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For Her to Cum!
"I have a surprise for you tonight so cum home on time for it!" This is the text message Mo sent to me 10 minutes before I left work yesterday. I wasn't sure what he meant by it, but I did catch on to the fact that instead of typing the word "come" he used "cum." From the minute I met Mo, he made it clear to me that he lived for spontaneity and I should always be prepared. His favorite saying was, "If you're always ready then you don't have to get ready," so if at any time I was ever unprepared that automatically allowed him the opportunity to chastise me for it. I never know his plans in advance, but I always trust in the fact that the outcome will be extremely satisfying, so I did exactly as my man said to do: I took the express bus home and because there was no traffic I was able to arrive 15 minutes earlier than usual.
The First Time!
Yes, people, it is again story time and I've got another hot one for you. Just like my previous blog called His Slut in Public, this story also comes from the confessions section of my life and yes, I did just make that up. I really love the fact that people feel comfortable enough to talk to me about anything and everything, especially when they know I will blog about it. At the same time, I always assure people that whatever I write about, I always include a veil of anonymity by not writing the story the way it was told to me, therefore, I know the 'real' and I entice you with the fantasy. This confession came from an inbox conversation so the opportunity to get answers for any follow up questions I had were immediate which made the interaction more exciting for me. Believe me when I say that the tea poured in this conversation was boiling hot so as I pour out my version for you, please sip slow!
His Slut in Public!
Anyone that follows my blogs (for that I thank you immensely) knows that my main purpose is to turn you (the reader) on, to get your imagination going, and to also make an impression on you that I am a worthy and talented writer to check out on a regular basis. The stories/blogs I create come from many different avenues; from memory to conversation to imagination and all the way to confessions that people send to me via email. Out of all of these avenues, I enjoy the confessions and although I write this kind of stuff all the time, I'm always amazed at the level of candor people have with me. Either way, I make it my business to bring something juicy to the table to quench everyone's thirsts. This particular blog came from the confessions section and I have to say that when I read it, I not only clutched my pearls and gathered myself (shout out to 4THELOVEOFJOOSE as I absolutely love your catchphrase) I had to 'quiet' certain parts of my body that were cheering on the confession.
The love of my life, also known as my excellent level P dick works hard and makes great money. He has his own marketing company, has written a few books, and has several investments in the cannabis industry, so he's always traveling around the country. Sometimes when he's off on his long trips where we have to be away from each other for long periods of time and the need to release sexual tensions come along, we often find ourselves texting each other sexual innuendos & pictures. For the most part, erotic words and/or pictures help take off the edge or the need to fuck. Then there are times when pictures and a couple of clever sayings is just not enough.
Hungry for Your Touch!
I've never felt like that before, so overwhelmed with instant desire for a person that I just met—couldn't be possible, yet it was and for me it seemed completely insane. First off, I've never had a one night stand nor would I ever have thought that I could be emotionally detached during sex to the point where I could just walk away, never call or reach out to that person and be okay with it. I've never been about that life. Thank goodness for me that all the sexual encounters I've had in the past were emotionally and physically satisfying, long term and guided by love. Today though, clearly represented a new chapter in my life, I did not expect this at all. Keanu came into my life, set a new standard for my desires and I will forever be grateful to him. HOW DID IT ALL GO DOWN?! Well, let me tell you!
Borrow Your D**K?!
My career as a photographer was finally starting to take off. I was so busy crafting my artistic eye in order to take/create the best and most professional photographic moments out of my Fuji X-T3 camera that I didn't realize that I received an email inquiry about my work. A woman named Gayle from the Black Art Alliance in Youngstown Ohio reached out to me after she saw a couple of my posts on social media. According to her email, she was putting on an art showcase and wanted to fly me in for it, contract me to be the guest speaker and display my current works for sale. As I was reading the email, a slow realization came over me that I was officially being hired for my art and the excitement that ensued had me dancing to no music. The contract was attached to the email, all the details were clearly defined and the date of the showcase didn't interfere with my schedule so I had no problem printing, signing and forwarding back my response. Gayle must've been sitting by her computer and checking emails because it didn't feel like a whole minute had passed before she called me about my response. We had a great conversation where we discussed all of the details of the showcase, we answered any questions we had for each other and the phone call ended with us both feeling like we accomplished what we set out to do. The next email I received from Gayle was my itinerary, my plane tickets and my hotel accommodations info from the Wicktower hotel. Even though I was scheduled to leave a week later, it wasn't a problem for me as I already had a large sum of my portfolio printed and prepared for sale so all I had to do was pack and go.
So Good, So Big...
"As insane as it sounds, I almost went through with the decision to never fuck him again. Even though I was immediately attracted to him from the moment I saw him, never mind once we spoke to one another, his baritone voice had my clitoris trembling and his bad boy swagger made me lick my lips constantly... I was insistent on the fact that I would not fuck him ever again after the first time we did it.
"Pleasure Is Self-Care"
I made a confession via my blog called Pictures Speak to My Inner Freak that I make it a habit of scrolling, a.k.a. stalking people, on social media for all kinds of inspiration for my wordplay. Thank goodness for me, the people I follow and/or find then follow are very inspiring. Because of my constant scrolling, a.k.a. stalking, I was introduced to someone and some things that I didn't know about or understand, yet I was very intrigued to learn more.
A Rooftop F**k!
He is my secret yet perfect for me so I literally couldn't let him go. I have a boyfriend and he's good to me but my secret yet perfect man for me became my fix and I can't even go one day without my fix. Six foot two, muscular, chocolate, thick lips and grade A level pipe combined with a loving personality, bad boy persona and a hustler mindset made him so sexy/perfect for me... yet I can't be with him because I already have someone holding that position. He always picks the right time to call me, almost like he knows exactly when I'm alone and available for rendezvous. His job at a storage facility in my neighborhood made our meetings convenient so it became our meeting spot. Within minutes of his call, I would be riding the elevator with him to the roof of the storage facility. Because this is his job and technically he is on the clock, it always became necessary to keep in mind that the elevator camera was on and fully functional so restraint was key till we reached the top floor. Once off the elevator, as per his instructions I would wait by the door while he went around the hallway the opposite way in order to open the door to the roof for me from the other side. A well calculated path so that there was no actual recorded video of us going onto the roof of the building as that area was free from cameras. On the roof and feeling the summer breeze, the heat of the afternoon sun on my skin as his scent swam into my nose made me horny, his touch continuously awoke all of my senses and my lips never dared to say no or deny him anything he asks of me. I woke up feeling scandalous today so all I had on was a white spandex bra top and a matching mini skirt with no panties. As soon as he raised my skirt, the summer breeze started to caress my pulsating pussy and the sun's heat felt good on my waxed snatch. He bent down and started playing with my clit, the summer breeze blowing on it & every stroke of his fingers felt like a double with the breeze filling in like a hype man.
'I Can't Stop Touching It!'
I'm not sure if I'm sick, horny or in between but for whatever reason I can't keep my hands out of my juicy streams. Whether I'm home, at work, or out with friends getting drunk & my behavior is in disarray, I always find a corner to pull down my panties and play with my clit; my juices set free to flow, my thoughts become my porn and are always ready to go!
Sexy Chocolate P***y!
Her name is Queen and as royal as her name sounds is exactly how she moves. A DON'T TOUCH ME UNLESS YOU'RE WORTHY vibe rolls with her thick thighs as she moves through the streets and you'd better come correct when approaching her because she has some particular rules that you must abide by. How did these rules come about and what exactly does her rule book say? Let me tell you a little story before we get into all of that.
Pictures Speak to My Inside Freak!
"A picture is worth a thousand words" is how the saying goes but is that all a picture does? I would say no. Depending on what's going on in the picture, it can certainly generate or move you to have certain feelings, emotions and thoughts (for example, check out "Can You See My Freak?!"). Because of my love of photography, the fact is that when I write a blog I do my best to find a picture that represents what I'm saying and with the existence of picture-driven social media like Instagram and Tumblr, I'm constantly scrolling through pictures that naturally invoke feelings in my mental Yoni.