Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Kiss me, you fool!

~blowing kisses~

This blog came to mind because a few friends of mine and I, go back and forth about which is the most dangerous AND intimate between oral sex and kissing.

I've always thought that oral was the worse of the two. I don't know where someone's genitals have been, right? Yet, I guess on the same could wonder where someone's mouth has been. The mouth contains SO many germs and bacteria that are breeding grounds for some NASTINESS!...So that presents a conundrum. You have on one hand a dirty mouth...and then you have a dirty...well...ass. LOL

In my head...I think of the urine residues left from malfunctioned shaking after peeing. LOL I think of the possible moisture levels caused by tight clothing that perpetuate infection and odor. So, to bend down and place lips on a potentially unclean member makes my OCD shiver. LOL

THEN, you have the mouth. People who may not take kindly to a toothbrush or mouthwash. Folks who may have more going on inside their pie holes than some people's assholes. Dental hygiene gone amok...leaving bleeding and receding gums (which could definitely make for easy transmission of the HIV virus.)

Here are a couple of links explaining the adversities of KISSING and ORAL. Tell me what you think, and if you're a kisser or have an oral fetish...

Me? Well...kiss me you fool! ;)

Kissing lips Sparkling Pictures, Images and Photos

Sunday, April 18, 2010

Running Errands Pt. 3: The Unexpected

His pounding into my piece is like a rhythmic lulling...much like that of the tamping of a paved street. You ever hear the "men at work" on the road and the loud *thump thump* as they're making the new pavement level by packing it tightly into the ground? THAT is the sound. Tunnel sounds of thumping is what I hear as my face is pressed to the bed with me zoning out in a passionate lift off. The way this man's dick feels sliding in and out...taking up all the space between my thighs...bringing skin to raised chills, nipples to ultimate hardness...fingers moving involuntarily looking for something to claw. When I ride this dick of mine...which is his but mine...I swear I go off into some ethereal place of ecstasy. I know he's watching me, when I'm rising and falling onto him with my hippy grind. I know he sees how I go off into feeling my own breasts, neck, stomach, pelvis, ass,  thighs...all feverishly...going back and forth between pulling my own hair and biting my lip, squealing with...with....OH DAAAYUM...oooooooh shit!! ~I shake for 2 minutes straight while holding him where he lays~ FUCK! This man is not real. He can't be. And then I open my his smile. He is shaking his head in awe of this goodness we share. I know when he's seeing my satisfied glory...he is as sprung as I am.

Unfortunately...those moments grew fewer and further apart. Between his hectic night job as armed security at a federal financial depository and my job, child, life, everyone else needing me for THEIR life...we rarely see each other anymore. He's been doing extra shifts to expedite his way into home, I can't be mad. He's about it...and that's a great thing. One day, he'll want to settle down with someone and having a home puts him miles ahead of the game of life.Yes...I do get that we're just fucking. I've fallen for him...but it's my sex he loves. For two months of sex in between life...he's made it clear through action, inaction and omission that he's loving me for the convenient...albeit SPLENDID sex we're having. I'm okay with it, long as he keeps "rocking that thing like..." we can keep duetting.

~his tone bellows~

"I'm a...slaaaaaave 4 u. I can't deny it...I'm not tryna hide it..."

"Hey you...what's up?" [He booms in sounding like my all] "I'm good baby...missing you. When can I see you? It's been a few days and you know how your pleasure gets when you go missing..." Damn! ...You ever KNOW some shit is sorta corny...but it makes you moist ANY way? "Well, I'm always ready for you. It's YOU with your toy cop adventures who goes missing in action!" We both laugh. He thinks I'm funny as hell...I be meaning that shit. He jabbed back with a few wisecracks and said, "So, I'll see you in a few?" As soon as I opened my mouth to say yes, I remembered that I promised to co-host a jewelry party for my cousin. If I backed out on Mikki ONE more time...she'd fight me. I had to decline Aqueel's request. When I told him what I had to do he just sighed. "Damn, Royal...I can't take it anymore. I swear, it's like you are ALWAYS doing something. If it's not that...I'm working." I knew he was telling the truth...but, a part of me was pissed. I mean, those days I had NOTHING to do...he was SO tired from work, or had errands of his own to run. I wasn't the only person uber-busy! I decided not to let him drag me into a manipulated argument engineered to end the "relations" we'd been having. He probably found a chick whose schedule didn't clash with his fine. I gave him what he wanted. "Well, since that's the way you see be it. No need in us continuing in this dance of "when and where". I had a lot of fun, but clearly it's not working for EITHER of us." I said as I hung up. Britney sang her ass off for an hour or more, until I put my phone on vibrate. I knew he wouldn't come over, because he never wanted to potentially bump into Monty on his way in or out from getting Anya. I went to bed horny and fingering myself to visuals of Aqueel's dick dangling in front of me to indulge upon.

A week went word from him or I to each other. Meanwhile, I'd become fast lovers with a piece of reliable dick I'd purchased at a pleasure party a while ago. Between that and rubbing my thighs together cricket-style...cumming while sitting at my desk while looking at pics of him eating my peach...I had lost it. Pride is a BITCH...and she's a ton, lazy as fuck and sitting on my chest. My brother came to my job one day to pass off my niece and nephews on my way home...and peeped my distress. "Twin...what the fuck? You like tired as hell. You aight?" I waved him off and said, "Please...just a little over-worked. I have a LOT of paperwork on my desk courtesy of the "pass the buck" system. I'll be fine." I lied. Ryan looked at me and said loud enough for only he and I to hear, "You need some, sis..." and laughed. He walked away cackling at me...but the shit was APPARENT. I needed to be handled. I needed Aqueel to hold me down forcibly while plowing into me...reining my bucks with my ponytail. That was IT. My pride was getting the heave ho...TONIGHT! 

I had my niece and nephews, plus Anya and was trying to figure out how to one...get up the nerve to tuck my tail between my legs. TWO, arrange a meeting...and lastly, duck out on a house full of kids.

I sucked it up and went to dial Queel. I dialed and got a "network is busy" signal...then a thunder clap (my message alert). I listened to the voice mail and there he was. Calling me as I was calling him. I got excited. He must've missed me too. I listened to his voice mail and he said, "I love you, Royal..." I held my heart in awe and fear. Wow, was all I could think of. WELL...if I didn't jump into the shower and get dressed at record speed...jail me. I called my oldest niece, Chayse and asked her to come sit with her cousins for a while. She was 17, but she was mature and responsible. The second she entered the door...I breezed by in an invisible gale. I got in my car and drove the 20 or so minutes to Aqueel's house and pulled up. No sooner than I'd knocked...had he answered. He swung the door open, snatched me in and kissed me...

Up against the wall with my hands above my head...naked. His face...planted between my lower lips with my legs on his shoulders. Long laps off my pussy is making his dick grow. [suck] [kiss] [slurp] [hum] His face becoming one with my peach. My hands find his head and bob it back and forth for him. He feels my body ripple starting at my torso and ending with my toes spread far apart. When he lets me down...he turns me around and enters me from behind. I'm proven by the juices running down my legs. Aqueel's strokes lift me to my toes and causes his back muscles to flex and his ass to clench. My breasts are his handles as he and I are rising and falling. "Oh shit...fuck me baby...fuck me...harder....mmm....Queel..." I say. "Yessss....beg for that dick..." he says. We came together...a quivering mass. Bodies limp from satisfaction and Wow. I love this man. We ended up making more of that "love". Everywhere we could. I called Chayse to make sure things were good and promised I'd be home first thing in the morning. To say that I was sore by morning is light speak. Pussy raw from the fuck. Nipples sore from sucking. Back sore from being contorted...jaws sore from sucking HIM...what a sleeping pill.

When morning came...I heard voices. I put on his t-shirt and walked out of his bedroom and into the living room. There...sat fate disguised as hate. Life garbed in karma. Love unveiled as a game...

There sat, Monty. On the other chair, sat Aqueel. On the floor...fell my face."What in the fuck is THIS? Why are you here, Monty? You've gone too far. You're stalking me and my man?" Aqueel shook his head as Monty laughed boastfully. Monty said, "Nah, baby...I'm not stalking shit. And ya man? ...well...this is my COUSIN...and he did me a solid." I said, "COUSIN? What?" That's when Aqueel chimed in and said, "Damn, her pussy so good couz...I ain't sure I wanna do this...but fam is fam." He looked at me with my mouth open and tears of rage forming in my eyes. "My cousin said you needed to learn your lesson...that you was a bitch who needed to be brought down a few notches. So, you just caught karma in the ass...literally. And...maybe...if you act right...I'll let you sniff this dick...if that'll keep you sane."

[The night I handled Monty's ass for the way he'd been using our child as a tracker...he phoned his cousin, Aqueel up and asked him for this favor. Aqueel being on a dry spell himself...agreed. He'd never met me, but Monty's description of me had his interest piqued. Monty and Aqueel followed me around that day and decided the library was a good place for Aqueel to spring his mack on me. MOTHAFUCKAS!]

I flew into a rage...I began throwing shit at the both of them. Cursing and crying at Monty and Aqueel...asking how they could do this to me. How Monty could do this to his own child's mother. I was angry beyond words and tantrums. In the middle of it all...Aqueel had scooped me up and brought me back to his room. He said as quietly as possible, "Put your clothes need to go, Royal..." I did as he said. I knew nothing else to do. I was too weak to fight anymore. I don't even know what just happened...or why I deserved it.  I sniffled and sobbed as I got dressed. When I was done. I looked at him and left. I walked past Monty's weak ass without a word.

When I got home...Chayse and the kids were up. One by two...the kids left, leaving Anya and I alone. When everyone was gone...and Anya took a nap...I cried. I knew I'd probably hurt Monty's feelings the last time we were together...but, for him to do what he did was unspeakable and unforgivable. 

Monty came by a week later to get his daughter...and all I said to him was, "Have her home on time". He didn't know what to make of my attitude. He'd always get just a few sentences from me from that point forward. A year being..."Thanks for introducing Aqueel and I...if it weren't for you we wouldn't be married..."

He's still in need of a sniff...and I'm still a bad bitch...

Friday, April 9, 2010

Running Errands Pt. 2: The Fever

Ever since meeting Aqueel...I've been preoccupied. That first night was epic. I've never been under the spell of ANY man. I've always led the way in the bedroom...but this dude was crazy with his sex. He needed to be careful. A woman could lose her mind over some dick like his. Shit, I'm sitting here balancing my checkbook and the only thing I'm counting is his strokes. A month or more of this man's sex was changing a bitch's life.

My cell rang the tone I made for him...Britney's "Slave 4 U", because "good lawd breezes and SKIES" that man had me feenin'. I stumbled over the buttons trying to answer before the ring tone got louder possibly waking Anya before 7am. "Hello!" I said all sprung. *geez, get a grip Royal*  His sexy ass tone replied, "Hey Lush..." (short for Luscious) " coming to see me today?" I had SO much to do. Anya had a piano lesson and we had to shop for her little friend's birthday bash that night, which included theme pajamas with Dora on them. She HAD like 3 pair, but admittedly...they were a little "young" on her and I didn't want her going to the sleep over looking crazy. I ALSO somehow allowed my mother to talk me into taking HER car to the Lube-Mart for an oil change. I was WAY overbooked...but, this dick was something to be penned in...even if some other shit had to be crossed out. "Yes, Queel...I will be seeing you later." I decided then, that I'd have to really fit him in. me...was a must. I promised him that I'd make it...regardless of prior commitments.

"Mommy, I want the Tinkerbells...these are cuter..." Anya whined pulling on my dress. I hated it. She was 7...too old for that shit. "NO...and quit whining. The party's theme for the 50-11th time Anya DORA. D-D-D-D-D-DORA!!!" I said snapping. The lady next to me chuckled and I laughed, too. Normally, I'd think...what the fuck is SHE laughing at?...but, Aqueel's treatment of my body had me skipping and humming show tunes. I was a happy heffa. Anya sulked, but I was too content to allow it to get to me. So, I just said, "Come on...I'll get you both...". 

We checked out and left. I dropped her at her piano lesson and skirted over to mom's. She had Ryan's kids over and clearly needed relief...but, hey...I was here for the car and that's it. I'd get to my dick date no matter WHAT not letting a soul get in the mom was on her own once the car was finished...or so I thought. No sooner than the car's oil had been checked and changed...the mechanic found another problem. I called mom and told her...and of course...she begged me to sit there through the fixing. ANOTHER damn hour...maybe even TWO. I hit Aqueel's number and pressed send. I was a ball of frustration by then. "Aw...don't worry about it baby. Tonight is, we can meet up Monday..." Queel began. "NO...hell no. That's two WHOLE...LONG days Mr.! I can't wait that long." I moaned. I was feenin' off this dude. I needed him to iron out my body's kinks. I knew he had to work, but Monday was way too long. I'd already missed him the night before. I'd fuck around and shrivel. My pussy was salivating at the sound of his voice and my next suggestion came flying out. "Come the Lube-Mart. Let me at least suck your dick baby..." OMG...I'm beginning to sound like a crackhead. This man has got to be giggling to himself at the sound of my begging. I've never felt this desperate before. SAVE ME, someone. "Wow, damn Royal. This shit is turning me on. My dick is stiff as fuck right now..." he said. He told me to give him 10 minutes and he'd be there. I figured...I'd just hop in his truck and he'd take me somewhere deserted. As soon as he pulled up...I got in. He said, "Where you wanna go? How long do you have?" I said, "Drive...go down the boulevard...we'll think of something..." He was looking at me and the road as he shook his head. I caught him smiling to himself and asked, "What's so funny?" He said almost full-on laughing, "YOU...look at you...shaking your leg, tapping your smoking that shit and I don't know?" I felt so stupid. I looked at his face and he really thought I was funny. I got turned off. I got angry. I said, "You know what? fuck you...take me back to Lube-Mart. You're over here laughing at me and I'm some desperate bitch. *thinking that DAMNIT ARE!* I got louder and said, "TAKE ME BACK!!!" Aqueel's demeanor changed and he said, "Whoooa...hold up. Who you yelling at?" ...then he pulls over to the side of the boulevard near the edge of town. "Quit acting crazy, Royal...I was only kidding." he said to me in a calmer tone. I was frustrated by then and out of nowhere...came tears. TEARS! I don't cry. I'm a fucking GEE! ~sniffles escape~ I feel like Anya having a fit. 

He gets out of the car, comes around to my side, opens the door and says, "Com'ere..." He extends his hand to mine to help me out of the truck. He kisses me longingly while caressing my face and running his hand through my loose curls. He whispers, "Stop tripping woman...I'm as desperate to be with you as you are to be with me...aight?" Well, damnit...if the idea of a round of super sex wasn't enough to melt me...his deep tones drenched in heated breath of apple-scented gum..did. He looked around quickly as cars whizzed by. He figured that with the girth of the truck hiding us, he could give me a little PDA. He knew that he didn't have time to do much, so he moved fast. This could get us arrested with the in broad daylight? Naked and cuffed was nice...but not on the way to the city jail. So...down to his knees he went lifting my flowy dress and finding no barrier. He lifted a leg and gave my peach a sweet hello kiss. Long and with tongue...he moaned as he kissed her like he'd kissed my lips. He then unzipped his pants, pulled out my pleasure, turned me around and entered with a splash of my dew on his dick. I clung to the center console between the front seats like I was being he rocked his truck side to side. He gave me LONG strokes...deep, with swirls of wall-quaking sensations. I couldn't breathe. I gasped in willowy exhales, "Ughh...Queel...uugh, Aaaaah...oooooh daddy..." as he increased speed. Slow and long, turned into quick and deep as I released a gush of my moisture onto him and down my leg. Within moments, my peach had spit a juicy froth in a succession of orgasms that made my ankles give out. If it weren't for his dick inside of me holding me up I may have buckled and fallen. He raised my dress all the way, massaging my ass back to steadiness...then kissing my back and exiting soaked from head to zipper. We looked both ways down the boulevard, hoping no one saw. Wipes were passed around, a kiss was exchanged...and on our way we went. He let me out at the Lube-Mart and promised to call me later. As he sped off...I said aloud to no one..."I think I love this mothafucka..."

Saturday, April 3, 2010

Running Errands: The Meeting

I hate shopping! Running errands really makes my ass itch. Every time I have to go out to the store, gas station, post office...I become immediately disgruntled. I'm probably that woman that pushes in the lines and huffs every other second at the line's stagnancy. I've definitely had more than a few arguments in a line. I guess it's the nature of an impatient Libra. I have NO time for slow people, idiots or inefficiency.

*parking car in library parking lot*

I can't believe my brother has ME returning his books...I can't believe I AGREED to this shit. I guess, it's "twin love"...we've always done this exchange dance, where I'll get hungry... and he'll call and ask what I want from the Licken Chicken. Or he'll need to return some books...and I'll say, "Yea, Ryan...I need to go to the library to use the printer..." and he'll jump in with, "Oh snap...Royal...return my books?" *insert evil twin glare*. So, since he's always doing things for me and I him...I try not to complain, but I'm REALLY annoyed today. My daughter's father pissed me off with some more shenanigans. It's not what you'd think, either. He takes GREAT care of Anya...but, he cares WAY too much about what "I" do. Using my child as a built-in LoJack for my whereabouts and activity is a sure way to make me act ignorant...and that I did, just last night. I called his ass over while Anya was with my brother and his son...and wore Monty's ass OUT.

~the night before~

"Ugggh oooooh shit...aaaah damn...FUCK you!" I could be heard saying through walls several apartments down. I was slamming up and down on Monty's dick like it still belonged to me. Montague's dick always PERFECTLY fit my pussy. Hitting walls and bottoms and creating shakes that made you want to know if I was transitioning into another lifeform. I was talking shit, too! " THIS what you want? You been waiting to fuck this for LOVE this wet pussy don't you? You miss it?" I say, as I grind and bounce and rotate and fuck his ass like he been lusting for...for what? 4 years since we broke up? He was whipped then...and he's whipped RIGHT now. "Oh FUCK Royal...your pussy is so good baby...oh shit...why you doing this to me? Ooooooh shit....UUUUUGGGGGH!" as he busted what had to be 3 nuts in one all up in his former home. I had invited him over and fucked his head up from the DOOR.

*ding dong*

"Coming..." as I giggled sinisterly on the way to the door. I STRAIGHT yanked the door open and stood there. "What in the FUCK...Royal...why aren't you dressed?" he asked...not really disappointed. I stood there naked as for the spiked shiny red stilettoes and diamond "R" I was wearing. "What? You don't want it?" I walked away sashaying my plump ass toward the living room. Monty closed the door and followed me. His eyes glued to the phat shaking in his line of sight. "Come on, Royal...I didn't come here for this..." he tried to say with a straight face and a formerly limp dick. I turned around and faced him...standing legs gapped apart, my heels creating calves of sculpted delish. "You sure? Because...when you use our daughter to relay your messages, keep track of my dates, and report to you who I see...I kinda think you're missing my pussy a WHOLE lot!" I said as I stood there stroking my pussy with one hand and my collar bone with the other. He tried to back track...he'd been busted. He'd tried to hush my baby with candy and dolls...but, Anya tells mama EVERYTHING. "Nah, I didn't...I just asked her how you were..."  "That is a LAME reply...but, seeing that my dick is at full're not thinking straight anymore. Come eat my pussy. I know that's what you want. So come lap mama's milk..." I said with a straight face and a hand full of my creaminess. He couldn't take it anymore...he started undressing where he stood...walked over to me, pushed me onto the sofa and ate until his ass was full, my cum had covered his face and his dick was too hard not to fuck. He'd entered first with my legs over his shoulders...pounding that 9 incher into me...showing me how he missed me. He'd turned me over and fucked me while I lay flat on my tummy which just served to put HIM in control. I finally took over and made those knees weak and that ass cum at my will. I then, got up...naked still and smoked a cigar while I told him this..."That was a final fuck. You've been needing that for a minute. Stop using Anya to spy on me. If you want to know what I'm up to...ask...and maybe I'll tell you. If you ask nicely...maybe, I'll let you smell this shit once in a while...if it'll keep you sane." He got mad...grabbed his shit, got dressed, said "FUCK YOU ROYAL!" and left. Mmmm, that shit was good. I'm a bad bitch.

So, here I was...returning some books for Ryan in the library...during after school hours. If the line I'm in doesn't piss me off...surely these high school assholes will. I do NOT remember being this annoying and rude at their age...oh damn. I feel like I'm 70 the way I think. I know for SURE, that even in my size 16 thickness...I wipe the floor with these high school chicks at the age of 32. I see some of these young Similac babies staring at my ass from the side. NO,'ve got to be "THIS" old to ride this ride.

"Hi, may I help you?" the pretty older lady says. She's not your average librarian. She's rocking what can only be described as a spiky Halle Berry cut with CUTE tortoise-shell rimmed glasses and some elongated heart earrings I could seriously snatch off her ears and run with. I give her the books and she tallies up the cost...which throws me off. This fool said they weren't late. Ms. Sassy Librarian says, "Ok, suga...that'll be $13.85 for the 3 books. These two *holding them up* are 2 weeks late...and this one, is one week late." "WOW...I'm gonna kick Ryan's ass!" I say, without really meaning to. The librarian and a few other line denizens eyed me sideways...but, I just paid the fine and left. Walking too rushedly...I dropped my phone and said, "SHIT! If I drop this shit one more time..." As I was picking it back up and standing straight again...I bumped my head right onto a man's elbow. "FUCK...what the hell? Watch where you're going!!" I yelled. When I saw him, GOT and DAMN formed to the tip of my tongue piercing and stopped short before verbalization. This man was out of this world SCRUMPTIOUS! I started to kneel back down and unbuckle his pants......*ahem*......anyway. He was gorgeous. He said, "Oh no...I'm so sorry. Did I hurt you?" as he gingerly cupped my elbow to help me up. Somehow, laying eyes on this dude...all the bitch went away...and the punk rushed in. I said, " I'm sorry for being so mean...I'm frustrated...but, I'm okay." He smiled at me and said, "'re beautiful. Your name?" I blushed and said, "Royal.....*mouth open*.....Tennison." He smiled again and said, "I'm Aqueel Smith..." as he extended his hand. I shook it lightly and envisioned him and I wrapped up in some corner creating art against a wall. He and I were exactly the same skin tone and I could see our limbs together in invisible lines becoming one mass. I must've been in thought too long...he spoke and I jumped. "Huh?" I said. His chuckle was deep and had powers that settled right underneath my navel. "I SAID, would you care to sit down? Or go for some coffee?" I HAD to sound like Desperado Jones! "YES...YES! I mean, sure...well, I just didn't want you to think I was, well...yes." I said, relaxing, exhaling and chuckling a little. This dude had me off my square and I was soooo very ready to throw him the keys to my panty drawer. "Okay, then...when is a good time for you? I'm off around 7pm later, so how about 8pm that too soon?" I smiled and said, "No, not at all...8 is fine!"


[sounds of skin slapping]

He was balls deep in my pussy. I knew when we were standing there in the library that I'd be sitting on his dick tonight. Some things are just inevitable. My size D's were bouncing in his hands as I found an African rhythm in my stroke. I took it back to the motherland on him...quick and then slow thrusts envoking the spirit of sex and satisfaction. He was releasing sounds akin to a boyish whimper coupled with a deep bass "yes" in between. He couldn't take it anymore...he flipped me over and turned me sideways, crossed my legs, holding them together at my ankles with one hand. With his free hand he spread my ass cheeks as he watched his extension connect with the circumference of my pussy and watched in pleasure. He couldn't have fucked me any harder. I was so fucking turned on...I mean, shit...this mothafucka had me at my most aroused...EVER. My nipples had to have grown to a full 3 inch length and hurt with erotic content. I know this pussy squirted, because the gush gave his plunge a sweet chirping sound. DAMN, my shit was SINGING! He continued to fuck me into rawness as I dipped my finger back there to taste his recipe. My clit began to pulse visibly...because he said, "Oh shit...your clit is throbbing girl" and that is when he and I shook the bed's frame with multiple seizures of bliss.

Who the fuck did this dude think he was to make my body sign over rights? Answering audibly, he said, "I'm this pussy's master!" I shuddered and replied, "Yes, you are..."



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