Long Time Cummin,From a Mistress Prospective by~Dream~

Long Time Cummin(From A Mistress Prospective)

It was nice him seeing again

my Dear long lost friend

such a busy man

so considerate of him

calling to see how I've been

checking up on how I was doing

I said to him "I've been very busy"

He said that he missed me

declared that he would like to see me

I said "anytime for you

my Dear friend"

Actually,I was impressed

no flattered

it was I, that HE

wanted to spend his

free time with

We scheduled an 8pm

late dinner date

We arrived simultaneously

at the place

where we always meet

The staff know us by name

our table seating is always

the same

We greeted with a long hug & a french kiss

He pushed in my chair

which reminded me

how he was such a gentleman

A few minutes went by

we didn't speak

just stared into

each others eyes

I wanted to break the ice

However,I was not going to be the one

who would speak first

When we last conversed

things were hostile

Tonight I wanted to remain amicable

all I could do was sigh and smile

I didn't want to risk

my mouth getting a foot in it

I propped my chin with my closed hands

moved in

Anticipating his chosen words

He cleared his throat and asked "do you have a curfew"

I said "no-the kids are gone for the summer

so-yes, I can stay out as late as I want to"

He said-"You look exceptionally good and its really nice seeing you again

seems like its been so long. I was afraid

that you wouldn't pick up the telephone

because of your last message to me"

""I never want to see you again

and I think its better that we split

and no longer speak""

I said-"you know I was mad at you

and I always say things in the heat

things I lash out at you"

(I always had a rebuttal, that pertained words that I didn't mean)

He said "how are the kids

and how's life been treating you

is there a new love in your life

if so, has he been good to you"

I said "the kids are doing just fine

and I'm not stating if there's someone

new in my life"

I said,"how are your sons&the wifey?"

(He's always up in mine

forever being so nosey)

I said "is she finally treating you righteously

or is she still gettin on your nerves nightly?

He said "well, you know things haven't changed

she's still bitchin & carrying on the same way"

I said "oh I see, thats the reason for this

late night gathering

the marriage between you two

is still being lived out unhappily"

I said,"So sorry to hear that your marriage still is not taking

a pleasant path"

He said "its okay, I am with you, which is where I want to be at"

I said "Excuse me, I'll be right back"

He said "I'll miss you when you're gone

so please hurry back

I want you to sit on

whats rising here in my lap"

I walked away from the table

switching my ass

strutting & occasionally giving a look back

While in the restroom, I fixed my hair

touched up the makeup on my face

puckered my lips restoring the MAC "Nymphette" lip gloss

He loved to taste

I checked myself making sure nothing

was out of place

the pheromones still remained

my antiperspirant still doing its thing

I glanced in the mirror for one last time

said to myself, "You sexy mutha...lets go out here & finish wowing

this man and once again, spring this nicca...so he'll spend

his very last dime on you, his Princess"

I laughed aloud and whispered,"His Seductress"

I approached him slowly from behind

kissed his ear & frontal lobe

grabbed between his thighs

I thought inside...my next move-he'd certainly be ready to go, if he didn't

we'd surely give this establishment a show

I placed my G-string panties

in his front suit pocket

He yelled to the waiter--"TICKET!"

I corrected him-"HE meant, may I get the check please"

He reached for the pocket that held my precum saturated panties

and began wiping the sweat

from his brow & forehead

He yield to give them a long deep inhale

I erotically watched, now utterly amused

As he quickly shoved my panties

into his Calvin Klein boxers

massaged himself with them

He licked at his lips

looked at me

I brushed my hair to one side

seductively ran my fingers down my neck

to my buxom breast & fondled one of my erect nipples

thru my dress

He leaned into me

with his lips

he gave my arm & chest two small pecks

He whispered into my ear

using his naturally sexy baritone

"I want you sooo bad

it wasn't one night

that I did not think of you

when my wife and I made love

all I could do was think about you

I tried to get her into the things

that you and I do

she just wouldn't budge

Babygirl,you really DO NOT know

how bad I missed you

dammit woman, you just drive me wild

with all that you do"

He said,"I am sorry for not taking you seriously, I was stupid brushing

off your needs"

I smiled & bashfully blinked my eyes

to confirm that I had agreed

with all that he said

I grabbed a linen napkin

from the table

to catch the remaining sweat

held & kissed his left hand

while he wrote his signature

on the credit card slip

with the other hand

I thought to myself

This man is oblivious

what I, his Mistress

had in store for him

It was so obvious

that he was lacking

It was all of me, that he had been missing

I am the one who would have

to take care of him

continue to fill in the gaps

fulfilling all his freaky fetishes

always being more desirable

And one could only imagine

what would transpire

the rest of the night

with this man
whom I've nicknamed

The Sexually Deprived Husband 2b continued....~Dream~

Sweet Treats, Sweet Passion by~Mrs ATD~

Sweet Treats


Some desserts are so decadent 
Others are heaven sent
Desserts will vary from 
Chocolate pleasures to caramel lust
Both will make you bust
Not all desserts are meant to be indulged daily
Some desserts you must have as a part of your day
I had to have my chocolate fix
My Milky Way
I am such a spoiled kid
Filled with greed
The need to feed 
On sinful treats,that often comes to me
I was craving caramel,but chocolate was more within my reach
Chocolate filled that desire to binge 
Greased the wheels churning inside of me
Chocolate drippings had me so wet,yummy, and sweet
My chocolate pleasures,dark,slim, and nutty
Its flavor packs a powerful punch
So rich, I cannot handle it all at once
I must eat slowly to enjoy every morsel 
A moan I release after each bite
Chocolate pleasures, damn you hit all the right spots
As I reach my euphoric peak, I stop to think 
What I would have done to have caramel lust running through my veins
The reuptake is quicker
Although its a thicker substance
The sugar high last a lot longer
My wheels turn faster and every crack is lubricated
My caramel lust keeps both lips moisten 
My favorite flavor choices
I would have chosen it
But chocolate pleasure came and kidnap me
Like a neanderthal, it hit me over the head with its 
Big cocoa stick
Leaving me blank and in a stupor
Consciousness has returned
The chocolate buzz is over
My head is sore, neurons tingling 
My cocoa desire is gone
Sensation is not lingering 
A craving for stimulation still exist
My pleasure center is less than half empty
Damn, the chocolate frolic did nothing for me
Fuck, caramel lust should have jumped out of my candy dish
And strangled me
Caramel lust is all I need
But for whatever reason, caramel lust magnetic energy 
Payed me no attention
Perhaps its lust wants to savor me
Or does it want to starve me
Dammit, caramel lust you know I crave you
Fuck it, I am going to take and devour you
I will regurgitate you, so I will always have you
Caramel lust, such a sweet passion.....my flavor of the month
~Dream~

Aug.28,Dear Diary

Dear Diary:


I got my music on blast this afternoon,listening to,Mia X"I'll Take Ya Man",lol,I know right real gangsta tunes. I had to get hyped today after a really shitty week. Plus, I follow Mia X on twitter,I cannot stop laughing my ass off, at her talking about a lady who "fotted" on the plane,she said it "smelled like chitterlings",just straight ass "fot"lmao. I thought my tweets are interesting,but the celeb tweets are off the chain,especially LiL Mo,omy,she has me laughing on the floor,with her "messy"talk. She play cusses,she is a church diva,entertainer,but will take it to the street on you.
My weekend was totally laid back,spent it at home with the kiddie crew. I had a couple dates during the week. Yeup,I am not one of those chicks who lives for the freakin weekend, do whatever I want during the weekday and weekend,no biggie. 
My dates were not all that,guys are so full of shit,wow-I hate I am slightly clairvoyant,my gift has been working overtime lately. I spent a couple afternoons with an old friend of mine, who claim that he wanted to start dating me. Yawn, heard that one before. He is cool to hang with, has great creative input for my business. But, him as my man,no way...geeesh.
Then I went out with this big greasy nigga,lol,I am sorry,this my diary, so I can say what in the hell I want...right,thank you.  Well,he owns his own business too,so he rolls up in the Mercedes Benz,all cleaned up "for me". I was slightly impressed, until he said,"Mommie wants this don't she,you can have it boo,but we got to put all our money together in one big pot,so we split the pile". My eyes were bugged outa my head listening to this Faizon lookin negro tell me that I would have to give him my money, I make, to divide, man he was tripping. And just because you drive a Benz does not mean that I am going to just surrender my ass to you,hell nah big boy.
All last week, I got some random calls, all from lames. The tenderonie called to see if i would pick him up from work, I declined the ten bucks he offered as gas. I did not want to be bothered with him, and his foolishness. IF he had more than just dick to offer me, I might have entertained picking his string bean ass up, but nahhhh,he cannot get back where he use to be with me. 
Non compliance is the word of the day.....the main reason why I do not allow certain men in my circle. 
I am so waiting for my sweetie,fuck Daddy,or my present love interest to slip up with me. I am not anticipating it, but I can't be naive. I know he is not perfect. I trust him, only when he is in my presence...no different from the rest. 
I only went out with the other two guys because I was bored, I wanted to see what they have been up to, and that is about it. Plus, the Faizon look-a-like filled up my tank cuz, he does stuff like that. The other friend held my camera for a clip I posted on my webpage, harmless. 
My sweetie has a demanding work schedule, flexible only when he wants to do what he wants to do....you feel me. Men easily hide behind their work when someone or something is pulling on them, and for whatever reason they cannot make it...work is always the blame. OR, I love those who have kids and their Baby Moma pulls them every which way because they have a child or two in common. I do have sympathy, somewhat, but kinda hard to pull that card on a woman who cares for more than two children solo...with minimal family support. 
Women are slick,lol,hellooo,I am one,lmao...using the child to dump guilt on the guy because he has to work to provide for his child and sometime that may include overtime, so he misses a recital or a game. I say,ladies, do not be hard on him,there are a lot of fathers who want to be there and cannot or some who have the opportunity, but still choose not to be the active parent. Count your blessings ladies,if he misses a lot of things then yeah, get in his ass, but if he has an legitimate excuse-nothing you can do,but play the role of both parents til things change. I had the life that involved an active father once upon a time,oh so long ago, but he did not work enough hours. Which caused financial strain on the family. Thus, why I had to get out and get my hustle on. He started to hate me, for whatever reason, we fought all the time because he was here all the time, getting in my ass for no damned reason...he became a drunk and I am so glad that part of my life is over, and my children were happy to see us split. 
Anyway,geesh, I lost my focus there for a minute. Had a black woman flash back,lol....you know we think about the negative,never memories of the ex in a positive light. 
LOL-is this what I am like without my Vitamin D,really,wow,I can be a real pain in the ass,wow,I got to get my dick really soon then. I need sex like four times a week, this is the number me and my  pussy has came up with. It has to be fulfilling dammit, not some random shit. Something has got to give, now that I have started back having sex, so soon already,I feel like I am on a fucking schedule, not good, time to switch it up. Saturday fucking only,simply just won't do for me. I require to be sexed more often than a weekend fling. I can go without sex for good lengths, but once I get it, it has to be maintained because if my present partner cannot produce it as needed, he will either get replaced or I cut off sex entirely, to regroup and try months later. 
I was so angry with my sweetie recently, but I kept my feelings to myself, but its so time to release those emotions. Either I write about it or we have angry sex, and that has not happened because when I see him...his face makes me happy...I forget why I was angry in the first place.
Like I said, last week was really shitty, and I really needed him my friend and lover to come by and see me. Schedule did not permit it, but still...I told him I am like a spoil brat when it comes to my time....grrrrr. I am pouting as I wrote this,yes, I am....lips poked out, eyes droopy,as a matter of fact my eyes are watery, like I am about to cry. I am horrible, yes I know. 
I am now playing "I want your sex" by George Michael...shaking my hips,wearing nothing but some a pair of hipsters and a tank. I wish I was riding his dick while singing/dancing to this song,high energy. (SIGH)
Ha, I am such the succubus, I told him that, so he better watch out. I cannot wait til we do everything on my checklist,lol,starting with a role play session. I am going to show him how differently I treat him verse these other MF'ers that have had a chance to be in my presence. 
The next thing on my list is to get fucked facing the city of Atlanta. Yes at a luxury hotel, on the balcony or windows wide open and I/we want to do a live sex cam show. He wants to sex me while others are viewing, oh that is so easy to do. I want him to "show off" to my wana be's, fans, admirers, and groupies. They will so envy him, and I will enjoy every moment of it. 
Well, let me wrap up this writing, off to the next page,I have to rant a lil bit more.
Kisses to you,
~Dream~

Dear Diary,August 14

Dear Diary:


Its Sunday morning and the kiddies are all gone to Mothers for the day. I am fresh out of the tub, had to soak my body. Its been awhile since I was able to just sit and soak in a hot tub of water without no interruptions. 
I am in bed listening to Xscape "Tonight" first song that came to mind when I woke up this morning. The full moon from last night left its glow on me. You should see the grimace on my face, my eye's are greener than ever, my hips feel like jewels. I cannot help but get out my bed and slow wind to the music. 
After another night of passion and pleasure, the lust is running heavy in my veins today. Last night full moon sex was very magical. I felt like howling at the moon due to going a week without  my Vitamin "D". 
When he walked through the door, I felt a rush, I almost stumbled in my stiletto's walking toward him in a short sexy contemporary dress....wearing no panties underneath. (Yes, I was looking for trouble.) I wanted to rip his shirt off him then work my way down to his waist, using only my teeth to maneuver his clothing off his caramel body. I held back, I had to model about for a lil bit....you know, the Diva in me, had to show off the goodies before we indulged. 
Besides if I had touched him, I knew that I would not be able to change into something a lot more provocative. I had promised that I would wear my fishnet body stocking for him this time, so I had to hold back a week's worth of desire. 
The body stocking added to the arousal tremendously. He enjoyed it, I enjoyed receiving what he gave me. I knew he wanted to get a little more rough with me. I was mentally preparing myself for the moment where he turned into this beast, but he confirmed what I had suspected..."I had to catch myself"he calmed down for me,he said. I was willing to take anything that he was serving, that was just how horny I was. 
Now usually, I am the Dominatrix Dream when I am wearing the body stocking. But for some odd reason, I allowed him to take over me.
Our minds and body were encapsulated, the universe was ours. The sex is extraordinary, nothing like I have ever had. 
The mental connection is super cool to intellectual and the physical attraction is powerful yet contained (my only fear is, what will happen when its fully unleashed, will it be like a paranormal experience....I warrant its presence).
When he inserted his dick in me, my body shivered from sure pleasure. My nipples peaked even harder. I held onto the back of his head, licked at his lips,soft as petals. As he slow stroked  my pussy, I felt the electricity...very intense, like I had stuck my finger into a light socket....a lil pain, but a lot of pleasure, although it hurt....I had to repeat because it felt so damned good. 
I held back my tears of happiness, spread open my thick thighs to feel every movement. I grabbed at his muscular thighs, and firm buttocks as my pussy opened to compensate his growth. 
He gave me a half  neck full of roses, I wanted more...harder and deeper into the skin.  They make pretty presents to look upon later in the week when I am craving more. All I have to do is touch my neck, the sensation comes and makes me wet instantly. 
I am gently touching my clit, wishing it was his tongue gracefully tasting me. He has the art of oral sex mastered;however, he does not top my Certification in Seduction and my PhD in Fellatio. I spoiled him with chocolate Redi-Whip and my reverse extreme suction. I showed him how much I had appreciated the time and thought that he has put into me. I sucked his big strong black dick down to his chocolate covered balls. My tongue massaged his perineum, I would have went further, but I wanted to make sure he was okay with it. Retrospectively,he would have let me stick my tongue into his ass. He is just that open minded, next time....my tongue will venture further. 
We changed the sheets, made the bed, and still messed up my $300 comforter. I skeeted through the top blanket onto the comforter down to the freshly changed linens. My snapper pussy was squirting all over that caramel cock. I had him convulsing with this orgasm, his dick just would not stop cuming. 
I stood with my hands on my hips, all I could do is shake my head....I wanted to say "well,well,well,now what...who are u again,and where did you come from,and take me to your leader"lol. Instead, I kept silent and took my third shower of the evening. I sung in the shower, not one broken note and smiled like the Cheshire cat.  
Daddy cock had conquered the pussy once again, hands down.....he did that. My "feathers" were fluffed too, my stance is perfect and my ass is radiating. Two ego's were majorly stroked,so full,there was no room for anyone else. He left with the usual, a deep tongue kiss and hug  good night. But last night, this roosters' chest was swollen more than normally. Because he knew that he gave his hummingbird what she needed to have a good night of quality sleep. 
Hummmm.....but my eye's are still greener than ever, I batted them when I closed the door. See, its that look and smile combination that seals my Dream magic. Along with letting him know he is greatly appreciated and its all about him when he is with me, one of my secrets to keep him wanting more. I do want him as much as he wants me,I have my moments throughout the day, but I contain myself by getting occupied with other duties. I have to, in order to ward off the festering sexy thoughts of him. 
Now I am playing "Softest Place on Earth" by Xscape, ready to cum.
Good bye for now
Kisses to you,
~Dream~

Dear Diary,August 8

Dear Diary:


Today I am in super sexy single Mommy mode. I am cleaning up and responding to messages, ignoring some stupidness coming my inbox. 
I cannot believe the things that men will try to get my attention. Unbelievable, but all bullshit because they just want to fuck...lol,duh. Some are honest with their intentions,but others want to buy their way between my legs. From the teller at the bank who insulted me by offering me $40 for some sex,I think oral only...but still,WTF...if I was in the business of selling my goodies straight up, it would not be that cheap. Yes, the phone got hung up on that one.  
My stalker fan is trying everything to get at me, he offered to put gas in my truck yesterday and has been blowing my phone up....I guess whenever I decide to pick up he will be satisfied. He thinks that he wants me as his girlfriend, nah...he can never be my man, and he knows why. I will never sleep with him,the opportunity he had with me is long gone. Some men, I swear cannot take rejection,they are worse than women. Geesh,its Atlanta there are plenty women here,so stop the bitchassness.
My Xman, Mr. TakeOver brother, he has been calling me to see when I am going to allow him back in my life. I have told him over and over that we can be friends,that is about it. He is having a hard time understanding that too. This morning he proposed that i allow him to come over and let him lay up in my bed and suck on my tits. He then reminded me how I use to suck his dick all day when I was on my period. Like really,lol...my reply"dude,those days are so long gone". I have given him a chance to get back with me, but he wants it back the same way it was, like nothing ever happen. That is just not possible. He and I would have to be in an open relationship because he cheats too damn much. And expects me to act peachy, like his wifey....cook, clean, do porn with only him....hell no. The sex with him is ok,but last time was not all that.  I paid for the hotel room, and gave him gas money to get home,I told him I pretty much tricked off with him,lol. Plus he does not do anything spectacular in the bedroom...he does the same old shit,lol...from the back...legs up in his chest,in the buck,and wants head...like that is sooo boring. Compared to what I am getting served with now,WOW,major upgrade. 
Yesterday my Xman,the former live-in, talked about my present situation...guess he read the blog from yesterday,lol...he is all jealous and was yelling at me. Yes, he was yelling at me...hell, I do not know how we got on the subject of what I am doing and who I am doing it with. This nigga got straight nasty with me. I hung up the phone, like who in the hell are you...damn near impotent ass,Captain Broke Dick. Broke in the pockets and in the pants,lol,I am serious. He got amnesia about the shit he pulled when he was "the man" hitting this, he was not concerned about a whole lot of shit, like he claims to be concerned about now. And he can keep the money I loaned to him, I will write that shit off....charge it to the game. 
My former ball player friend commented to me,"no wonder you cannot come drink from my stream, you drinking from that new fountain,you always flaking out on me". I had to correct him because fuck Daddy does not live in west hell Douglasville,we live in the same county. Also, I gave that character a chance to have a piece of me, but he is hella busy with coaching, kids and his landscaping business. So whatever,try again buddy. 
I am still on my bullshit free diet,feeling good. I do not have to deal with the offerings of dick and cash. Those who are going to do for me will,without me having to fuck them, and they have my Bank of America account number to do so. Local folks who really want to bless me with gifts,do it without expectations...if you think you will get me in return, think again. A tank of gas is not an even exchange for some of my ass or time. 
I do not see the big rush,lol,you had what years to get with me and years to do right by me,this is nothing new. 
Hell, i am still laughing at my Xman Mr.TakeOver,he asked"can I be the first person to get your pussy after you get off your period",lmao! I started to sing the lyrics to "Creep Inn"by Ideal...."Meet me at the creep inn We can spend the weekend I got what you’re seeking"....LOL,I am so not going back to that drama man or any of the others who had their chance. I am looking forward. 
What these men fail to realize, they think that its flattering or whatever that I allow them into my "world" to which they have access to my online social networks. I just want them to see where I am going, far beyond where they could ever take me. 

Dear Diary,August 7

Dear Diary:

I am laying in bed reminiscing about last night. The sheets smell like him,more like him and I on a high. The sex was outstanding and the feeling I get from just thinking about him is incredible. 

Seeing him fuck me in the mirror last night was ever so freaky, I liked it a lot. The look he gave me was like he was about to eat me alive. He stares into my soul. When we have sex it fulfills my entire being. I cannot stop thinking about the feeling he gives me. He does not have to touch me, our sexting is very intellectual, hyper powered stimulating conversation. I like that he can keep up with my appetite....mentally and sexually.  Its almost frightening, lol, I almost want to say that I have met my match. 

From the first time our eyes met we have had a strong attraction for each other. It was contained yet,if you could peel back one layer, you would see the wilderness running through our minds. 

I was afraid to kiss him because kissing to me is just as powerful as sex. It exchanges the energy between the two even quicker. His energy is something I wanted,I now need. I crave him, he craves me. I want to call him a caramel lust and I am his thick dream. 

I do not dream, but I dreamed of last night before it actually happened. My dream was very vivid, i could taste and smell him. And the dream was accurate, his scent was exactly how I imagined and his head was positioned where I had envisioned, on my bosoms. My hand massaged his head slow, applying gentle kisses to his forehead, while he stroked slow and deep.

Its amazing that I can stand to have him eat me the way he does, usually I cannot take oral sex nor have I been able to receive it correctly. He is far from the usual. The puddle that he makes from eating my pussy, he licks it up and kisses it back into my mouth. Yummy. 

My pussy throbs whenever he is near me, it jumps like a frog is inside of my vagina. He enjoys seeing her on his veiny dick, We both love to feel him grow inside of me with slow deep strokes. 

I am closing my eyes, I can see his ass bouncing in the mirror. Looked like he was doing some exotic dance, precision with each stroke. I wanted to bite his ass, he has a very cute butt,lol. He is always complimenting me,"your sexy ass"....my ass, he is very fond of indeed. His tongue went into my crack, I squealed and giggled like a little girl. I smiled at the vision in my mirror. 

This is truly a first for me, a man that gives me everything without me having to piece him together with another. How he fucks my mind has my pussy contracting, my medulla wet and anxious but patient. The wait heightens the arousal. When we are face to face, there is no immediate rush to touch or grab. The attraction is strong, so we ease into the groove of each meeting. A slight touch to the arm or a brush on my ass, very simple yet the energy behind each touch electrifying. The kiss is extreme, its like watching a movie on fast forward. The rush is far more invigorating than any drug. I can see,taste, sense the events of his day, he gives me all of the good and bad from it. I recycle it and give it back to him, clean positive energy. 

A few hours with him seems like minutes, not a dull moment, his is very attentive. Whatever I ask, I receive it, not half ass...given back a hundred and ten percent. I know, its kinda scary, being this open. At first, I felt vulnerable like a lil lamb chop and he is the hungry hunter. Now I see, I am just as hungry as he. He fills my appetite to where I can burst and go to sleep for an entire day. And in my slumber my body will still be moving from the sensual sex. He has shared that I come to him in his dreams, I concur, he is stalking mine too now. 

The first time we had sex, I cried like a baby. I felt like such a bitchass for doing such. He made no big fuss about it, and reassured me it was okay. It was then I knew that he was special and this was something to be cherished, not abused or exploited. He has given me the power to control the dynamics of this,whatever it is. Most would take advantage, but not I. I will use my "key"as needed.

I feel so stupid for depriving myself from pleasure all this time. Maybe this is just me playing make up,idk. I enjoy every last minute of it,lol. I am never depriving myself again in this life from the desire that I deserve. Yes, there are many streams that I could drink from but right now, I am stuck at this fountain....getting my thirst uninhibitedly quenched. Damn, it feels so good. You should see the look in my eye right now,the same look that I give him when he is front and inside of me. Him being in me, has elicited a glow that others wished they were able to ignite....and others wish they could extinguish the inferno we have created. 

Good luck I say because this type of force is very hard to darken. My only advice to the admirers and wana be's....become an onlooker and enjoy the view what human nature has gifted me with. A cotton candy web of ecstasy, passion, and realness within a person I can be open with-a true friend.

Kisses to you,

~Dream~