We Can't Be (Just) Friends

I challenge every lady who reads this to text their male friends the following:
"Be honest . . . if I let you . . . would you fuck me?"

Let us know what the results are.

FB to a BF in the blink of an eye (Pt. 2)

In December I posted how he had gone from FB to BF in the blink of an eye, well that isn't all...just as seemlessly, he went from BF to being someone I truly care for...WTF!?!?

FUCK!
FUCK!
FUCK!

We had nights when we slept together and actually slept.
We had nights when we cuddled and I don't frickin' cuddle.
We had nights when we talked, shared and had real intimacy.
We were burgeoning on a real relationship...we began spending time vertically, with friends and out of the house.

Just as we were about to do this thing...for real...the rug got pulled from under us. He had to move 500 miles away for a job. And this is when it hit me, I really care for this man, and I want him in my life.

The sex was off-the-chain. His dick and my pussy just matched. He wasn't too big or too small; he had the right rhythm and he liked different positions. He enjoyed my orgasms more than his own, and he liked watching and assisting me with my toys.

He is a renaissance man. He has a master's degree in software engineering; he is an award winning restaurant manager and chef and he is a gifted musician and song writer. He dug the fact I'm a ballroom dancer, and he's truly turned-on with my knowledge of football.

He is fun. He likes to drink, party, hang out and chill at home. He enjoys listening to classical music and bumping & grinding to Ludacris. He has a nice sense of humor and laughs at my silliness. He is easy-going and gets along with my friends.

FUCK!
FUCK!
FUCK!

I miss him, and the good news is, he misses me. I'm not on this cliff alone.

I have no fucking clue how this happened...we were just supposed to be FBs.

ALL THE TIME...

The way that man makes love to me, I feel like I am the only woman on the planet.

He is deliberate and aggressive. It is illicit and downright nasty. He brings me to my knees and I like it...shit I love it. I love his desire for me...the hunger, the fire. I can barely think, all I can do is surrender and moan and call out his name almost begging. He does not want a beggar, he simply wants pleasure. I bend to his every touch, stroke, whisper. I am suspended in a place of twilight and reality.

He knows how to touch me...take me...and bring me back down.

I ache for him in ways that scares me. I go through my day with the memory of the last encounter playing in my mind. Oh baby it was so good, so so good soooo GOOD! I am more alive than I can ever remember. In his arms I am a vixen, seductress, Queen. I am shameless in my desire for his touch and taste.

There are moments when I am laying with him and the sound of his breathing arouses me and I want him again and again and again.

There is no end to this passion. I want him all the time.

All the fucking time.

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."

Mother Nature's Handywork

Even nature knows how to get it done!

Undressing Me Part 2

After undressing me in the living room
we take the action to the bedroom
I am naked but you are not
I look at you and think to myself "Damn, she is hot!"


To the queen-sized bed is where I lead you
The bedroom set you chose is a nice dark blue.
I pick you up and gently place you on the bed
I see you are wearing my favorite color lingerie set: red


"Lets get it on, my sweet" I say
"by the way, did I ask you how was your day?
"My day was fine. I was missing you" is your reply
I smile and say "So was I"


Quick as a flash I undo your robe
and hit the switch for the strobe
light I had mounted just last week
Yes I know am a freak.
"tonight", I say, "I am going to please
instead of tease"


You smile and lay on the bed, robe undone
I join you and say "lets become one"
Our lips passionately meet
you taste so sweet
My fingers trail their way down
your chocolate skin
to the crest of your hardened right nipple
you moan with pleasure as I caress it
I move my hand to the other breast
and give it the same treatment


you spread your legs then tell me to get on top
you kiss me and murmur "Oh Baby, Don't stop"
I say "I don't plan to or want to stop pleasing you"
"you know I love you right boo?"
Pulses and minds racing, we continue the foreplay
This needs another chapter won't you say?



Undressing me Part 1

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?

Undressing Me Part 1

Wearing nothing but a robe and a smile, you greet me
at the door,
Your glistening white smile rocks me to my core.
As I lean in for our usual kiss I smell your breath
Your breath, is so minty clean and fresh.

"Hi Baby" I manage to breathe
as you continue to gently kiss me.
I take off my shoes not breaking the kiss.
I think to myself "Damn, I don't wanna spoil this."

Into the middle of the room we move, you and I
You say "I want to undress you Baby, may I?"
I have no objection to your question and
I quickly nod yes as we break our embrace.

You undo my orange blue and white tie and drop it on
the floor.
"That blue suit jacket, I will take off" you declare
as you do just that.
My white shirt is next as your hands quickly unbutton
the small buttons
Excitedly you roll the shirt off my shoulders and drop
it to the floor.
By the look in your eyes I could tell you want more.

"This white undershirt has got to go too" you say out
loud as you raise my arms over my head
my skin burns as your cool hands touch me
"I've always had the hots for you" I say in my mind
Boldly you caress my arms and chest
laughing you say "Now darling, its time for the rest."

Calmly I stand there as you continue to undress me and
explore my body like you have never done before.
Unbuckling my belt and undoing the buttons is your
next task.
Slowly you slide down the zipper of my blue dress
pants and ease my pants down.
I step out the pants and over to the side,
Only my boxers remain and the socks on my feet.

I look into your eyes as you boldy explore me with
both hands,
You look up at my soft brown eyes and see the desire
and anticipation simmering within
We both smile as your hands pull the silk from my skin
and joins the rest of my clothes on the floor.
Naked and calm, I stand before you with my manhood
erect and proud.

"Why,why are you so calm?" You demand
Smiling my devilish smile as I take you by the hand
and lead you to the bedroom.
"Baby", I ask "Did you think I was going to sweat? No,
No my sweet not yet."

To vibrate or not to vibrate that is the question

This is an IM chat I had with a friend of mine last week:

Me: while penetration is good, it's only part of sexual experience for most women

Him: most?

Me: there's foreplay, feeling a man on you, cuddling, the smell/touch/taste of a man

Him: oh okay

Me: yes, I know several woman who don't climax during penetration, do so during oral or anal sex

Him: i have never met a woman who didnt climax from vaginal sex.
i heard they're out there
my heart goes out to them

Me: yes, they are, I know white & Black women who don't get it vaginally

Him: it's mental
the key is unlocking it
which starts way before u get down sexually

Me: true, once I learned that, it was on

Him: there are instances where u can just bang the bottom outta dem drawz
but it truly is a mental affair

Me: yes, that would be on way of putting it LOL
B4 I invested in my vibrator collection, I used to be able to climax w/o touching myself
I remember talking to frnd & she was amazed by that, it seemed normal to me

Him: how do u do that?

Me: I've always found touching myself to be distracting if I'm alone
arms aren't long enuff LOL

Him: and here i am thinking i helped.
u dont need me(n)
or any man

Me: like I said, "BEFORE"

Him: damn vibrator "collection"

Me: now, I'm spoiled, need vibrator

Him: i've destroyed many a vibrator in my day.

Me: "and here i am thinking i helped. u dont need me(n)" I always want/need you
Y so violent, Y destroy??????????
is that really necessary

Him: they didnt belong
i loathe them
they create a false sense of reality
i once had an "adult toy store" for a client

Me: LOL

Him: and the owner broke down the whole physiological aspect of "vibrators" specifically

Me: it ain't that deep

Him: and how they infiltrate the mental harmony that control pleasures

Me: "infiltrate"

Him: i knew women who wanted to incorporate it into lovemaking. "it'll be fun"
no, me inside u will be fun.
me inside u will be magic
me + vibrator is overkill.
some things are just meant 2 be analog

Me: yes, this is one area where "IRL" is 99% always better

Brothas, do you share his feelings about vibrators?
Sistas, have you encountered similar situations/opinions?

She could and she did

As the adage goes, those who can, do, and those who can't, teach (or something like that LOL). And when it came to sex, she could and she did.

She could fuck everyday and every night.
She could deep throat.
She could swallow.
She could take it up the ass like a porn star.
She could take it hard & fast.
She could take it slow & easy.
She could give and take pain.
She could cum from clitoral stimulation and vaginal penetration.
She could have damn near anything smooth & cylindrical stuck in her pussy and enjoy it.
She could take two guys at once.
She could masturbate to the memories of her experiences, fantasies were not needed.
She could lick her man's fingers clean, enjoying the taste of herself.
She could kiss for hours, licking, sucking, nibbling on her man's lips & tongue.
She could make all of her man's fantasies come true.

Needless to say, she didn't have much time to teach.

Sex by any other name...

How many ways are there to say it?

1. make love
2. have intercourse
   
3. fuck
4. hit it
5. boink
6. consummate
   
7. pork
8. hook up
9. have sex
10. break off a piece
11. doin' it; doin' the deed; doin' the nasty
    
12. close the deal
13. have relations
14. "it"
15. you know

Did I forget some? What do you call it?

Bad Sex

I had bad sex this morning, and I don't mean the kind where bad equates to good, I mean bad as in sucks-ass.

As some of you know, its been a minute (or 2 or 3) since I've had any. Even my birthday sex (Nov. 8th) left a lot to be desired because the asshole forgot to bring condoms (responsibility is for another post). Since then, its been me and my vibrators gettin' busy, which is fine as it gets the job done.

Last week I received a text message from an ex saying he wanted some pussy and I said sure. Our schedules finally synced and he came over this morning. Let me say here, our sex life was never lacking for creativity, spontaneity, passion, etc., he's an ex because he has FIVE children and FOUR babies mamas (that drama is for another post as well).

Back to this morning, he arrives and I'm ready. Teeth brushed, hair combed, everything is clean and I'm sooooo horny I can barely stand it. We get upstairs and get under the covers. He begins with the frickin' small talk, his son this, his daughter that, his job, and more yada, yada, yada. Eventually I begin kissing him so we can get started. The foreplay is going along, suck here, nibble there, caress/squeeze everywhere and I'm wet and ready for kick-off, enough of the pre-game show.

He puts on the condom, gets on top & in me, takes 10 strokes, LITERALLY, 10 strokes then he cums. I was just getting my rhythm and he's fucking done. Quickies aren't usually a problem for me, I can get my mind where it needs to be and orgasm pretty fast; however, this goes in the damn Guinness Book of quickies. I was so pissed-off I could barely see straight. I went up one side of his lame ass and down the other, calling him everything I could think of and even making up some new stuff. His response, "Sorry, it's been a while AND you were so wet, I couldn't help it."

What the fuck!?!

So, this is for the gentlemen, have you ever been so excited, aroused, turned-on, horny, whateva, that you couldn't wait 10 damn minutes for your partner to get close to gettin' hers as well? I don't mean stroking for hour, but can't you give us a few minutes to at least get comfortable? Shit, why can't y'all control yourselves?

Epilogue: We won't be seeing each other any more.

Making Love or Fucking

A couple of days ago, I posted a poll and a tangent conversation began in the comments on the difference between making love and fucking. Nicki Nicki Tembo suggested, "fucking and making love is like the square/rectangle analogy. A square being a rectangle but a rectangle isn't a square. Making love is fucking but all fucking ain't making love." This is a good answer; it required me to think and I agree with it to an extent.

They are the same physically -- using the strictest definition of heterosexual co-mingling -- dick + pussy = sex, making love, fucking, banging, hittin' it, layin' da pipe, etc. Thus, if they are the same physically, then the difference is either mental or emotional. Ergo, whatever our perceptions of ourselves, our partner or our relationship at the time of the deed allows us to determine whether we are making love or fucking.

Agree, disagree....

I want to have sex

I want to have sex...

with a man,
a tall, intelligent, humorous, kind, well-spoken man

in a bed,
that has been freshly made with a new set of 600-count Egyptian cotton sheets

on a cold day,
in front of a roaring and crackling fireplace

when the rain is beating against the window,
to the beat of our hearts

while listening to soulful, sultry sounds.
and having him whisper naughty things in my ear

No need to say anymore on the subject.

Holiday Sex

When I was in a relationship, or at least fucking someone on a regular, it was a-given that we would have holiday sex. What is holiday sex? For some it is the wonderful conclusion to a day of celebrating and sharing. Whether or not it is better than non-holiday sex is up for debate; however, holiday sex is a-given, almost obligatory in relationships.

Traditional Fucking Holidays:

New Year's Eve - bringing in the new year with a bang, even if you would prefer it be an out with the old and in the new kind of year

Valentine's Day - though not an official holiday, it is the official fuck day

St. Patrick's Day - again, not an official holiday, it's the official drinking day & sex is a by-product

Memorial Day - it's a 3-day weekend, of course there's gonna be sex

Independence Day - the grilling, fireworks and patriotism, etc. is a strange and intoxicating aphrodisiac

Labor Day - again, the 3-day weekend rule

Columbus Day - the 3-day weekend rule is applicable here as well

Halloween - like St. Patrick's Day, it is not an official holiday; however, adults get to indulge our costume and dress-up fantasies, while drinking and partying, thus fucking is a by-product

Veterans Day - if you or your significant other have returned home from combat, it is one hellava fuck day, for the rest of us...not so much a celebrated one

Thanksgiving Day - after all the cooking, eating, drinking, family and stress, a good fuck is the only thing left on the menu, especially if you are thankful for the person you are with

Christmas Eve/Day - this is the holiday of sharing and giving, so going that extra mile for your partner is warranted

There are also other special days, birthdays, anniversaries and Superbowl Sunday, in which fucking is an implied beginning or end to the day. Let me add to the list, election night 2008 sex, for many, may have been better than Christmas sex, and Inauguration 2009 sex, which has the potential to move to holiday status.

Do y'all have other special, obligatory or anticipated sex days?