Monday, August 1, 2011

An Interview with Sable Jordan: How WHET is her Ink?




As some of you may know I did an anthology not too long ago headed up by Ms. Sable Jordan...a lovely friend of my buddy Katlynne Lasalle. "Summer Heat" was compiled by Ms. Jordan and aside from her own sweet offering there was mine, Kat's and Perri Forrest's. You HAVE to read it. It's downloadable...it's FREE...and it's FIRE! 

Here's a little sexy convo between Sable and I...


KWEEN: Firstly, tell the readers a bit about yourself.

SABLE: Thanks for having me, Kween! *waves* And hi to all the readers. Thanks for swinging by to check your girl out. The nut in a nutshell: I’m a writer of multi-cultural erotica and seductive romances, and whatever else comes to mind.  Tattooed vixen. Wicked humorist. Incurable humanist.  Proud geek! Closet badass! *Shhh* Lover of pit bulls, fast cars, all music, and candy.  

KWEEN: *GEEKS UNITE!!* HAHA! We must be kin ;) So, When was the first time you realized you wanted to be a writer? 

SABLE: I always knew I wanted to INK, it just took a while to get back to it. Like most writers, you start off with this urge to write as a kid, and then the pesky bits of life—i.e. paying bills, finding a job, hiding bodies…you know, the usual—get in the way and you have to find the time to put pen to pad.

KWEEN: I get you to the core, my sister of the pen! What are three “must haves” you need in order to write?

SABLE: I usually have some sort of music playing, candy in the general vicinity, and at least 5 minutes. I don’t even need my laptop, just a pen and some scrap paper and I’m gonna max those 5 minutes out jotting down ideas or snarky dialogue in between folding clothes and walking the dogs and solving everyone else’s crisis!  Then it’s just a matter of piecing the puzzle together.

KWEEN:  I appreciate anyone who still uses pen and paper! Nice! On to your short, Shaken and Stirred, is it your first published piece?

SABLE: The version of S&S that I included in the Summer Heat anthology is my second published work, and I guess that makes the extended version of the story my third. Both of those are available FREE through Smashwords and should be out through Amazon and BN.com soon. But I popped my publishing cherry *giggles* in March of this year with Different Shades of Gray, which is out through eXcessica publishing.

KWEEN: I wanna be you when I grow up! :D ...You had 7500 words to get S&S written. Can you sum it up in one sentence?

SABLE: That’s evil, you do know that, right, Kween?  Okay, here goes: A secret agent gets the cum spanked out of her by the villainous mastermind at a BDSM party on his yacht.  Yep. That just about sums it up.

KWEEN: Now THAT was evil! LOL You're such a damn tease, Sable!! Okay, time for a little association game. First word to come to mind. Ready?

SABLE: Incidentally, this was a lot less stressful when the tables were turned. Okay, ready…

KWEEN: Silk

SABLE: Panties

KWEEN: Chocolate

SABLE: Cock... I know this is against the one-word-rule, but I gotta say, naturally chocolate or covered in it; I’m easy either way… Okay. Cock—final answer. Sorry. Where were we?

KWEEN:  **giggling**...Honey

SABLE: Dripping…

KWEEN: Whet

SABLE: INK! *message!* 

KWEEN: Soft

SABLE: Harder. (Pretty please? I’m nothing if not polite.)

KWEEN:  ::SPANK:: Quit it, bad ass! lol ...So I hear tale you’re pretty proud about one of your marketing strategies. Care to share it with us?

SABLE: Proud is putting it mildly. I’m not really the pat-myself-on-the-back type, but I’m in love with my tagline—Stories so Whet, you’ll want to Lick My INK! *toot toot* I think it speaks to what I write, how I write, and who I am as a writer. I grappled with an idea for a tag for almost 3 weeks, but nothing stood out. And then it just hit me in the middle of the night one morning (yes, you read that right) and I hopped up from a warm bed and a nice dream that I’m sure involved chocolate cocks and was like, “By Joe, I think I’ve got it!” Anyhow, I wrote it down and then sent out a text to my inner circle at the unholy hour of 4am. The return messages were basically “Yaay! Now, unless you’re on fire, TAKE YO ASS TO BED!” *shrugs*

KWEEN:  See, we're definitely related...my best thoughts come at night, in the morning. lol How do you come up with your characters? Random creations, people you know, or reflections of you?

SABLE: A clever combination of the three. It’s a guarantee one of my characters, no matter the book, is going to say something snarky. That’s the “me” infusion. It might be subtle for the more serious works, but it’s in there. I might also insert a trait from someone from way back, but for the most part, I just make ‘em up. *disclaimer: any likeness to anyone I went to school with, grew up with, or dated is a complete coincidence. Scout’s honor. 

KWEEN:  All right, let’s give the readers a taste of Shaken & Stirred.

SABLE: Gladly! *ahem* And now, for your literary perusal, I give you a Lick from S&S:




blurb: Secret agent Kizzie Baldwin has a mission with a simple objective: Steal a formula while attending the festivities on the villainous Xander Duquesne's luxury yacht. There's just one problem—she has no idea it's a BDSM party.  Dom and criminal mastermind Xander is a man who likes to be prepared. But the unexpected run-in with Kizzie throws him for a loop. Will he give her what she came for, or a little something extra?
             
...The crowd cheered, the rising excitement egging the pair in the circle on.  The woman continued to scream; the man continued his assault, alternating between rough smacks and soft caresses with his bare hand over her blushing flesh. Before long she was facing Kizzie, revealing a multitude of clothespins—one clamped on each nipple, the rest outlining her belly, pulling the skin.  He flicked his hand over the grippers and the shrieks hit a pained pitch.

“Why isn’t someone stopping this?” Kizzie hadn’t meant to speak, but something needed to be done. She took a step forward when Xander stopped her with an arm around her middle, holding her firm.

“Ah-ah-ahhh.  You know the rules, don’t you, Princess? Never interrupt a scene.”

The man tugged on a clothespin, stretching the connected nipple and bringing a barrage of cries from his playmate.

“He’s hurting her,” Kizzie said through clenched teeth.  Intel suggested Xander had a sadistic streak, but this was barbaric!

“Safe, sane, and consensual.  A Master would never do anything not agreed upon with his submissive,” he assured.  “And if he did, it’s my place to step in, not yours.”

Well, step in already, dammit!  The woman screeched and Kizzie cringed, unable to comprehend why someone wouldwant to do this.  A slap on the butt in the middle of sex was one thing, but this? This was too much…wasn’t it?

Years ago when she was just a green agent, Kizzie was in her kitchen deciding on dinner when the guy she’d been dating smacked her on the ass hard enough to make her eyes tear.  Without thought she lifted her heel and connected with his groin and then flipped him over her shoulder, landing him flat on his back. He was straddled and his neck pinned to the ground by her forearm two seconds after.  The terrified confusion blanketing his face was the only thing that made Kizzie back off.  No surprise the relationship ended minutes later, but the wetness between her thighs came as a huge shock.

Doomed before it started, that relationship. A love life was a professional hazard for an agent, all the secrets and unexplained disappearances. That’s why Bond kept so many sexy girls handy, she reasoned.  Mr. “Martini—shaken, not stirred” sure as hell didn’t go home to the old ball and chain. Nope, stick and move; bang her and on to the next one. Classic Bond, and Kizzie had long ago determined to follow his lead.  With an aptitude to recall miniscule bits of detail, she considered it a gift when she didn’t remember a lover’s name, infrequent as they were.

Satisfied moans brought her attention back to the woman whose expression was almost trancelike in its euphoria.

“That’s a good girl,” the man in the circle cooed.  His fingers pistoned in and out of her pussy; juices oozed down her leg.  A flick of a latch released her from the pole and she dropped to her hands and knees.  He patted her ass.  “Who wants some?”

The crowd swarmed her, hands probing, touching.  Her Master stood nearby, orchestrating as people went about stuffing the girl’s every orifice. She deep-throated one guy while a woman shoved a vibrator into her pussy. Others removed the clothespins from her body, lapping at the pinched skin. She jerked with every touch to her hypersensitive flesh.

The stimulation was too much for Kizzie, and damn if the team wasn’t getting it all on tape. How would she ever explain this to Connolly?  Still, she didn’t look away.

“Stats,” Solomon warned.

But her adrenaline was pumping for an entirely different reason.  Blood thundered in her ears, her vision blurred.  Soft whimpers pushed through the fog and it took her a moment to realize she was making the noises.

“You want to go next, Princess?” Xander’s hand splayed possessively over her belly. Body pressed the length of hers, he ground his semi-erect cock against her ass. In a rough whisper he said, “I’d be happy to tie you up and spank you.  I think you’re a very naughty girl.”

Someone in the group roared his orgasm, forcefully driving his hips into the sub’s mouth.

Feeling Xander’s dick rising behind her, Kizzie fought to control her breathing, calling on training that had never failed but was now stretched to its limit.

“Salters is mobile,” Gale said as the sub was lifted onto a waist-high platform the size of a card table. They laid her on her back and secured each limb to one of four posts on the corners, exposing her swollen mound to all comers. Her head hung off the edge, and immediately her mouth was filled with another cock.

Kizzie had to leave or the shred of control she’d wrangled would snap.  Salters….  She turned to face Xander, leaning dangerously close to his mouth, fingers on his lower abs flirting with the band of his pants.  “Yeah, I’m a bad girl. But there’s one problem.”

He licked his lips.  “What’s that?”
“You’re not my Master.”  Kizzie pulled away and moved through the crowd.  There was a contact to meet and a mission to finish. And she needed to do both before she came on herself.

KWEEN:  Well DAYUM!! ~whew~ Let me get myself together...::ahem:: Okay, What can readers expect next from you?

SABLE: August 5th I drop my next story, The Doxy’s Daybook. It’s…unapologetic. It’s a book I’ve been working on for a while and one that I kept tinkering with until I finally felt like I’d done right by the character, Roz, who is also the narrator. I did a final read through a couple days ago and that “Oooh, yeah…” feeling settled over me, so I’m excited about it. So excited I’ll be interviewing my character on my blog sometime soon. *girlie squeal*



And then there’s the follow-up(s) to Shaken & Stirred.  My characters wouldn’t stop so a series is born! Wallbanger will be out in October, and if everything goes well, Sake Bomb will be out by January or February of next year.  (Hey, that’s an exclusive, too, Kween! You’re the first with the title to book three!)  Readers can expect at least 7 new Sable Jordan titles between now and next March!

KWEEN:  I feel SO special!! *cheesing* This is all so VERY cool!! Where can we find you and your books?

SABLE: You can always come chill with me on Facebook or Twitter, or even Goodreads. Just look up Sable Jordan and follow the tits and tats. LOL!  My Dripping Whet INK blog is www. sablejordan.blogspot.com, and my website is www.sablejordan.com.  That’s where updates about my stuff are kept.  And you can find my work on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Smashwords, and AllRomanceEbooks.com to name a few.

KWEEN:  So basically...you're EVERYWHERE! lol ...Okay, you’re the first settler on planet Hedonism. Who or what do you pack to go with you?

SABLE: Mr. Jordan, my *ahem* “better” half, ‘cause he’d kill me if I left him behind. Plus he satisfies the chocolate cock criteria, leaving room for Good Vibes’ “pleasure” lube (love that stuff), umm…a couple of other fun toys I won’t go into detail about or you’ll know the precise contents of my naughty drawer; lots o’ food (a girl’s gotta eat); a couple bottles of red; candy (I don’t function without my candy); and a toothbrush.

KWEEN:  HYGIENE! Love it! LOL ...Last question: Boxers, Briefs, or Commando?

SABLE: Cum…er…Commando! At Christmas, do you really give a shit about that pretty wrapping paper, or are you trying to get to the newest whodawhutsit Apple’s put out, hmm?  But I guess if the boxers or briefs are made of chocolate… LOL!

KWEEN: YES...it is confirmed. SISTERS fa SHO!! She's SO good at being bad...don't you just LOVE her?


Don’t forget to get your FREE copies of our anthology, Summer Heat, and the extended version of my short, Shaken& Stirred! And join me August 5th for the release of The Doxy's Daybook! Thanks again for having me, Kween, and thanks to everyone for Licking My INK!



LOVED having you over at Passion's Fruit!! You all be sure to give her some love and click those links! 

Over and out...;)

Monday, July 25, 2011

losing ground



as i lick the tip
of my finger,
then dip
it down and deep
through your spine's crease
i watch you quake
at my touch's grace
as if it all
belongs to me
as i steal a pull
from your bottom lip
and switch
from your neck
to the tip of your chin
i can feel
your thighs widen
to make room
for the enlarging piece
threatening to
touch my womb...
as i say yes
with the warmth
of my space
hovering,
teasing from above
i can feel
your anxiousness
to give touch
i hold onto your gaze
mmmmm
...hold up...
wait!
without aid
your nature
finds mine
and has me sliding
willing my grind
...your lips part
and eyes roll...
a moan
held hostage,
what a sight i behold...
you're pleased
and i like...
your fever sets
to spike
my dress,
removed...
we're naked in plain sight...
as you play outside
my door
my body and mind
willingly
become your whore...
ooh..
my love...
i...i...
made a slip...
i meant to seduce
and prolong
not rise
than sit...
i meant to
excite you
with my intent
but your body's
friction on mine
has me
losing my...
...mind
[you..
feel...
GOOD...]
i'm no longer
the passion's seductress
i'm seduced
by your coy reluctance
and now
that i'm fervently paced
in this carnal lover's race
i am
fucked up
in this game,
stuttering
and mispronouncing your name
looking for my tease
as i rock up and down on my knees,
begging
for my power to return
my breasts heave
from the intensity spurned
they throb with tender
and sensitive pain
raised like,
the tide from the moon's wane
our bodies' direct heat
can't contain this blissful sweet
and it becomes
clear that,
i tripped over my own desires
and now
i am
the one with stoked fires
my thighs clenched
around you
a synchronized
up stroke from you
a down thrust from me
and...oooh wee!
i'm feverish
and heady
intensely ready
for your love to echo
through me in orgasmic twists
then,
...with your kiss
firmly against my lips
and those final swivels
and dips
i realize how i lost ground
...i didn't lose a thing
i gave it up...
in each and every round ;)

Monday, June 13, 2011

30~ Final Frontier: The Poem



This is it. The end. Fin. Finito. You ain't gotta go home, but you gotta get the HELL outta HERE! LOL

The final "question" is: Write an erotic poem of your choice...raunchy or classic...bring it!

Okay...I'm cheating. I'm posting a poem I wrote a while ago. Not sure I posted it anywhere, but oh well...she said, "BRING IT!!" LOL


[thoughts]




hmm,
i was thinking of you, love...
no romance
just a skin dance
a sway of nude flashes
thoughts of your thickness
[played in sliding scenes]
slowly
thoroughly
maxing out the space
[here]
throwing my thighs apart
golden limbs
wrapped around
copper's tone
slick sounds
loops
and dips
pecks on lips
[slurps]
you...
the flutter
in my gutteral throb
making it your own
commencing
to consummate
a symphony of moans
[mmm]
you...
so deep
i sweat your scent
[drip]
so sweet
i taste your heat
you taste like me
[smack]
its all us
wafting in a delectable breeze
twisting
in the sheets
screwing with the coils 
in the cushions
[squeak]
swats on the tush and...
[squeak]
a tandem rush
a swirling
and rising
a fevered
anticipation
of euphoric release
[wow]
no preludes or
pretense
of romantic intent
loving you
but needing you
carnally
this is how i thought of you, love...


Thank you...thank you very much! *curtsying*

Sunday, June 12, 2011

29~ Pieces of Me



What makes you sexy to YOU?

Hmmm...I think I have a poem for that...brb

*looks for that thing I wrote a while back*

"Where did I post that thing?"

*taps fingers*

You know what? I'll just freestyle one right here. (I hate when I can't find what I'm looking for)



to me...
my sexy lies in the life i live
the person i am
when no one is here to see
when no one cares to see...
to me...
it's the way i walk
with a spiritual crown atop my head
eyes twinkling hi's to passersby
a smile spread wide
for me,
for no other reason,
than i've got love on my mind
love of life
love of the wife i can be
the mother i'm not,
but can be
the friend i am
even when some don't see
i feel sexy
singing a song
alone in my own world
humming happiness
enjoying my new and natural curls...
to me...
it's the sound of my voice
when laughs bound about
and tears fall for joyous things
and i imagine,
a man of kingly proportions
loving every piece of me
the sometimes
mean me
sad me
silly me
crazy me...
the "he's driving me crazy" me...
sweet me
ravenous me...
the "come-see-about-me"...me
the inner pin-up model in me
the consummate housewife in me
the gourmet chef in me
the let's-just-do-it, spontaneous me...
to me
my sexy comes from
the sometimes oblivious me...
not knowing the power of me
really not always aware that i am who i am...ME...
and gracefully accepting
that everyone can't handle me
oh well...
peace, b's...
cuz i'mma be me
and that me...
the true me
the one no one can steal from me...
is the sexiest me...
beaming from my own
inside sunshine
regardless of hard times
and life's grimes...
i continue to BE
regally,
sweetly,
abstractly,
in your face and not-so-nice...me
...shit, i'm sexy! ;)

28~ Right'Chea, Right Nah



If you could get your hands on some dick right now...how would you like it?


Woooooo

~feeling a lil bad for writing this on a Sunday morning~

Um, Well...*gulping hungrily*

I'z in need. Let's just put it out there. I went from "waiting for my love"...to swearing off sex completely and putting up a brick wall JUST so that I wouldn't have to fend off unwanted advances. Honestly, this was with good intentions...but, it's getting old.

I guess, at 38 I'm at that "peak" I heard of. I swear, I think of sex at the most INAPPROPRIATE damn times. I ain't gonna tell you when and where, but let's just say...I need prayers. (seriously...get on that)

Anywho...

I can't figure out if I want someone to throw me over a couch arm, lift my skirt, smack my ass and enter my whirl pool with one long dive...pounding away until my lips pucker for that ultimate kiss...or have him lay me down softly and make love.

I'm missing the intimacy of love-making and the satisfaction of being "taken" willfully by a confident, "cocky" and  hungry lover. I want to have my breast given exclusive attention with licks, sucks, pulls and kneads that would make dough jealous. I want long kisses, deep and sensuous...kisses on my chin, lovingly placed with the emotion of someone in love with my love. I want to sit on someone and make their eyes close, toes splay and fingers dig deep into my thighs while he fights that explosion...

Yet, I could stand to have my legs thrown back and have my walls compromised by something large from someone who is digging like I owe him money. *you ever had  the opposite dig in your pocket for money...or keys even...and you look at them like, "Oh my...that's turning me on"?*

...no? I guess that's just me...

Either way...I want someone who is gonna put me to bed and wake me back up, just to punish me for even THINKING sleep is in the plans. WAKE UP BISH...take this!!!

~phew~

Yea, I need to go back to bed. It's 6:18am on a Sunday morning and I ain't got the right to be talking like this...

 O__~

27~ Kween Only!

Really, Dude?


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

Just like when speaking of Day 16's Orgy, 17's Man on Man Surprise and 22's Swing Set Iownflowlikedat...

See, I'm a modern chick, with conventionalism, traditionalism and selfish~ism combined. LOL I don't want to SHARE my man and I don't think that stuff belongs in the bedroom of a committed couple. Just like I said before, I totally respect OTHER people's willingness to share partners, swap, get orgy-fied and what not...but, I'm not made for that.

See, I'm a lover...AND a fighter. I could see shit getting tight. Either myself or one of the other parties are gonna have a problem. When two people bond and then someone comes in and threatens, infiltrates, or brings to the surface...desires that someone didn't even know they had...it's trouble. The relationship can enhance or it can die a quick/slow death...depending on who is involved.

I've had a hard enough time with relationships as is...I'm not putting myself into the position of bringing unnecessary and unforeseen drama to my situation. Life does that for me already.

Another thing...

I don't know that I could believe that I'd have the same respect for my man who likes men. I don't give a sword-fighting FUCK what no one else says...the moment two men get together...they become gay in perception. Women get away with liking the same sex because most men think it's sexy. It's a LOT of mens' fantasies. There WAS a time when a stigma was carried around with women who were BI or Lesbian, but right about now a lot of men would PRAY that their women wanted to bring another Eve to the situation. Yet, I don't know too many women who crave their man to fuck another...two dicks at once? Yes. Them doing each other? No. I'd befriend a Gay guy in a heartbeat...I have "hag" tendencies, lol...but, I want my man to be strictly clitty.

My thing is...what happens if he gets "enamored" with this other dude (hypothetically speaking)? I can't give him what he's getting with dude...anymore than a man can truly understand what makes some women prefer other women over them. What happens when he needs that prostate tapped in a way I can't do? What happens when he prefers the roughness of  a man over my feminine softness? The day my tits become superfluous to him and my vadge becomes a turn off. "Eww...slits!"  LOL

So, no...they'll be no stick fights in my bedroom.

Thursday, June 9, 2011

26~ Buns, No Dog...


You see how she's tryna pull that lil ass skirt over her ass? Yea...that's me tryna make sure no sausage slips into my canolli hole.

I just had this convo with my sista Dee the other night and I told her why the anal thing is such a NON MUTHAFUCKIN FACTOR to THIS bitch...lmao. (I can't stand Evelyn's trife ass, but that's a funny ass thing to say)...anyway. I have my own personal issues with it and I also haven't met ONE man who has made me feel secure enough (relationship-wise or physically) to indulge in this with him.

While I'm on this subject...(hold on tight to your assholes) I think some people give up the PUSSY too quick, let alone the ass.  I've done it and I don't regret it, but I STILL know that...it was TOO FAST! (Very few relationships I know of have started off as a first night's fuck and become happily ever after...that's most like the EXCEPTION to the rule). So, your ASS sex? THAT should be some sacred thing you hold for someone you love. If you're  letting some dude willy-nilly spread your shit chute wide for no other reason than "I cum hardest when fucked in the back"...then yea, whatever. If I come off judgmental or snobbish or whatever so what. It's MY fuckin' blog and I'll diss if I wanna.

This is my BODY, man...I can't be letting no dude[s] go in on my ass for no sexual pleasure knowing that it can eventually effect the way I am able to hold my shit one day. *insert pic of you messing on yourself one day because your asshole's muskles have weakened* That's my concern...the actual physical effects...and yea the initial pain. It's not in my near future to try and honestly...I pray that if/when I'm sealed with my soul's mate...that he's not interested in my blow hole.

*holding my ass on the way out*


Wednesday, June 8, 2011

25~ Slosh Slosh




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

Joy, firstly...you're a freak! (c) previous blog...lol

Well, I love sounds!

The sound of slapping, wetness, sloshing...I suppose, it's an indication of how aroused I am or can get. I don't know. I'll tell a dude to shut up just so I can enjoy the sex sounds. Why talk dirty when our bodies are talking already?

If it's not that...it'll be the thought of someone doing to me what I'm doing to me. I've gotten off on the memory of a good session with someone. It all depends. Some days, it's about me loving the feeling of my lips' softness, wetness, fullness, "swoleness"...lol...and other times it'll involve a fantasy of someone I've never touched who I long to fuck.

I have even come off the sounds of the construction site nearby. The "tamping" (when they flatten out the hot tar they've put down) sound...a lulling and consistent, "thump...thump...thump" was reminding me of the sound when someone's hitting the bottom and their sac is making a hollow noise on the back of my ass? Yea...that. I guess, the same way I can hear music in everyday sounds...I can hear sex, too. *I need a deep tissue massage...on the INSIDE part...RIGHT now*

~phew~

Yea...that nosy ass Joy. LOL

24~ Freak O'Nature



What's your definition of freaky?

I COULD go and get the definition, copy and paste it and intellectually break it down...but, then I'd also have to have a stick lodged in my ass. LOL

This word is interesting, so I'll put it like this...freaky to ME, is whatever is outside of my comfort zone. It's relevant from person to person. For instance, if I have missionary sex all of the time and never do oral...then, being familiar with every position in the Kama Sutra might be freaky to me. If I do like it in different positions, but don't like anal...anal would be considered freaky. Something "odd" to YOU!

Freaky is whatever the hell turns YOU on...whatever gets you off. Freaky and KINKY however are two different things...but y'all ain't ask me that. lol

Nowadays, freaky or freakin' just means sex period. Nothing out of the ordinary or over the top weird. "I wanna get freaky with you..." may mean, "I wanna lick you up and down, til you say stop..." LOL I think it also can be applied to the level of passion one has for something. A fanatical state. I'm a freak for kitchen stuff. I drool over pots and pans and handy gadgets. See, it's Aaaall relative.

So, yea...that's what freaky means to me.


Monday, June 6, 2011

23~ Yes, Mister...



Dom/Sub...sexy or just an excuse for men to abuse women?

I don't think that...

I've been observing for a LONG time the interactions between doms and subs. Over on 360, I peeped several of these dynamics and read their blogs in curiosity.

What I found personally to be the gist of these relationships...is  trust. I find that the whole point of the roles being played is to submit to someone who you trust and allow them to take you on a journey of sexual freedom and experiences.

I've read stories of subs who had to grow to trust their dom to allow fisting, asphyxiation (not the tamer shit I've heard some friends say they 've experience, but a more intense version), bondage, etc.

Another thing is...

It's not just men who are doms. A lot of doms are women, and men are the subs. Again...it's about trusting someone, loving someone implicitly...trusting them with your life basically. Yes, it's deep. It's like..."I trust you to take my mind, body and spirit to other levels of satisfaction and know that you won't harm me."

That's what I've learned. I don't down anyone for being either role. I actually commend someone for being able to allow someone to have that power over them and let it be a pleasure-seeking thing and not a feeling that somehow they're being abused or mistreated.

If they like it...I love it.

22~ Swap Meet



Swinging...your thoughts...

Hmmm...

Well, I know people do it. If they like it I love it. I haven't done it and don't plan to. I'm a very private lover...therefore, me trading mates ain't in the cards.

I guess for me...it's like, I've been cheated on...so I participated in some "involuntary swinging". I haven't experienced anything thus far in my lifetime that has opened me up to even wanting to delve into that life.

So, in conclusion (this was short as hell)...I don't think much of it.

Swing on swingers...

Sunday, June 5, 2011

21~ Slow It Down

Photo by TraceLegacy


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

I have a lot of songs...some are nasty songs and some are love songs that I just think make you want to slowly take your time surveying the extent of someone's skin...::shivering::...

`Prince~ Insatiable | well, what more do I have to say?

`Adina Howard~ Nasty Grind | ...again...what's to say? lol

`John Legend~ Another Again | ...this song right'chea? Between the soft flute-like notes, the the beat and the words...it's almost like you're musically saying to a lover, "Let's do it again..."

`Claudette Ortiz~ Message To You | ...well, from the moment I first heard this song, I've been in love with it's piano rifs and lovely melody. This is that "make love to me so we can make it all better song"

`Faith Evans~ Right Here | ...have you heard this song? SEXY!

`Beyonce~ Speechless |  Yea. Get into that. lol

`Floetry~ Getting Late | ...cuz, it's getting late ;)

`Jamie Foxx f/Marsha Ambrosius~ |  Freakin Me...O__O

`Jill Scott~ Crown Royal | It's pretty much instructional. LOL

`Usher~ Seduction  | O_O

`Debarge~ Love Me In A Special Way | ...also instructional...

`Marvin Gaye~ Anything | ...I'd fuck to Got To Give It Up, lol...that man's voice is fire.

`Joi~ Lick | ...yea.

`Janet Jackson~ Ropeburn |

`Joe~ More and More | Yes, sex music for every room in the house...

`R. Kelly~ The Greatest Sex | That song does it for me...

`Marsha Ambrosius~ With You | I just heard this song on TV and yea...that shit is sexy.

`Michael Jackson~ The Lady In My Life | Don't sleep on Mike...that's a sexy/sensual ass song


Let me tell y'all. I had MAD songs run through my head...and honestly, some of them I can't quite remember the damn title or artist. Whenever I'm asked to recall music, my mind swims with music that spans well over half a century...I always walk away feeling like I forgot some shit. I also know I'm gonna see the lists of all the other ladies after this and be like, FUCK...I FORGOT that one, too!!!

So...yea. Um...I also cheated. I had a playlist with some of these songs on it...I'm telling you...I got overwhelmed. LOL

Saturday, June 4, 2011

20~ Oooooh Chaaaah-leee



Tell a story of your most embarrassing sex experience...

Well this is easy...

The SAME mofo I regretted screwing is involved. Yea, THIS should've been a warning to me. Actually, there were three up until the big Non-Bang. Each time we'd tried to screw...something went horribly wrong.

THIS particular time (the third penalty flag thrown on the field) was most embarrassing. Here I am, wearing my sexiest drawlz, shaved to smooth proportions, tits freed...skin softer than a punk bish. He's all up in my wetness with his fingers...testing the waters.

Just as he pulls up to it...my legs widen for entry...and BANG!!! BOOM!! CHAH-LEE...the horse.

My foot curled up like the Wicked Witch of the East. Imagine freshly pedicured toes all special bus looking and the muscle in my calf hardening like bad biscuits! OWWW!!! Meanwhile...as I'm in excruciating pain and dude is doing what he's doing to help me...I feel silly. Cooch wet, panties now off...cool air hitting it...all while I howl in pain and roll around like Peter on Family Guy.

"Ssssssssssssssssss...aaaaaaaaaah"

O__O

I finally made it to the point that I could force myself to stand up to bring the deformity that was my foot back to normal. It pained for a whole day afterward.

The only name I was screaming...was Chah-lee's. lmaooo

19~MY MOUF WAS OPEN!!



Bukkake? Your thoughts...

I THINK it sounds like someone tryna be slick and sneeze out a "BULLSHIT"...

I THINK NOT...

Yea, I'm at this VERY moment, fighting the flight of the newborn Skeeters in my room...I don't like shit in my face. Not my hair, not snot, not insects, not dust nor sun.

Iownlike the idea of ONE dick's jizz on my face...let alone a number of dicks. I remember when my ex pulled out and the shit went flying and I checked my hair and face immeggiately for damage. No, NO I said. *choking at the imaginary incoming spunk getting in my nostrils and mouth*. I already have an Astigmatism...hell nah. I ALMOST threw up in my mouf looking at all the pics associated with the word. I hadda research it just to make sure I wasn't prematurely disgusted. lol

Call me what you will...but, don't call me Cum Covered.

That is all...

Friday, June 3, 2011

18~ Street, Chic and Heat



Tell a sexual triangle short story...

~~~
She, Her & Him

She knew him from around the way...a cutie who stood on the block, looking like a slice of "not-my-type" and "damn-he's-fine". He (him) wasn't her type only because he was that thugged out kinda love she knew only ended in moist pillows and bricks through windows.

After several months of passing Him on the block, him never saying a word...He finally opened his mouth. No one around that particular day allowed for Him to roll up in the security that no one would hear his real rap, to the sista that they all called "ms too high to smile".

"Excuse me, gorgeous...can I have a minute?" He asked as she almost cat-walked past him in habit.
Surprised at his good manners, sexy tone and just the mere thought that he even noticed her, she said, "Huh?". He laughed lightly and repeated himself. She said, "Well, what can I do for you?".  He took her by the hand and led her out of the traffic of the other pedestrians and said, "Go out on a date with me...I'd like to get to know you." The typical reaction in this dynamic is usually an abrupt no, a look at him like he's short and a "I'm-too-g00d-for-you" sashay away. She thought for a nano second to send him back to his post up under the stairs. What came out of her mouth was, "Yes...sure, why not. Tell me what time and day and I'll go." He almost tipped over with elation that the woman he'd been eying for months took him up on a date.

~The Date~

They decide to meet at a restaurant they both wanted to try. She shows up wearing a strapless, mini dress with a banded bottom in deep blue. He's wearing a pair of dark jeans, a crisp button down shirt and a v-neck vest in muted olive color. His hair, revealed from underneath his usual fitted cap...wavy with the clean lines of a fresh cut. Her eyes lit hungrily for this guy who more or less seemed more street than chic and now he was exhibiting many decent traits she couldn't imagine. Everything, from his gentlemanly nods to let her through the door as he held it, to his pulling out her chair, to his paying for everything she ordered...all the way up until he drove her home (she taxied it), with attempts to walk away and say good night. It was all turning her on.

"Come in for a drink..." she offered
"Thank you but, no...I don't drink." he replied
"Well, I've got soda, water, iced tea..." she chuckled
He laughed and said, "Okay...just for a bit. I've got to get up and work in the morning."

This threw her off. She said, "Work? Where do you work?" as she unlocked the door...
He shook his head a little and responded, "I work in the building you see me outside of everyday. I'm a electrician at the phone company!"
She looked dumbfounded...stopping in her tracks, flipping the lights and replied, "...but, I every time I pass by you're outside with the guys..."
"Every time YOU pass by...it's my break. You only come through once a day..."
She felt stupid and embarrassed for how she'd assumed he was a ne'er do well, a slouch, a scrub. She realized that she'd assumed he was all street without knowing him at all.
"Well, I'm sorry that I prejudged you...I really apologize."

Just as she'd said that, the hall light came on and She walked out sleepily. "Why are you so late getting in?" she asked as she rubbed her eyes.
"I went out tonight...I have a friend here. She introduced Him to Her and his eyes surveyed over her scantily clad body. She smirked and giggled.

He said, "I didn't know you had a roommate...I don't want to intrude, I'll come back at a decent hour..."
"I'm not her roommate...I'm her woman" she said.
"What? What do you mean? You're a lesbian?" he asked with a scowl.
"Yes, well no...I'm BI...she's a lesbian. I date men, she dates me..."
The "roommate" said, "Be honest...tell him that we BOTH like men. Tell him that you only bring home guys we BOTH can fuck...go ahead...tell him..." she said as she plopped onto the couch causing everything to jiggle.
"Wow, um...I ain't expect this. I don't know..."

Before he could get the rest of his thought out...both ladies were approaching with puma precision. It was like he'd consented through the silence. The way his arms went up when they removed his sweater vest and shirt...the way he stepped out of his pants voluntarily. The way his head went back when She sucked long and strong off the tip of his dick and how She, too...went in on his pecs. The way he grabbed Her hair as she sucked him and began fingering Her, too from behind as she  bit his nipples...suggested he liked it.

He'd penetrated both She and Her and they'd both spent time sitting on His face. He brought the street, She the chic and Her the heat...all of which left them quite exhausted on a first of many dates.

**Honestly, I don't like this story...but got doggonit...I'm tide and it's all I could do to honor this challenge. *yawning*

Thursday, June 2, 2011

17~ GETCHO $#!T!!!



You walk in your bedroom to find your lover deep in the sexual act with the same sex...what do you do?

Before or after I throw hot fish grease on em? O__o

Look. I'm all for people doing what they do. You gay, getchusum. You a lesbian? GETCHUSUM!! Yet, if you're with ME (a straight woman) and you (supposedly a straight MAN) bring another dude to my situation...you gots ta GO!

Reason #1-Infinity why I most likely (note that I didn't say never) not have a threesome...is because I don't want a girl in my bed. I don't want anyone EXCEPT the man I love...in my bed.

hmmm...in MY bed? No the fucking fuck you didn't.

"...messing up my sheets...
and violating me..."

Sunny said that shit right there. Of all the mattresses with clean sheets in the world...you hadda fuck up MINE? NOT just the nastiness that is someone else's sex juice beside mine...but the energy of your betrayal seeped into my sheets...through to my mattress...on the frame that is supposed to be the foundation of OUR sexual bliss?

I should hitchu in your shit...

Lemme go get me a dude and fuck him in the back seat of YOUR prized ride...or wear your favorite jersey as he pounds me out from behind while tugging at the hem of your team's colors...yea mothafucka...that's got your attention, huh?

Besides the betrayal, the disregard for the fact that I could catch it, the shock of the gay sex when I clearly thought he was straight...and of course, the defiling of my bed (NOT just where we made love, but where I lay my head and become spiritually vulnerable at night for the dream state) Why do I have to find out so dramatically and traumatically that you're on both teams? I expect truth and honesty in a relationship and the fact that such a truth could've escaped us would be too much. That ain't even freaky...that's just fucked up.

16~Whatcha Doin' DAT Fo'?



You are invited to a party that turned into an orgy, you just arrived...what would you like to see?


Well...I'd like to see some fuckin' snacks and drinks. What the fuck? I show up thinking I'm gonna walk in on some dancing, mingling, platters being passed around...and folks are but naked, dicks and vadges out??

Well, why didn't they just SAY that? LOL

I wanna see a LOT of dick riding, bouncing til the milk drips...

I wanna see some pipe-laying...I don't wanna see no pretty fuck faces, I wanna see women struggling to contain themselves and men's eyes rolling up. I wanna see folks tryna get away...toes splayed out like he's having a special moment...

I wanna see some bondage and some whips and paddles...asses strapped down and orifices being compromised until skin shines from leakage.

Honestly, what I've written above is what I'd want to see if no one could see ME. I'm a voyeur. I'd much rather watch than participate in that kind of sex. In real life, I'd back up FAST like the Matrix and pray no one saw me as I make my way home.


15~ Oops...Didn't See You



Have you ever been caught masturbating or having sex? Tell the story...

Wellllll...

The one time that I've ever been caught having sex was when my 1st and I were getting it on in his living room. SHAMEFULLY...his mom was in the back asleep in her room...and we THOUGHT his little nephew was asleep, too.

No dice. It's like kids are natural cock blockers...shit!

Picture it...1990...or was it '89? Either way...I'm over his house wearing my off-white "swing" mini-skirt and a top I can't recall. Clearly, the skirt was killing it and he rose to the occasion. He was sitting in the arm chair and asked me to "sit on his lap". Wooo weee. *ahem* Yea, well...I ended up sitting on his lap with my back to him...panties down and the full-on recipient of some pushing up motions. LOL

Now, from anyone's view that could see...I just looked like I was sitting on his lap and he was holding me. WHY did this 3yr old kid say, "Ooooh, GRANDMA...Aunt Kali is on Uncle *****'s laaaap"...as he runs toward the back. I move to get up and catch his little ass, when UNK grabs me back down and says, "Let's finish..." LOL

Yea...I don't think his grandma believed him considering she was half-sleep...but, I do wonder if mi sobrino (That's what I call him) remembers that day...I hope not. LOL

KIDS!

Monday, May 30, 2011

13~The Forgotten Fantasy



A Fantasy you know you will never fulfill...

How about this damn POST!! This post was SO out of my mind...I skipped this bad boy and went straight to #14. Wow. Was that Freudian or what? lol

I won't say never because what I desire in a fantasy switches up from time to time. The thing about fantasies (if I can pontificate for a second) is that the whole point of a fantasy is that it WON'T come true. Once fantasies are realized they're almost never the way one imagined...and there is even that risk that your fantasy will become a nightmare. In your fantasy...everything is perfect. People react and do as they're supposed to. Their performance is perfect, their touch is perfect, their level of sensitivity, affection, mastery, etc...is perfect. Therefore no one can truly live their fantasy.

Having said THAT...it's actually possible that your lived out version of your conceptualized fantasy can turn out better. It's like how we can have a dream of who our soul mate is and when we meet them, they exceed expectation.

I'll just chill and wait to see what colors Shug paint the wall next...you never know. I mean hell, Celie & Shug were adversaries and next thing you know they were up in there licking each other to the old records...

14~Showing My Ass



Public Sex: Do or Don't?

Did...and will if I can again.

For as LONG as I could remember, it was something I'd heard other people talk about and brag on. "Oh, I like it outside..." blah blah. I felt like I was missing some shit. Yet, there seemed to be no one that I had chemistry with that would make me wanna skrip (yea, I said skrip) down with in the public.

I also felt like I didn't hear enough of, "Oh, girl...you never did it in a car?" Uh...no, I was too busy in beds, chairs and on floors. LOL

Well...eventually, I met this dude who was the first guy I ever slept with without an OUNCE of emotion toward him. (Even though he kept trying to draw these emotional things out of me, like kissing his neck and stroking his back...fool, just unbuckle your pants and stop with this BS) LOL

We did it in his truck...several times. Always parked at the pier near my house. Often with folks parked around us. LMAO. Once we walked to the very edge of the pier and before I knew it, I was bent over, grabbing my ankles and praying that my kitty didn't catch a cold in the late November weather...

I'm still kinda hoping for a few other sexual experiences in public...

The pull over off the road sex...
The on the beach sex...
The in-the-rain-on-top-of-the-car sex...
The "QUICK...everyone is in the other room!" sex...

I like it...I think it adds spice and excitement and nothing is better than that sex you AIN'T supposed to be getting...mmm hmmm. ;)

Saturday, May 28, 2011

12~What I Fancy...



A fantasy you want to fulfill


Right now, the only fantasy I want to fulfill is me, an island, a thick island man with no clothes, grapes and shit, wine, no interruption and some intense full-body massages, banana leaves as fans and such.

Then again, maybe at this point I'm not really in the fantastical mood. What I desire is more realistic and somewhat simple...true companionship...

I miss having someone spoon me at night and cup my breasts like they're some kind of handles...guides for the perfect spoon. I miss a man's warm breath on the nape of my neck causing reverberating sensations down to my slit. ::nuzzling booty into him::

Right now, my fantasy is less fantasy and more tangible. YES DAMNIT...I WANT SOMEONE I CAN TOUCH...sorry for yelling folks. I had to say that to someone. lol

My fantasies aren't fantasies...they're realistic visions. They're possibles that rest in the desire for more than just a night or a day. Sure, I'd love to think that the island man above is not just some random dude I met straight off the launch onto Dreamer's Lagoon. I'd love for that man to be someone who cares and is doing for me as I do for him because he loves me and not because he's paid to like me. lol

Right now...my fantasies are running low on fuel and I'm a step away from saying, "I ain't got no time to fantasize..." I don't want to be THAT extreme. I just am not in the mindset to speak on a sexual fantasy, when my mind just isn't on that right now.

Not QUITE the fantasy post...but, more real than any sexual fantasy I could conjure up. Hey, this IS a truth challenge, right?

11~She's A FAKE



Why did Alexander O'Neal's song "Fake" come to mind...lol

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

Joy...I hope this is the last letter. LOL

I actually stopped faking it when I was like 18 or 19. I remember how I used to just give my 1st love the screw face...like "what you doing to me?".  I am a "quiet lover". I also learned to not say a thing, because I had nothing good to say. Only a couple of men have drawn out of me a sibilant yes or a clenched sheet. None of that, Ooooh yesss, right there baby...when I really wanted to get up. The dude in the previous post (fuckface) didn't get a fake moan. He got the WTF face ---> O_O

So, Joy...I can't write this angry letter of disdain for a man's inability to make me come, or perhaps my inability to relax to allow MYSELF to come...I have no such letter to write. I just liked the photo I found, which would've been pretty damn cool if I had such a letter to pen. lol

I WILL say, that I hate porn moans...that sounds so fake. I'd rather a chick grunt like she's tryna hold back or a dude whimper like a bitch when he's supposed to be talking shit. That's real right there, son. LOL

Peace, until the next post...

10~Another Letter



A letter to the person you regret screwing...tell them how you really feel...


MAN...MAN...::sighing heavily::

Yea...anyway...here goes a LOT of nothing...


Dear Mr. Hancock (because you stayed with your cock in your hand),

WHY? Why did you waste my time? All of that talk (I should've known) and you turned out to be scared of the pussy. I mean, for all intents and purposes I tried to help YOU out. I tried to ride it...I tried to back up on it...and no, I didn't try to suck it. You were the ONE person who I refused on any level to even CONSIDER placing my lips around your piece. You know why? The NERVE of someone who doesn't DO oral to REQUIRE oral. You didn't say you needed it, but I've never seen ANY man BEG for it the way you did.

You reminded me of a cat. You ever seen a cat have a bowl of vittles placed in front of him? He smells AROUND the bowl, lightly paws the bowl...hell, my sister's cat even dipped his paw in the bowl and tasted from it to see if it was good. They sniff the bowl...walk around the bowl...

[See, I almost called you something...]

That was some unconscionable BULLSHIT!!! How you back up when I'm backing it up? The big finish was you jerking while I sat there amazed for the first time in my life. I've never had ONE dude prefer his hand over ~pointing to my pussy like Grace Jones~ "this". You didn't finish PORN-style (a lil jerk at the end on the ass, back, etc) Nah, it was like it was the ONLY way you could come.

~Step AWAY from the porn...you've done too much!
~Stop RUNNING your damn mouth...you can't back it up!
~:::looking around nervously and whispering::: ...you better not neva tell nobody, but gawd...

Yea...

I wish I had never...*in my Smokey voice* never never never...gave you some. You got cum, no shot...off, no jack, glove no love...love no glove...talk no action...you ain't NEVER got two things at the same time.

Thanks for the moments I can't get back...

Anonymous. <__<  lol

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

9~My Body Is A Temple



Does your religion/beliefs hinder your sexual expression?

Yes and No.

I'm not very religious, I'm spiritual. I believe in Christ and I believe in sin. In THAT way, it is hindered...yet for me the word "hinder" is strong. It's a choice for me to remain celibate. My abstinence transcended into a celibacy due to my own personal desires to make a change in my life. I exercise discipline over my flesh because I believe that I'm at a point in my life where God is calling me to live right. You can't advise folk of something you're not practicing...so, I keep my legs closed. lol This of course is an easy feat due to there being no prospective men in my life. Lord be a fence and a cold shower when an attractive man falls into my midst. ~phew~

I want to be able to draw the line between the one who desires me and the one who wants to fulfill my love's desires. I want my king to come into my life and I want to weed out all of those whose intent is purely lustful and not in line with my own beliefs.

I was in love and waiting for someone and I found myself very much in that situation by myself. What I need is to be on an eye to eye level with someone. I need to know that screwing me isn't his only goal.

I COULD do my thing...and still be okay with who I am and my own personal walk with God because it is mine and no one is going to be with me on Judgment Day...but it wouldn't in my opinion, lead me to the person who I want to be my last first kiss. Casual sex isn't in the cards for me at this point in my life's journey, therefore I am holding onto my treasure until I feel like sharing it.

Is my spirituality and beliefs and impetus to remain celibate? Yes. Is it a hindrance? No.

8~Red Light Means STOP!



What is your definition of rape? Date rape?

There is only ONE definition of rape/date rape. NO!

That word is the universal line for a wo/man's right to change her/his mind.

So often, I've heard explanations of how s/he brought it on her/himself, whether it was her/his clothes, her/his initial willingness to kiss, fondle, etc...but, the pointzilla is that even if in the middle of a hot and heavy petting session one comes to their senses and say "no"...back the hell up.

It goes without saying if it's a stranger...then it is automatically rape. Someone with no connection to you has no rights to your body...but, then neither does someone whom lines have been drawn for.

Did you know that a husband can "rape" his wife? Yes, indeed. RAPE is the act of violating someone's physical/emotional/mental space. If a wife isn't feeling her husband for any reason and she says no to him...by LAW if he takes her sex by force, it is rape. All she has to do is decide to press charges. That of course comes with submitting to a rape kit to prove forced intercourse. In the reverse case, I haven't heard or read how one might go about proving that, but I'm sure there's a way.

Bottom line, your body is yours. If you say "no" (male OR female) and someone continues to force themselves onto you...it is rape.

I DO know that some couples role play and in that sense (because they know each other's signals) they may have safe words that they use to end an uncomfortable position. Rough sex doesn't count because technically s/he is consenting...but, if s/he yells that safe word...that's a STOP right there and end this. If s/he were to continue forward...that would be a violation as well.

That's my not so humble opinion...

Monday, May 23, 2011

7~ Dear Sweet Dick Willies?



Write a letter to the best lover you've ever had...

Okay, let's clear this up...I am not ashamed that my sexual repertoire is limited. In my lifetime, I've had only 5 lovers...3 of which took place in a 3 year time span. I was on my "ho" shit I guess...lmao

My first love and my first REAL man held the record of 7 and 8 years respectively for how long we did the damn thing. Before that, I couldn't imagine having casual sex. There would've been about 2 more added to the list had they not been some scared asses, but whatever...probably saved me the trouble of having to cut their asses off, too...

ANY way...I'm breaking this up into things that each left me pleased with, for really no one stands out to me as being the ONE best lover...my first love almost makes it, but that's because he molded "it" first and very few behind him could "fit" the bill. CTFU!!!


Dearest, 1st...you showed me tenderness. I'm glad that you were the 1st. I'll never regret you. You gave me some of my most loving moments. The way you held me, stroked me, looked at me, smiled that smile at me...yes, boo...you gave me standards to live by. To this day...you're the ONLY man that's ever cleaned me off with the gentleness of a lover-in-love. I don't even know if you know that's what you did...but, thank you. Love, Pekoe Light ;)


Dear "Sir B"...you, too showed me tenderness...but, you were the first to give me angry sex. Yes...that, "Yvette & Jody" shit...more passionate than "good"...less, hateful than it was energetic. Thanks for taking it like I like it...Love, Your Indian Goddess ;)


Dear, "RC"...MAN...your tongue...should be mounted on my table. That is all. Thanks, That bitch!


Dear, Aries...You...showed me desperate lust. ~phew~ If only your sex was as good as the ego-stroking you gave me. SHEESH. You gave me compliments (Damn, son...my pussy taste like Vanilla and What?) LMAO Showing up for kisses and having hands like an octopus...wow. You really dug this "light-skinned pretty mothafucka with pretty legs and good pussy" LMAOOOOO Sincerely, THAT BITCH!


Dear, Titty-Sucker...I dug you mostly because you knew how to do things to my most sensitive area...my knockers. Sheesh...if only you weren't SO scared to eat pussy...I'm sure your tongue skills could've been the BOMB! Oh, quit jerking off...maybe you'll fuck worth a damn...Love, Kiwi. LMAO


There ya go...Letters to the NOT-so-fabulous five.

6~Don't Fight It, Papi...



Tell a story about how you would seduce someone you must have...

Well, other than just pushing him down, climbing on top of'em and doing my business...what else is there to say? LOL

Okay, Okay...I'm funnin' because honestly, I drew a blank the first day I saw this. I've been so unaffected by someone of late that I haven't thought about it. (Sad, I know...) So, I'll just go deep and think hard on someone who might fit the bill and get my grown woman on in this seductive narrative...

This guy is FINE...I mean fine ass frog hair, flea shit and fine print. His whole style is just that WAY that brothers do that make you want to discover what's between his ears, lips and thighs. Yes, talk that SHIT in my ear, drop the science, seeds and then them DRAWLZ...all for my kweenly delight. ~shiver~


I would (if I could) seclude this treasure of golden proportions...in a place no one could find him. I wouldn't cook for him...nope. That's too easy. That's "I'm-tryna-bait-a-husband" tactics!  I want him to get pampered in every way so that when I've successfully lulled him and softened his guard...I can eat him alive...


Yes, I'll bathe him...while he sips whatever he likes to drink to wind down...


Yes, I'll massage him with the sweetest, most sensuous oils...


Yes, I'll kiss him down and then up again...


Yes, I'll be wearing something sexy and easy-to-remove...


I'll even ask him how his day was...and listen. (no really...I'll listen)


Then...I'll take him. I don't want anything responding, except his dick. I don't want him to make one stroke. I don't want him in control of a thing. I want him to lie back and be ridden. I want him to  get on his knees while, I throw back all of "this" onto all of him. I'll feed him every drop of my anticipation for this moment...all he has to do is lick and swallow. Seriously...Don't move baby...just stay hard. I know it's gonna kill him...I mean, what man worth his sexual salt will lie still and not get the urge to move? It's akin to hearing music and your hips responding to the drums...I just don't want him to do a thing, but let me do MY thing.


I want him to smell like my peach cup ;)


I want to rest between my "takeover" and then climb back on like a champ. I want to officially, irrevocably, undeniably...PUT. HIM. TO. BED!!!


Then, if he wants...I'll make him a little something to eat. Then and only then can he come back and handle Mami like he wants to...



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