I Hate To Love It

“Who the fuck is banging on my door at 2:34 in the damn morning? You best to have a big-ass check and some balloons or I’m gonna kick your ass,” I yell as I’m stomp down the stairs.

I peak out the peephole, “Just open the door Kelly.”

“Oh...hey, come on in,” I say yawning and opening the door.

“You ain’t so loud now, huh,” he says as he comes in.

“What are you doing here so late?”

“Shut up and open your fucking legs,” he says as he pushes me against the door, while thrusting his tongue down my throat, squeezing one tit with one hand and shoving his other hand in my pussy. I’m wet in no time and I cum in short order.

I hate he knows what buttons to push.
I hate he manipulates my body like this.

He takes his hand, shimmering with my juices, and brings up to my face. I want to lick his fingers, but he teases me.

“That’s right, baby...I know you wanna lick these fingers. I know you wanna taste yourself,” he taunts me as he sucks his fingers. The hand on my tit is still squeezing, causing me stay wet and pinned against the front door.

“Shut up, don’t talk,” as I open my mouth to say something.

He pulls me off the door by my titties, turns me around and pins me against the door again. It is cool against my hot, hard nipples. His warm breath on my neck is a stark contrast to the coolness of the door my cheek is feeling.

I hear the wrapper tear and I get wetter at the thought of him entering me.

“Don’t say a word. This is my pussy and I’ll fuck it whenever I want,” he whispers in my ear.

I gladly open my legs, he slides right in and I cum immediately.

I hate he knows what buttons to push.
I hate he manipulates my body like this.

He begins to slowly back up and I move with him so we stay connected. He leads me to the sofa and bends me over the back of it. He is pumping strong and steady and I’m loving it.

I say, “talk to me.”

“What do you want me to say? Do you want me to tell you how much I love fucking this pussy? Do you want me to tell you how much I think about this pussy? Yeah, I love fucking it. I think about it in the morning when I wake up with a hard-on and wish you were next to me so I could stick it in you. Is that what you wanna hear? You wanna know how much this big ass turned me on as soon as you opened the door. You wanna hear how your pussy tastes sweet like cantaloupe and how I could suck your titties all night. Is that what you wanna hear?”

“Yesssssssssssssssssssssssssss,” I say as I cum again. This time he has to hold me because my knees start to give out.

“Well, I ain’t saying shit,” he smirks as he smacks my ass. His smacks turn into a spanking as his strokes remain constant; he’s grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back. He’s literally riding me and I’m lovin’ it.

The mix of pleasure and pain is almost too much. My body begins to convulse and his thrusts get stronger and deeper. I yell and go into a full-on orgasm of massive proportions. His 6’1” frame absorbs it and never misses a beat.

I hate he knows what buttons to push.
I hate he manipulates my body like this.

“I...can’t...take...anymore,” I pant.

“Shut up, yes you can. I know you have at least one more in you and you’re gonna give it to me.”

He exits me and leads me to the front of the sofa. He grabs a pillow, throws it on the floor and I sit on it. He pulls me up to my knees by my hair and bends me over the cushion.

“I know you have another one for me and I’m gonna get it,” he says as he begins to enter my ass. He is forceful, though gentle. I trust him and I’m completely relaxed, making it easier for him to penetrate.

As I’m moaning, he’s constantly rubbing my shoulders and fucking my ass with a milder rhythm than he did my pussy. And he’s right, there is another orgasm inside of me, in spite of my need for rest; in spite of my desire for sleep, there is another one, and it’s a biggin’.

He likes to cum quietly, so I decide to be quiet too. The intensity of us climaxing together was overwhelming. After he pulled out, I slumped right there on the floor. I couldn’t get back upstairs if someone paid me. As I lay still, trying to get my breath and some semblance of composure, I heard him washing up in the bathroom. I hadn’t budged when he came back to the living room.

He kissed me on the forehead, “I’ll call you tomorrow, get some rest.”

“Buh-bye.”

I love he knows what buttons to push.
I love he manipulates my body like this.

Oh no he didn't

I admit it, I gave into it, into him. His smell was intoxicating, a hint of cologne lingered on him and it was just enough. His hands were soft and strong as he gently squeezed my ass and rubbed my thighs. His lips, what can I say about his lips, they were full, soft, luscious and I could’ve have kissed him for hours. As I began to run my fingers through his curly hair, I was immediately turned on by its softness. I was getting wet, scratch that, I was wet, to be honest, my pussy had been moist since I saw first him and it was only getting wetter as his tongue probed my mouth and his hands began their adventure.

He gently opened my thighs and rubbed the inner thigh. I let out a little sigh each time his hand got close to my goodness. He had big hands and I wanted them to touch me, oh how I wanted them to touch me, and just as I thought he was about to make contact, he pulled away. I mean he didn’t just stop kissing me, he leaned back and looked out the window.

“Is something the matter?”
“No, no, no, not at all,” shaking his head.
“Why did you stop?”
“I needed to catch my breath for a minute. You are so beautiful and I’ve wanted you for so long, I need to stay, um, let’s say composed, to stay in control. I knew as soon as felt your juices, well, it would be over.”
“Really? Well let me help you, help me."

I stood up and lead him upstairs. You got it; I’m back in control baby. This is my house, my bed, and most importantly, my pussy. By the time I’m done with him, he’ll be begging to touch me. I took off his tee shirt and laid him on the bed. He really is fucking gorgeous; his skin reminded me of milk chocolate, smooth and creamy like. And his body was to die for, I could’ve eaten dinner off of his six-pack; his arms, thighs and legs were lean and shapely like a baller’s. This was going to be fun.

“Stay still, I’ll be right back.”

I darted to my dressing room, changed robes and grabbed my massage oil. I went back in the bedroom, closed the drapes and turned on some soft tunes. The sun’s glow came through the drapes giving the room a caramel hue.

I got on the bed and straddled him. I know he could feel my moisture through his shorts, just as I could feel his manliness growing and squirming, but I wouldn’t let him in until I was ready. I poured a few drops of oil onto his hairless chest and began rubbing it in, with each stretch of my arms towards his shoulders, I rose up just a bit, and with each retraction of my arms to his abs, I lowered back on him. With each lowering came a small grind. He tried to reach for my titties, but I pushed his hands away. He had had his chance downstairs, now it was my turn. I gradually began speeding up, rubbing harder, landing harder and grinding stronger. It was definitely turning him on. He grabbed the pillows and began moaning, when he tried to move his hips in concert, I stopped him. It was gonna be my way or no way. He was on the verge, he had to be inside of me and just as he started to tremble, I leaned forward and put my head on his chest. I wasn’t ready for him to come yet. I sat back up to see him looking at me, actually through me. I smiled, leaned forward a bit and touched my goodness. I was sure enough wet, good and wet. The back of my hand glided over his dick, which made him jump. I made sure my fingers were drenched before I brought my hand to my mouth and licked it clean. His eyes said it all, he was astonished, excited and wanted to taste me for himself. I got my hand wet again, this time giving it to him to clean. He sucked each finger as if it was a steak bone, so much so that I almost lost it couple of times.

Since he enjoyed my taste, it was time for me to give him breakfast. I turned around and backed up until my pussy was over his face and my face was over his dick. Before I had a chance to lower to him, he grabbed my ass and shoved my pussy onto his tongue. It was wonderful; he licked, lapped, sucked and fucked me with his tongue. There was no area of my vagina left unexplored. It was hard for me to focus on his dick. I wanted to give his manhood the undivided attention it deserved. It was plentiful and would take concentration for me to do it justice. I didn’t want to climax and accidentally bite him, so I opted for just licking the tip as he was enjoying me, which turned out to be a damn good idea. When I came, it was full throttle; I yelled, arched my back and began to shake. He had to hold onto so I wouldn’t fall off the bed. It was wonderful, and it was my turn.

The orgasm had invigorated me. I sucked on the head, I licked the shaft, I massaged his nuts and then it was on. I attacked his dick like a starving Ethiopian. I spit on his dick and began deep throating. His moans were deep and his breathing was heavy. He tried to finger me, but I pushed his hand away and held his arms in position with my legs. It was my turn. I took it all, every erect, long, thick inch. My head was going up and down to the city rhythms I heard outside my window, slow as the bus stopped on the corner, then faster and erratic when a neighbor began mowing his lawn and finally an all out suck-fest when the ambulance came barreling down the street.

“I’m gettin’ ready to cum,” he growled. I didn’t miss a beat.
“Oh fuck baby,” he said. I was steadfast.
“That’s right Monaaaaa,” he moaned. I stopped, bit down on him and kicked him in the head as I got the fuck offa him.
“Oh shit, Kelly, I’m sorry.”
“No need to apologize, just get up, get your shit and get the fuck outta my house this very instant,” I told him as I began to get dressed.
“Wait baby. I’m sorry, she’s my ex-wife, I got caught up, you were doing it so well...”
“Yes, so well in fact that I must’ve reminded you of her...just leave,” shaking my head as I tied up my shoelaces.

He was in shock and still lying on my bed by the time I was ready to go downstairs.

“What don’t you understand? I need you to get dressed and leave my home, right now.”
“I don’t wanna leave; I wanna stay here with you. I’m sorry Kelly, I’m really sorry.”
“Yes, dear I know you’re sorry, which is why I want you to get the fuck outta my house.”

Then this motherfucker had the nerve to try and jump bad on me, “I don’t want to leave and I’m not leaving,” he said as he put his hands behind his head and crossed his legs at the ankle.

Couple's Massage (finale)

I'm spent. My mind is blank. My heart is pounding. A couple of people help me get back on the table. I don't know who and I don't care, I need a nap. Someone covers me with a warm blanket and someone else puts a pillow under my head. Just as I'm about to drift off to sleep, Jay gets under the cover with me, and we spoon.

I must've drifted off because the next thing I remember is Dick gently shaking my shoulders and telling me our time is up. Huh, where's Jay? Wasn't he next to me? Oh shit, I think it was Jay. This has all been too much for me; I need to go back to our room, get some room service and sleep.

Dick helps me sit up, gives me some water and leaves so I can put my robe on. I shake my head and smile, he didn't have to leave, he's already seen and touched the goodies? I open the door to see Jay, Jane, Dick, the other woman and another man standing in the hall. I walk over to Jay who puts his arm around my shoulder and whispers he loves me, as we follow our masseurs down the hall to a patio. There is a beautiful supper set up for us, with all kinds of food and beverages. I look at Jay and he pulls me close, holding me tight.

Tears are streaming down my eyes as I realize Jay has arranged this us. He pulls back to look in my eyes, he thanks me for loving him and brings me back into his arms. It was if I was possessed, in one fluid motion, I pull myself out of his arms, drop to my knees, yank open his robe and begin sucking his dick as if it held the nectar of life. Jay was so surprised and excited, he came quickly. I thought he was going to cum again as he watched me swallow it. At which point, our masseurs lead us to our seats across from each other and began serving us.

It was quite obvious this wasn't going to be a regular meal. Dick sits beside me and begins feeding me, he is literally picking up food and feeding it to me. I didn't think I had anything left, alas my pussy is wet and gets wetter with each morsel of food I see Jane feed Jay. He must've taken something earlier today because he is long and hard and it hasn't been 20 minutes since he came in my mouth. Note to self: check his toiletry bag when we get back to the room.

Jane sees the erect penis as well and puts a cock ring at the base. This is my first indication that Jay and I are going to be here longer than I thought. This food is delicious and Dick is doing a great job feeding me, he must have children. The other man rolls the table away and the other woman straddles Jay's now visibly throbbing dick. She starts off slow, taking her pussy up and down slowly, Jay grabs her ass and squeezes. He is enjoying it; he is moaning and breathing hard. Suddenly I realize I'm not upset, not jealous, not anything but incredibly excited, hot and bothered.

She gets off of him, turns around and mounts again. She is staring straight into my eyes and I'm looking directly back at her. I can't turn away, I don't want to turn away, I have to see this. She speeds up, and Jay is ready to shoot his cum to the moon, but the cock ring won't let him. Just as Jay is reaching his limit, she gets off of him. His head is back, his eyes are closed, his entire body is trembling, except for his dick which perfectly still, glowing with her juice in the candlelight.

I look at Jay, my husband, my best friend, my lover, my all-in-all and see how vulnerable is, I walk over, gently take the cock ring off, open my robe and lower myself onto his massiveness. He immediately raises his head, pulls me close and kisses me deep and hard. With everything that had been done to us and everyone that had done things to us, this was our first time touching each other.

After a few minutes we climaxed together. We gave each other everything we had, all of our love, our dreams, our fears and passions. Jay and I had never been so close, so intimate as we were right then.

Dick and the other guy pull me up and guide me to a chaise lounge. I'm exhausted and it is so comfy. Then the guys help Jay to another chaise, and I watch Jane cover Jay with his robe as he falls asleep in record time.

Yes, it's time to sleep, perchance to relive this fantasy in my dreams...hmmmm

Couple's Massage (part 3)

With my breathing now under control, I open my eyes to see Jay standing over me. He's rubbing my hand and looking into my eyes like he did on our wedding day. I smile back at him, he gently kisses my forehead. I love Jay.

He pulls me up, I sit on the edge of the table and Jane stands between my legs. OMG, she's wearing a strap-on, a big-ass strap-on. She pulls me close and I slide onto it, as I look past Jane to see Jay in his own heaven; the other woman is continuing Jane's blow job. As she begins fucking me, I wrap my legs around her waist and lay back across the table. Dick starts fondling me again. I have another orgasm.

Afterward Jane pulls out and helps me off the table. She turns me around and I bend over it; Dick starts massaging my shoulders and Jay lubricates my asshole. He begins to ever-so-gently enter me; I begin moaning and moving in concert. He leans on top of me and I feel his boobs on my back. Huh??? What the hell??? Oh shit, Jill is fucking me up the ass...the excitement, thrill and pleasure wash over me.

She's breathing on my neck and now Dick is massaging my scalp. This is better than any fantasy. What's going on down there? Someone spread my lips and put a ribbed dildo in my pussy and flipped the fuckin' switch. I'm taking it up the ass and in the pussy, I.can't.believe.this.is.happening.to.me. I'm in 7,777th heaven!

My body experiences an orgasm like none other...I'm trembling, tearing up...my pussy is on fire as my passion runs down my inner thighs...I'm crying, I let out a sound I've never heard and my body goes limp. I can barely stand; it's only the woman behind me who keeps me from slumping to the floor.

Stay tuned.

Couple's Massage (part 2)

Jay and I stare at each other; I'm biting my lip and he is breathing hard. We squeeze the shit out of each other's hands. I can't hold it any longer; Dick's hand is doing things only my rabbit has been able to do and I see Jane going to town on Jay's asshole.

I climax -- arching my back, yelling and the eyes rolling back in my head -- hmmmm. And Jay cums right after me -- letting out his high-pitched little scream.

The only sounds in the room are the dumb new age music and our heavy breathing. Jay and I don't say a mumbling word. What can we say? What would we say? We had just let another man and woman take us where we had only taken each other for the last 3 years.

I had lost track of our masseurs and was a little stunned when I heard them ask us to turn on our backs. We did it, only glancing at each other as we get into position. I reach for Jay's hand and am pleased to find it hanging there, waiting for mine. I turn my head and find him looking at me. He squeezes my hand, flashes a smile and I exhale.

Dick and Jane begin massaging our shoulders. It is wonderful. A sly smile comes over my face as I think Dick can touch me anywhere with those hands...and he has LOL.

Why am I chilly? Oh shit, I didn't even notice there wasn't a sheet over me, and peek over to see Jay doesn't have one covering him either. I could feel my body responding, my nipples got hard, my pussy got wet and a tingle went down my spine. Dick must've noticed my responses as well, he began fondling my breasts. I closed my eyes and enjoyed it.

Oh my god...now Jane is touching my legs, massaging them. Her hands are smaller, strong, yet gentle. She trying to open my legs, I resist. I've never had a woman touch me and what if she wants to do more. She obviously has no problems licking things as she was just rimming Jay.

She uses more strength and I acquiece and exhale. What happens on vacation, stays on vacation. Jane is massaging my pussy and Dick is fondling my breasts; I turn my head and see Jay sitting on the edge of the table, watching me, as Jane sucks the life out of him. If my man is happy, that's all that counts.

Hold the hell up! If Jane is giving Jay head, then who the fuck has just started eating my pussy? I don't even care, this feels...so fucking amazing...what.is.she.doing.to.me?

I glance over, Jay can see the joy in my eyes. He pulls Jane off his dick, comes over and starts kissing me hard and deep. I do more than climax, my body explodes in ecstasy...I convulse, juice shoots out of my pussy, a sound came from deep in my belly and I began to hyper ventilate. Dick began massaging my chest to get my breathing under control.


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Couple's Massage

I can't believe Jay's being an unappreciative prick after I spent $270 for a frickin' couples massage. We've been on this damn island for 2 days and have barely spoken to each other, much less been romantic or amorous. I knew I shouldn't have pre-paid for this.

I did everything but call him a child of God to get him here this afternoon. Did he seriously think I was going to let him cancel at the last minute, and to watch TV? Has he forgotten who he's dealing with?

So, here we are, waiting for our massage therapists, sitting in the lounge, in our robes, in total silence. I should say something, I know he ain't saying shit, and if I don't, it will end up being a waste of money anyway because of the stress and tension. I can be the bigger person.

I reach for his hand and he jumps. I giggle. He gives a slight smile, interlocks our fingers and raising our hands up, kisses the back of my hand. Yes, this is the loving, kind, affectionate man I love. Why does he have to be such a dick sometimes? Stop. Focus on the positive, you initiated and he reciprocated.

Our masseurs arrive, Dick and Jane (seriously, Dick and Jane, I couldn't make that up if I wanted to), to take us to our treatment room. Jane comes to me and Dick goes to him, and before I could say they had it backwards, they made a switch...everyone chuckled. Massage humor, who knew?

Dick and Jane left the room so we could take off our robes and get under the covers of our respective tables. As we lay there face down under the heated blankets, I began thinking about why I had booked a couple's massage in the first place: this would be another experience we could share together; both of us needed to relieve some stress and it is one of my fantasies.

Dick gently knocks and slowly opens the door, as I say come in. I tell him I need extra attention to my neck and shoulders and Jay tells Jane his lower back has been tightening up lately. As the new age music plays softly, Dick slowly begins my massage. Almost simultaneously they ask us if the pressure is okay, and in unison, we say, "Yessssss," and everyone laughs.

What is Jay doing...why is he messing with my blanket? Oh, he's reaching for my hand, here it is baby. Our hands gently fall between us, our fingers interlocked. This is wonderful, spending quiet time with my man, relaxing and just being together.

Uh oh, what's going on? What is Dick doing? He's getting awfully close to my womanly part. It does feel good, oh so good...yes, it feels so good. My body responds to Dick's closeness, I get wet and let out a little moan. Jay squeezes my hand and I squeeze back.

Oh shit, Dick is going for it and I let him...I open my legs a bit wider, he puts one hand between my legs. He is ever so gently massaging my pussy, fingering my clit with one hand and rubbing my ass with the other. What am I doing? My man is in the room, on the table next to me...this isn't good...at all...it feels sooooo good...I can't ask him to stop...I can't make a sound, not a peep...yes, yes, yes...

I can't keep quiet much longer and just as I'm about to give into the pleasure, I hear a deep moan. I look up to find Jay watching me and see Jane rimming him. He is in heaven and I can tell he's ready to explode.

How long has he been watching me?
How long has she been rimming him?
Is he okay with another man touching me?
For that matter, am I okay with another woman touching him?

These and a hundred other questions race through my mind in a nanosecond. I couldn't focus on anything...I was about to cum, and cum hard.


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Quirks & Idiosyncrasies

Are there some things you're reserving for that someone special?
Are there moves only your spouse or significant other will ever see?
Do you have some little quirks or idiosyncrasies that have to be carried out before you fuck?

• Kelly won't let anyone in her ass unless they've dated for at least six months.


• David won't eat a woman's pussy until he's satisfied that no one else is fucking her.


• Sylvia will suck a guy's dick on the first date, but won't rim him until their 15th fucking.


• Diane refuses to fuck unless the man is freshly showered.


• If a woman is on her period, Charles avoids the pussy like the plague.


• Jennifer will suck a dick seven days a week and twice on Sundays, but she won't let a man cum in her mouth.


• Sheila's partners have to give her a golden shower before they have sex.


• Kevin has a foot fetish and HAS to suck a woman's toes to get hard.


• Amanda gets off with her dildo before she has sex.
  

And you??????

"They" say I'm a man

Rather, "they" say I fuck like one.

Having sex is instinctual, as natural as eating when I'm hungry and drinking when I'm thirsty. When did it get all confused with love? When did having sex with someone become equated with loving someone? Love is an emotion and intercourse is the act of procreating.

I have sex when I want to and with whom I want to. Does that make me less of a woman? Does that take away from my intelligence or accomplishments? Does that make me a whore or slut? This is how my sistas get messed, falsely believing if a man has sex with them, he loves them and them alone. Now, this is also my brothas responsibility because they tell untruths to get the pussy.

Men are rewarded for the number of notches on their belt and I'm chastised for mine. Why is there a double standard? Why are men studs and women wanton? Why can't I do what comes natural to every living creature on the planet without fear of societal recrimination? I want a reward for my expertise. If practice makes perfect, then, well you know where I'm going.

I fuck for the pure pleasure of it, not to exert power. Why do women think pussy = power? Why do men think dick = dominance? We are equal partners in providing pleasure to each other, no one greater or lesser than the other.

I remember a girlfriend telling me once, "Men are just using you." And I replied, "No, I'm getting as much pleasure as they are." What's wrong with my way of thinking? Is my thinking askew? If attitude is everything, then mine is fucking fantastic.

I don't fuck like a man. I fuck like Shannon, the wonderfully full-figured, thick lipped, long haired, carmel-colored sista I am.

Blizzard Survival Kit

Let's discuss a Blizzard Survival Kit. When it snows in the DC area, folks lose their fucking minds (literally). They storm [sm. pun intended heehee] grocery, hardware and drug stores, preparing for the worst, which usually doesn't materialize; however, this Winter has required some preparation.

So, what exactly should be in a PChats Blizzard Survival Kit, great question:

• food is a necessity - make sure the dick you suck or pussy you eat can sustain you for a few days...no one wants to be stuck in the house with lackluster oral sex
  

• beverages are a necessity - double check the liquor cabinet for the necessities, vodka, gin, wine, scotch, brandy, etc. and mixers...everyone will need these to get through being stuck in the house together
  

• entertainment is a necessity - make sure you have a couple of new porno flicks or some new erotica...inspiration will soon be needed, trust me
  

• good gear is a necessity - triple check your birth control pills or your condom supply...many October, November and December babies can trace their conception back to storms

• and finally, batteries are a necessity - make sure you have a fresh pack...do I need to say anything else, really
  

Enjoy the blizzard!

Grandma was right

I want to learn from my 2009 mistakes. I wanna make better decisions. I realize I need to employ those lessons Grandma taught me as a child. If I had heeded her Mother Wit more often, I would have saved myself a lot of time, trouble and money. Grandma was right...about everything.

1. Plan for the best and be prepared for the worst. Get showered, shaved and perfumed for a night of fucking, and have your cocktail, music and fresh batteries on hand in case you have to use your ever-ready lover.
   


2. Everything has a place and a place for everything. Put your shit up when you're finished with it. Your parents, children, friends, neighbors, deliverymen and repairmen don't wanna see your dildos, whips, clit pumps, chains, handcuffs, butt plugs, lubricants, blow-up dolls, fucking machines and used condoms.
   


3. If you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all. If s/he can't fuck, chews your pussy, bites your dick or swallows your lips when kissing, appreciate his/her efforts, then get them out of your place and don't invite him back.
   


4. Keep your skirt tail down and panties pulled up. You ain't gotta fuck every dick that crosses in front of or behind you. Do some kegels and give your pussy a rest.
   


5. Haste makes waste. Don't be so quick to drop your panties or unzip your shit. At least get a dinner or movie first.
   


6. Always wear clean underwear. You never know who is gonna see them.
   


7. Think before you speak. Calling out the wrong name can be easily avoided by applying this one tidbit.
   


8. If you lay down with dogs, you'll get up with fleas. You knew s/he was an ass when y'all met, is still an ass and will always be an ass, and you wonder why you're friends don't invite y'all to hang with them anymore.
   


9. All that glitters isn't gold. I ain't seen, fucked, sucked, massaged, licked, kissed a gold dipped one yet. As a BFF put it, "the best dick (pussy) you've ever had is the one you currently gettin'."
   


10. A penny saved is a penny earned. There are two things I don't buy, dick and water...I can get 'em free any day of the week and twice on Sundays.
    

And yes, we know Grandma didn't invent these sayings; however, she repeated them to us all the damn time.

From a FB to a BF in the blink of an eye

We spent a lot of time horizontal. I knew what he liked me do, how he wanted me to do it and where he wanted me to do it. He was a great FB (fuck buddy), there were no complications, no expectations, just good fucking. Then things started to change.

One evening he came over earlier than usual and we talked. We sat in the living room and had a conversation. I was freaking out on the inside! I didn't wanna talk. I knew where that could lead
--> more talking
--> getting to know each other
--> "liking" each other
--> ending with us in a relationship.
I wasn't having it. All I wanted was a steady FB...was that too fucking much to ask!!!!

Needless to say, we kept talking and one night as we humped along, he said it, "yeah baby, this is MY pussy," and he said it over and over. Kiss my ass.

So as not spoil the mood, I asked, "who's dick is it?" and without hesitating, he replied, "its YOUR dick baby." Of course it is.

Shit, once folks start naming and claiming pussy/dick, its all over.

So, during our post-climax pillow talk, my worst fears were realized:

Me.: so we're namin' & claimin' things now?"
Him: yeah
Me: really, so we rollin' like that now? we're gonna do this?
Him: yeah we are

How the hell did that happen? Where had I been during the last four months?

He moved from an FB to a BF and I have no idea how he did it.

Pussy by any other name tastes just as sweet

During some post-cloital pillow talk last week, he and I began joking about the different nomenclatures for my female goodness. This is what we came up with:

1. vagina
2. pussy
3. va-jay-jay
4. kitty kat
5. hot box
6. pononi
7. cunt
8. twat
9. snatch
10. clit
11. muff
12. coochie
13. poontang
14. beaver
15. and my personal favorite, secret garden

Can y'all help us add to the pussy lexicon?

Eating Pussy to Ursula Rucker

Let's just say some of the most wreckless sexual activities I have participated in had Ursula Rucker playing in the background. Now I will let your imagination define "wreckless" but the truth still stands.

When eating Pussy every man needs a soundtrack. Whether that be Crown Royal and his favorite CD blasting or a shot of Patron and the right words from his mate. Mine happens to be a bit of both. A palate of Crown Royal and Ursula Rucker playing in the background of a dimly lit room. Add a humidifier and her in one of my old a-shirts and we are quickly approaching heaven.

My point? Ladies, we men do our best when we are in our zone. Not yours, but ours. When we are in our zone we can elevate you above your zone. Your homework for this weekend is to work to get us men in our zone. Just like doing a good deed, your reward will be countless and ratified...in your vagina.


Dallas Black
http://www.thirtyhood.com

*Note: if U click on the above image u'll get to hear a sample of her Black Erotica! Thanx 4 sharing, Dallas Black ~PChatPartnahs;-)

Random thoughts, questions & suggestions about sex & relationships

1. It is almost 2011, why do some men still refuse to eat pussy and some women still refuse give head? It's past time that everyone got with the program.

2. How do sistas with weaves and fancy hairdos fuck, or even sleep for that matter?

3. Fellas, if you like a lady, why not call her and ask her out? And the same goes for my sistas, why do we play the phone tag game?

4. For health reasons, if you have anal sex and want to go back to vaginal sex, then wash the dick before putting it back in the pussy. Be extremely clear, all orifices are NOT created equal.

5. If I like flowers and tell you I like flowers, then buy me some fucking flowers. It doesn't matter if they're gonna die in a week; I like crab cakes too and those bad boys are gone within 15 minutes of landing on my plate.

6. Conversely, if you're watching the game, I won't disturb you with idle chatter about bullshit; however, if I want some, I'm counting on you to at least position yourself so I can ride while you watch.

7. Don't ever in life ask me how much I weigh and I won't tell you when I'm faking.

8. On that note, my Sistas if you're gonna fake it, you don't have to go overboard. An Oscar winning performance is not necessary. Regretfully most men don't know what an orgasm feels like.

9. EXPLORE, my Brothas, EXPLORE! Sistas have several erogenous zones that you routinely overlook: nape of our necks, small of our backs, etc.

10. If I decide to rim you or stick my finger in your ass, it doesn't mean you're gay. It means you know how to let me please you, so turn your ass over and let me do my thang.

11. Stop asking me to do a fucking 3-some. I'm a woman and I like MEN. I'm not a woman who enjoys other women...PERIOD.

12. When I say talk dirty to me, then I mean open your mouth and tell me something.

13. If I say I wanna go on a "date" or ask you to take me out "someplace nice," that is code for "you need to spend at least $100."

14. I won't mind you hanging with the fellas, as long as you don't mind me hanging with my Sistas.

15. And finally, some words from an old flame "ask me no questions, I'll tell you no lies."

Yes or No: the ADULT version

An adult list...tell the truth folks.
1. You can ONLY answer Yes or No.
2. You are NOT ALLOWED to explain ANYTHING unless someone comments and asks. It will be hard to answer honestly and not explain, which is part of the fun, no?

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Are you a virgin?
Do you give oral sex?
Have you tasted your own juices/cum?
Have you ever kissed someone of your gender?
Have you have ever fucked someone of your gender?
Are you into bondage?
If yes, are you the submissive?
Have you seen your partner’s dick or pussy and changed your mind about fucking them?
Have you fucked in water?
Are you a member of the Mile High Club?
Has a kiss ever been wrong about a partner’s fucking ability?
Are you a loud lover?
Do you enjoy getting spanked? Would you do anything kinky with an animal?
Have you ever fucked during your or your partner’s period?
Have you ever called out someone else’s name during sex?
Are you into anal sex?
Have you ever given or received a golden shower?
Has a partner been better than you expected?
Is there a videotape of you having sex?
Have you ever faked an orgasm?
Do you swallow?
Have you ever told someone they sex was great when it wasn’t?
Have you ever regretted fucking someone?
Have you fucked in every room of your home?
Have you rimmed someone?
Do you suck toes?
Has anyone ever accidentally caught you fucking?
Have you been part of a threesome?
Have you fucked someone whose name you did not know?
Have you ever been paid for sex?
Have you worn handcuffs during sex?
Has anyone ever licked you from top to bottom?
Do you enjoy being choked while fucking?
Have you masturbated in front of your partner?
Has anyone ever eaten food off of your body?
Are you a selfish lover?
Have you fucked someone while you were wearing a blindfold?
Has your wildest sexual fantasy been fulfilled?
Has a partner’s sexual fantasy ever scared you?
Are there just some things you will not do sexually, no matter what?
Do you enjoy having your nipples pinched?
Do you own a fucking machine?
Are you a swinger?
Do you have more sexual experience than your current partner?
Do you wish your current partner was better?
Do you go to strip clubs?
Do you purchase/own/rent porn?
Does size really matter to you?
Do you think the television show “Wife Swap” should be called something else because real swapping is not occurring?

Can there be too much of a good thing?

I was talking with some girlfriends a couple of weeks ago and one of them said her new man was spending too much time eating pussy. A lengthy discussion ensued as to whether there is such a thing as too much oral sex. Of course the question of competence came up and we all agreed that if a brotha doesn't know what he is doing, we immediately ask/tell/shout for him to stop. So with the quality issue being off the table, it came back to quantity.

And I'm bringing it to you, can there be too much of a good thing?

CHASTITY BELTS...YES? NO?

I was over at the Bad Bad Girl checking out her post on chastity belts. Gee, I had no idea people were still interested in chastity belts. Are they relevant? Would you wear one? Would you ask your partner to wear one?

If you are interested here are a few you might like: For Men , More for Men , For Women , More for Women

Sharing Fantasies: Part 2

Here is a link to Sharing Fantasies Part 1

"Hmmm, I like it when you are wet, Kim. I want you to play with your pussy." Marcus removed his black silk boxers as Kim continued to play with her pussy. Fingering her throbbing clit, she moaned as Marcus began stroking his manhood slowly. Both of them groaned in unison as Kim's breathing became heavier. "Are your nipples hard? Keep going baby" Marcus encouraged her. "Mmmmm, yes they are so hard...oh God! That feels so good!" Kim gently inserted two fingers in her wet pussy and asked "Are you stroking your dick, Marcus?" as she spread her legs wider."Yeah Kim, I am stroking my dick imagining its your hands making me feel so good." Kim's hand began moving faster and faster. She whispered "Give it to me! hmmmm...Oh God! I'm going to cum!" Hearing this, his manhood grew firmer as Marcus moved his clenched hand along the smooth chocolate shaft. "Cum for me Kim. Keep going. Keep going! Ohhhh!"

Kim began to feel warmth in her pelvic region and she knew her pent-up release was near. Hearing Marcus moan as he stroked his manhood did something to her and she went wild with passion, as her fingers became a blur, sliding easily in and out of her wetness. Marcus changed position moving onto his back. "Oh yes Kim. Keep going. Cum for me baby. you feel so good. Don't stop!" Kim's pussy pulsated as she reached her climax and her pleasure exploded against her wet sticky fingers."ohh yesss! Yes! Oh my God! ohhhhh!" She exclaimed. Marcus knew he was not far behind as the pressure and intensity of his dick stroking continued. "Baby, I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum!" Hot jets of white thick cum erupted from his aching manhood as he cried out "I'm Cumming, I'm Cumming!" He closed his eyes and kept stroking until the pleasure faded away. Reaching over he grabbed a towel and cleaned off his hand and his still hard dick. He quietly asked, "Kim, are you awake?" He heard only soft gentle breathing accented with soft snores. He smiled as he realized she was asleep. "Goodnight, I guess I put it on you tonight!" he said and hung up his cell phone and pulled the covers up and drifted off to sleep.

© 2005

You know how I roll...

I hate that I love you.
I'm pissed at myself for getting emotionally attached to you.
Most of all, I despise the fact that I will continue to feel violated when I'm with him.

You know how I roll...

he'll never know how each stroke is like a dagger into my pussy
he'll never know how I want to push him off of me & run into the shower, wishing I could wash inside myself
he'll never know that the last man to be inside of me is still inside of me, as well as in my heart, in my mind and in my soul
he'll never know his touch makes me want to recoil because they aren't your hands
he'll never know that when I close my eyes, I pretend it is you kissing me, your tongue probing my mouth
he'll never know that my orgasms come from memories of you
he'll never know how I long to share my bed, my home, my life with you
he'll never know how hard I have to concentrate to keep from yelling out your name
he'll never know the tears I cry at night as he fucks me
he'll never know anymore than I want him to know

...cuz that's how I roll.

My Wish: An Erotic Poem

My Wish

Baby I did not want to wake you when I left so here is my wish.

I wish I could spend just the day with you--
Pleasing you, teasing you, making you feel so good.
I wish we could be naked in bed together early in the morning.
I wish I could have both your nipples in my warm mouth at the same time.
I wish I could run my hands down your back as you lay on top of me
I wish you would tell me how wet you are getting and let me do my thing.
I wish I could make your clit my favorite candy.
I wish I could stick a straw in your wet dripping pussy and have myself a nice long drink of your juices.
I wish to try to make you squirt tonight so I am gonna find that spot.
I wish I could have my face drenched with your tasty juices.
Oh baby you taste so good!

but anyway back to my Wish....
I wish I wish I could take some honey and drizzle it gently between your legs.
I wish I could use my fingers and mix the honey with flowing juices.
I wish I could use my tongue to lick the honey/pussy juice mixture and your throbbing clit.
I wish I could feel you having a mind blowing orgasm against my wild and wicked tongue.
I wish to make you feel that good at least nine more times.

I hope reading this arouses you. But Damn If you are aroused that means your sweet juices are soaking your underwear(if you are wearing any now) and not my tongue.

I wish you were sitting my face while you read this.....

© Gkrew April 2009