30 Days of Truth & Love

Ok, ok... So I'm late.

WAAAAAAAAAAY LATE....


I was supposed to begin this challenge almost 2 weeks ago.

But something stopped me.

I had not been really loved for a minute. Yeah, I know I AM loved, but sometimes you need to FEEEL IT...and I wasn't. Life was beating on the people I care about who care about me, and I was feeling much the outsider in some lives. Yeah yeah, I know better, but I'm a woman damnit! Plus I don't have the bestest memory so some days I'd say I was gonna start then forget. I was also having a hard time with being given the truth by some close folks. It made for a rough go at purging some of my own crap.

Well, I was reminded that just because people get bogged own by life interruptus, it doesn't mean the love stops. I've also learned that sometimes folks are slow to recognize their own truth. That shouldn't stop me from sharing my own.

So here I am, 10 days and 10 challenges behind. Doesn't matter though. It may be my siStar Kween's challenge, but these are MY truths about MY love. She'll be patient with me.... That's why I love her!

How the HELL did I forget #25: I Touch Myself

Task: What motivates you to hit your orgasmic peak during a masturbation session?



Two words: MENTAL STIMULATION





I get off on eyegasms: sights that make my love button pop up. I'm a very visual person, so anything that stimulates my mental and can get my imagination going will get me hyped. I'm not a big porno watcher, but I love seeing two women gettin' it in. Especially up close shots. *gettin' happy just typing this* I have been known to rewind 1 scene on a DVD SEVERAL times just to visualize it different ways and get myself even more excited.

What can I say? I love girl-on-girl action. Don’t judge me, lol.

When I'm not ogling lesbian porn, I like to think of memorable sexual encounters. Not so much the actual sex, but the chemistry, intensity, and convo shared during the session. Just remembering how deeply we connected is enough sometimes to get me going. Since sex is 90% mental, all it really takes is just to focus and put yourself in the correct frame of mind. Your body will do the rest…and oh boy does it!



I also get off on eargasms. I think my favoritest way to climb that self-love mountain is with a voice in my ear. I can lay right next to a person and masturbate if they're saying the right shit in my ear. Hell, I've done it! One of my most memorable times was when I was on the phone with Him. He was at work, and I was home. On a whim we connected via telephone and I started playing in my cooch. His voice was just above a whisper, but loud enough for me to hear everything he said. He gave me instructions for what he wanted me to do to myself. I know he was imagining it all as I moaned in his ear. When it was all said and done I had cum so hard I was lightheaded, and he was harder'n Japanese arithmetic.

Another great memory is of the time when my son was in the hospital. He was only 6 months old and had to spend two weeks in the hospital for a lymph node infection. I was staying there overnight, and the Hub was coming over with us during the day. Hub and I would talk on the phoneevery night because back then we'd actually miss each other when we were apart. Anyway, this particular night Hub was feeling himself and wanted to share with me. So I'm laying in a hospital bed rubbing one out while our son is in the hospital crib across the room. The door is closed almost completely but I'm still trying to be quiet. Hub is at home strangling the snake and trying to be quiet too so he won't wake our daughters. I got it off, and it was wonderful!



The next night he kind of hid in the room until the nurses forgot he was there and we did some other things. But that's another blog entirely…

30 Days of Erotic Truth #30: 'Relentless: The Poem'

Task: Write an erotic poem of your choice.. raunchy or classy.. bring it!!!


Foreplay begins when he
sets up the rendezvous
The only cue needed, his voice in
my eager ear;
first a twitch, then a slow throb
a little slob slips from
slightly open lips as my mind
drifts back to the time before
Yes, baby,
I always want more...

Nipples erect I
shower, then dress
caress creamy smooth skin in
the scent he adores
'Eau de Harmony'
nothing more
Still she beats for him;
a low staccato that spells his name
in my panties
I breathe deep and try not to touch
the need to rub her almost
too...much

We meet,
dinner's too quick but
pussy is slick just from being
inside his aura;
his want undeniable as a
tiny wetness presents against
his bulging jeans
By no means with this be
just a run-of-the-mill fuck
He intends to run amok inside my loins
and I, inside his mind



We make haste to a place not far
our favorite park, for now
Need won't let us hold out
The animal in us both growls too loud
Her beating echos in my throat,
up my tongue and against his lips
His hunger drips onto my fingers and
I'm dying for a taste
Shit!
Why can't we ever wait?

Out of the car and against the hood
nothing misunderstood from this point on

We need this NOW!

Fingers grip locs and
face down I go
Panties a memory, he takes me

HARD

RELENTLESS

Bodies press together against
fiberglass and steel
The feel of him in my belly
is just what I need
His pounding, so relentless,
allows me to feed

give it to me...

Give It To Me...

GIVE IT TO ME!!!

I buck back just as hard
just as relentless,
and he takes it
takes ME
TAKES US
all the way to the edge

then abruptly stops;


Oh, that's right!
We've got all night


This was just




foreplay....

30 Days of Erotic Truth #29: Flyball Betty wit da Unsharp Machete

Task: What makes you sexy to YOU?

This is probably the toughest question I've had to answer in this challenge. For a long time I didn't think I was sexy at all.

As a teen, I always wondered why I wasn't as popular as my friends. We'd go out to meet guys and the dudes would flock to them. I always got stuck with the 'not-so-cute' guy or the 'good conversation' guy. I always felt like I wasn't pretty or didn't have the body they had. It played havoc with my self esteem. I learned to perfect my skills, that way even if I didn't get the best looking guys, the ones I got would remember me. I got excellent at being an 'undercover freak' as they used to call it. As I got older, I began to understand that I didn't need to do all those things to get guys. I learned to appreciate guys for more than their looks, or physical/material stuff. I also got more and more men and women telling me I was beautiful and sexy. I started really feeling it.

The horrible things I went through in relationships made me appreciate myself more...they made me stronger as a person. Because I had to work hard to take care of myself and my kids I had to get my confidence up and keep it there. Because of my upbringing I was also able to keep my sense of modesty and humility. Just bcause I was seeing myself as sexy and beautiful more and more didn't mean I had to show myself in a trashy or whorish way.

So what makes me sexy to ME? Let's run down a quick list

My mind- Brains are sexy on anyone. I love the mental, and my mental game is fierce! To get inside my head, is so see my TRUE sexiness!

My walk- Legs go a long way in the sexy department, and I've got legs for DAYS. I don't mind trotting my gams out either. My grandma said all her granddaughters had sexy legs, and I ain't about to make a liar out of her!

My feet- You'll have to ask all the menfolk who tell me this if it's true. I know I get plenty offers to suck my toes, so that says something! LOL
My sense of humor- My wit can be wicked at times. You don't have to flash your tits if you can make a man laugh so hard he's got tears in his eyes. He'll hold off on seeing the tits for a little while...

My confidence- Not to sound conceited, which I'm NOT, but my swag is on megawatt! Not overbearingly so, but a subtle kind of swag that only folks who know me well know is always on. I am very unassuming... ON PURPOSE. I hold no ulterior motives, and when I do, you'll never know it until it's too late to care.

My personality- I love fun! I want those around me to enjoy themselves when they are with me, so I try to bring some fun to everything I do. I also get along with just about everybody. Always have. If I don't get along with you, something is wrong with YOU...

All of this together makes me a force to reckon with. Ask those who love me... LOL!

30 Days of Erotic Truth #28: Relentless

Task: If you could get your hands on some dick/pussy right now, how would you want it?

Is this a trick question?

Foreplay begins when he sets up the rendezvous. *start of a poem* I'ma hold time with this one line right here...

Back to the subject at hand... How would EYE want it...
HARD and RELENTLESS... How else would I want dick if I could get it right now?? I can't describe it any other way. Passion-filled, sweat-drenched, clawing at the mattress (FUCK them sheets!), beggin him to stop knowing I don't mean it, down and dirty RELENTLESS sex... Make me want to climb on top and ride til my legs go numb... Make me want to suck dick til HIS legs go numb... Get my pussy sopping wet, then fuck it dry...then fuck it sopping wet again (yeah, we go like THAT)... Hit the bottom and make me try to scooch away then pull me back and hit the bottom again... hit all 5 corners (what, you thought my pussy was SQUARE??) AND tickle the seam down the back.... I ain't gotta SQUIRT, but if it should so happen to go down that way, i ain't gonna be mad about it.... FUCK ME HARD ENOUGH TO CUM FROM INTERCOURSE.... then let me get a shot of tequila and a Black afterwards....

We can start on HER next................

30 Days of Erotic Truth #27: Because I Said So

Your man/woman likes to have sex with the same sex. Are you willing to invite this into your bedroom? why?



In a word: NO



Why? Because I'm a hypocrite like that.


Seeing 2 men have sex is in no way appealing to me unless it's tranny porn, and even in that case I don't want to see the T-girl's man-meat floppin' all over the place while he gets done. It just ain't appealing to me. No way in 4-5-6-7-8 hells I'ma let my Hub and another man knock Timbs in MY bed. I just cain't see it. I'd see the Hub in a very unpleasing light and wouldn't be able to even deal with him anymore. I just couldn't.



Now if I was married to a woman? Bring it on, baby…





What? I said I was a hypocrite!

30 Days of Erotic Truth #26: Dooky Love

Task: Anal sex? Are you anal about it?



Absolutely not. I can take it or leave it.



Don't get me wrong. When it's good, it's GOOOOOD. But whenit ain't…whoa momma!



Anal sex can be the bomb when you do it regularly, and I have had the pleasure of having some awesome anal orgasms. But it takes relaxation and trust. You can't just let anyone hit you off in your hiney hole. As I've said in a previous blog, I've had someone basically rape me anally. Not cute or fun. As a result, I always try to control the amount of penetration when it comes to anal. I also like to experiment with different positions to get it from. This helps with controlling how fast and how much you are penetrated. There are ways to lessen the pain and become used to it too. Start with having a pinky inserted during sex, or a small vibe. Trust me, the vibe is wunderbah! Small glass dildos work good too. I won't even get started on the pleasures of DP… It's also a great tool for when you want your man to hurrup'n bust and get off you, lol!



The flip is the pain you endure when you haven't done it in a while. Having your anus stretched HURTS!! Try to pass an abnormally large turd and you'll agree. If that hurts coming out, imagine how it feels when something's being forced IN. That right there is why I can leave it. I'm never in a hurry to go through that pain. And I've been penetrated anally by accident. We were going at it full tilt too. He was pounding my goodies like he was a Choctaw Indian woman making flour, so you know when dude missed my pussy and tapped the sap I assumed he'd stabbed me in the back with a hot butcher knife. I thought I was gonna have to take a knee and talk to Jesus about some things. I didn't just see stars, I saw whole constellations. My ancestors' lives flashed before my eyes and I went blind for about 5 minutes. I was ready to convert to Catholicism and find a confessional ON THE SPOT. THAT'S how much that shit hurt. Love was the only thing that kept me from trying to fight him, lol.



The bottom line is, I'm not going to die if I don't get it. But when I DO get it, I want to get it often enough to actually enjoy it.

30 Days of Erotic Truth #24: Freaky Deaky, Huh?

Task: What is your definition of freaky?

MY definition? That's easy. To me, 'freaky' is some type of unnatural occurence or something considerably out of the norm. A tree falls on your house and there's no storm for miles.... you spontaneously combust.... Donald Trump loses the toupee... THAT is freaky to me.

Anything else is just some derogatory shit folks have come to accept. People just don't get when the meanings of certain words are twisted to be a bad thing. They just poke their chests out, or giggle and go right on with it like it's some sort of badge of honor.

I'm not freaky, nor am I a freak. I prefer you not call me either. Nothing I do sexually is out of the norm or unnatural...for me. Actually, if you read and study history, you'll see that nothing ANYONE does sexually is out of the norm or unnatural. People just choose to stigmatize certain things so as to draw attention away from the fact that they're doing it too.

So no, my definition of 'freaky' may not be what you thought it would. And I'm good with that.

30 Days of Erotic Truth #23: "The REAL One"

Task: Dom/sub… sexy or just an excuse for men/women to abuse?




Oh my!



D/s is definitely a beautiful and sexy thing…when done/sharedright.



I have been involved with 2 Doms in my life. My experienceswith first one taught me to appreciate the second One, before I ever even methim.



My first Dom was not a bad guy, just one with serious issues when it came to women. To me, he feared any relationship between two women. If two women who were with him formed a friendship, and shared anything that he was not directly involved with, he would become angry and accuse them of forming a secret alliance against him. He felt he should be included in, and privy to every aspect of our lives…including our other female friends. As is a Dom's prerogative, when he became angry he would take his frustrations out on his sub sexually, but he would take them out on me mentally. He never beat either of us in the sense of wanting to do physical harm by punching, slapping, etc. With her, I watched him spank her until a deep tissue bruise formed. Once with me he penetrated me anally without benefit of mental/physical preparation or lube. He was angry. He wanted to punish me. He fucked me in my ass. However,the mental punishment to me was far worse. The mind games, the need to make us feel like we'd done him wrong when we hadn't, the constant arguing until I had headaches and gave in to his way of thinking. Eventually I had to walk away. I told myself that I would never get involved with a Dom again.



Several years later, I met my True One.



He is a Dom in every sense of the word, but in no way like my first Dom. He's loving, kind, protective, firm when needed, respectful, funny, and a very willing and patient guide. He's not in any hurry to make me His sub, and He's not into hurting me mentally. He's a gentle man, but He's no punk or push over. He only wants the best for and from me. He wants us to grow together,to experience things together, and He wants to share in my learning process. The sex between is incredible. He challenges my appetite, and gently pushes me at times to go beyond my limits…not to hurt me, but to expand my horizons and see my strengths in different ways. Anyone can see and feel the chemistry between us, even if we're just lost in conversation with each other. I've seen it jump out of pictures, lol. We always have a wonderful time together in EVERY aspect, not just D/s. there is just no denying how in tune we are with each other. Things were hard for me at first. Being a dominant person myself, it was very hard for me to give myself over to Him and let Him lead. Even with my first Dom I never really had to. And I still have my moments, but I have come to truly trust and depend on Him, and I love the freedom it gives me. Everything hasn't been smooth sailing. No relationship is, including D/s. But we weather our rough patches and are stronger for them. He always wants every experience with Him to be a memorable one, and so far they have been. The reality of our situation is that while He is a Dom, He is not my Dom and I am not His sub…as far as titles go. But I love Him with everything in me, and in my heart I am His… He IS my One. In His heart, I belong to Him.



I said all of that to say this: I have been in an abusive relationship. I know what it is to have someone hurt you physically, mentally, spiritually. Even with the not-so-great experience I had with my first Dom, I can't honestly say that D/s is just an excuse for someone to be abusive. I had some good experiences with my first Dom, and learned much about myself and people in the process. Abuse can occur in ANY relationship. People create excuses to abuse others all the time. You don't need a particular type of relationship to do it. From what I've seen and experienced, the good and the bad, that just isn't what D/s is about. I have the love of a GOOD Dom to prove it.

30 Days of Erotic Truth #22: Everybody Swing!

Task: Swinging… your thoughts



*sangin like Stokely from Mint Condition*



"Oh you send me swingin… You-send-me swannngin…Oh you send me swingiiinn!"




*ahem* To the subject at hand…



Swinging to me is… Eh… it's ok.



I've done the swing thing, sort of. I've been to swing parties,and even helped organize a party or two. Swinging can be a fun thing if done inthe right atmosphere with the right group of folks. The thing is, I'm just notthat much of an exhibitionist that I want a room full of folks sneaking glancesat me and whomever I'm getting it in with. I also have some form of Adult ADD.Too much outside stimuli and I can't focus. Who wants to go through that? notto mention the fact that I don't have to bump uglies with more than 2 peopleduring a sex session. There's nothing wrong with it. As I've said before, ifyou like it DO YOU. Swinging isn't really My bag. Now I can go to a swing eventand watch. I love a good eyegasm! I just don't HAVE to participate.



So swang on, honey! I ain't mad atcha….

30 Days of Erotic Truth #21: Da Head Banger's Ball

Task: Make a music playlist you would like to get busy to …(name of artist, title of song, why you chose it)

This one requred absolutely NO brainwork what-so-ever. It's real simple to answer this question, you see, because I created this list several months ago for a very special person. This playlist STAYS on my iPod. If you ask me why I chose these songs, I'll say it's because love...REAL LOVE...takes you thru all of the things these songs speak to.

I call it "Da Head Banger's Ball"........

✓ Sending My Love ~ Zhané
✓ Seduction~ Usher
✓ I Refuse~ Urban Mystic
✓ On Top Of Me~ Tyrese
✓ Signs Of Love Makin'~ Tyrese
✓ Tender Kisses~ Tracie Spencer
✓ Whatever You Want~ Tony! Toni! Toné!
✓ Just My Imagination~ The Temptations
✓ If I Were a Bell~ Teena Marie
✓ Portuguese Love ~ Teena Marie
✓ Ooh Wee~ Teena Marie & Kurupt
✓ Close The Door~ Teddy Pendergrass
✓ Turn off The Lights~ Teddy Pendergrass
✓ Shower Me With Your Love~ Surface
✓ Moon Blue~ Stevie Wonder
✓ Ribbon In The Sky~ Stevie Wonder
✓ Overjoyed~ Stevie Wonder
✓ Meeting in My Bedroom~ Silk
✓ Freak Me~ Silk
✓ Lose Control~ Silk
✓ From This Moment On (Pop On Tour Version)~ Shania Twain
✓ By Your Side~ Sade
✓ Cherish the Day~ Sade
✓ Can You Believe~ Robin Thicke
✓ You Dont Have To Cry~ Rene & Angela
✓ Your Smile~ René & Angela
✓ Believe~ Raheem DeVaughn
✓ Desire~ Raheem DeVaughn
✓ You~ Raheem DeVaughn
✓ Breathe~ Raheem DeVaughn
✓ Ask Yourself~ Raheem DeVaughn
✓ Your Body's Callin'~ R. Kelly
✓ I'll Never Leave~ R. Kelly
✓ Secret Garden~ Quincy Jones
✓ The Beautiful Ones~ Prince & The Revolution
✓ Condition of the Heart~ Prince & The Revolution
✓ Damn U~ Prince & the New Power Generation
✓ Insatiable~ Prince & the New Power Generation
✓ Slow Love~ Prince
✓ Adore~ Prince
✓ Joy in Repetition~ Prince
✓ The Question of U~ Prince
✓ Shhh~ Prince
✓ Scandalous~ Prince
✓ Meet Me On the Moon~ Phyllis Hyman
✓ The Answer Is You~ Phyllis Hyman
✓ I Don't Want to Lose You~ Phyllis Hyman
✓ Tonight I Celebrate My Love~ Peabo Bryson & Roberta Flack
✓ Can You Stop The Rain~ Peabo Bryson
✓ How Do You Keep The Music Playing~ Patti Austin & James Ingram
✓ I've Been Loving You Too Long~ Otis Redding
✓ Stairway To Heaven~ The O'Jays
✓ Let Me Make Love To You~ The O'Jays
✓ You Are My Starship~ Norman Connors
✓ Cybersex~ Next
✓ GreatestLove~ Musiq Soulchild
✓ TakeYouThere~ Musiq Soulchild
✓ TeachMe~ Musiq Soulchild
✓ Settle For My Love~ Musiq Soulchild
✓ Love~ Musiq Soulchild
✓ If You Love Me~ Mint Condition
✓ What Kind of Man Would I Be~ Mint Condition
✓ Butterflies~ Michael Jackson
✓ Human Nature~ Michael Jackson
✓ Liberian Girl~ Michael Jackson
✓ A Little Bit More ~ Melba Moore & Freddie Jackson
✓ Outside Your Door~ Me'Shell Ndegeocello
✓ For Lovers Only~ Maxwell
✓ Pretty Wings (uncut)~ Maxwell
✓ ...Til The Cops Come Knockin'~ Maxwell
✓ Submerge:Til We Become the Sun~ Maxwell
✓ Fistful Of Tears~ Maxwell
✓ Bad Habits~ Maxwell
✓ I Want You~ Marvin Gaye
✓ Distant Lover (Live)~ Marvin Gaye
✓ Love Won't Let Me Wait~ Major Harris
✓ Flex~ Mad Cobra
✓ If This World Were Mine~ Luther Vandross & Cheryl Lynn
✓ Here And Now~ Luther Vandross
✓ My Body~ LSG
✓ Door #1~ LSG
✓ You Can't Stop the Rain~ Loose Ends
✓ What You Are~ Lionel Richie
✓ It Takes A Fool~ Lenny Williams
✓ Goin' Thru Changes~ Ledisi
✓ In The Morning~ Ledisi
✓ April Love~ L.T.D.
✓ We Both Deserve Each Other's Love~ L.T.D.
✓ Love Ballad~ L.T.D.
✓ Beautiful Distraction~ Kenny Lattimore & Chante Moore
✓ Tonight~ Kem
✓ Say~ Kem
✓ How Deep Is Your Love~ Keith Sweat
✓ Love Changes~ Kashif with Meli'sa Morgan
✓ Until The End Of Time~ Justin Timberlake Feat. The Benjamin Wright Orchestra
✓ Show Me~ John Legend
✓ I Wanna Know~ Joe
✓ The Love Scene~ Joe
✓ More & More~ Joe
✓ All the Things (Your Man Won't Do)~ Joe
✓ Show Me~ Jill Scott
✓ The Way~ Jill Scott
✓ Wanna Be Loved~ Jill Scott
✓ Crown Royal~ Jill Scott
✓ Come See Me~ Jill Scott
✓ Whatever~ Jill Scott
✓ Let It Be ~ Jill Scott
✓ My Love~ Jill Scott
✓ Ain't Understanding Mellow~ Jerry Butler & Betty Everett
✓ Someday Is Tonight~ Janet Jackson
✓ Come Back to Me~ Janet Jackson
✓ Funny How Time Flies (When You're Having Fun)~ Janet Jackson
✓ Don't Say Goodnight (It's Time For Love) [Parts 1 & 2]~ The Isley Brothers
✓ Sensuality~ The Isley Bros.
✓ Always And Forever~ Heatwave
✓ Sara Smile~ Hall & Oates
✓ Careless Whisper ~ George Michael
✓ Going In Circles~ The Friends Of Distinction
✓ You Are My Lady~ Freddie Jackcon
✓ Tender Love~ Force M.D.'s
✓ Tears~ Force M.D.'s
✓ Here I Go Again~ Force M.D.'s
✓ Getting Late~ Floetry
✓ Imagination~ Floetry
✓ Lay Down~ Floetry
✓ Love's Holiday~ EWF
✓ 4 Leaf Clover~ Erykah Badu
✓ Next Lifetime~ Erykah Badu
✓ Otherside Of The Game~ Erykah Badu
✓ Femininity~ Eric Benet
✓ You're the Only One~ Eric Benét
✓ Pretty Baby~ Eric Benét
✓ I Wanna Be Loved~ Eric Benet
✓ Gloria~ Enchantment
✓ Waitin' On You~ En Vogue
✓ I'll Write A Song For You~ Earth Wind & Fire
✓ The Love We Had (Stays on My Mind)~ Dru Hill
✓ Beauty~ Dru Hill
✓ Where I Wanna Be~ Donnell Jones
✓ The Love We Had (Stays On My Mind)~ The Dells
✓ Stay In My Corner~ The Dells
✓ I Touched a Dream~ The Dells
✓ Breathless~ Corinne Bailey Rae
✓ Seasons Change~ Corinne Bailey Rae
✓ Enchantment~ Corinne Bailey Rae
✓ Love's Train~ Confunkshun
✓ Zoom (Long Version)~ The Commodores
✓ Sailing~ Christopher Cross
✓ Oh No~ Chico DeBarge
✓ How 'Bout Us~ Champaign
✓ Through The Fire~ Chaka Khan
✓ Summer Rain~ Carl Thomas
✓ Emotional~ Carl Thomas
✓ I Can't Tell You Why~ Brownstone
✓ Good Enough~ Brian McKnight, Carl Thomas, Joe, Tank & Tyrese
✓ What's My Name~ Brian McKnight
✓ Every Time You Go Away~ Brian McKnight
✓ This Must Be Heaven~ Brainstorm
✓ What You Won't Do For Love~ Bobby Caldwell
✓ Please Don't Go~ Boyz II Men
✓ Never Gonna Let You Go~ Blackstreet
✓ Love Serenade~ Barry White
✓ Cloudy~ Average White Band
✓ A Love of Your Own~ Average White Band
✓ Always~ Atlantic Starr
✓ I Cant Let Go~ Anthony Hamilton
✓ Put It On Paper~ Ann Nesby & Al Green
✓ Prototype~ Andre 3000
✓ Sunshine~ Alexander O'Neal
✓ Crying Overtime~ Alexander O'Neal
✓ Stay With Me (By The Sea)~ Al Green feat. John Legend
✓ Nite And Day~ Al B. Sure
✓ Gonna Love You Right (A Cappella Remix)~ After 7
✓ Baby I'm for Real (Natural High)~ After 7
✓ Ready or Not~ After 7
✓ Just Call My Name~ Alyson Williams
✓ Like You'll Never See Me Again~ Alicia Keys
✓ Stop The World~ Maxwell
✓ Confusion~ Zhané

30 Days of Erotic Truth #20: Feelin' Right Randy

Task: Tell a story of your most embarrassing sexual experience..

Wow... I have a couple of these I can tell, lol. I'll go with the most hilarious, at least to me...

This was the summer that my girls and I were fuckin' our way around the US Navy's Old Guard barracks at the Anacostia Naval Station. At this particular juncture I was messing around with a guy by the name of Vincent. He was a handsome sailor originally from either Mississippi or Georgia. A caramel brotha, with a Southern drawl that would melt butter. We had been dating for a few weeks, and this particular night was just like any other. He has sent a cab to pick me up from the projects and bring me to the base. This was pre-9/11. You know that shit won't fly now! Anyway, his room mate was on duty that night so it was just him and I. After eating dinner in his room, we got in bed and started making out. I remember we had the radio on. My favorite song at the time was 'Let's Chill' by Guy and it had just came on, so he was singing it to me. I think we may have had a little something to drink too, because I was feeling right randy as he was singing. I was straddling him and we were kissing in between verses. I moved to change positions so I could kiss his neck and ear, and lost my balance. I don't know how but I ended up standing on my head against the wall at the head of his bunk. We both cracked up laughing! It was a good thing I still had my underwear on too. Tiddies in my face would not have been as funny. Vincent helped me down and we laughed a little more, then we fucked til he had to get up for duty the next morning. I fell asleep in his bunk just as he was leaving. I woke up a little later to his room mate pulling the cover off me.

But that's another blog entirely....

30 Days of Erotic Truth: Oh You Spunky, Huh...?

Task: Bukkake... Your thoughts?

Boo-who??

Oh, ok... You mean THAT...

I don't really have any thoughts on it. If you like it, DO YOU. Personally, I don't need a cum shower from a bunch of random penises... And I don't want ONE guy skeetin' on my face. I'ma sit still and let 2-3 or MORE do it? Get da fuck outta here with dat bullshit, Slim...

I mean, really...

Protein scrub? No, thank you.

Semen facial? I'll pass.

Spunk mousse in my locs? Hell-to-da-naw, Bobby!

I'm willing to try lots of things. Bukkake isn't one of 'em. Honestly? that's some funny shit right there, Slim...

30 Days of Erotic Truth #18: With This Ring

Task: Tell a sexual triangle story





Oh wow… Which one do I tell? It's hard to decidebecause there has only been 2 people in my life that I never had to share withsomeone else. Every other man or woman that I have EVER dealt with, I had toshare with someone else. Every single one… except Sonny and George.



And George ended up sharing me.





George was older than me by about 15 years. I had only beendating the Hub for about 10 months when George and I met. We kicked it asfriends as first. He'd flirt when he saw me and I'd smile and play coy. Iwasn't trying to give him any play for real because I figured I had a goodthing going with the pre-Hub. Pre-hub had helped me get an apartment the summerbefore after only dating for a month, so I figured I owed him a little loyalty.Well Moms and I had decided to go visit my big sister in Omaha, and we werelooking at traveling on very short money. George gave me his bank card and toldme to use what I needed. At first I refused, thinking I couldn't take his moneylike that. I've never been the gold-digger type. George insisted. He didn'twant his friend traveling broke. So Mom and I had a nice time, and I didn'tspend too much of his money, lol.



Came back from Omaha, and started going through the motionswith pre-Hub and his supposedly ex-girlfriend. George was right there offeringthe shoulder I needed. I went to his apartment one day to help him clean it orsomething, and we ended up having sex. I will admit, for a much older guyGeorge had a huge dick and stamina for DAYS. That was the first time n years Iended up with rug burns on my knees AND my back! We fucked all over his room.He just had so much passion and intensity, and our chemistry was pitch perfect.He's a Gemini, how could we not? LOL Afterwards, I went home and feltlike crap. Pre-hub and I were supposed to be working things out. Why did I haveto go and sleep with George? I wasn't going to do it again.



Well, George started coming around the family more andPre-hub started carrying things like George wasn't a threat. A couple of timeswhen George was at the house, Pre-hub straight snubbed him. I didn't like hisattitude, given the fact that George was being such a good friend to not onlyme but my whole family. George loved my kids and my jackwagon sister's kids. Wewould take them to the movies, always his treat, or to the park or just hangout and have fun with them all. Jackwagon saw George as her own personal cashcow and started milking him for money almost from the word go. She even madehim one of her kids' god-father. George took the role seriously, all the whiletrying to get me to be his lady. We'd had sex a few more times, and George wastaking good care of me. Our favorite ting to do was shower together. Georgewould wash me from head to toe. All I had to do was stand there and let him.Then he'd dry me off and we'd fuck all over again. A few times it got sointense I ended up with friction burns on my cooch, but he would lovingly tendto those too. Pre-hub was still denying how things were going with his ex, so Ifinally decided to not hide things between George and I any more. If Pre-Hubwanted to play me, fine. I'd DO me.



Then things took a bad turn. I'd gotten pregnant by Pre-Hubagain. At first he was excited, but then he decided that it wasn't a good ideafor us to have a baby right then. After about a week of convincing I agreed toend the pregnancy. The day after I had the abortion, Pre-Hub broke up with me. Iwas no more good, and wanted to curl up and die. How could he hurt me likethat? I needed to get away from everyone for a while, so I took my girlsand went to George's apartment. He had given me a set of keys, and I knew hewas out of town. No one knew where I was, and I was refusing to answer mypager. Somebody called George and he panicked. He came back in town and foundus asleep in his apartment. After telling him what had happened, he asked me tomarry him. I didn't know what to say or do. I was caught in the middle.



I went back and forth between Pre-Hub and George for a longtime after that. George finally decided he'd had enough when I became pregnantwith my youngest daughter. We were still friends, and he came to love her too,but he couldn't deal with me being on the fence. He eventually moved back toFlorida. Pre-hub and I got married, and had our son. 12 years later, theex-girlfriend is still in the picture, and I've only seen George once sincethen. Needless to say the Hub was on the verge of fighting the day Georgeshowed up at our house. I sometimes still wonder about him. I even wear thering he gave me.

30 Days of Erotic Truth #17: Keeping Secrets

Task: You walk into your bedroom and find your lover deep ina sexual act with someone of the same sex, what do you do?





In a word? FAINT



Then after coming to, I'd commence to cussing like theENTIRE USMC. I'd want to know how long it's been going on, and why he nevertold me. Then I'd probably pick up something and beat his ass with it, just forall the sheer hell he's put me through the last 14 years.



Then I'd leave for good.



Maybe if he'd been as open about his sexuality as I've beenabout mine we could work something out. But just on the strength of him giving meholy hell and the moody blues about my sexuality for so long, and he's been onthe DL for however long? Hell fuckin' naw, dude. I gots to go…

30 Days of Erotic Truth #16: What Time Is It? Party Time!

Task: You're invited to a party that just turned into anorgy, you just arrived… What would you like to see?



*In my best Morris Day voice* "I wanna see some asses wigglin…"



I've actually had this happen to me…more than twice…*deviant grin*



My ideal scene when I walk into a party-cum-fuckfest? A thick sista face down in a creamy pussy while she's getting pounded from the back by a delicious-lookin' brotha. Watching two people have sex isn't really a turn on for me, but throw another female in the mix? Ha'mercy… I don't even have to see his dick sliding in and out of her box. If he's puttin' it on her right, she'll be very vocal about it! But I want to SEE her givin'that pussy the business… And not just no bullshit flickin' all around it either. I am a firm believer in giving as good if not better than I like to get, so I'm talkin' nose in it, suckin the clit, suckin the labia, tongue deep inside, shiny face action! I can cum just from seeing a woman get served GOOD. Hell I can cum just from goin' down on a woman!



So yeah, bang that thang out from the back, Slim, while she goes to work on the cat. I'ma sit over herr with a drank and maybe 2 fanguhs in my honey hole and watch the happenins…

30 Days of Erotic Truth #15: Gotcha!

Task: Have you ever been caught masturbating or having sex? Tell the story…



Actually, I did once…



Oddly enough, the guy's name was Joe (shut it, Dee).



I was only about 16 and had just told him I was pregnant. I thought Joe might be the daddy (He wasn't, but that's another blog entirely). you see, Joe and I share the same birthday, so to celebrate my 16th and his 19th he took me to dinner then we went back to his friend's apartment and had sex. There was nothing spectacular that I can recall about it, except that we'd taken a shower together as part of our 'celebration'. Since my hair was natural at the time, you can guess what happened when the water hit it. Yep, cute kitchen curls turned into negro naps fa real. I remember his friend talking shit about my hair when we were leaving. Please believe me when I say I hated that bitch-nigga for many years since then, but I digress.



Fast forward about 3 months and Joe and I are in his car down by the Tidal Basin discussing him not being ready to be a father. *eyeroll* I was sick with the flu on top of being sick constantly from being preggers. He'd gotten me out of the house in my nightgown with jeans, a t-shirt, and a jacket on over it. My momma would have killed me had she known, but I thought I was 'in love'. Anywho, Joe is steadily trying to talk me into having an abortion and I'm crying, so he says that we should sit in the back so he can hold me. Well holding me turned into kissing me, and then turned into us pulling off my jacket and t-shirt. The windows are completely fogged up and he's on top of me trying to work my jeans down. Who rolled up on us but good ol' US Park Police. Spotlight on and a knock on the window scared us both shitless. I thought we were going to jail. The cop just told us to get dressed and go home. He didn't even question my age, lol. I should have taken that as a sign because we didn't talk much on the ride back to my house. I didn't see Joe again until my daughter Jessica was almost 2. He'd came to my house with a few things he had bought for her. I didn't even bother to tell him he wasn't her dad. I just told him we were doing fine without him. To be honest, I don't think I ever bothered to tell him. He'd already proven what type of guy he was anyway…lol

30 Days of Erotic Truth #14: The Blackbyrds Had it Right!

Task: Public sex: do or don’t?


By all means DO!

But only if you're comfortable with being an exhibitionist. Not everyone has the stomach for public nudity. Not everyone has the nerve to risk getting caught. Taking risks, however, is in my nature...

I've had some wonderful experiences with public sex. You'll be surprised what your love for somebody will spur you to do. I think I've had more public sex in the last year than I've had since I was a teenager. Back in the day it was nothing to be scuzzy and fuck on a park bench or picnic table. Hell, neighborhood playground too. We would go behind the school, down in a stairwell or even just do it in the local public pool. I was extremely insatiable back then...still am, really. During the early years of my marriage we would fuck in the Hub's truck regularly. We'd be parked right in front of the house, in the truck, gettin it in. Ah, memories...lol

Nowadays, I'm a little more mindful of my surroundings, but that man can always get me hot and horny enough to fuck almost anywhere... in front of the local utility company... on a tennis court... even in the back of his truck in the rain...

Aaahhh...memories....

30 Days of Erotic Truth #13: No Strap'n Cap'n

Task: A fantasy you know you will never fulfill



Well, it's not really a fantasy of mine, but I know some other folks have fantasized about it... It's letting someone use a strap-on on me. I will never let anyone use a strap on me, especially a woman. I've worn the strap a couple times, and had fun doing it. But another woman can't and won't be doing me. Call me unfair, call me selfish. Just don't call me with that bullshit.

I'm too dominant for it.

I just can't see myself giving another woman that kind of dominion over me. I won't. Maybe I've got too much testosterone in me. Maybe I'm a stud in femme's clothing. Maybe I just don't want another woman trying to beat my pussy up. Whatever it is, strap-on ain't happening. And I let it be known up front too.

Now, I've done the vibe thing with another woman. She can play in it all day with a vibe and a nice glass dildo. But the moment she starts talkin' crazy about puttin' on a strap? Game over.

Sorry darlin'... Momma cain't do that one...

30 Days of Erotic Truth #12: Beauty and the Beast

Task: A fantasy you want to fulfill

My fantasy is real simple: on a blanket, in the rain.We're surrounded by trees so no one sees us. Clothes are sticking to our skin, skirt hiked up around my waste, going at it full tilt. I always have on a white button down shirt and grey skirt in this fantasy, and we're always on a tartan plain blanket. The rain pours in sheets but it doesn't stop us. He's biting my neck so hard he leaves deep teeth marks. I'm clawing at his shirt, trying to pull his clothes off. I put my legs around him and he's stroking so hard and deep in me that I feel itin my sleep. It's kind of beastly, like the scene from Bram Stoker's Dracula when the girl gets fucked by Dracula when he's the wolf-thing. Yeah, I want to be taken like THAT.

Oh yeah...and it's ALWAYS Him...

30 Days of Erotic Truth #11: Fake-Me-Out

Write a letter to the person you faked it with.. tell em why he/she didn't take you there once and for all…

Now THIS is gonna be an interesting one...


A.,

Where do I begin with this? Maybe right from the beginning...

I loved you more than I should have. Took me 9 years to figure that out. You know what made me realize it? When I became willing to screw your husband just to be with you. It was stupid, and I never should have, but hey, I loved you enough to want to see you satisfied. All it did was make him hate me more because he didn't move you like I did. It also made him want me as much as he hated me. And yes, I faked it with him EVERY SINGLE TIME. I didn't want him touching me, but you got off on it. Another lesson in being willing to lower my standards. You'd have to see the letter to Glen to understand why I said that. When I finally couldn't stand it anymore, I stopped letting him touch me. I still loved you, but I had decided to love ME more. And he was a lousy lay. Yes, love. Your husband is a LAME FUCK. I still have no idea how you couldn't see that. Maybe you became numb to him after all those years. I just couldn't stomach his penis near me anymore. I knew he hated me, and most days he was angry at you for loving me. The way he behaved prior to his encarceration proved that. You said yourself that the whole time he was locked up he asked you to apologize to everyone in your circle BUT ME. I guess he never realized that everything you went through with him, I went through too. Probably wouldn't even care. Oh well. C'est la vie...

I will always love you. We've shared one spectacular night in the 13 years we've known each other. I will always treasure that.

Your homie,

H.

30 Days of Erotic Truth #10: Purged

Task: A letter to the person you regret screwing .. tell em how you really feel…



Glen,

Wow, where do I start?

You were my first love, and I adored you. I damn near worshipped the ground you walked on. You accepted me and my daughter, and treated her like she was your own. You took me from a teenager thinking I was really doing something in the world, to a woman who could handle her own in any situation. You were the only man to show me patience and teach me how to give head WELL. You gave me a beautiful daughter.

You were also the only man to put his hands on me violently. I'd had a previous boyfriend who used to get very rough with me, but that was only during sex. YOU, however, felt the need to try to control me through abuse. I had never been slapped EVER in my life until I met you. I had never been slapped repeatedly, at times until I couldn't see or hear, but that was your punishment of choice. I know in my heart that the only reason you stopped was because I became pregnant with our daughter.

I'd never had a jailbird boyfriend until you either. I always thought I was too good to be waiting for someone who figured doing wrong was their only option until they got caught and wound up doing time. You weren't in jail long, but I loved you so much I lowered my standard for you. I never should have. It opened the door for me lowering my standards again and again for you and then others after you.

Lastly, you showed me that love will make a person do almost anything, including fall into abject despair when it ends. You cheated on me, told me my mother was interfering in our relationship, pushed me to move out on my own, still cheated, told your side bitch I was crazy, told me your side bitch was on drugs and just letting you sleep on her couch, and ultimately left us for the side bitch. I thought my world was ending. I became severely depressed, and eventually started drinking heavily to compensate. I met a good man who loved me and my girls, but I screwed him over because I couldn't get over you. He ended up leaving me. Side Bitch ended up trying to kill you...TWICE. Our daughter was only 3 by then.

In the time since then, we've fucked and sucked on and off for many years. Me believing I still loved you, and you still loved me. I got married, but still couldn't stay away from you. You got married too, but have been cheating on her stupid ass since before you married her. Your youngest daughter bears that truth out. Now instead of dealing with you when you cheat, she'd rather fight the chicks you're screwing. Like I said, stupid. I was stupid too, though. You have been pretty much a non-factor in our daughter's life since she was 2. She's 19 now and has a closer relationship with your father than with you. You've proven time and again that the most important person in YOUR life, is YOU. Your heavy drinking bears that truth out too. Even when you lost your only son, our daughter's big brother, you're always so consumed with your own grief that you have lived in a vodka bottle and you've managed to push her away. It shouldn't suprise you that she wants nothing more to do with you. Not on your terms anyway.

I guess I need to get to the crux of why I'm writing this letter. I honestly regret fucking you. The best thing you ever gave me was our daughter. I learned some valuable lessons in dealing with you, but I could have done without the abuse, heartache, and misery I had to endure to learn them. That first night we fucked, the first night we ever met, was good, but you could have kept the dick to yourself fa real. I recently found out that you're still screwing your other 2 baby mamas. It's a damn shame, really. The more things change... Well, our daughter is graduating high school in 1 week and plans to enter the navy. You should feel proud. She's done all of this in spite of you. I know I'm proud of her. No man has put his hands on me violently since you did. I'd kill a muthafucka first. I'm beating my depression, and have a good life, and good husband to prove it. I've also found the most beautiful love in the world. It ain't perfect, but he's perfect for me. I finally learned that life moves on without you.

I hope you live the life you deserve.

Always stronger than you think,
Harmony

30 Days of Erotic Truth #9: For the Good Book Says...

Task: Does your religion/beliefs hinder your sexual expression?


In a word? Nope.

Why? Without going into any deep explanation of my beliefs about the bible, I'll simply say this: the bible is very sunjective. People tend to pick out the parts that they want to use, and ignore the rest. That's fine with me. The lessons taught in the bible are good ones, but they don't define a person's entire life, AND I keep in mind who interpreted it.

Besides, I've cracked more ignant jokes on folks than committed 'sinful' sexual acts. If I'm going to hell, it won't be for my pussy antics, it'll be for my sharp tongue...

30 Days of Erotic Truth #8: Straight Jackin' Folks

Task: What's your definition of rape? Date rape?


My definition?

It's simple. If you force yourself on an individual, male or female, and it results in unwanted, nonconsensual sexual intercourse or an unwanted, nonconsensual sexual act, or you ATTEMPT to force yourself on an individual, that to me is rape. Even if things start out consensual, once that person says NO, if you continue you are committing rape. There is no middle ground. There is no in between.

Date rape to me follows the same premise. The only difference is the perpetrator has added chemicals to prevent the person from saying no. Consent is only implied in life threatening health emergencies. It is not implied in sexual situations. If you incapacitate someone in any way, be it with drugs, alcohol, or violence, then have sex with them, you have committed rape.

In any rape situation, be it violent rape or date rape, the perp should have his/her genitals removed with a hot, dull butter knife and no anesthesia. But that's just my opinion.

30 Days of Erotic Truth #7: Love Letter

Task: Write a letter to the best lover you’ve ever had..

*sangin like Teena Marie*
"Dear Lover, I hope this letter finds you, Dear...Lover..."

This should be interesting....




Hey Baby,

I just want to thank you for the way you love on me. I look forward to every chance we get to spend together. I've never experienced anything like the love we share. You have consumed every part of me, from the locs on my head, to the balls of my feet. Thank you for giving me the best love/sex I've ever known.

I can hardly wait to see you again. I need some of you bad as fuck right now, and want you deep inside me. My nipples get hard just at the thought of your tongue against them. My skin craves your touch. My mouth misses the taste of you. I need us to climax together, baby. I'm feenin' for the release only yu can bring. I'ma stop now before I make a mess in my panties thinkin' about you fuckin me hard. Hope to see you soon!

Lovin on you as hard as you love on me,

Sundae...

30 Days of Erotic Truth #6: Mind Phuck

Task: Tell a story about how you would seduce someone you must have …

This one was kind of tough. By my own admission, I don't know how to seduce someone. I was told, however, that I seduce with words. After thinking on it, I figured out how to approach this one. Here it go....


Edward is not your typical guy. It’s take a little more than nice tits and a big ass to seduce him. You need to get inside his mind first. If I wanted to seduce him, THIS is what I’d say…

Would you like to see me naked, baby? I know you want me completely bare to you. With each piece of clothing, I will strip away every layer of my defenses. My shirt? That’s my armor. I wear it to keep people from seeing my true form. So many people are obssessed with looks, but I want you to see the real me. My pants are my illusion. You look at my ass in my tight pants and see just what I want you to. My socks and shoes are my wit and humor. If I can tap dance around you, and make you laugh, you wont think about what’s undrneath.

See baby? I’ve stripped one complete layer of my defenses for you. Only you.

My panties conceal my lust. That warm, wet place beneath them can bring much joy to whomever is allowed to enter. It can also make men crazy. I choose carefully who is allowed to caress her, to possess her. It wasn’t always like that. I didn’t know what I had betweem my cream-colored thighs. Now, she wants to respond to no one but you. I throw away my panties, and my inhibitions, just for you. My bra? That’s the cage around my heart. It keeps my love and my trust safe. I don’t let just anyone near it. Too many folks have gotten into that cage and nearly destroyed me. It’s the most precious thing I have, but I willingly open my cage to you. So the bra drops to the floor. I place my heart, my love, and my trust in your hands.

Now I stand completely bare to you.
No clothes…
no defenses…
no inhibitions…
I am as open as I’ll ever be, baby. This is the real me.

Now what will you do with me?

Off The Beaten Path: My Kinda Heaven

**WARNING: While this blog does not poke fun at religion, it is intended to be funny. If you're a religious zealot, or the type to condemn folks to hell randomly, this blog IS NOT for you. Negative comments WILL BE deleted**


Back story:
So I was talking to my girlfriend about the world ending today, and I had mentioned that another friend of mine was hosting a 'Looting After Rapture' event in honor of that. She said that won't be none of that going on, seeing as how everything will be gone, which prompted me to reply that there may be some interesting happenings during that time. she said that folks would be too busy pleading their case . I said any looting would have to occur after that, because it would be kind of hard for somebody to try to plead to Jesus with a stolen TV under their arm. It got us to giggling and talking about how someone would approach the Pearly Gates with a stolen TV under their arm, "See Lawd, wha ha'happen was…" Anyway, I told her that to me, Heaven should already have TVs. I then told her that I should blog about that.

So here it go:

My kind of Heaven would already have TVs in it. Big flatscreens that show nothing but music videos 24/7, and I don't mean that crap they show on MTV and stations like that. My kind of Heaven would show VH1 Soul. Good music you can groove to. Maybe some soca, or other Caribbean music, and plenty reggae. My Heaven would also have a Daddy Grace's or Sweetie Pie's on every other corner, and the food wouldn't make you fat or hurt your body in any way. I don't know about ya'll, but this good Christian will definitely need to eat while I'm in Heaven. All of my loved ones, friends and I would go to one of these places and eat all the time. We'd laugh and have a good ol' family get together, sharing the love of friendship and family.

My Heaven would keep the temp at 75 degrees, with gentle breezes and the occasional warm rain shower or thunderstorm. Everybody's mansion would have a huge veranda so we could sit out and enjoy the rain. Everybody's favorite flowers would bloom outside their mansion, and there'd be shady trees in every yard. You know the sun would be blazin' in Heaven, right? Gotta stay shaded. I wouldn't have to worry about the sun making me itch and feel bad, because I wouldn't need the blood pressure meds I take. Somebody would always be having a bar-b-que, too. That good music would be playing and folks would be having a ball.

While the niggas and hood-boogers would be welcome in My Heaven, all their niggatry (thanks Nori!) and hood-boogerness would not be. No bammas driving around with too loud music boomin' too much bass. No chicks fightin' over havin' the same baby daddy. No excessive cussin' (this is MY Heaven, remember?) and no 211 Steel Reserve. If you feel like you got to fight? Take that mess down to Satan's Place. just know that there's no return trip. There wouldn't be triflin' parents or bad ass kids either. Any kids in My Heaven would be good, well-behaved kids, and there wouldn't be any parents wearin' expensive clothes/shoes and kids looking like waifs. Everybody will be dressed good in My Heaven! Nobody would have to sell weed because weed would be free for everybody who wanted it. folks wouldn't have to lie about 'medicinal purposes' because there wouldn't be a need for medicine. I'd also have a tap in my mansion that only poured tequila.

Yes indeed, My Heaven would be perfect just me, and all of ya'll would be welcome. Well, maybe not ALL of ya'll. Donald Trump, Rush Limbaugh, Glenn Beck, and a few others can't come. My Heaven is a 'Bullshit Free' zone. But the rest of ya'll are good!

Now, if I can just get God an'em to go along with it....


By the way, since the rapture didn't come today, the looting event was subsequently cancelled. Damn. I had hoped to get me a flatscreen too...

30 Days of Erotic Truth #5: Put'cho Mouth on Me

Task: She doesn’t suck dick/He doesn’t lick clits…is that a deal breaker?

Hmmm... If my man didn't lick clits, would that be a dealbreaker for me?
Nope.
Here's why...
I'm a woman who loves women. Have been since I was a small child. I love the sight, touch, feel, scent, and taste of a woman. I can indulge in the pleasantries of a sensual woman for hours...and never get enough. If she's feeling me as much as I'm feeling her, the places we could go sexually are just magical.. *hamercy*
Any man I deal with has to understand this part of me, and ACCEPT IT. Doesn't make sense to me to be with a man who will wig out the moment I say I'm craving pussy, so I establish that up front. I did 15 years ago with my husband. We've been doing fine with it since then. If there ever comes a time when I am no longer married, and the man I meet has an issue with my sexuality? We have no chemistry, brother. Sorry. If he's fine with me being intimate with a woman, then him licking my clit doesn't really matter. There are other ways to stimulate my love bud that he and I can explore and I will still get off WITH HIM. I have only come from vaginal sex twice in my life. I've had some juicy close calls, lol! But the rockets only shot off twice from intercourse. And I hate to admit it, but a woman's mouth on my clit will make me cum faster and harder than a man's. Go figure... Anywho, as long as it's some type of clit stimulation, him using his tongue is not a requirement.

Now, if the bamma says he's not into penetrating women vaginally? Some shit gon' jump off!

30 Days of Erotic Truth 4: 'Sex for Sale... CHEAP'

Task: If you were approached and offered to do a porno scene for $20,000, would you do it? And why?

 

 

This is kind of a no-brainer question for me. If I was offered $20,000 to do a porno scene, would I? Yerp.

Why? 3 reasons:

1. I'm broke

2. I got a family

3. I got bills

 

In this economic climate, folks are having a hard time with simple things like buying groceries. With Dept. of Education breathing down my neck, I got too much stuff to do to turn down a chunk of change just because I gotta give up some pussy for it. I don't have any qualms about screwing with no conscience. Hell, I used to do it for sport when I was younger.  

 

And I think my husband would understand.

 

However, there'd have to be some conditions. Just because I'm being paid, doesn't mean I'ma just let the offerer be willy nilly with how I'm giving up my cooch. The short list would include:

 

1. No anal - Some things should be kept exclusively for my man. If the person offering the money says the scene is all anal, all bets are off. I need money, but not at the expense of my poop shoot. So, I'm sorry. I don't think I need anyone violating my rectum at this particular time.

2. No condoms, no cooch - Self explanatory

3. No cum to the face - I don't do this PERIOD.

4. No cum in my mouth - I don't know you, slim. Why would I catch your spunk in my mouth? Eww…

5. Must be a clean environment - If the offerer's idea of a hot sex scene is on a pissy mattress over at the city dump, count me out. If it includes anywhere outdoors where I may be laying down, forget it. Unless it's on a deck chair with SEVERAL clean towels on it.

6. I reserve the right to sue if any parts of 1 through 5 are violated.

 

I'm sure I could come up with more if I put my mind to it. Yeah, it may be cheap or trashy, but if it was the only way I could feed my family, I've have been selling pussy ages ago. A lot of folks don't understand the concept of being willing to do anything to take care of your clan. And still, many folks are quick to say they've never sell sex to feed their kids. Truth is, you don't know WHAT you'd do for your family until you're forced to. Many of my friends would probably say "You should love the person you give yourself to." My response to that would be "I love the people I'm giving myself away FOR. That to me is more important."

 

Besides, sex without love is just that….sex.

30 Days of Erotic Truth: 'Beat Me! Mistreat Me!'

Task: Your thoughts on S&M

 

Let's see… What are MY thoughts on Sadism and Masochism…. I guess that depends on which end of the spectrum you want me to speak from. I can get into both.

 

To me, it's a preference thing. I can be into either depending on who I'm with and what we're doing. I've been accused of having a sadistic side, although it's not as bad as some folks I'm close to. I've been known to conjure up some shit that will make people cringe, lol. I see it as a release thing for some people. People carry a lot of shit with them sometimes, and the only way to get it off them is by having pain inflicted on them. It's kind of like the guy whose job it is at a corporate office to fire/lay folks off. He may see himself as needing to be punished for what he does for a living. I can be that person who gives him what he needs.

 

On the other hand, and again, depending on who I'm with and what we're doing, receiving pain can be a beautiful thing. That's all I'ma say about that! :D

30y.o. Virgin vs. 38y.o. Pro??

Task: If you meet someone right now that is a 30 year old virgin, would you be willing to be their first?

Are you askin' the 'good Christian' in me, or are you askin' the 'Deviant'? Because this could go either way...

The 'good Christian' would tell said virgin to continue to save him/herself for the right person. Sex at the wrong time and with the wrong person can fuck your life up (see previous blog). The first person you give yourself to should at least care about you, and want to make your experience memorable for all the right reasons (again, see previous blog for examples of all the wrong reasons). Sex can be a beautiful thing, and allowing someone to deflower you should be the beginning of an enjoyable sexual journey.

But enough of that...

The 'Deviant'? Doesn't even have to have any type of feelings beyond wanting to show said virgin just how exciting sex can be. I wouldn't be rough, but I'd make damn sure the next 10 sexual encounters were with ME. I'd be sure to give them some memories that won't ever forget, and I'd want said virgin hooked, and feenin'. Then after teaching them most of what I know, I'd turn them loose on the world.... Oh boy!

Good Girl Gone

Task: The first time you had sex …details please

"The first time I made love, it wasn't love at all. Didn't know what to feel. Didn't seem real. That's all I can recall..." Joyce Kennedy & Jeffrey Osborne


Yeah, it's corny and borrowed, but that about sums it up.

Well, not exactly. I can recall very well. I was only 13. He was 23, and his name was Greg..... *insert gasps and pearl-clutchin' here*

See, I had been dry-humpin' and pseudo-sexin' since I was 6. This particular summer, however, was the summer of moving from boys to men, and me proving my 'skills' to a grown-ass man was par for the course. He was very cute too! high yellow, tall, slender, and a lifegaurd. He drove his convertible to the neighborhood pool where he worked, and all the girls crushed on him HARD.

He'd come to our neighborhood that evening to pick up my big-breasted best friend whom he had been chasing. She couldn't get out the house though. Guess who caught his eye. (took me many years to realize I was NOT ho material, and deserved better than being someone's second choice.) He asked if I wanted to hang out and I jumped at the chance to get him. So we went back to his house. IT was a nice rambler in a very nice neighborhood. Nothing like the projects where we lived. We get there and he starts acting hinky. Turns out 'his house' was actually his parents' house, and even though he was 23, he couldn't have females over after dark. O_o I had to climb in his bedroom window. Again O_o Good thing his bed was right there! Looking back, I'm sure I wasn't the first, and I hope his neighbors eventually snitched on him!

We're in his room, and we kiss a little. I knew right then and there I didn't want to be with this dude. No turning back now though! I had a reputation to uphold (glad it didn't stick). Once we're undressed, he asks me to get on top. I'm thinking, "No sweat. I've been on top before." Not with a grown man I haven't! So I get on top and start moving my hips. After about a minute, Greg made me stop and raise up a little. He repositioned himself, and lowered me down onto the head of his penis. As he brought me down, he pushed upwards and I felt a small sharp pain. I remember saying "Ouch! Something hurt!" I also remember him saying "I thought you said you wasn't a virgin?!" I'd said I wasn't, but I guess I still was. Shows you how much I knew. We humped like that for a little while, and it still hurt a little. I couldn't keep quiet, and I guess his conscious got to him because it didn't take long fo rhim to say it was time to go. He got me omething to clean up with, and we got dressed and out the window I went. I don't recall if I saw blood or not, but I do know we avoided each other the rest of the summer. It's kind of sad, really. Just like that, all traces of the good girl in me were gone.

I ain't been right since......

Got Any Change?

I have never been afraid of change. Cliché though it may be, I do believe that in many cases, change is a great thing. But there comes a time when change needs to cease, especially when you're the only one doing it. 

Anyone who knows me knows that I can usually adapt to any situation, and don't have a problem accommodating folks. I'm easy to get along with like that. Well, I've reached a point where I've had all I can stand with being accommodating and always being the one who adapts. Why does it always have to be me anyway?

I get sick and tired of people whining and acting like fools when they can't have their way, or want me to acquiesce to their demands. I should not have to be the one who is willing to sacrifice or who has to make adjustments for the next muthafucka. I'm suppose to always change for YOU?? REALLY???

FUCK THAT! I deserve some happy too, damnit!!

I've had it with always trying to make everyone else happy at the expense of my own joy. You're not happy with something I do or say? Fuck you. I've shed too many angry, hurt, frustrated tears because I had to change my life or change my behavior for somebody too busy worrying about themselves to give two shits about me.

I can't even love who I love HOW I choose to because of selfish muthafuckas.

This shit ends today. Fuck change…

Yeah, You Grown Alright

'Grown' folk make my ass itch.

I don't mean 'adults'. I mean people who think they are 'grown', got the nerve to call themselves 'grown', then act like damn children. CORRECTION: They act WORSE than children, because they will chastise a child for doing the same ignant shit they do in the name of righteousness. Lately I have seen a lot of people who are old enough to know better do some seriously childish shit, and are quick to tell somebody "I'ma grown ass man" or "I'm a grown woman."

Really? Yo ass don't act like it.

Being petty? Being catty? Refusing to see the truth cause you're a 'grown-ass whatever'? Not taking responsibility for your own part in the shit storm you create? Trying to rub somebody's nose in something on the sly like a punk-ass pussy? That's adolescent bullshit. And some adolescents act more mature than these grown-ass perpetrators do. I've got grade-school and middle-school age children who act more like adults than these simple muthafuckas do. And they are so quick to join the church choir and amen something knowing full well they were wrong as two left shoes. Why even play the role? You know you're full of shit and so do the rest of the adults in the room. Why don't you act your fuckin age! If you're so 'grown', leave the childish games to children. Trust and believe, karma WILL come for your ignant ass, and it will not be cute. I wanna see you tell karma "I'm grown." The ugliness you put out, you WILL get back. Buhleedat.

You know, Shakespeare once wrote "The evil that men do lives after them. The good is oft interred with their bones…" Yeah, mufukkas. I know Shakespeare. Anywho, he spoke nothing but TRUTH when he penned that line in Julius Caesar. 'Grown' folk don't seem to realize that no one will remember the really righteous things they do. They will only be remembered for their ignant, petty, childish, nigga shit.

You know what happens to shit that gets too 'grown'? It withers, falls off the vine, and DIES….

Yeah, you 'grown' alright.