gathered at the mystic mountaintop.

i moan, not loud. i'm past the urgent orgasm. i am having multiple orgasms, they are strong but it's impossible for me to tell where one ends and the other begins. i'm still playing with my pussy. my pussy is exquistely juicy. his dick is sloshing around inside of me. i feel my own nectar slowly slide between my ass cheeks, past my asshole. i am so turned on by the sight, taste, and sounds of my pussy...especially on him. i feel myself giving in to another orgasm, unlike any i've ever had. i arc my back. immediately one hand travels to my nipple. the other travels past my clit to feel his dick thrust in and out of my steaming honeypot. he slides between my middle and fourth fingers as i grind my clit into my palm. i open my eyes. i see him watching me. he is torn between watching the action at my pussy and looking in my eyes.

play with your tit... his voice catches. i know he's close. i slowly drag my hand up to my mouth. my fingers are coated with the juices from my pussy. training my eyes on his, i lick my essence from my fingers.

mmmm...g-ddam it. i lean forward and strain upward slightly, offering my lips to him. i smell my pussy on his lips and chin before his lips actually meet mine. shit, i exhale. i taste me on his lips, on his tongue. i yank at my nipple. my mouth forms an O. i can't take my eyes from his as I hear just how much he excites me. instead of lessening his stroke. he places his hands on my thighs pressing them wide open. i can barely feel the discomfort and he pushes his cock deep inside of my pussy. that's number two. i'm starting to see stars. he straightens my legs. holding them together, he throws them both to the left. he's deep inside my pussy; his pelvis rubbing up against my clit. fuck. i'm moaning loudly now, i can't stop. his strokes aren't quick, instead they're deep and unhurried. he keeps a consistent pace. i can't stop moaning now. i begin to shake. convulse, really. fuuuuuuck meeeeeeeeeee. it's not a command, but rather a blessing, a slight indication of his prowess, an offer of gratitude. his eyes are flutter shut. damn, you have some good pussy. he's not telling me. he's expressing his wonder, his disbelief. suddenly i can't take anymore. i begin to shake uncontrollably, fighting him, trying to get him off me. i've never been this out of control. never felt these feelings. instead of losing the connection, he turns me onto my right hip. the rest of my body can only go with it. i scream. i can't help it. i claw at his torso. my vaginal muscles contract and he can no longer enter me. i gush, soaking through the layers of sheets on the bed to the mattress. i can't stop moaning. unable to control my orgasm, a stream of my honey shoots from my pussy singeing his thigh and cock, extending to the end of the bed.

oh my g-d, he whispers. he rubs my back and side until my convulsions lessen. using his arm to move the pillows from the head of the bed, he turns me onto my stomach. he straddles my legs. i feel the head of his dick find my soaking pussy. he pushes inside. stars erupt in my head. i begin to loudly purr. on my stomach, i raise up to my elbows. he's wonderfully heavy. his weight pins my hips to the bed. the feel of his dick inside me and his heavy weight on my g-spot torments me. shit, he whispers again. i can feel his shaft grow inside of me. the vein running the length of his dick swells. he's grinding against my ass. i look over my shoulder. eyes closed, face drawn, i could feel his impending orgasm. moaning loudly, he grinds harder on my ass and slightly increases his pace in and out of my pussy. a number of high-pitched moans escaped. quickly, he pulls out of my pussy, and begins to quickly jerk his hand up and down his dick.

in the twinkling of an eye, i turn to catch his come in my mouth. i want it so badly. he moans loudly. his cum fills my mouth. there's so much. a few drips escape the corner of my mouth. i moan deep in my throat as i swallow it all using my tongue to catch that at the corner of my mouth. it heats my throat as it makes its way to my stomach. i lick his penis clean as he's still kneeling on the bed, eyes closed and twitching. once i'm finished, he opens his eyes and looks down at me.

g-d, he murmurs. he slowly unfolded his body onto the bed. as he's holding me, i close my eyes. just before sleep can claim me, i think

mission accomplished.

the little black dress, Part XI: Sidetracked

2006-01-08T06:25:00.000-06:00

i put my ass as far in the air as i can. my cheek and chest to the bed, my legs spread about two feet. i feel a trickle of my own arousal slide to my clit. i want him to see how turned on i am, what he does do me. i want him to fuck me like this. the feel of his dick slamming deep inside me makes me want to come forever. there are times when he has to go slowly because i have to get used to the size of his dick so deep inside of me, but not this time. i'm ready. ready to give him what he wants. ready to take what i need. with my cheek to the bed i see him thrusting in and out of my steaming pussy. the long , thick length of his cock disappearing and reappearing from my pussy. his dick is glistening, showing him, telling him in no uncertain terms that i am in need of a good fuck. as he picks up speed, his balls begin to flap against my clit. i start to move against his dick, ramming my ass into his pelvis. i abandon all of my good girl sensibilities and begin to fuck him like a randy slut. i feel that i am about to come. the arch in my back becomes deeper. fuck me....harder...shit i'm going to come. i yell it at him. fuck the people in the rooms around us. all that matters is this--the feel of him inside me and me getting off. he smacks my ass. i feel the sting of his hand on my ass and i like it, want more of it. harder, i command.

he places both of his hands on each of my ass cheeks, with his thumbs dangerously close to my asshole. i brace my hands on the bed and began to ride him...hard...to another orgasm. shit, ______! i can't stop repeating his name. it is the only thing i take with me when i come. my pussy is so wet. i hear him sloshing around in her, fucking her, and i want to come. i bring my hand to my nipple and pull...hard. the bottom of my stomach drops and i get hot and cold at once. i focus on him fucking me. the feel of his dick inside of my dripping pussy. he smacks my asscheek again and i feel myself come. a lot. my body begins to shake. my back deeply arches. i grip his legs and force him to stay in my pussy as i grind my orgasm out against his hips. my clit is grinding against his sac. i want him to feel me come on his dick. it's too much for me. i feel so full. i have to let it go. i feel him caress my ass, telling me it's okay. come for me, baby. i know what he wants. i can't contain it anymore, so i let go. with a deep thrust of my own, the muscles in my pussy contract and expel his dick and i squirt all over the bed, gush really. before i know it, he's quickly turned me over onto my back. i feel myself trembling and shaking. before he plunges his dick inside of me, i see my pussy juices dripping from the tip of his shaft. if he wasn't moving so fast, i would have tasted it...

but, i let him thrust once...twice... five times. again, i jerk my pussy up so that he cannot enter me again. stand up. i want him to fuck me from behind while we're both standing. i want to come twice more before i allow him any relief. he comes to stand behind me. fuck, i'm too short or he's too tall. whatever. it doesn't matter. what i know is, it's taking time away from us fucking and me having another delicious orgasm. i quickly don the black boots with an almost three-inch heel that i discarded near the bed when i first got to the room. perfect. at the right level, i feel him slip into my dripping pussy.

i hear how wet i am. g-d, it is a turn on. he has both of his hands on my hips and he's banging into my pussy. he's getting deeper and deeper with each thrust. fuck it. i'm going to come again. with my hands on the bed in front of me, i put my face within inches of the bed and offer more of my ass to him. i feel him touch the bottom of my pussy. he stretches one hand from my ass to my tit. he begins to twist the nipple. i reach a hand to my other nipple and do the same. he's banging me so hard, i have to turn my face from the bed as i begin to knock into it. his balls are slamming so hard against my clit. and i come. fuck, i come. i come hard and keep coming. i feel myself shaking uncontrollably as my cum streams down my legs and into my boots.

never quick to let me come down, he's inside me again quick. he smacks my ass as he applies his fingers to my clit. fuck me, the next one's going to be swift and quick. i'm panting. i can't take much more. i rise to my tiptoes to give him complete access to my pussy. i feel him play with the ring in my clit and i come again. my knees buckle and his dick comes out. fine. all i can do is ride this wave. i feel like i'm going to die--like i'm in heaven. i come all over the hotel floor. the puke pink carpet is now a deep rose, covered with a wet spot about a foot in diameter. but that's irrelevant, i'm still coming. my pussy is still twitching. i quickly crawl to the dry bed, between the covers. i barely ask hear him ask me where i was going.

i was going to rest. i curl into a fetal position awaiting the spasms to leave my body. i can't fucking think. if my body wasn't programmed to do it, i wouldn't be able to breathe. he reaches for me. again he turns me onto my back. before i know it, he's between my legs on his knees, pushing his swollen head inside of me. i can't, i tell him. yes, you can. he tells me this as he quickly pumps his swollen member in and out of my juicy, twitching pussy.

no longer sidetracked from my goal, i realize that in order to fulfill my initial plan, i will.

you do know how to whistle, don't you?

2006-01-07T13:14:00.000-06:00

i have a number of favorite sexual positions. hell, having sex is my favorite position. but i have two absolute favorite positions.

the first is anything from the back. on the bed, standing, lying on my stomach, on my hands and knees. i love the feel of penetration. it's deep and i feel, like the taco bell commercials, full. i guess i love to have all of something. there isn't deeper penetration or a way to fit the entirety of a penis (a particularly large penis) in my honeypot. i like to have my ass swatted during sex. i guess the other wonderful thing about rear penetration is my ability to control just how deep it is. and, there is nothing better than the feel of the dick hitting the bottom of my vagina.

my second favorite position is the newest one i've added to my repertoire. i've always liked the forbidden feeling associated with giving head, slobbing a knob, sucking a dick. i don't, however, do it for every man. i don't think i've ever given head outside of a "relationship" however loose the association is. in other words, i have to know the man before i will put his dick in my mouth (i've only relaxed this rule once). so to the favorite position. i love to have a man stand at my head to give him head. i absolutely looooooove this position. (love it!) ultimately...

i like the feel of a dick deep in my throat. (love it!)

there, i said it.

the little black dress, Part X

2006-01-07T05:00:00.000-06:00

slowly he slid into her. damn. you're so wet. she loved him this way, the feel of him inside of her. she pressed her back and butt into the bed, lifting her hips to meet his preliminary thrusts. she peered into his face. she allowed herself a small victory smile as she stared at his closed eyes and the way he bit his bottom lip.

you like that? she asked him.

mmmm. was his only response. he was thrusting slowly into her. he was holding his torso away from hers, resting his body weight on his hands. precisely, he ground his hips into hers. she widened her legs and brought her hands to his buttocks. it felt good--really good. she allowed her eyes to slip closed as she ground her fingernails into his ass. she responded with her own mmmm, as he lowered his chest to hover just above hers.

she felt another orgasm creeping up her spine. her back arched as her mouth gently gaped open. her last rational thought was a song lyric she heard on the way to their rendezvous:

some say the sex is overrated, but they just ain't doin it right.

once more, her hips lifted from the bed. she was loud as she told him what he did to her, how he made her feel. she gripped his broad shoulders as she beared down in her pelvis. she barely registered his grunt as her body sought push him out as her orgasm mounted. rather than withdrawing, he waited the initial force with which her body threatened to cast his out. he continued to thrust making her comments louder and more salacious.

she felt her pleasure fluid surround his dick. she felt him slide in and out of her. she heard the sound of him thrust in and out of her. it made her heady. she knew he liked it to as he said g-ddam. she clawed his back, raised her legs higher so that he could fill her completely. fuck me, she commanded. to comply, he plunged his cock inside her.

let me get on top.

with one more thrust, he rolled off of her to allow her to mount him. slowly, she straddled his hips. she shimmied down his shaft, moaning. she rocked her pelvis back and forth, relishing the feel of him solidly inside of her. she heard how wet she was. to be sure, she lifted her hips glancing back at his glistening rod. it turned her on. she began to rock again, this time pulling at her nipples. she closed her eyes and threw her head back, quickly tilting her pussy back and forth. shit, she breathed.

her hands left her breasts as she shifted her weight to her hands. with either palm on the side of his head, she lowered her chest to him and began to thrust wildly. she whimpered loudly as another orgasm threatened to overtake her. he placed his hands on each of her buttocks. she came as he captured one of her nipples in his mouth. unable to contain her pleasure, she raised her pelvis from his shaft, her love juices scalding his chest. he rubbed her ass as her juice puddled on his chest. she lowered herself onto his dick again, nearly bathing in her own love juice. again, she rode him hard, wanting recreate the same orgasm. she found that she couldn't. she rode to a higher peak. she threw her head back exposing her neck. he again mouthed her tit as one hand found her clitoris. with the other hand, he rested his thumb at her ass opening. she came again. she raised her hips of of him, as she came. she gushed onto his chest. he rested his hands on her buttocks as if to encourage her punishing climax. unable to escape, she walked up his chest so enthralled, so uncontrolled in pleasure's pursuit.

she rolled off of his, sticking her ass in the air, offering it to him. he chuckled as he rose to his knees. making quick work of it, he pressed his head into her pussy. she lowered her breasts to the bed as he slid his length inside of her.

she had just one more seduction technique planned...

a mighty fine new year

2006-01-06T05:15:00.000-06:00

it's an old -ism that whatever it is that you are doing on new year's day will portend those things to come in new year. i spent 48 hours holed up in a hotel, having blissfully wonderful sex. not that i am complaining. in fact, i have no regrets or complaints--which is rare, right? typically, i have something to share about my sexual exploits, but, for some reason, i cannot do it this time. some things--especially the really great things, i guess, deserve to stay private. i want to hold onto and harness the wonderfully delicious experiences i had this weekend for a while longer.

i will say that i have never felt more sexually liberated than i did at the turn of the new year. i did some things i've never done, will probably never do with another man, and some really uncoordinated things. example? having sex (reverse cowgirl) and nearly falling off the dick and bed. while i don't think he found it terribly uncoordinated, it was terribly embarrassing for me even if he didn't take notice.

i met mc when i was particulary pissed off and completely finished with my current romantic interest (my choice--no really--my choice) and i wasn't looking to immediately enter into another romantic relationship. so ours was purely sexual and, after the first time, i kept calling. the sex must be beyond my wildest dreams because i can't let go of it and fear never having it again. what's more, i'm curious about the man who makes me so uninhibited, desiring to please him and me.

people who have had really good sex understand that when you've had great sex, you cannot allow yourself to go back to alright, mediocre, or just plain old good sex. you want the supernatural shit all the time. if you're wondering whether or not you've had good sex, then you haven't. once you have it, you know that it doesn't get any better. during our pre-/post-coital rest (pre- becuase were going to do it again, and post- because we had just finished), i told him that he had spoiled me. i have a distinct feeling that we will end up like the couple in the old movie "the same time next year" or something.

the little black dress, Part IX

2006-01-05T17:41:00.000-06:00

she felt his fingers against her folds and she was in heaven. she was wet and ready for him. mmmmm.she turned her head to the left as her back arched slightly. she slid her hand from her side to her nipple. she opened her legs wide to allow him easy access. as his fingers found her clit, he softly kissed her neck. she felt a tremor rack through her body. she lifted her hips to meet his hand as his fingers found her most intimate opening. she grabbed for his throbbing shaft wanting to show him that she was ready for him to penetrate her.

now, she whispered.

he pulled his face from her neck and chuckled, chortled really. he fastened his mouth to her free nipple and she knew it wouldn't be long before she was bucking and coming all over the bed. slowly, he moved his body until he was between her thighs. he meticulously placed each of her thighs over his shoulders.

that's so pretty. he spoke of her freshly waxed honeypot.

softly, he kissed her clitoris. she hummed her approval of his oral ministrations. then he began to swirl his tongue about the pink button. she closed her eyes and brought her hands to her nipples. she twirled the delicate buds as he began to suck her clit. shit, she murmured. she could feel the cold heat of her orgasm radiating from her her groin, up her spine. she began to writhe in her pleasure. before she was aware, he slid his tongue from her pleasure button to the sensitive area between her vagina and her anus. she cried out just as his thumb came to rest on her anus. he flicked his tongue over and against her perineum. she came--hard. she put her hands on his bald head to escape his relentless mouth.

she became more and more vocal, whining and moaning her approval. it didn't take long for her to realize that he wasn't going anywhere. on the heels of her first orgasm, she had another and another. she was riding the wave of pleasure. she began to shake uncontrollably. fuck...oh, fuck....fuck again she moaned loudly. over and over again, she screamed his name. he allowed his tongue to penetrate her as he manipulated her clitoris with his thumb and index finger. her hips violently jerked up from the bed as she screamed and she came apart in his mouth. she felt the wetness creep up the sheet underneath her buttocks. eyes closed, she felt the bed shift as he moved from between her legs to her side. he placed her own essence on her lips with a kiss. with a sated smile, she looked into his face. gently he touched her honeypot. ready? he asked. before she could answer, she felt him settle between her legs. she could feel the head of his shaft seeking her entrance.

she thought her seduction was going well, excited for the next phase...

the little black dress, Part VIII

2006-01-03T06:19:00.000-06:00

(please read the installment below for context)

she allowed him sleep. in fact, she was a bit sleepy herself. she hadn't slept the night before and knew she needed her rest to continue with her seduction. she drifted to sleep with the wide, toothy smile of a Cheshire cat.

nearly an hour later she stretched her body languorously. it was time for part two. she softly padded to the bathroom to regroup. she knew her plan of attack, she was, quite simply, nervous. she loved the feel of his skin on the pads of her fingers. she loved his smell. she loved the way he fit inside of her mouth, her throat, her pussy. she loved the way he held her. but this wasn't the time for sentimentality. she had a job to do.

quietly, she made her way from the bathroom to her suitcase just beside the bed. she pulled her vibrator from her bag. quite content with herself, she tossed the vibrator on the bed and made quick work of waking him. trying twice to nudge him out of a deep slumber to no avail, she finally settled on sucking him awake. his sleep filled eyes bleary focused on her. he offered her a sexy promise disguised as a smile.

hi there, he said. are you coming up here to play now?

in a second. she felt him begin to stir in her mouth. mmmm. she was in heaven. she flicked her tongue over the head of his dick. she was noisy, slurping, swallowing, and sucking. with every sound he moaned. with his head back on a pillow, she began her assault. as before, she lapped on the head of his dick. she sat between his thighs, each of her legs resting on each of his thighs.

you got tricks?

she laughed thinking about what she had in store for him. he snapped his head from the pillow to watch her as she took him into the back of her throat again.

g-d, he whispered.

watching him watch her, she slowly allowed his dick to reappear centimeter by delicious centimeter. knowing what he liked, she let a small trail linger from her lips to the tip of his shaft. she quickly swallowed him, but only half his shaft this time. she wanted to make it good for him. wanted him to remember her...always all ways. in no time, his head again dropped back to the pillow behind him. recognizing that he wasn't watching what she was doing, but rather feeling it, she snaked her arm under the cover to recover her vibrator. using her left hand to pump his shaft, she tongued his head. her mouth followed her hand halfway down his shaft when she turned the vibrator on low speed. he snapped his head to as he yelled number of expletives. she knew he was okay. in fact, he loved it.

he began to twitch. not as small as the trembling before and not violent enough to shake--he twitched. she pulled back from him, turning the vibrator off.

finally. he assumed that her assault was over. he reached for her telling her that now it was her turn to experience what he had in store for her. she giggled like a schoolgirl, just narrowly escaping his arms. she, instead, grabbed her water on the nightstand. taking a hearty swig, she returned to his engorged cock. she allowed the cool water to swirl around his dick letting a few drops roll down its magnificent length. he moaned. he moaned a lot. but she was immune to his moans, oblivious to the ranting pleasure that made him entreat her to join him. once the twiching began, she again turned on the vibrator. his mouth opened wide as his body jack-knifed up. she placed the vibrator at the based of her lower lip against his head. had her mouth not been doubly full, she would have smiled. with the index finger of her left hand, she grabbed the base of his cock. his sac lay in the palm of her hand. she lightly squeezed them between her thumb and ring finger. she moved the vibrator in her right hand from her lip to her cheek. he was trembling and violently...twitching. she wasn't going to allow him to orgasm just yet, but she couldn't resist. she made quick work of swallowing, then thrusting his dick down her throat. with her nose buried in his pubic hair, she applied the vibrator to her throat. never knowing him to be rough with her, he cried out deep in his throat as he wildly thrust in her throat. he grabbed the vibrator, shut it off, and threw in the vicinity of the other bed. eyes closed, he bent at the waist forcefully dragging her the length of his body. he laid her flat on the mattress as his head found her breast. his twitching slowly subsided as he lay there with her hands caressing his baldhead. he missed the wide smile that played at her lips disappear as his hand slipped between the folds of her wet, wet pussy...

alas, another installment of the little black dress

2006-01-02T19:39:00.000-06:00

she watched him retreat to the kitchen thinking how truly blessed she was. he was a good man. and she would get the inspiration she needed to continue her story tonight. she started to the kitchen after him knowing she would find bliss.

She closed the novel and nearly threw it across the room. She wasn't in the mood for the fairy tale ending. She had long since given up on such fantastic endings. She was no Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, or Snow White. She was just a woman from a small Midwestern suburb and she wanted to be fucked. She lie back against the iron headboard. She couldn't rest, couldn't sleep. Her stomach was in knots. In just a few hours, she would meet him. The him that had filled her thoughts for the last three years. She remembered the last time that they were together so long ago like it was yesterday. In her memories, she was never far from his relentless mouth, from his searing touch. In just a few hours, he would be hers.

She had it planned well in advance of this meeting. She would seduce him. She drove the speed limit almost all the way to their meeting point halfway between the two of them. The butterflies in her stomach continued to flit and flitter heightening her anxiety. She didn't know if he would reject her advances, afraid of relinquishing control. To this point he had control over her, while preferring to remain elusive. Not this time. This time, she wanted him to remember her...always.

She made it to the hotel room an hour before he did. She was thankful for the time to compose herself. She looked around the room. It wasn't anything special. but the surroundings had little to do with what she had on her mind. She hurried to her cell phone seeking to stop its insistent ringing. It was him. He was lost? It would take another fifteen minutes? Shit. As she tried to hide the disappointment, there was a knock at the door.

Fuck. He's here.

She only hesitated a moment before throwing the door open. she was happy to see him. he was the same man she remembered--tall, beautiful smile, sexy as hell. he walked in with his bags hugged her and shut the door in one fell swoop. she looked up at him and coyly smiled. she led him to the bed. no words were necessary. she raised the right side of her mouth, smirking, as she unfastened his belt. she slid his jeans over his legs. kneeling before his feet, she took his boots off. he grasped at the air, telling her that she wore too many clothes. she smiled and continued with her task.

she knew what she wanted, what she wanted to give him. in compliance, she allowed him to take off her shirt as she took his off him. he sat at the edge of the bed, nude. she was most peaceful as she knelt between his legs taking his semi-flaccid member in her mouth.

hmmmm. she moaned. she loved the feel of him, the taste of him in her mouth. she didn't waste time licking at the head. she was determined. she took him fully into her mouth, sucking while swirling her tongue around his frenulum. she barely registered his moans as she became heady from the pleasure of having him like this. she went up and down his shaft at a rapid rate. she paid no attention to the sounds he made as she attempted to swallow his dick whole. he was so big. her mouth only covered the upper half of his penis. she put both of her hands around his length and proceeded to tongue his shaft.

oh g-d. he moaned. she smiled to herself. this was only the beginning. with her mouth halfway down his shaft, she began to use her right hand to jack him in her mouth. she applied more and more suction. she knew she was gaining the upper hand as his legs began to tremble. when it became too much, he laid down on the bed unable to watch her ministrations anymore, legs still shaking.

no fair, he said. you're having all the fun.

she pulled her mouth from his dick. she laughed as her hands twisted about his turgid head. with her hands she moved her palms, one after the other, over his member. he began to shake.

you okay? she asked.

his response was to tremble as she placed her mouth on him once again. he asked her once, twice, three times to come up to him, face-to-face.

dammit, ________. he pleaded with her.

slowly he came to a sitting position as she lapped at the head of his dick. mmmmmmm. nothing had ever tasted so good. nothing had ever felt so right. she had waited a lifetime for this moment and she wasn't going to waste it. she took him deep into her mouth. afraid of an adverse reaction, she pulled back before she could gag on his large shaft.

she let go of him completely, taking off her clothes. she lay back on the other bed and allowed him to penetrate her. she felt him slowly slide inside of her. a deep contentment hummed in her throat. she was full, she began to move on her own accord. the feel of him inside of her made her wet--extremely wet. she heard her reaction to him as his dick glided in and out of her, her love juices making his journey swift and snug. she snapped her hips up, not allowing him to penetrate her again.

come stand at my head. she commanded him. as he walked from one end of the bed to her head, she allowed her head to hang off of the bed. he bent his swollen shaft into her mouth. placing her hands on his buttocks, she guided him further into her mouth. he pulled back allowing her to breathe. once. twice. again cradling his ass, she held her breath and ushered him in, her nose nestled between his cock and his sac. she began to swallow. to her surprise, she wasn't gagging, but making it better for him.

applying pressure to his hips he withdrew from her mouth. pulling at his buttocks again, she felt him slide past the back of her tongue into her throat. she felt him grow and expand. she felt the rim of his glans travel past her a small ridge in her own throat. the clicking sound echoed in her head like fourth of july fireworks. she began to move her head, fucking him with her throat. he began to flail his arms. if her mouth and throat were free, she would have laughed. he looked as though he was caught in the matrix. and, although he was standing, his legs began to shake.

again, she guided him out of her mouth, only to pull his buttocks forcing his rigid member into her throat. she felt his vein on the bottom of his dick begin to press against her throat. she slapped his ass as he began to move inside of her throat. placing his fingers between her legs, he felt her love juice steaming, sliding down, down, down her butt cheeks to the bed.

damn, girl. oh, shit....

she felt it, knew it was coming. she wanted it. wanted to feel close to him. wanted more of him inside of her. she smacked his ass again as she placed her hands on her thighs. she jerked him into her throat as she felt the heat of his semen scald the back of her throat. he began to shake, spasming once, twice, three times, if a million, as his dick began to shrink. almost immediately he collapsed upon the bed beside her with his head on her thigh. she heard a distant gun shot. she smiled at the man lying, spent, on her thigh. rousing his still trembling body until his eyes were just barely open, she greeted him.

happy new year.

the little black dress, Part VI

2005-12-17T09:05:00.000-06:00

would you please make me a sandwich?

she promptly threw her head back and laughed.

the cursor kept blinking at her, mocking her. she sat back from her computer. the damn story lacked detail and she knew it. something was different. she knew the writing about the foreplay between the strangers was good, damn good, but chemistry was gone. she needed another angle.

babe? she called out.

she knew she this entry of her story wasn't where she felt it should be. she was frustrated, she didn't know what else to write. she needed inspiration.

yep? he walked into the room, dishtowel slung over his shoulder. he looked so sexy. since he had stopped smoking, his face looked so much more handsome, less weathered. she drug her eyes over his body. his flannel pants slung low on his hips. there were damp spots on his t-shirt where the dish water had assaulted him, wanting to get as close to him as she was going to be. in just a few short months, they would celebrate their eighth anniversary. it was unbelievable how much they had been through--two miscarriages, one stillborn baby, the death of each of their parents, the birth of their son, who, tonight, was with his brother. these thoughts escaped her mind nearly as soon as she thought them. she smiled a small smile and with her eyes beaming love, she walked to him.

i love you. she told him as she looked into his eyes telling him that she would prove it as she had on countless nights like this one. as she stepped into his embrace, she could feel him begin to strain against her stomach. she planted her smile into his lips. she had forgotten the last time she had kissed him, couldn't remember his taste--the roadmap on his tongue. she used the tip of her tongue to lave his bottom lip. it was fuller than his top lip. as she attended to his lip, she felt his moustache tickle her lip. soon, she knew her face and body would be rouged from the five o'clock shadow that would rub against her cheeks...and thighs.

lazily, with intent, he began to kiss her. he invited her tongue into his mouth. he stroked her tongue reminding her of how he would love her later. immediately the crotch of her panties became moist. she loved him like this, willing and open. she felt his hands burrow their way underneath her layers of clothes to touch the sensitive skin of her back. she snaked her arms around his neck to caress the back of his neck. she marveled at the feel of the closely cropped hair at his nape.

as his hands covered her breasts, stroking her nipples through the thin cloth of her bra, the shrill scream of the kettle interrupted their play.

frustrated, he placed his forehead against hers. with a derisive laugh he said,

hold that thought. i was making you some tea to comfort you while you wrote.

she watched him retreat to the kitchen thinking how truly blessed she was. he was a good man. and she would get the inspiration she needed to continue her story tonight. she started to the kitchen after him knowing she would find bliss.

the little black dress, Part V

2005-12-16T11:01:00.000-06:00

he chuckled as she made her way to the front door, loving the way in which her hips gently swayed back and forth like a ripe field of wheat. he realized that if the night was going to continue, she was going to need some nourishment. he was saddened to see her don his shirt. he picked up the rest of their discarded clothing and led her into the house.

hmm. nice decor. she smiled.

you've only seen the foyer.

it's a hell of a lot better than wooden slats.

his laughter roared through the old house. he motioned her to follow him with a twist of his neck. they made their way to the kitchen. he saw her check out the state of the art appliances. she leaned over the jenair stove and looked up at him.

very nice.

he nodded his appreciation. the kitchen was cozy, he knew. there was a large fireplace on one of the walls near the table. he was glad he thought to put a few logs on it before heading back outside for their last round. he started to move around the kitchen, stopping at the refrigerator, at the microwave, pulling a few shelved items from the cabinets. there was little conversation as she watched him deftly move throughout the kitchen. soon, he produced a light meal that he sat in front of her. a warm salad with seared tuna, crusty bread, and a small cup of broth. he retrieved a bottle of water and poured her a glass.

she began to pick at her salad. he could sense her skepticism about the food. he watched her take one bite and then another. her suprise was obvious. soon, her food was gone.

you aren't going to eat? she asked.

no. my stamina doesn't come from food.

it was her turn to laugh. it was as if warm butter flowed over him as her sultry laughter dripped from her lips. he started to laugh, but as she was seated on a barstool at the island, he glimpsed the long expanse of her leg.

uh-oh. she smirked as she took notice of his arousal.

this next one is for me. he told her as he unseated her and walked her to the old, but sturdy, kitchen table. her thighs were pressed into the table. he pulled his shirt over her buttocks. she offered him her chest, grasping the edge of the table, inviting him to unbutton the shirt. he knew what he wanted and he was growing impatient by degrees. to her surprise, he ripped the shirt from her body and pushed her up against the rock wall closest to the fireplace. her fingernails dug into his back as he ravaged her neck. he ground his arousal into her pelvis hoping she would not complain about his roughness. he pulled down his underwear just to his thighs. roughly, he entered her.

he barely noticed her scream and the ferocity with which her nail dug into his back. he couldn't feel his skin breaking as she clawed his back in pleasure. he focused on her warmth. how tight she was. she gloved him, milking him, enticing his climax within her walls. she pulled one leg up to allow him to fully enter her. he placed his head warily on the wall near her shoulder. he wanted to prolong his pleasure. he felt her begin to move. he tensed. sweat beaded at his brow, his body both hot and cold. he quickly and savagely began to thrust into her hot, hot pussy. he heard her moan, as he picked up his pace thrusting the full length of his manhood into her.

before he could establish his stroke, she removed her leg from his buttocks. dazed, he allowed her to push him to the hearth. covering his eyes with his arm, he felt her remove the last scrap of clothing from his body. the next thing he felt was her mouth, warm and wet on his dick. he raised his head up to see her work him over. she was ruthless. up and down and up and down, with a quick precise rhythm, he watched himself disappear into his mouth. he nearly lost it when she took him fully inside of her mouth and began to suck him. he began to claw at the stone hearth of the fireplace, no longer able to watch her. he could only feel. he was so close, but he kept fighting his pending arousal.

she felt him grow and thicken in her mouth as he began to come. she quickly withdrew her mouth.

nooo. he said as he felt her withdraw her mouth from his almost painful member. before he could lift his head to see what prompted her mouth's sudden departure, she straddled him taking the full length of him inside her hot body. she began to move. she smirked at him, saying, the first one's for you, right?

with skill she rode him, her breasts bouncing in the firelight. quickly she found the right rhythm. she was pulling his orgasm from him. she rocked back onto her heels and took him fully inside and began to snap her hips up and down the length of his shaft. he felt how wet she was, how wet she was becoming as their interlude progressed. he started to thicken and grow as he heard her pant and mutter obscenities--telling him how good he felt, mocking him, asking him if he wanted her to stop.

he pleaded with her not to stop. he was about to come. she felt it and picked up her pace. she became a blur as her hips rode him. he felt her clench the walls of her vagina around him. he became dizzy. as he grabbed her buttocks to push himself fully into her, he felt her palm his balls.

he yelled out as his orgasm spilled into her body. she used her muscles to milk him. he was fully inside her, convulsing as she pulled the last bit of pleasure from him. with his hands planted loosely on her hips and his eyes closed he asked her,

would you please make me a sandwich?

she promptly threw her head back and laughed.

more of the black dress?

2005-12-12T18:14:00.000-06:00

please let me know what you think of "the little black dress" series. is there more to say or has everything been said... i will seriously contemplate any and all suggestions.

the little black dress, Part IV

2005-12-12T14:24:00.000-06:00

please read parts 1-3, in the posts directly below this one.

he rolled back onto his heels and away from her steaming vagina. take your shoes off, he commanded, she did as she was told. slowly she lowered herself onto the soft heels of her feet. he set her shoes to his right. turn around. not sure where he was going with his commanding demeanor, she decided not to argue. he hadn't disappointed her yet. he began to stroke her thighs and ass. nice, he murmured as he placed butterfly kisses on the ample cheeks of her derriere. he raised up fully on his knees and began to kiss and stroke her back. how did he know that was one of her spots. her knees began to buckle. she felt him grin into each kiss he placed on her back.

is something funny? she asked.

no. step back.

she complied. he kissed the backs of her knees and ran his tongue along the delicate strip of skin where her thighs ended and her buttocks began. she shivered again. he placed her foot on his thigh. slightly off balance, she awaited the next flick of his tongue. she felt him bend her leg and raise her foot to the doorknob. what the... quickly he took one of the lace straps from her shoe and tied her foot to the knob. awkwardly, she pitched her body weight forward. her face was pressed against the red door and her hands precariously grasping at the door jamb. she knew two things. one, she wasn't into s&m and, two,she was wide open. the cold night air tickled her pink lips and sent shocks through her clit. she thought to untie herself but she wanted to see what he had planned. standing behind her, he whispered in her ear.

i promise you three like this.

with the tingle the night air created in her body, she was already close to one. he pulled his shirt out of his slacks and sat between the door and her thigh. pushing slightly away from the door jamb without losing her balance, she saw him look at her pussy in awe. she could just barely feel the warmth of his breath on her mons. it was a strange sensation as the cold air would waft around her clitoris alternating with his breath. he moved his face close to her clitoris. she moaned in anticipation. he placed a hot kiss on her pubis. she began to pant and whine. she wanted him to take her in his mouth, but she was damned if she was going to beg him to do it. maybe he didn't eat pussy. she doubted it. there was something very erotic about the way he looked at her folds of womanhood. he was deeply engrossed and at rapt attention. she felt a familiar pull low in her abdomen. the hell she was coming. then he looked up at her. she could barely read his expression in the dark, but she could sense his animalistic attraction. she couldn't stand it any longer. she closed her eyes and let the feeling begin to subsume her. she began to shake. she could feel his eyes on her, feel his breath on her womanhood. she began to moan loudly, just as her first orgasm started to take over, she felt his mouth hot and hard, sucking her clit, milking her. she began to tremble violently. her breath coming in short spurts. her knees gave way as her love juice trickled down her thighs. he felt her come and wouldn't let go. she felt him shift his mouth, slicing his tongue over her clit while sucking all of her orgams out of her. she crested, again and again and again. he wouldn't stop. at some point, he had untied her ankle and her foot inched higher on the door frame to allow him better access. he gave her one rapt tap on her behind, she screamed into the depths of the night and crumpled to the porch, drained. she didn't know how many times she came, but she was sure it was more than three. too sated to open her eyes and look for or at him, she felt him move her. she hoped he had at last opened the door and they could go inside to the bed. she found herself on her hands and knees with her pashmina cushioning her from the hard cold wood of the porch.

wildly, she looked around at him. you owe me two more, he said as his hand slid from her slit to her sex button over and over again. she began to tingle. two more, she thought. impossible. she didn't need to come anymore. she would have been happy to take a nap. she was resting on her forearms with her ass in the air, once again, exposed. before she could express her doubt in her ability to come again, he softly lapped at the sensitive area between her pussy and her anus.

damn, she muttered.

he inserted his tongue into her hot box. he applied light pressure to her anus with his thumb. for a moment she was afraid he was going to try to finger her there. she relaxed as she realized that his only intent was to stimulate her nerve endings. she could feel another orgasm coming. he placed his hand low on her stomach as if to further expose her womanhood. with excrutiating deftness and painful precision, his thumb slowly, s l o w l y rotated over her sensitive nub. she tried to jump from the combined pleasure of his mouth and thumb. the position of his hand prevented her from moving. she had to take it. tears began to well in her eyes as the monster of her orgasm devoured her. thrashing her head from side to side, her entire body began to jerk. he knowly replaced his thumb with his mouth. his tongue moved about her protuberance while his lips firmly held it in place. tears slid down her cheeks as she wordlessly shook her head in bliss. there were no words. nothing had ever felt like this, as good as this. she felt liquid shoot out of her. there wasn't anything she could do about that now. the man and the sensations for which he was responsible were all that mattered in this moment. her legs began to slide across the floor trying to raise her ass in the air as if to get away from his relentless mouth. she barely registered his grunt, but he didn't stop. she didn't know that she had moved them nearly two feet across the porch. he let her go as he began to see the skin at her knees breaking from wood burns, as she was no longer protected by the pashmina that lay in a heap where they had started. he pulled on her nub with this mouth before letting her go. she released an animal-like scream that registered with his own animalistic nature. he sat back on his knees smug, as he watched her body continue to spasm as she lie on her side, her love juice trickling over her thigh.

she was suspended in another world. she thought she heard an animal sniveling. it took three full minutes before she realized the sounds she heard were coming deep from her own throat, deep from within her. her body continued to buck from the aftershocks of pleasure that still gripped her. her body was swathed in sweat. she couldn't feel the cool winds at all. in fact, she was only vaguely aware that her companion had left her. for a moment, she wanted to cry at his sudden abandonment. since he had shattered her to pieces, she wanted him to put her back together again. before she could think about it further, he stood before her with a quilt and a bottle with a substance that glinted yellow in the moonlight.

bed. she rasped. her throat sore from the screams torn from her deeply sated body. he walked just out of her eyesight. she felt the cool air whoosh against her skin. as he bent to lift her, she opened her arms to him, needing his warmth, needing his strength. he walked a few steps before placing her on the out-spread quilt. no. she told him with determination.

but you owe me one more. he reasoned. i can't. the panic in her voice nearly tangible.

one more. he remained steadfast with no room for objection. surely, he was the devil she thought. her tormentor. she was barely capable of rational thought, let alone another orgasm. she expected him to be freaky, not crazy, not a masochist. fine, she thought, if she died from an overdose of sex, at least she would die happy. and, with the way that her body was feeling, she was sure that she had absolutely nothing left.

he stripped down to his underwear. his own arrousal pulsing in the light of the moon. she could tell by the determined set of his jaw that he would not give into his own desire until her fulfilled his promise to her. he stretched his long, lean body onto the quilt beside her. he told her to lay on her back. again, she followed his instruction. on his side, elbow bent with his head resting in the palm of his hand, he reached over her skimming her nipples with his outstretched arm as he grabbed the unfamiliar bottle. too resigned to fight, she decided not to ask him what was in the bottle. she was instantly warmed by the heat radiating from his body. she fought a shiver--a flashback of the pleasure he granted only moments before. he placed the bottle on her stomach and traced her lips with the tip of his tongue. she darted her own tongue out to engage his in a sensuous battle. she could handle this. an hour of this and she would be ready for penetration. he kissed her lazily, his tongue drugging her, making her breathless. she was unaware that he had opened the bottle. she felt intense warmth on her nipples. oh g-d. she thought. this felt good...real good. she pulled her lips from his, as he looked at her nipples expecting to see his fingers tugging and pulling at them. they glistened in the moonlight. rather unexpectedly, she felt his hot mouth on her nipple. damn, i got got again, she thought. these feelings were postively divine, ordained, . . . heavenly. with light pressure, he took her nipple between his teeth and released. as her breast vibrated from his abrupt release, he blew across her chest. her stomach clenched. she owed him one and she was sure, at this moment, that she would deliver. he leaned farther over to lave the same attention upon her other nipple. he placed his hand just under her pelvic bone centered between her hips. with the heel of his hand he placed pressure there while his mouth worked her other nipple over.

he removed his hand when he felt her g-spot harden from the outside. slowly, he inserted two fingers inside of her. he curled them as if to beckon her third coming. quickly, he began to move his two fingers against her g-spot while alternately blowing on her areolae. this orgasm wasn't nearly as intense as the last but it was a welcomed relief and release to her. she watched him watch her as electricity flowed white hot through her veins. she clung to his forearm as she came the requisite third time. instead of feeling drained, she felt as if she could conquer the world. she had boundless energy. she was ready for him. she asked,

may i see inside the house now?

indeed, you may.

the little black dress, Part III

2005-12-11T22:59:00.000-06:00

please check out the first two installments below . . .

standing there, still spread eagle, her red pashmina at her ankles, she tried to collect herself-her thoughts, her grounding, her breath, she felt his jacket encircle her shoulders. she looked over her shoulder. he stood casually only a few steps away, with his hands in his trouser pockets, her pashmina neatly folded and thrown over his shoulder as if to show his royal lineage. are you ready? she turned to face him her face lit with a smirk of mirth. she stood staring directly into his black orbs. slowly, without breaking eye contact, she grasped his right shoulder and lifted her leg. hooking her thumb in the waist band of her panties she tugged them down her right hip. she licked her lips, held tight to his left shoulder and pulled her panties down her ankle. she smiled bashfully and placed the delicate scrap of material in the interior pocket of his sports coat. ready.

he stepped out of the aclove and nodded for her to step out onto the well-lit cobblestone street. most of the traffic from the club closers had thinned by this time. your place, not mine? she smiled sweetly. he threw his head back and barked out a gale of laughter. i had something else in mind. his mouth wide from genuine amusement. he stepped close to her, bent his head, his lips hovering dangerously close to her own. warm? she could barely think, he had a mind-boggling effect on her.

"folks, we've got to clear this area. club's closed."

without moving his body or his head, he replied "we were just leaving officer." she lodged her hand between his shirt and belt buckle and pulled him the fraction of an inch to her mouth. she devoured his lips. she didn't stop, couldn't stop, when the officer chuckled and told them not to loiter too long. crazy kids. he thought.

he broke her kiss with a grin noticing the swell of her bottom lip from his kiss. he grabbed her hand and pulled it to his mouth. instead of kissing the back of her hand as she expected, he licked his lips and his moist tongue carressed her palm. slowly pulling her by her hand he led her to his car. she noticed that it was a mid-sized luxury car. domestic. those facts might come in handy if she found herself in his trunk later that morning. the car alarm chirped as it was disarmed. leading her to the passenger side of the car, he opened her door. he wore a warm smile as she slid into the leather bucket seat. he took his index finger and slowly traced her collarbone. he inched he finger deliberately down her chest until finally he arrived at her nipple. he tweaked it as he placed a kiss on her forehead.

as he jogged behind the car around to the driver's side, she thought. my turn. she turned a radiant face to him as he reached over and fastened first her seatbelt then his own. as the engine purred to life, sade softly crooned through the car speakers. a little trite, she thought. but definitely workable. soon they were headed east on the major thoroughfare out of the city and away from her home. every so often he would look at her from the corner of his eye. she pretended to watch the retreating skyscrapers as they made their way further east. she reached across the gearshift and felt his manhood. she was disappointed to find that he was just barely aroused. she chuckled.

i can do better than that.

he smiled at the way in which his words were served back to him. this was a sexy lady with personality and attitude. quickly and deftly with one hand, she undid his belt buckle, unzipped his pants, unfastened his pants, and began to stoke his member from the opening in his grey designer boxer briefs. in the matter of a minute he was fully aroused. she smiled a half smile at him. looks like turnabout is fair play.

she watched his knuckles lose their color as he gripped the steering wheel. beads of sweat dotted his forehead as she cupped her hand over the head of his turgid flesh. she noted the irony as sade sang about the kiss of life as she slowly lowered her head to his shaft. he expelled his breath at once, feeling the pleasure of her warm mouth surround the most sensitive part of his anatomy. she felt the car swerve slightly as she suckled lightly at the tip of his penis. she lapped at his member. his breathing became labored as she took him in her mouth inch by delicious inch. shit.it took everything in him not to speak in falsetto. she looked at his rigid dick and marveled at its beauty. it was beautiful--bobbing around in the receding city lights. she licked at the sensitive skin that connected the base to the tip. he gasped. then, she began to wet his penis from base to tip with her saliva. she applied more suction, tasting his salty essence. she applied pressure to the shaft as her mouth tongued his tip. he began to shudder and spasm. she laughed deep in her throat, humming against his dick. she never slowed her speed, taking great care to pay attention to the head. with her other hand she palmed his balls. ummmm...baby. damn it, baby. shit. she smiled as she increased the pressure of her hand and the suction of her mouth--worshipping his shaft with her carefully honed skills. he let his hand rest lightly on her head. normally, she would have stopped. but, it felt right. he wasn't trying to control her speed, rather, he was fighting for control. his breathing became more labored. pulling the car over, he removed his hand and placed his forehead on the wheel. he slowly leaned back in his seat, his body jerking each time she flicked and swirled her tongue on the head of his penis. with a weary exhale, he turned the car off.

we're here.

she raised her head not allowing him completion. her eyes glinted with laughter as she gently touched the corners of her mouth to fix her lip gloss. her eyes raked his face. as the last spasm rocked his body, he opened his eyes. he saw the triumph solidly present in her eyes.

touche. he said as he rested his head on his seat rest. as if those few moments rejuvenated him, he righted himself, undid her seatbelt then his own. after exiting the car and coming around to her side, he opened her door. he offered his hand and helped her out of the car. they stood in the unpaved driveway of an old victorian house ablaze with light. i guess he did bring me to his place, she thought.

he smiled at her as he closed the passenger door. he blanketed her body with his own, pressing her back against the car. he kissed her long and hard placing his hand between her breasts. he felt her heart accelerate and he again gained the upper hand. he opened her legs by pressing his hard member between her thighs. he ground his hard penis against her mound, lifting her off the ground. she moaned as she locked her left leg around his thigh, her knee at his buttocks. he felt the moisture at the juncture of her thighs penetrate her dress as well as his slacks through to his bare thigh. she broke his kiss as she flung her frenzied moan to the star-encrusted sky.

he took her hand in his and led her up to the porch that wrapped around the first floor of the house. he entertwined both of his hands with hers and pulled her close to him--her hands in his. suddenly her back was pressed solidly against a red door. slowly he dropped to his knees. immediately, she looked the property over for any neighbor's prying eyes. no neighbors to be seen this time of night, she felt the cold night air against her intimate place, her stomach, her breasts. she lifted her arms as he brought her dress over her head. she wasn't embarrassed by her nudity, in fact she was turned on and felt her secretions trickle antagonizingly down her thigh. again, he dropped to his knees. he was level with her pussy. she could feel his moist, warm breath on her neatly trimmed pubic hair. she lifted her hips toward his mouth. he leaned back, refusing to touch her with his mouth. he lifted her leg, supporting it at both her thigh and her calf. she lowered her hips back to the door. he placed her leg over his shoulder and looked up to her face. as his face neared her moist honeypot, his smile made her juices flow freely. his voice laced with sarcasm, he told her,

payback is a muthafucka.

her left arm crept up the red door like a vine, as his tongue carefully began to lick the liquid streaming down her thigh.

the little black dress, Part II

2005-12-11T17:42:00.000-06:00

please read the first installment below...

yeah. yeah. yeah. she had heard it all before...twelve inches...go all night...i eat pussy like a pro...bl-blah, bl-blah, bl-blah, blah, blah. he stepped aside and with a gallant sweep of his arm, he invited her to lead the way. she began walking through the throng of sex-crazed dancers. her cheeks begin to tint pink as she felt his left hand on her hip and his groin solidly situated against her ass. his hand molded to her hip as if it was cast to fit her hip, just then, just that way. as she came to a particularly dense grouping of dancers, he put his hand on her rib cage. to onlookers, it probably looked very innocent--a lover, a boyfriend clearing the way for his companion. as she tried to navigate two bodies between bodies pressed upon bodies pressed upon bodies, his hand slowly slid under her red pashmina, gently brushing the skin on the underside of her arm, underneath her dress. she sharply inhaled as his blunt fingers found and pinched her right nipple. she felt the sweet torture of her dress rubbing against her upper thigh. then as if to torment her with whispered promises, he, instead, flicked his tongue inside of her ear. quickly she pushed through the crowd trying to get away from the cocoon of pleasure he was trying to wrap her in. as she pushed through the dancing couples, he let go of her nipple and, again, placed his left hand solidly on her left hip.

she made her way outside. funny, it was much colder when she started down the street. her "date" placed his hand at the small of her back. walk. he said. she wasn't into any rape simulations. slowly, she tilted her head up with a bright smile on her lips. initially, she planned to jovially explain to him that she was not his bitch or his ho and that she would do things her own way in her own time. initially. his mouth descended upon hers like a bird upon its prey. his tongue snaked around hers, stroking, laving every nubby nerve ending as if to forever mark his memory. he licked her lips with his tongue before he broke the kiss with a grin. her moist lips quivered as she opened her eyes questioning why he ended the kiss. quickly he ducked his head, stepping in front of her, he led her to the darkened aclove of an abandoned building.

the metal grate felt cool against her flushed cheek. his groin pressed, hard, into her buttocks. she whimpered softly as he spread her legs with his foot. he brought his right hand in front of her hips, under dress, and up to the dampened crotch of her lacy panties. i can do better than that, he said as he ground his thick member against her ass. he began to manipulate her clitoris between his thumb and index finger. he stretched his middle finger forward to rub her damp slit. with his left hand he pulled her in closer to his groin. she felt him straining between her butt cheeks. she began to move against him letting go of a deep moan. damn, i'm horny, she thought. she felt her clit grow as middle his finger began to glide at her most intimate opening. with her hands clenching the links of the fence, spread eagle, she began to grind herself against his hand. he inserted his middle finger inside of her and she brought his left hand to her left nipple. he grasped her nipple first demonstrating with it what he would eventually to do to her honey button.

shit. don't stop...whatever you do, don't stop.

he felt his hand become wet from his ministrations, her liquid dripping into his palm. he smiled as he felt her come apart in his hand. her clitoris still swollen as the aftershocks from her orgasm gripped her in quick spasms. at the base of her ear, his tongue flicking at her lobe, he said, one.

the little black dress, Part I

2005-12-11T11:20:00.000-06:00

she looked over her shoulder at the clock. damn. she thought. he should have been here by now. there was just enough time for her to head to the local club up the street to steal a drink before closing. she wasn't in the mood for the loud music and gyrating bodies. but after such a shitty night, she needed a good man like jack daniels, maybe even a military man like captain morgan, to take her mind off...him. she slipped a simple black dress over her lacy boy panties. she didn't dare bother with a bra. size be damned, her nipples were aroused. as she waited for...him, in just her panties, the cool, december air wafted over her nipples engorging them, making them grow in color and shrink in size. damn him.

she walked down the cobblestone street to the club. dreams, it was called. she was hoping that her dream would come true tonight. but, reminded of what her mother had told her since she was young, never pin your dreams to a man. she wanly smiled at the bouncer as he looked from her ID to her face and asked to molest the items in her clutch with his flashlight. gum, her debit card, three gold foil squares still attached to each other, a cell phone, and astroglide--the modern woman's survival kit. he gave her a sly smile as his eyes slid the length of her body. finally they settled on and bulged at the sight of her breasts. her mind chortled with laughter. yes she knew her dress was translucent in the light--it may have been simple but it wasn't boring. she was never boring. slowly she raised to her left hand and daintly placed it over her nipple and, in her best marilyn monroe voice, questioned, what? he cleared his throat and motioned her in with his flashlight.

with less than an hour left until closing time, the girl at the front desk flicked her hand toward the thumping music and drunken haze drifting through red, blue, and flashing stobe lights. she hated strobe lights. she pulled back a delicate barstool perched to watch the action on the dancefloor. the sitting areas as well as the spaces around the bar were mainly empty excepting for the women who where scattered about the cushions and chairs saving their last steps in pinching shoes for the trip to the car. a couple of them, in poor taste, had gone as far as to take their shoes off. she looked down at her own silver slippers with the three-inch french heel. she had tied the lacy silver strings just above her ankle to give her support. she loved heels. loved the way in which they pushed her chest forward and her ass out.

as the bartender brought her a triple shot of jack, neat, she watched anxious men fumble their drunken hands across drunken women's bodies in hopes of making a corporal connection that would last after they left the club.

please don't turn around yet. i know you know what you're doing in that dress. i know that you are an intelligent woman. i don't want to get to know your mind...tonight. but i would like to acquaint myself with your body.

she tried to turn her head to fix her tormentor with the icy club stare. every woman has one, it is the polite look that aims to kill men's confidence on sight...before she even utters a word.

i said don't turn around. lean back against my chest. she did as she was told immediately deciding that it wouldn't hurt to lead the man on. plus his aggressiveness was intriguing. i don't want to hurt you. i simply want to fuck you.

hmmm. she thought. quickly she snaked her arm around his neck to stroke his closely cropped hair. nice, a fresh haircut. and...he's tall. she thought about her wasted evening. she was sexually unfulfilled. but what if he's ugly? that's inconsequential. what if he has a little dick and can't fuck? that was the issue. slowly she drug her fingernails down his chest slowly turning herself on her barstool. he took a small step back anticipating her next move. in a fraction of a second, he was between her legs his sports jacket hiding her hand as she stroked his semi-erect shaft. lord have mercy. she thought as her eyelashes flickered up toward his face. she focused on his keen features. and i do repeat, lord have mercy.

follow me. she said already off the stool and looking over her shoulder using her swaying backside to entreat his compliance. he grabbed her wrist and yanked her hard against his body. for a moment she was fearful. oh shit. what have i gotten myself into? surely flyers looking for my missing body will be plastered on telephone poles from coast to coast. i wonder if they will ever catch him. she hit the solid wall of his chest and raised her head to look directly at his mouth. i promise you, if we do this my way, he said, this will be the best night of your life.

a decision

2005-12-09T08:04:00.000-06:00

i was reading through my previous posts, specifically the BDRs. and i noticed a common thread running through almost all of the gross inept coital misfunctions i have been cursed to be a part of: male ejaculation . . . in my mouth. whether the incident occurred as a result of passive-aggressive hostility on his part or an accident, it NEVER should have happened. so i've decided from now on, the next dick that comes in my mouth, i am going to vomit on his stomach. if a man "acidentally" comes in my mouth, i will "accidently" put my two fingers down my throat and regurgitate his semen and whatever else comes up on his stomach. i'm tired of women thinking that they have to be men's sexual punching bags. are you fucking kidding me? we have a right to get what we want sexually, and if a man cannot provide that then onto the next. now, i admit my own failings in these instances to vocalize what was perfectly acceptable and what wasn't, however i think that women are socially programmed to ignore their own wants, desires, dislikes, and hell-nos in order to please a man and save his ego. well no more. i don't mind oral sex. i had a conversation with a friend of mine and she shared with me that she likes the feeling of a dick in her mouth. i must agree. for me, though, it is less about the feeling and more to do with the power that is associated with giving a man pleasure. every moan, every twitch, every "oh my g-d" gives me a sense of power. i know that i am doing that to him--me--not anyone else--me. what's more, it is so very arrousing. and then, there are just some penises that deserve to be worshipped. it's like going to church--you must worship at the dick altar--but those men are few and far between.

so i write this to fill in the missing discourse of women's desire. if a muthafucka comes in your mouth uninvited, why choose to swallow or discretely spit when you can vomit?

the beginning

2005-12-08T19:06:00.000-06:00

red as a raspberry
waiting to be plucked
full of juice
that ran down his
arm when
gently, he placed his
thumb and index fingers
on the plump
ripe fruit
rolling,
testing,
feeling the
readiness of the
berry

tugged from
the bush,
the tip of his
tongue peeking through
his teeth in
concentration of his
delicate task
anticipating
the delicious nectar
slowly sliding down
his tongue to his throat
making him grow
from the
vibrant juice...
slowly he takes her
into his
mouth
Joy!!!
. . . the explosion of
the best she had to give
it was his to
remember
her
by

a statement of love

2005-12-07T06:14:00.000-06:00

what do you do when someone you love is running themselves into the ground? do you watch them do it? do you stand idly by and not say a word as the person you love slowly loses control of his or her life? how do you intervene to make an impact? what words besides "i love you, please don't do this to me, to you, to the people who love you," can get that person to listen and stop such destructive behaviors that will surely lead to surely their demise and quite possibly their death? is it my fault? have i enabled such horrible behavior? did i cause it? is my constant presence "the straw that broke the camel's back?" can i alone make it better? what can i say that will get her to see what it is that i see--see her doing on a daily basis? is it hypocritical to see destructive behaviors in her and not name my own? how do i tell her that she has changed right before my eyes and none of it has been for the better? how can i fully live my life when i see that she is in so much pain? how can i live my life when i spend parts of my days and nightswondering if she is okay, where
she is,and if she will arrive to her home safely? how can i make her see that she has a beautiful soul? that she is highly gifted? that i love her beyond words, beyond her destructive behaviors, beyond my desire to see her change...and desire to see her change? how do i get her to open up to me and share with me the source of her depression? what words do i use? can i make her see what she is doing to herself, to me, to the people that love her? how do i move past my disappointment with her? how do i move past my disappointment with myself for not helping her? is this all she wants for her life? can i get her to desire more? what do i say to get her to understand that she is blowing her dreams, hopes, and prayers away like dandelions in the wind? ultimately, can i change another person? how do i do it? can it still be done if the person resists change? do i just walk away? is that being supportive? am i selfish for not wanting to make her problems my own? am i a bad person if i choose to just walk away? how do i get her to see the lovely black butterfly i see--and not the one she sees at the bottom of a beer can and the end of a cigarette? how many ways can i show that i love her? tell her that i love her? when do i stop crying about her destrction? when will it cease to matter to me? will it ever not matter to me? why do i love this strongly, this deeply, this abundantly? how do i stop hurting? when will i stop imagining the worst? when will i be able to talk about it to other people? how can i not show the source of my hurt to other people? why can't other people see that i am hurting? that there is a missing link in my life--one that i never mention? how do i save the most special person to me from the same hurt? how do i not kill her by degrees? how do i remain silent? who can i tell that won't judge me or her? when you are forbidden to tell secrets as a young child, how do you shake your home training? how do i stop the tears that have started to fall? how do i work my way out of my own depression with this hanging over my head? how do i not let it affect me? who i am? who i see myself becoming? who i want to be? how do i tell her i want her to come on my journey with me but not as the person she is now? how do i control my anger? how do i refrain from being pissed off? really pissed off? how do i hide this from my friends? how can i tell my story that impinges upon her story without them being swayed to protect me and thinking ill thoughts about her? how do i tell them that she is a part of me and i cannot give her up, will not give her up, and ultimately would give my life to end her suffering? what causes me to think this way, feel this way? how can i get her to embrace her own journey and out of this rut that threatens to take her life?

a holiday public service announcement

2005-12-06T22:23:00.000-06:00

"Oh the weather outside is frightful, but inside it's so delightful..."

so i was thinking about how earlier this morning i decided that my honeypot was temporarily closed for business. that coupled with my early morning trek to pay my rent. it was my mistake that i didn't look outside before donning my big, black silk down-filled coat over my "Sex Week" t-shirt and pajama bottoms. i slipped my feet into a pair of flipflops and headed downstairs. damn if i didn't walk outside and there was snow on the ground. there was just a light dusting, but it was till cold as fuck. cold as fuck. cold, and still horny from last weekend's fiasco, i thought, what can i do with my evening? my roomie was out to work this evening, so tonight would be a good night to get something on with none other than my second favorite lay--me. my mind is kind of heavy with a bunch of other shit so i probably won't get it together until tomorrow, but i thought about reflecting on what i do to get myself off. i think of it as a kind of psa (public service announcement) for women who are looking for a new and unique way to achieve orgasm. the apparatus on the right is the soft touch acuvibe massager. i purchased mine from brookstone for about $50. it was well worth the financial investment. the acuvibe has two speeds--high and low. i bought the massager because of movie "brown sugar." in a scene with sanaa lathan and queen latifah. sydney (played by sanaa lathan) adamantly asserts that the above pictured beauty is a massager...from brookstone. queen's character, francine, taunts her with "high speed...low speed. high speed...low..." so i walked myself right on into brookstone to test the intensity of the massager. the low speed offers a deeper massage, the high speed offers intensity. i thought about buying the massager for over a month before i purchased it. the massager is AC powered and can detach from the cord, holding its charge for about an hour. let me now describe the other vital component to my self-loving arsenal.

So very important is the silver bullet. i first found out about the silver bullet at a production of the vagina monologues. there were a number of sex toys on sale and i asked my companion what one did with this little contraption. she said that i could use it one of two ways: 1) applied to my clitoris for surface stimulation or, 2) inside of my honeypot for internal stimulation. as you can see from the picture, the speed of the bullet can be gradually increased or decreased according to one's preference. it is a very potent toy. well worth the $6 i paid for it. in fact, i've bought three of them. it uses two AA batteries and cannot be used in or near water. while i have never applied the silver bullet to my clitoris, i am sure that it would deliver a hell of an orgasm. internally, it stimulates the g-spot and provides direct internal stimulation that is unlike, and actually more pleasureable i believe, than a dildo or vibrator. so the combination of these two doo-hickeys is quite pleasureable, indeed. so let's get down to how to use them, shall we?

first step: visual stimulation. i am a firm believer in porn, all kinds of porn. black porn, white porn, threesomes, swingers, virtually anything that shows another person in the place i want to be--in the midst of an orgasm. sometimes i might read erotic stories. the penthouse letters works nicely. i also have a book of erotic stories edited by zane. when i'm in a pinch the stories work well. i begin to read the stories before i actually do anything with the toys. i should probably back up and say that i put a few layers of towels on the bed in case i have an abundance of happy juice. so i turn on the flick. i am also rather afraid that my neighbors can hear the moans and groans of the porn actors so i turn the volume down rather low and watch what's going on in the movie. i always flip to what i like to call an inconsequential scene. i have a few favorite scenes (depending on my mood) and i never start with those scenes. i build my way up to them.

second step: once i have a bit of visual or mental stimulation, i insert the silver bullet. i set it to a very low speed. if i set it high, then it becomes annoying and slightly painful. my orgasm is a project that takes time, care, and consideration. once the bullet starts it whirring magic, i sit back and enjoy the movie for a bit. not too long, but often it depends on my mood and how long i want to prolong the inevitable.

third step: turn on "the massager . . . from brookstone." i apply it to my honey button--not directly. now i find a spot that feels good. as i become more aroused, i turn up the speed on the silver bullet. i turn to one of my favorite scenes and watch for a moment. soon, what's going on on the screen does not compare to the silken feeling of an impending orgasm. i close my eyes and the feeling gently ebb and crest over my body. i can achieve, roughtly, about three or four orgasms this way before the big one.

fourth step: in my orgasmic haze, i often turn the tv off so that i can focus my concentration on my last big orgasm. i can feel it brewing. i can feel my g-spot expand and fill. my eyes roll up in the back of my head. soft convulsions overtake me. i feel "it" coming. the pleasure warms me up. i kick the covers off of my body. a thin sheen of sweat covers me from head to toe. i begin to writhe and contort just slightly. intense contentment overtakes my brain as pleasure erupts from my honey button and slowly ripples over my entire body. i writhe. i stifle a moan. my face is drawn...eyes closed...mouth slightly open and pulling air in soft, ruptured gasps...i begin to see red...it's coming...now orange...shit it feels so good...now neon purple...i turn over onto my stomach...i feel the stimulation on both sides of my g-spot...white slashes into the purple...i'm almost there...my toes curl...oh my g-...fuck...my body bucks and i am transported to nirvana, bliss, floating in a place that has no time, no walls, no space. i let go and simply exist. and it feels good.

Errr....

2005-12-06T08:05:00.000-06:00

so i have officially sworn off sex--or at least the pursuit of it. i asked mr. hawkins to bring me home from the airport after i returned from my trip. i thought surely we could begin a conversation about sex and us having some . . . together. boy was i wrong. it's not that i don't find him attractive. but everything that glitters ain't gold. we spent the better part of a twenty minute car trip talking about his ex-girlfriend and how, in their last conversation, he achieved closure. not so, rin tin tin. if fifteen minutes of the conversation was consumed by him telling me how he'd talked to this girl and she'd accused him of calling her a bitch and other unkind words then he isn't over her. he definitely won't be getting anything from me anytime in the near future--especially not a phone call.

i am definitely undersexed. but i think once i had sex at the beginning of november, it set me off on a manhunt. unfortunately, i hadn't had sex for three months prior to that. and then, i had gone . . . well shit, i don't remember. i want to say a couple of years or more, but i'm not sure. why is it that sex comes in spurts? i just want decent sex on the regular. that's it. i don't want a relationship, i don't want a man. i just want to get my rocks off on a regular basis. this relationship stuff is for the birds. women are supposed to want relationships, and love, and marriage, and kids. but, at this point in my life, i don't want love, marriage, or a relationship. i do want children, but you don't have to have a husband or a man to have kids. i can buy a frozen pop.

maybe i'm strange. i want intimacy without having to reveal myself to anyone. i can keep my sex life different from the intimacy that i have found with close friends. those two worlds don't have to cross each other. i am happy with my life. i don't want to sacrifice the person i am to become the person some man wants me to be. i don't do dishes and i'm not washing some man's dirty drawers. i want honest-to-God mutual respect. that only comes about once in every two hundred thousand blue moons. i refuse to spend my days looking for it. while i may not have the best sex everyday, maybe good sex will some day come my way. but for now, my honeypot is "temporarily closed."

a horrible, horrible flashback

2005-11-28T12:56:00.000-06:00

but the tongue part was okay, wasn't it?

as i sat in rapt attention listening to my friend disclose last night's details that resulted in a very satisfied honeypot (hers not mine), i was yet again reminded of the bad sex that i had the misfortune of participating in this last saturday. let me say now, fellas if you feel it's a no go, DON'T DO THE SHIT, period. now that you all have seen how bad sex will fuck up a woman's week and get your shit put on blast - maybe not on the internet, but definitely to her girls - WALK AWAY FROM THE PUSSY. anyway, back to the lecture at hand. another gem that hs friend dropped after our coital debacle, was the above italicized line and it deserves repeating. "but the tongue part was okay, wasn't it?" i must be in the fucking twilight zone. what part of your dick not working gives you the audacity paired with the right to ask if your oral skills are on par with the rest of the kids that have dined at the y? you do not get a go, you do not get to collect $200. WOULD SOMEBODY PLEASE TELL ME WHAT THE HELL HE WAS THINKING?!?!? you do not get a pat on the back and a dairy queen dipped cone because you failed reading but got a b- in music. you do NOT get kudos (or the drawers again, but i feel as though i'm beating a dead horse with that one).

God, why have i been cursed? people may think i'm playing, but i am really taking a silent prayer to God everytime i think back to saturday. is this karma? for what? in fucking, i have been respectful. i am an a-number one dick lover. i take the dick and all that it can do for me...i make it official and give it my love. my heart belongs to the dick-er-roni (please see Bobby Brown for specific reference - to a tenderoni not a dick-er-roni, it's not verbatim). i have never bitten a dick - although i have had good reason to - never cursed the dick, have always shown it proper respect. but i mean damn, there is only so much non-workingness a sister can take before she goes postal.

my honeypot is bitching. she is fucking cursing up a storm. nobody does us this way and walks away with his dignity. so i'm going to have to call hs friend today and tell him with the shenanigan that he pulled on saturday, yeah, he needs to lose my phone number. i'll be cordial when i see you, but as far as i'm concerned we shouldn't pursue ANYTHING OF A SEXUAL NATURE past this point. take care, peace, and good night, flaccid dick. this should be fun . . . now i can give him something to think about this week. it's kind of like the transferral of energy that morris chestnut pulled on vivica fox in "two can play that game." next time you hear from me, i'ma have some gaddam pep in my muthafuckin step. ol' bastard. in the words of that contemporary prophet, trick daddy, "you gon learn, you gon learn, but i gots to teach you."

BDRs

2005-11-27T12:55:00.000-06:00

Bad Dick Reports (BDRs)

So who's on my list? Let's start with the number one position:

1. (tie) brent
This is the man that i most recently had sex with. need i say more? just like a house, your pipe should be working at all times. i am not a plumber. i am not going to wait for you to get your shit in working order. please don't try to thread a pipe with a 1/2" diameter into a 2" pipe. little pipes should not try to be bigger than what they are. as a friend of a friend once said, "don't play with the big dogs when you're pissing with the puppies!" besides, sex comes with a one strike rule. one strike and you're out. pussy shuts down. the pussy will never work for you again.

1. (tie) eddie
example of a black man with a big dick that he has absolutely no idea how to use. so i had sex with him initially about six or seven years ago. then i decided to do it again. what the hell was i thinking? definitely was a mental malfunction. so mr. h. has gained roughly fifty to sixty pounds since our last encounter. first of all, if you have a problem with pre-cum, let a woman know that before she starts to suck your dick. pre-cum is not sexy. i don't think so and most of my female friends would agree. so, don't get offended if we spit the shit back out onto your dick, or we stop giving you head - the shit is nasty. secondly, your penis is not a sword and my pussy is not your sheath. i felt as though he was purposely cutting my insides with his dick. thirdly, don't breathe on or into my pussy and think that that is oral sex. aside from the health risks associated with blowing in my cunt, it doesn't do much for me. be mindful and treat the pussy as you want your dick to be treated. i've never blown into the tip of a penis and don't plan on it. how many fellas out there are down for a dick-tip breeze? open up the tip and blow. gross. where am i in the count? fourth, i believe. so the next piece of advice: DON'T PUT YOUR FUCKING FINGERS UP MY ASS. this is probably a personal preference, but i don't like it. maybe i would like it, doubtful, but maybe if it didn't feel like he was trying to punture my anal lining. in this instance, keep your fingers to yourself. if you feel as though you have a hankering to play at the backdoor, start with your own house before you move to your neighbor's house. and, as always, ask before you come in. the biggest reason this was one of the worst all-time dicks ever: can we say asthma attack, children? WHO THE FUCK HAS AN ASTHMA ATTACK DURING SEX? i'm sincerely trying to get off and he has to get off me in search of his inhaler. if your asthma is that bad, either lose weight or don't have sex. you're better off choking your chicken than forcing a woman to contemplate what she will tell your parents and the paramedics about why you were rushed to the hospital and died en route. i like mr. h.'s mother, deeply respect her. how could i tell her my pussy is just so good your son got lost, had an asthma attack, and passed on? not only did he use the inhaler once, but THREE times. after the second time, i was just trying to get him off me and besides my anus was throbbing from the puncture probing. here's to you mr. h.! i faked an orgasm to save your life.

3. tarskii (a.k.a. tarski, tee)
ONE MINUTE BROTHA! need i say more? yes! i was so underwhelmed by my sexual encounters with mr. j. the size of his penis wasn't horrible. on the thin side, but not horrible. he was one that didn't do a good job with oral sex, either. in fact, he would play in my pussy for a few seconds and then expect head. so, one time i allowed this to happen. we were in his dorm room, trying to fuck. i got over myself and ignored the fact that two of his three roommates were home. i have taken so many for my honeypot... i thought maybe the voyeuristic element would add to the moment. so, he goes down for i know what has to be three minutes, maybe less. then he guides my head to his dick. i began my oral love talent. IN LESS THAN ONE MINUTE, THE BASTARD COMES IN MY MOUTH!...without the generosity of notification. i think that my ability to make a man come is powerful. i am dutiful and take this charge seriously. do not repay the favor by ejaculating in my mouth without letting me know and giving me the option of spitting, swallowing, or jacking you to orgasm. so i get up and loudly spit in the bathroom. i come back expecting him to be hard or at least be willing to eat me out. when i come back, he is dressed and tells me that he is going downstairs and he would be back in a few. i could hang out and take a nap. nap for what?!? i wasn't tired nor satiated. what do i need sleep for? i'm ready to fuck, not sleep. i need an orgasm not a bit o' shuteye. so i left. as i walked through the courtyard of his building he saw me leaving. he runs out and asks me where i was going saying that he left me to take a nap. i told him that i was going to stop by the drugstore for some batteries and i was going home to spend some quality time by myself. believe it or not, he didn't get it. HE DIDN'T GET IT. he hugs me and tells me to have a good night. he would see me later. he called me later that evening and asks me if i was alright. he noticed that i seemed a little hurried when i left. REALLY? ARE YOU SERIOUS? i was trying to fuck . . . however, it was that sexually-frustrating experience that prompted me to invite mc over the next night. and boy am i glad that i did. so i thank tarskii karlon. without the worst sex in the world, i wouldn't have encountered the best sex in my world to date. i certainly do 'ppreciate ya!

4. celestia
big ass man...wittle, wittle wee-wee. he boasts being 6'3 and 1/2" and 230 pounds. however, he has a 5 1/2-inch dick. every time we had sex, i would be thoroughly pissed. i never knew why. now that i am a fully developing sexual being (meaning i know what my body is capable of), i know why i was pissed. i never had an orgasm. dr. sue johanson says that women don't need a man with a big dick. actually two or three inches will suffice because all of the nerve endings are at the opening of the vagina. but, sue, there is something to be said for feeling full when one has sex. yeah, mr. w. definitely doesn't make me feel full. oh, and he is absolutely the worst as eating out. the shit is pitiful. you want to talk about pissed off. usually when a man's sex is below average, women can fall back on the oral orgasm. but his oral skills are lacking. . . a lot. it's like he's afraid of the pussy. get in there, see what it's about, explore, have a good time. if there are any men, or women for that matter, that are wondering how to perform good oral sex on a woman. PUT THE CLITORIS IN YOUR MOUTH. all of that let me stick my tongue in your baby cavern is a waste of time. put a dick there not your tongue. now, i'm not saying that it doesn't feel good. but all this intentional placement of the tongue is bullshit and isn't going to get me off. and another thing, do not just lick at the clitoris. the clitoris needs constant and consistent pressure. it's the same as a woman licking your penis like a lolly-pop. shit feels okay, but after a while, you're going to need some suction. mr. w. definitely has no suction or other mentionable skills.

5. jamar
please, please, please do not talk shit that you cannot back up! please! ladies beware THREE MINUTE BROTHA! which is more frustrating than the one minute brotha because the longer sex lasts, the more you think that you are going to orgasm. if he only lasts a minute, then you're pissed, but you weren't really that into it. and, if his oral skills are on point, you're not too pissed. he still wouldn't be able to stay the night, but the night wouldn't be wasted. but the three minute brotha, at three minutes things are starting to come together. you're thinking uh-oh. he's getting his stroke... yeah, but you can't finish the thought because . . . HE'S DONE. oh, and another thing, ladies, he's uncircumsized and doesn't eat out. how disappointing. mr. j. has intelligent conversation but severely underdeveloped sexual acumen.

telling the whole world

2005-11-27T12:53:00.000-06:00

this morning is a good morning. i am quietly contemplative. i desire pancakes. really good pancakes with good butter and real maple syrup. i am still pissed about hs boy's inability to perform. it is so disapponting to know that some men have penises and cannot use them. i take sex so seriously. what i mean by that is that i'm not going to start something that doesn't end well for me or my partner. i have talent. i do. i'm good and i know it. this is not conceit, merely the truth. it's taken me a while to enjoy sex and now that i do, i do what makes me happy and having an orgasm is what makes me happy. i'm frustrated. i know what my issue is.

i was using him for sex and he couldn't deliver.

i feel that when women want sex - truly want sex, men should be able to perform. while i recognize that this places an unrealistic expectation on men, it is my expectation. i'm upset because i had my mind made up to have an orgasm last night and he ruined it. did he ruin it, or did i? to me, not all orgasms are created equally and an orgasm from manual stimulation or oral sex is really not the same as a orgasm stimulated by a penis in my vagina. that was the orgasm that i was looking for last night. when he was trying to remain hard and i was close to orgasming, he was like "man, you're strong." that's what vaginal walls are supposed to do, idiot. i don't know if i will ever see him or talk to him again. so let's see what i can remember of the night . . .

so he calls me when i am on the road from my parents' home back to my residence. in a sober moment, i realized that i was horny and wanted to have sex. so i answered his call. he asked me what i was doing this weekend. i told him that saturday would be a good day to hang out. why a good day? because i had already determined that we were going to do the do. so we disconnected from each other understanding that i would call him when i was back in town and settled (which was only about 1 1/2 hours from that time). i wasn't excited about seeing him because i don't really like him. but i wanted to get off. that's it.

so after i finish putting the smoked turkey from the holiday in the fridge and with my sister off to work, i decide it's time to blaze up. so i pack a bowl and let the good times roll. i'm going to have sex with a man i find barely attractive so i will embrace whatever will get me there. as i elevated my then-present state of mind, all i could think about was mc. i know i've said it before, but he has a beautiful penis. on a side note, i must admit that i am truly embodying omniscient gratification, supreme sophistication, and elegant assertiveness in my decision to take what i want sexually. it is truly liberating and an embodied state that needs more developing, but still it is one that i have chosen to fully manifest. anyway, i think that the herbal preparation was one way to allow me to get over hs friend and focus on the good times i've had with mc. anyway, i call him, give him directions, and prepare to get ready.

usually i am pretty good with trying to look presentable for any man that i am accompanying out for the evening. even if we are just friends, i will try to look nice. what man wants a homely curmudgeon on his arm even if she is just a friend? so, i was so unimpressed with my companion that i didn't even put on eyeliner or fill in my eyebrows. i did however, remove the excess hair on my body (just my legs and my armpits - my honeypot is still short due to a two and a half week old brazillian). so he gets here and we go back to his place to ingest more herbal supplements. so i am definitely feeling no pain. we then head out to fridays to eat. now, i'm thinking to myself that it would be nice from time to time to have him take me out and pay for everything in addition to get my rocks off. that was before his foiled sex attempt.

at dinner, he asks me how he can see me more often. shit. i thought how the hell am i going to get out of this one? i only want to use him for sex when i'm horny. i don't want to have to go out with him. i don't want to get to know him. but willing to take one on the behalf of a satisfied honeypot, i tell him he has to be more dilligent in his attempts to try to catch up with me. now, let me be honest. most of the time when he calls me, i ignore his calls. but i'm thinking tell him what he wants to hear. that will set you up for good sex tonight. what the hell was i thinking, right? so in the end, he asks for sex, i agree and we head back to his place.

so we get there and start messing around. his oral sex skills were okay. i don't remember them being extraordinary. i had a teeny, bite-sized orgasm. but i'm saving myself for the vaginally stimulated orgasm because i know what i like. so then he starts to get himself a little more hard. now, i know he wants oral sex. but do i act like i do? no. i'm not giving him head. i don't even really like the look of his penis that much. so i must reflect on the beauty that is mc's penis. it's so heavy and full of life. i love the feel of it in my mouth. i could fellate him for hours on end, i love his penis that much. he definitely has one of the best penises i have ever seen up close and personal. but hs friend is not mc. so finally he is able to become erect enough to penetrate me.

now, here's where things proceed downhill rather quickly. so, he's inside me. i'm not focused on him, i'm focused on my own glorious feelings. it was getting pretty good. . . for me. i don't know what the fuck was going on with him and, quite honestly, i didn't care - at all. so i have a tendency to emit love juice (or squirt/gush) when i orgasm. but, in order to do so, i contract my vaginal walls pretty tightly. so tight, in fact, that i push most men out. now, mc could handle this. that's probably i came over twenty times with him AND blacked out. but, we aren't talking about him. so, i'm about to get a really good orgasm and i start to push him out. he withdraws his rinky-dink penis and stops. he kind of chuckles and says "wow, you're strong." what the fuck? what the fuck? who says that? i want to kill him at this point. you are fucking with my orgasm here asshole. so then he gets back in and. . .what happens you ask? he comes. he comes. i was hot as hell.

so i'm trying to be compassionate and i ask him if he's finished for the night. he tells me that he doesn't know what's wrong, maybe he just needs some rest. are you serious? so we lay there for a minute and i tell him to go get a flick, maybe that will help him get to where he needs to be. then, he asks me if i give head. do i? yep. will i for him? maybe, we'll see. i tell him not to rush me. just because the man on the flick is getting head doesn't mean that it's time for him to get head. plus, the men on that flick were well-endowed. they deserved head. a man with a big beautiful penis that gives a woman the most bliss that she can hangle inside of the milliseconds that compose the seconds and minutes that crest as an orgasm - a penis like that deserves oral loving. that's how i feel about mc's penis. that's why i would give him head for hours on end. i absolutely love his penis. but this isn't about him. so i tried to give him head. he couldn't even get hard and i know i have skills. he says again, rather frantically, i don't know what's the matter with me. then, ladies and gentlemen, he chuckles. this shit is not funny . . . at all. i take my orgasms very seriously and you are fucking around with my emotions. so i put my clothes on. i try one more time to get him aroused. i try positive reinforcement. i tell him that i want him. that he can do it. that he has a nice penis (all lies of course). nothing works. then he says to me,

and, of course, we won't tell anybody.

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!?! if there was a website for BDRs (Bad Dick Reports) he would be on the top ten list. so we go to see "just friends." it wasn't a bad movie, however, i was pissed that i didn't get off. so needless to say, he dropped me off and told me he'd call me. you just try dickwad, no more pussy for you.

out for mine

2005-11-27T01:50:00.000-06:00

so i cannot lose this feeling. i received a call from my hs friend. i thought that i would have sex with him. my decision was made during a time of sobriety. so anyway, we go to his house and then out to eat, then back to his house. so he starts fumbling with my tits. it's okay. well, no, it feels damn good. so he proceeds to "dine at the y."
it's okay. well, he did a pretty decent job. however, i have not been fucked tonight. he came quick and couldn't get it back up. plus it was extremely difficult for him to even get it up. you want to talk about someone who is pissed off and frustrated. i am so pissed off. i love sex and he messed up my night. i could have called someone else for this. it was just so bad. then, he proceeds to tell me that he's nervous and stressed and cannot perform. i think my favorite thing that he said was when after he was sure his dick wasn't going to work, he told me not to tell anyone. what the hell? i'ma need you to get your shit together and then try to give me a call. why is it that the men i am with cannot keep it up? the same thing happened with mr. j. the only one that could hang with me was mc. oh good lord. that man has the best penis ever. i think that if women were having good sex, the would marry a man because of his sexual performance. i love mc's penis. i absolutely love it. it sings to me. it makes me want to be a better person, just so long as i could have it every day. that would truly make me the happiest person in the world. i mean, for real though. why don't these men's dicks work. i am not that intimidating that men cannot perform around me. i just want to fuck. no strings. no crying because someone lets his feelings get in it. i've also decided that i am not going to fuck a man with a small dick. i will not do it to myself. i deserve the best and a 6" dick is going to piss me off. i think that there is someone for everyone and the person for me is bigger than 7" and very, very wide. i also like very hard dicks. none of this soft namby-pamby shit. get it up or get out. tonight with him, it was just a waste of time. and then he has the audacity to tell me not to tell anyone? get your dick to work and i won't have anything to tell anybody. whatever. no more non-fuckers. which brings me back to mr. hawkins...

so i text messaged him on friday and he didn't respond to the message. i think that our hugs before he left to go home were friendly and no more. or maybe he's busy and doesn't have time to respond. bullshit, if he wanted to respond, he would, period. there isn't another explanation. maybe i'll still hear from him soon. i still can't believe that hs has horrible sex. what the hell? men, if your shit don't work...don't try to use it. i am seriously hungry. that muthafu@&a wasted my time. never again. i'm not so sure that he will get the answered call the next time he calls. i mean, what the fu@k? i'ma need you to know what the hell it is you are doing. but, i guess it is what it is.

what is it about him that attracts me to him to strongly? i'm in such a pisser. let's see...what else? the way he hugged me made me want him more. am i twelve or not? let's see, what else? i don't think that there's much more to it. i'm sure i'll have something to say a little later on, if i don't pass out first.

in pursuit of good coitus...no i mean good coitus

2005-11-23T12:49:00.000-06:00

i am convinced that all women need good sex, period. most women, however, don't get it. i've had really amazing sex in my life. i've had sex so good that i almost never want to have sex again for fear that i will feel as though i am cheating myself by having "just alright" sex. what if the next man isn't as good as or better than the best man. is it worth my time to try to find out? why is it that the best man isn't the right man? the best man was good, really good. better than great. he had a really nice penis. a really, really nice one. i have never seen or felt a penis as heavy as his.his penis wouldn't even rise, it was so heavy. i'm not trying to ve vulgar. not really. this is like an ode. and ode to his penis. i want to have his penis all the time, everyday. i've never truly enjoyed fellatio as much as i like performing it on him. my mouth barely goes half way down his shaft before i'm gagging. i have a really small mouth and my jaws begin to hurt after a while. but here's the kicker...i don't want to stop. it's almost like i can't stop. then, i feel like i have to thank the penis for the work it has done, does do, and will continue to do, so i suck it just a little bit more. i love his penis. i love it. the sex is so good, i would be worth marrying him just because i know i would have really good sex on the regular. that is why i am convinced that people who say that sex cannot make up for a lack of friendship in marriage haven't had good sex. so this post really has to do with him - the new one. what if his sex isn't as good as the other one's sex. mc's was the best. what if mr. hawkins isn't hitting at anything? wouldn't that be the worst. it hurts my feelings to think about it. i must say that it strange to have a man really want to get to know me. it's hard to decide between the two of them. i don't really even know if i have that choice. but anyway. back to him - the new one. i didn't know how very bad the movie showgirls actually was. now i know. anyhoo...so mr. hawkins...
if he were closer to my age, i wouldn't feel so bad using him for sex. however, him being younger puts him in a whole other category. i don' t want to hurt him. and besides, what if he cannot perform in the bedroom? that would make me so very unhappy. he likes to talk during sex...that's such a turn on. he told me so. he asked his ex in bed if the man she had cheated on him with was better than him. she said no. the way she's acting now, though, she wouldn't have lied about it. but then again, if it were truly the bomb, she wouldn't be acting the way that she is. she'd be trying to get back with him, dying to let him hit it. he's so much fun too. he's like a little kid. that's because he is a little kid.

i feel pretty good right now.

so back to mc. oh lord have mercy. he is such a good fu@%. he's a man that i truly respect. i just know that we will never be together. that makes me sad. i love being with him. it's not because of the sex, although that is a very big of it. he is simply fun to be around. gotta go home now. i'll post a little later on.

another poem

2005-11-22T12:47:00.000-06:00

i am that lady
that lady
that lady
electic blue flows
hot through my thighs
electric current singed
infinite speed
whoosh
whithdrawal
thrust into the cosmos
won't you go
with me
live in me oh my
heart
wearing trust
delicately spread
and waiting
i am waiting for the feeling
to overtake
you
as you
breathe the last
breath
flowing
from soft supple lips
outline an "o"
that has swallowed the "t"
that gently touches my "y"
...kk on yo' zippah
it was a she that gave she
the her that whispered in her
left ear
that forever marks the
demarcation
of you as
you and you
marked
as
mine
you to me as mine
become mine
and fall
out of the
. . .
lucy
in the sky with
diamonds

suspended in slow
motion, i await
u
will call me tonight
let me suck
that breath
fresh from the lips
like the tips that drink
the honey you drank
last night after
i cut
my
finger and a small
drop of my blood dripped
silently to your chest and
branded you you to me
and i swallowed
softly swayed
wishing to be held
free.

clarity

2005-11-22T12:45:00.000-06:00

elevated on another
level
i am rising above the din
and soot
clamouring for your attention.

Amen.