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.

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.

I'm home...

a hard day's work
out in the cold of the world
he comes home
near dark
looking for love from his girl
she's got this way
how she soothes his day
she's got this way...
that makes it hard to stray
he comes home weary
body bent from the strain
she's got excellent senses
so she calls his pet name
"sweetness, come here..."
she sings lyrically
he sits down beside her
she picks his brain...literally
she places his head
in the palm of her hands
strokes him
his body in her command
his day fades to black
her seduction is at full blast
eye contact
plus skills
equals man relaxed
into her...she's got him
moving in on his ache
tending to each hurt
with kisses on his face
he moans
"i'm stressed..."
she whispers "i know babe"
he moans
"i love you"
she smiles and says the same
she knows what he needs
so she supplies
his body language speaks
...her he can't deny
came in exhausted
by a day of life's shit
one touch from her
and he just won't quit
he came home looking
for love from his girl
she gave him just that
...now all's right with the world...