Dear Diary:
I'm half sleep composing this message. I am not sure what time of day it is, I think its afternoon. The sun is trying its hardest to peep through our room darkening drapes. My hair is all over my head. I had to wash my face&blot my hair because of the combo of dried slob and cum on me.
My head is throbbing slightly from all the laughing and wildness we had at his birthday party last night. I may have to hire a housekeeper to come clean all this shit up too. I know I am not doing it by myself. I'll be sending a bill to that lush old bitty down the street. She spilled an entire glass of Mai Tai on our off white rug. She was too busy flirting with the entire room instead of holding onto her damned drink.
My huny made this punch he calls"Can Do"juice,lol. I am not sure what kind of liquor he puts in it, but its strong and sweet. That punch made the party. The neighbors kept asking"what did you put in this,its sooo good". My huny never answered "oh its that good,huh,then have another" he would say.
Dinner was a hit too, my Chef friend Andy came over early to prepare it and left before any guest arrived. He cooked a slamming prime rib roast, layered mac n cheese dish with gourmet cheeses, collard greens, green beans, honey yeast rolls, salad with cranberries walnuts and feta cheese. The appetizers were a hit also, he made mini quiche and bite size apple pie topped with turkey bacon bits. For dessert I ordered his birthday cake from a bakery in Buckhead. The 3D cake was made in the shape of a curvy woman's torso, she (the cake) wore a open breast corset and a half open purple tutu exposing her hairless pussy. The front was made of vanilla cake and the back was made of chocolate cake. He loved his cake, said it was"very moist and delicious" as he stuck his finger in the pussy part of the cake.
I was totally surprised that the party turned out good. The people who were ready to have us burned and stoned are actually a pretty wild bunch. Our neighbors a rowdy crowd together, glad that was the first and last party we invite them to. I know a few of them are so embarrassed how loose they got. The old bitty down the street got so wild she started to suck our mechanic dick in the kitchen, and allowed everyone to watch after I walked in on them. That right there was the ice breaker of the night. It was on after that! Our fellow homeowner association members got extra freaky. The Vice President of the association (that heifer) got pissy drunk, puking her guts out, the bitch could barely stand up. My best friend Ray had to help her drunk ass to the bathroom, where he winds up bending her over on the sink and fucking her with the door open. Very interesting sight to see, a drunk bitch puking in the sink while get fucked from the back.
I had to check the old bitty because she was trying to suck every dick at the party then tried to say that "someone owed her some money". I made a loud announcement and she knew damn well I was talking to her ass"listen up everybody,this is my man birthday party,and we came together have some fun, there will be NO taxing,if you giving up ass,that's on you,but you will NOT be charging NOBODY in my shit,ONLYYYY,if I get a percent...just kiddin,but NO TRICKS in my shit,THAT IS ALL". The nerve of that woman, she sat her decrepit ass down after that.
My huny and I were pretty contained at the party, that was how he said it had to be "allow them to show their true colors, and all we do is sit back and watch". We made out a little bit in front of our guest, but we did not have sex. Our neighbors are an attractive crowd too, but the thought of them trying to kick us off the committee&out of the community kept my pussy closed and his dick limp.
Our fun began when the last neighbor walked out, and the deadbolt was put on the door. We both did a little victory dance, gave a chest bump then fist pound and kissed. He wanted to talk about the events of the evening, I did not want to think about those people. I snatched his slacks down, grabbed a sour gummie worm from the candy dish and started licking him from behind.
We are in the kitchen, I pushed the ottoman next to the island that he is leaning against. I reach for the bottle of extra virgin olive oil (yes, the same one we used for our dinner salad). Poured out a handful, and lubed his dick very well. I jerked his dick while licking his balls and I didn't stop there. I licked beyond his balls, tongue in his ass crack. I massaged the gummie worm against my tongue while tongue massaging his ass. I put my nails into his firm buttocks, rubbed that hairy bright skin booty some and kissed them handsome butt cheeks. His dick was so fucking rock hard, I had to taste him. Leaning over me, he anchored his dick into my mouth. Drunk mouth full of cock, I started to slobber. He bends down closer to play in my pussy. The wetness of him fingering and periodically slurping on my pussy could be heard throughout the kitchen, along with my slobbering dick sucking noises, such the perfect concerto.
I don't remember how we made it upstairs to our bedroom,lol. Parts of the night are coming back slowly, I do recall the sex we had, and some of the positions we did were compliments of the alcohol. Which explains the soreness I have today...ha ha. My thighs are burning like crazy, and I feel some bruising coming on my side. Damn, we must've went hard. I wonder if he'll allow me to ride him with his legs up (like he did last night) when he's sober. The ever so masculine man he is, probably not. Oh well, only means we got to get wasted in the near future.
My lips are craving the newly acquired taste of his yummmmmyyyy booty. As I type, I'm licking my lips, I want to creep upstairs and slip back into bed. I want him to wake from the rhythm of my tongue slow licking his perineum. After I finish my green tea, and finger my pussy til its sloppy wet that is exactly what I am going to do. We'll talk about last nights party after we finish our post party sexcellent playtime. That's how it is with us, no discussion of no one else until our (almost spiritual) very in depth sexing is over.
Ooops, I got cum on my keyboard....time to stop masturbating and go sneak attack my huny.
Til next time.
Kisses to you,
~Dream~
Sunday, November 18, 2012
Monday, November 5, 2012
In The Gym With Dream
Being myself in the gym shaking my ass...
Featuring Ms.Atlanta Thick~Dream~
&
The Infamous Onion Booty
2012 ThickDream Productions,LLC
MsAtlantaThickDream.com
Friday, October 26, 2012
Dear Diary Today I Rode The Magnificent Bastard
Dear Diary:
When I got on top of him in the long chair, these words were dancing in my mind. I think I will call this my "Ode To MR...Mr.Scorpio"
As I mount him
I begin to feel like a sexy blonde bitch, perky tits
The Princess Bride
Going for a ride,for the very first time
Anxious, yet cautious
I hold my breath
Slightly, I part my thick thighs
My King, underneath me
Anticipating, Him entering me
Heart racing, firm hands steady
Dick dripping
He grips, my wide hips
His sword, glides inside
There is some, resistance
I almost lost my, balance
Startled, from the popping of my tight pussy seal
The feeling, was outstanding
I'm now, riding him handsfree
A warm, feeling overcame me
My pussy, this ride, was like being on Safari
In the Serengeti
A little smooth, yet bumpy
Especially when, he starts to fuck me harder
Excited because
My cum, is of much abundance
My pussy, is squeezing him stronger
Immensely, turned on
The ride, gets longer
I was partially blinded, for a minute
Lost, my peripheral vision
The only thing, in sight
Our eyes, affixiated
Forehead to forehead
Watching, his big dick
Go, in and out
Out and in, of me
Chest to breast
We inhale, the pheromone euphoriant
Causing,our percolating orgasms
To mutually, explode
The Earth, stops
The Sun, sets
And, all that is left, is one grand, wet mess
Me,hair drenched, in sweat
My King,panting, as if he ran a triathlon
No words, exchanged
Two faces, radiating, from extreme pleasure
Two sticky, doffed,sexually intoxicated bodies
The remanence of this glorious ride.
©2012 Thick Dream Productions/Ms.Atlanta Thick~Dream~
When I got on top of him in the long chair, these words were dancing in my mind. I think I will call this my "Ode To MR...Mr.Scorpio"
As I mount him
I begin to feel like a sexy blonde bitch, perky tits
The Princess Bride
Going for a ride,for the very first time
Anxious, yet cautious
I hold my breath
Slightly, I part my thick thighs
My King, underneath me
Anticipating, Him entering me
Heart racing, firm hands steady
Dick dripping
He grips, my wide hips
His sword, glides inside
There is some, resistance
I almost lost my, balance
Startled, from the popping of my tight pussy seal
The feeling, was outstanding
I'm now, riding him handsfree
A warm, feeling overcame me
My pussy, this ride, was like being on Safari
In the Serengeti
A little smooth, yet bumpy
Especially when, he starts to fuck me harder
Excited because
My cum, is of much abundance
My pussy, is squeezing him stronger
Immensely, turned on
The ride, gets longer
I was partially blinded, for a minute
Lost, my peripheral vision
The only thing, in sight
Our eyes, affixiated
Forehead to forehead
Watching, his big dick
Go, in and out
Out and in, of me
Chest to breast
We inhale, the pheromone euphoriant
Causing,our percolating orgasms
To mutually, explode
The Earth, stops
The Sun, sets
And, all that is left, is one grand, wet mess
Me,hair drenched, in sweat
My King,panting, as if he ran a triathlon
No words, exchanged
Two faces, radiating, from extreme pleasure
Two sticky, doffed,sexually intoxicated bodies
The remanence of this glorious ride.
©2012 Thick Dream Productions/Ms.Atlanta Thick~Dream~
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Dear Diary Folk Doing Too Much
Dear Diary:
I've not had time to sit and think let alone try to put my thoughts in a written format. The past few weeks have been a circus. The envelope that showed up at our door, came with a headache. I was mistaken, it wasn't from the private investigator. That information from him, for some reason has not shown up yet.
The envelope contained various images of myself and my guy. The pics were of me with different men and pics of him with other women, and some screen captures from flicks that I had been featured in. The contents were regular and nude images. Issues started to arise when every single house on our street received the exact same brown envelope in their door. He was the one to open the envelope,I thought it was a joke until I checked our full voice mail from various neighbors including members of the Homeowners Association. They wanted answers, they are trying to remove my huny as President of the HOA. The lady who lives two doors down(who doesn't like me anyway) gently suggested that she Chair the holiday events that I was responsible for this year. That old bitty can have a seat, I am not stepping down because of this mess.
Everyday since that fucking envelope was dropped off, my guy has been popping Tums like Tic Tacs. We've not had an in depth conversation about the actual images, we have been primarily focused on making it livable in our neighborhood. You should see the looks these losers have been giving us. The images were no biggie, he knew that I was in adult films before. We both know that the other has had their share of outside "playmates". No one in our neighborhood knows about my sexxxy side and none of them know that we occasionally participate in the swinger lifestyle.
This bullshit comes kinda at the right and wrong time. My guy is up for a promotion within the department, and he was offered a Federal Agent job in DC. At first, I was supporting the move after the envelope arrived;however,I don't want to deal with the snow and being home alone even more because this new position is more money which means longer work hours. He wants the change, yet he doesn't want to be further away from his family. I just want things back to our version of normal and these nosy motherfuckers out of our hair.
The night the envelope arrived, he held me so tight,all I could do is release this big sigh. I felt like such a child in his arms. I listened to his every word that night, he explained how we were going to handle the situation. "Bae,we gotta make this thing go away like the fucking MOB"he said. "You're gonna have to do your part though honey...keep your conversations brief and basic...this is called damage control, do you hear me"he asked. "Yes dear"I said. He told me to plan a "surprise" birthday party for him before we leave for his annual birthday vacation(this year destination Waikiki). He said to invite everyone on the block, he wanted to give them all a "taste of our lifestyle". "Oh boy, this is going to be interesting"I thought to myself.
The next morning, he put some dick on my mind that I couldn't get off all day long. He brushed my hair away from my face,kissed my cheek then moved to my neck. He sucked and swirled his tongue on me while massaging my nipples. "Mmmmm"he said softly in my ear, as he simultaneously grinds on me. He worked his way down to my hips, holding them from behind he rubs his morning wood against my pantyless booty. I love how that felt. I pretended to be half sleep, as he lifts my left leg and slides inside of me. On my side, I didn't roll my hips trying to play groggy. He knew I wasn't that sleepy, my pussy was wide awake and sloppy wet. I couldn't pretend any longer, I pulled my knee closer toward me. He held onto me and went in deeper. His dick was sooo hot inside of my pussy, my muscles kept clinching on him. He pulls out and pounces on me. I am now completely on my back, he puts every inch of himself inside of me. He slowly pulls back,dick covered in our juices up to his navel. I started to squirt from that yummy sight, he inserts himself back inside and begins to vigorously fuck his pussy. The headboard slamming against the wall, his grunts echoed throughout the house,"uuuuhhhhhh-uuuhhhh"he cums all over my pussy. We kiss, he staggers to the bathroom, throws me a hot washcloth and starts his shower.
Today I'm handling the last minute details for our vacation and confirming who is attending his "surprise" birthday party. A couple of the guest tried to back out at the last minute, but I persuaded them to attend. They happen to be the main people who were putting up the big fuss about that envelope. I call them the"head hunters"who basically want us off the committees and out the community. These laid off and or retired neighbors who have no life, and they pretend like they never did anything adventurous in their day. My huny has this fucking spectacular plan, I hope that it works or I will be posting a For Sale sign in the yard the same night of the party.
I shared with the guy next door what was going on, he did not seem surprised at all. I wonder why?? Then it dawned on me, he does know that I've been featured in flicks as he was in one. And he does know that my huny has fucked around on me too. They were cool until he discovered that the neighbor was fucking me. Could it have been our neighbor who was trying to defame us? He does know sensitive information like that could hurt my huny career,but not really. Men in law enforcement have lives like everyone else, and cheating is not going to destroy his career. It does look bad, but it will not get him fired. Cops are not the most faithful folk in the world. Not an excuse, just a known fact.
The neighbor guy is on the top suspect list along with the old nosy heifer down the street. She has been trying to be my friend since we moved into this house. I do speak to her when I am out walking. I keep it brief, but damn she loves to pry. "Hey,how you been...how is work....I see you guys got a new car...he's doing good for a cops salary...to take care of you like he does"she said. I did not answer her panel of questions, I smiled and kept it moving. I think she has this thing for my guy, she's always asking about him. Once she asked him to look at her old beater(a 1985 Oldsmobile Regency). I told him he better not,hell...he knows nothing about cars that is why we have a mechanic. The following day after he gave her our mechanic number she rings the doorbell bright&early all made up. Her face covered in Mary Kay,and drenched in Avon perfume. She hands me a Tupperware container of homemade key lime cupcakes, his favorite(how did she know that). Good thing he wasn't home, I intercepted that "thank you" gift. Of course, he never saw those fucking cupcakes,lol.
Tonight after the dinner, I am going to suggest to my huny that we go outside and have SMASHtastic have sex on the side of the house. Hopefully, either that old bitch is looking or whomever is watching us, go at it in our yard. I want them to see, how well he fucks me,how good I take it, and how great I throw it back on him. Allow them to thoroughly examine our facial expressions. So they can see the evidence firsthand themselves. Which is-what we have is good,its concentrated,its naughty,its freaky,sometimes its nasty and its not going anywhere. I'm sure he'll agree, as he enjoys an audience. I know he will pull my hair, as he pounds me from the back. I bet he'll ask me to "spread that ass" (in his very commanding voice) before I grab my ankles for support, so he can clearly see his dick go inside my pretty pink pussy. I know I want to ride him in the gazebo on the long chair. With my back facing him,so I can see who is peeping out their window(nosy asses). I plan to bounce my fat ass in his lap, grab my gum drop nipples, and softly bite my bottom lip. Oh yes indeedy,we will be quite the vernissage tonight. Nothing like harvest moonlight fucking.
Let me wrap this up, my huny just text me. He's doing his own lil "investigation" on our neighbors. Wow,this message he just sent...one of our neighbors in the cul de sac is selling pussy from home. Interestinggggg, I bet its the old bitty,smh...her ass is almost 50! Damn shame, baking fresh cupcakes and selling stale cunt. I thought there was an age limit to prostitution. If there isn't one, there should be one,like who in the hell and what in the hell!! No wonder she's trying to get at my man, because the old whore can't get a man of her own-hot damn!
Okay,he's calling now. I must take his call, before he thinks I'm out fucking off. Be back after awhile. Take care.
Kisses to you,
~Dream~
I've not had time to sit and think let alone try to put my thoughts in a written format. The past few weeks have been a circus. The envelope that showed up at our door, came with a headache. I was mistaken, it wasn't from the private investigator. That information from him, for some reason has not shown up yet.
The envelope contained various images of myself and my guy. The pics were of me with different men and pics of him with other women, and some screen captures from flicks that I had been featured in. The contents were regular and nude images. Issues started to arise when every single house on our street received the exact same brown envelope in their door. He was the one to open the envelope,I thought it was a joke until I checked our full voice mail from various neighbors including members of the Homeowners Association. They wanted answers, they are trying to remove my huny as President of the HOA. The lady who lives two doors down(who doesn't like me anyway) gently suggested that she Chair the holiday events that I was responsible for this year. That old bitty can have a seat, I am not stepping down because of this mess.
Everyday since that fucking envelope was dropped off, my guy has been popping Tums like Tic Tacs. We've not had an in depth conversation about the actual images, we have been primarily focused on making it livable in our neighborhood. You should see the looks these losers have been giving us. The images were no biggie, he knew that I was in adult films before. We both know that the other has had their share of outside "playmates". No one in our neighborhood knows about my sexxxy side and none of them know that we occasionally participate in the swinger lifestyle.
This bullshit comes kinda at the right and wrong time. My guy is up for a promotion within the department, and he was offered a Federal Agent job in DC. At first, I was supporting the move after the envelope arrived;however,I don't want to deal with the snow and being home alone even more because this new position is more money which means longer work hours. He wants the change, yet he doesn't want to be further away from his family. I just want things back to our version of normal and these nosy motherfuckers out of our hair.
The night the envelope arrived, he held me so tight,all I could do is release this big sigh. I felt like such a child in his arms. I listened to his every word that night, he explained how we were going to handle the situation. "Bae,we gotta make this thing go away like the fucking MOB"he said. "You're gonna have to do your part though honey...keep your conversations brief and basic...this is called damage control, do you hear me"he asked. "Yes dear"I said. He told me to plan a "surprise" birthday party for him before we leave for his annual birthday vacation(this year destination Waikiki). He said to invite everyone on the block, he wanted to give them all a "taste of our lifestyle". "Oh boy, this is going to be interesting"I thought to myself.
The next morning, he put some dick on my mind that I couldn't get off all day long. He brushed my hair away from my face,kissed my cheek then moved to my neck. He sucked and swirled his tongue on me while massaging my nipples. "Mmmmm"he said softly in my ear, as he simultaneously grinds on me. He worked his way down to my hips, holding them from behind he rubs his morning wood against my pantyless booty. I love how that felt. I pretended to be half sleep, as he lifts my left leg and slides inside of me. On my side, I didn't roll my hips trying to play groggy. He knew I wasn't that sleepy, my pussy was wide awake and sloppy wet. I couldn't pretend any longer, I pulled my knee closer toward me. He held onto me and went in deeper. His dick was sooo hot inside of my pussy, my muscles kept clinching on him. He pulls out and pounces on me. I am now completely on my back, he puts every inch of himself inside of me. He slowly pulls back,dick covered in our juices up to his navel. I started to squirt from that yummy sight, he inserts himself back inside and begins to vigorously fuck his pussy. The headboard slamming against the wall, his grunts echoed throughout the house,"uuuuhhhhhh-uuuhhhh"he cums all over my pussy. We kiss, he staggers to the bathroom, throws me a hot washcloth and starts his shower.
Today I'm handling the last minute details for our vacation and confirming who is attending his "surprise" birthday party. A couple of the guest tried to back out at the last minute, but I persuaded them to attend. They happen to be the main people who were putting up the big fuss about that envelope. I call them the"head hunters"who basically want us off the committees and out the community. These laid off and or retired neighbors who have no life, and they pretend like they never did anything adventurous in their day. My huny has this fucking spectacular plan, I hope that it works or I will be posting a For Sale sign in the yard the same night of the party.
I shared with the guy next door what was going on, he did not seem surprised at all. I wonder why?? Then it dawned on me, he does know that I've been featured in flicks as he was in one. And he does know that my huny has fucked around on me too. They were cool until he discovered that the neighbor was fucking me. Could it have been our neighbor who was trying to defame us? He does know sensitive information like that could hurt my huny career,but not really. Men in law enforcement have lives like everyone else, and cheating is not going to destroy his career. It does look bad, but it will not get him fired. Cops are not the most faithful folk in the world. Not an excuse, just a known fact.
The neighbor guy is on the top suspect list along with the old nosy heifer down the street. She has been trying to be my friend since we moved into this house. I do speak to her when I am out walking. I keep it brief, but damn she loves to pry. "Hey,how you been...how is work....I see you guys got a new car...he's doing good for a cops salary...to take care of you like he does"she said. I did not answer her panel of questions, I smiled and kept it moving. I think she has this thing for my guy, she's always asking about him. Once she asked him to look at her old beater(a 1985 Oldsmobile Regency). I told him he better not,hell...he knows nothing about cars that is why we have a mechanic. The following day after he gave her our mechanic number she rings the doorbell bright&early all made up. Her face covered in Mary Kay,and drenched in Avon perfume. She hands me a Tupperware container of homemade key lime cupcakes, his favorite(how did she know that). Good thing he wasn't home, I intercepted that "thank you" gift. Of course, he never saw those fucking cupcakes,lol.
Tonight after the dinner, I am going to suggest to my huny that we go outside and have SMASHtastic have sex on the side of the house. Hopefully, either that old bitch is looking or whomever is watching us, go at it in our yard. I want them to see, how well he fucks me,how good I take it, and how great I throw it back on him. Allow them to thoroughly examine our facial expressions. So they can see the evidence firsthand themselves. Which is-what we have is good,its concentrated,its naughty,its freaky,sometimes its nasty and its not going anywhere. I'm sure he'll agree, as he enjoys an audience. I know he will pull my hair, as he pounds me from the back. I bet he'll ask me to "spread that ass" (in his very commanding voice) before I grab my ankles for support, so he can clearly see his dick go inside my pretty pink pussy. I know I want to ride him in the gazebo on the long chair. With my back facing him,so I can see who is peeping out their window(nosy asses). I plan to bounce my fat ass in his lap, grab my gum drop nipples, and softly bite my bottom lip. Oh yes indeedy,we will be quite the vernissage tonight. Nothing like harvest moonlight fucking.
Let me wrap this up, my huny just text me. He's doing his own lil "investigation" on our neighbors. Wow,this message he just sent...one of our neighbors in the cul de sac is selling pussy from home. Interestinggggg, I bet its the old bitty,smh...her ass is almost 50! Damn shame, baking fresh cupcakes and selling stale cunt. I thought there was an age limit to prostitution. If there isn't one, there should be one,like who in the hell and what in the hell!! No wonder she's trying to get at my man, because the old whore can't get a man of her own-hot damn!
Okay,he's calling now. I must take his call, before he thinks I'm out fucking off. Be back after awhile. Take care.
Kisses to you,
~Dream~
Monday, October 8, 2012
Dream is Seeing Pink
October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month
Reminder...
Please check your TAH TAH'S!
©2012 Thick Dream Productions/Ms.Atlanta Thick~Dream~
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Dear Diary Oct2_2012
Dear Diary:
I am really in a hot, sultry, sexy freakilicious mood and I just want to be smashed....I want to be fucked OR made deep passion love to,kinda but not really,lol....a good fucking will do just fine for this Diva.
I want to write about the things that have been occurring in my life,as its very interesting and ever so changing. But, I can't think about nothing else but sex...sex...sex...getting it....giving it...wanting it....needing it...having it....all the damned time!!
My nympho side has kicked in ultra drive. I want to tease him, I want to punish him, I want to drown him in all of my essence. Make him go crazy with visions of MEEE!! I am horrible,yes,I know. I cannot help it. It's part of my Goddess design.
The look in my eyes, the expression upon my face, explains that I deserve every naughty GOOD thing I want and need.
Kisses To You,
~Dream~
(Today is Kiss My Tooted Up Ass Tuesday!)
©2012 Thick Dream Productions/Ms.Atlanta Thick~Dream~
I am really in a hot, sultry, sexy freakilicious mood and I just want to be smashed....I want to be fucked OR made deep passion love to,kinda but not really,lol....a good fucking will do just fine for this Diva.
I want to write about the things that have been occurring in my life,as its very interesting and ever so changing. But, I can't think about nothing else but sex...sex...sex...getting it....giving it...wanting it....needing it...having it....all the damned time!!
My nympho side has kicked in ultra drive. I want to tease him, I want to punish him, I want to drown him in all of my essence. Make him go crazy with visions of MEEE!! I am horrible,yes,I know. I cannot help it. It's part of my Goddess design.
The look in my eyes, the expression upon my face, explains that I deserve every naughty GOOD thing I want and need.
Kisses To You,
~Dream~
(Today is Kiss My Tooted Up Ass Tuesday!)
Monday, October 1, 2012
To You From Dream
The HOT Sexxxy Exotic~Dream~
Getting ready for sexy pics for Him
Fuck the clothes,nothing says "I want you" more than a sensual nude!
Kisses to you~Dream~
©2012 Thick Dream Productions/Ms.Atlanta Thick~Dream~
Monday, September 10, 2012
Dear Diary A Tale of Two Cheats
Dear Diary:
It's a chilly Georgia morning. My cup of green tea is nearby and I'm tightly wrapped in my purple plush blanket. He's in the shower. He's very late for work, yet you wouldn't think so by long how he's been in the damned shower. The bathroom steam mixed with the cold air from the bedroom looks like translucent fairies dancing in the hallway.
This morning was the first time we spoke since he attempted to crash the event I planned for my Deputy friend. Yes, he came home early from his "assignment" and showed up to the event. He tried to show his natural light bright ass. Thankfully the Sarg was there to keep the drama down to a minimum.
The event itself was pretty wild,lol...that Sargeant of his is one nasty old bastard too. While giving him a bomb ass private performance, he gets down on all fours and starts eating my ass. He ate my booty so well,felt like I had a dick in my ass. The Sarg spanked my butt so well, he left bruises. During my sexy dance, I put one leg on his lap and he fingered my pussy til my juices came down to his wrist. Sarg licked his fingers,his eyes rolled to the back of his head. I thought he was about to have a seizure or heart attack or something the way he was acting,lol! Good thing I know CPR because I would have not went as hard as I did. Sarg and I did not have sex during his Platinum VIP session...well, not really. It did not "count" I shall say. Sarg was condom ready, soon as his lil pecker hit the entrance of my warm pussy oven, he came. Heyyy,that was the easiest money I've ever made, and the $100 tip wasn't bad either.
Things were all good til we heard this loud drama downstairs. Sarg and I stopped to listen, but we could not make out who it was doing all the fussing. "Man,do not go up there dog"we heard the Deputy say. The entire party got quiet, then next there was a knock at the door. "Hey Dream,can you open up the door we need to talk"it was my guy. I almost responded to him,but the Sarg covered my mouth and he replied instead "son,what's the problem can your Sarg unwind a little bit before we head into the office tomorrow...you know we got a couple cases to wrap up...and I wanted you to be the lead on this new case I got last night". All we hear was a hard sigh and "yeah sir sure". He left the party, and made no ruckus.
I'm sweating bullets when I go downstairs to check on the guest. My girls were shaking their heads walking toward me. "Girl,I tried to text your phone, but I don't think the signal good in here"one of them said. "Dream,how did he know about the party,somebody told his ass"said one of the dancers.
"YOOO DREAM"my Deputy friend yells and motions for me to come to him. "Yo boy almost ruined my party dog,what was his problem and he came with ANOTHER CHICK,but that's YOUR MAN though,dog,has mad issues...I'm glad Sarg was here to check his punk ass". "Hun,I had no clue this would happen, I wasn't expecting him home this soon, I apologize for his behavior tonight love and what wait....you said he came with a bitch"I asked. He confirmed by nodding his head. Before my assistant could stop me, I had my best friend Ray on the phone heading to our house to beat dude ass. See Ray is a former felon, and he is very protective of me and he hates all kinds of law enforcement...especially ones who try to run tired game on females. "Ray,he brought a bitch to MY event tonight and tried to clown on ME"I yelled into the phone. The phone was glued to my hear,Ray knew I was upset because I never handle money business while on the phone. "Look Dream, we gonna get that ass, I am in route to your place now, do not come right home wait 20 minutes to leave the party then come on aiight"Ray directed.
My whole demeanor changed. The girls were ready and my things were packed, all I had to do was have the ladies tip out and I could bounce. Med School, my assistant was being the voice of reason"are you sure you want to do this Dream,you know you love that man, is it really worth it, and hell yal both cheatin, so I do not see what the big fuss is about,if you really want to hear the reality of it all...so bitch do not lose your life over no damn mess". She better be glad that we are cool because I think I would've knock the hell out of her scary ass for talking to me like that because that night I was another bitch. "Look bitch, I am a grown ass motherfucking woman and you have no fucking clue what I deal with, with this man, so you need to just shut the fuck up, I know what the fuck I am doing, I got this bitch,so thanks 'ppreciate the concern but mind ya damn business on this one, and ain't nobody losing their life...I wish he would put his goddamn hands on me, so girl just stop it"I responded.
Med School and I hugged,she said "ok girl,be safe". I started my twenty minute delayed drive home. I got half way there,I called Ray to check and see what was going on. "Hey bro,what's up,where you at"I asked. "I am sitting in the car outside of yal house, parked in front of the mailbox across the street, glad you called I was sleep"he said. "Sleep,I thought you had a plan Ray,what the fuck"I nipped at him. "Hell,I was in the studio drinking some Courvoisier when you called"Ray explained. "You know what Ray,just go home,you ain't doing shit tonight, dude will whip your drunk ass if you try him,so gone home man,talk to you lata"I said. "Alright then,you sure you good Dream man,this cat needs his ass whipped for disrespecting you tonight love"he points out. "No babe,I am good, I am going to handle this the old fashioned way...kill him with silence&kindness....I am going to ride this out". We both said goodnight and hung up, I waved as I passed him leaving my block.
I opened the garage door, he has a different color car. Which meant he got back home early enough to get reassigned another work vehicle. Or did he trade the car before leaving for Puerto Rico with that female companion of his. This man think he is really slick, all I could do was shake my head coming into a complete dark house.
As I lift my suitcase to take it upstairs, he comes from out of nowhere. I did not speak nor did I make eye contact, he did not speak;however, he was looking for an explanation. I was not about to volunteer any information, so I remained quiet. He would not say anything, all he did was stare at me. I went upstairs since he wasn't talking about anything. He came upstairs behind me. He grabbed for my arm and I pushed his hand away. "Okay,I see you do not want to talk maybe tomorrow"he retreats downstairs to his office where he spent the night.
I got up early the next day to make sure all the trash was together, so he could take the bin to the street before leaving out. I walked passed his office, the door was locked and closed. His phone rings,he answered it quickly"hey what's up...yeah, I know, sorry about that,but I was going to call to explain...oh yeah...well,let's just cool out for a lil...things are getting too wild over here...I will call you when things change"he hangs up. I wanted to knock on that damn door so bad, but I tip toed back upstairs and scurried to bed before he noticed I was up lurking.
I know he was on the phone with the woman he went to Puerto Rico with, he was explaining himself too much. Plus, I installed a device into his phone,HA,I got the bitch name and number before the private investigator did. Her name is Felicia DeVry a Alpharetta resident and a married attorney. AND her wealthy husband found it very interesting that his wife went to Puerto Rico with my man. He found it so interesting that he beat that heifer ass the night I told him. AND she didn't like that nor did she like that he and I met up on more than one occasion. YES, I got very familiar with her spouse. Mr.DeVry can eat a mean pussy and his stroke isn't bad for a 58 year old rich guy. During these couple of weeks of silence at home, Mr.DeVry has been keeping me company and slightly spoiled with lazy romantic afternoons at the Loews hotel. The first afternoon he had their Chef come to prepare us a custom Southern lunch. Fresh greens,superb mac n cheese, the wine was divine and the steak you could cut with a butter knife. When lunch was over he drew me this awesome bubble bath. The Bose radio played soft classical music as he washed my curvy body. Mr.DeVry is an old school freak, he brought a waterproof french tickler. He made me cum so hard, but before I climaxed he grabbed a wine glass "stand up babydoll,here...cum in this glass...push very hard, I want all of your juices, I don't care if its mixed with your pee darlin,push...that shit...out...for me!" Flabbergasted, yet utterly aroused I did as Mr.DeVry requested.
The rest of our meetings were different, the Chef had already prepared lunch before I arrived, and Mr.DeVry became my bitch boy slave. He wore a black Zentai suit,nothing showing but his lips. Each day he would have a different costume for me to wear. I donned a traditional leather Dominatrix outfit,a Roman Goddess costume and a Victorian Princess costume. I am not sure where he got these costumes but they were hella expensive,the fabric quality was excellent. And with each costume change came different freaky request. On the day I wore the Dominatrix outfit, Mr.DeVry begged he could smell my ass, he pleaded that I fart in his face, he followed me around the suite on his knees and he watched me use the toilet. He deeply inhaled my stinky shit, when I got up to wipe my butt he slowly pushed my hand out the way and forced his head into my plump cheeks. I leaned forward, he rubbed his face deeper into my shitty crack. He scooped some of my poop out of the toilet and massaged it all over his Zentai suit. Yes, Mr.DeVry was covered in my doo doo,lol...that kinky yuck shit-like literally. I think he had his Chef put some laxatives in my lunch that day too because I've never had a stool that loose and the extreme urgency after eating spinach and white cheese pizza.
On the day I was his Roman Goddess "Julia"as Julia he was my demented young lover. Mr.DeVry went back to his childhood that day,lol,he dressed in a oversized baby snap bottom 1piece t-shirt. He worshiped my breast, my nipples are still healing from him aggressively sucking them. He whined and cried mocking a rotten toddler, he wouldn't shut that shit up until I massaged his dick. He asked me to baby powder his bum and Vaseline his anus. And he sucked his thumb when I milked his prostate. That Mr.DeVry, he really loves his asshole played with.
Our last meeting, I was the Victorian Princess Dream. The lunch was over the top. Fresh fruits, all chocolate covered. A whole roasted chicken, turkey breast, gravy, wild rice, red smashed garlic potatoes, numerous seasonal vegetables, all kinds of breads, pies, a cupcake tower, and a candy table a child would OD for. This was truly a meal suitable for royalty.
No Zentai suit for Mr.DeVry on this day, he wore his Ralph Lauren tux, and wow did he look very dashing. Bright clear skin,6ft3in...with curly salt&pepper hair and no stumble on his face. He definitely had that Barack Obama swag going on. He fed me, whatever I put on my plate...he fed it to me and lightly cleaned my face when I was done. He applied a gentle kiss to my lips and one to my forehead then took my hand leading me to dance. That was the longest waltz I've ever danced, and the first time my partner and I were naked when the music stopped. He bowed to me, and insisted that he pick up my big booty up before we got onto the bed. Amazingly, he did not drop me nor did his back give out. On that day of being the Victorian Princess Dream, Mr.DeVry, Felicia DeVry's husband made passionate love to me. His strokes were deep,filled with sensuality. He made my knees shake from the orgasms he gave. I saw his eyes moist with tears he held back. I placed a finger under his eyelid and a waterfall started. There was nothing either of us could say. I pulled him closely in my bosom and tried to make it okay. When the afternoon was over, we both knew it was time to cease the building affair. We watched each other delete our numbers out of our phones, hugged and went our separate ways. I never heard from Mr.or Mrs.DeVry again. Now checking his phone records, she never contacted my man since then either. I bet things worked out just fine for them,I am happy I was able to save a marriage.
He's finally out of the shower. He cracks the bathroom"baby,I am not going to work today,I'm staying home with you, we need some time alone today...you know like we use to,no phones...no computers...just us, in our house,our bed together...what you think bae"he asked. I had to think about what he was asking,I didn't respond right away. Ten minutes later, he comes out the bathroom wrapped in a towel, smelling too damn good. He gets in my face"woman,you heard me talking to you, I said let's spend some quality time together today,what do you think about that". I had no emotion on my face, yet when I replied back to him my face went into a full cheshire cat grin"Yes,that is fine dear".
We've been in bed all day, he is asleep next to me, in full snore mode. That make up sex must have been off the chain, he is smiling in his sleep. He looks so innocent when he's sleeping, so damn lovable and I cannot help but to apply soft kisses to him during his slumber.
I am not sure what tomorrow holds for us. I am not sure will I ask about the scratches on his back, that I did not put there. And I am not certain if he'll bring up the purple bruises on my inner thighs. All these things could corrupt us, if we allow it. Today I am not thinking about the bad,my pleasant thoughts are with the man I chose to love...who happens to be the person who is in this bed with me right now.
A courier left a brown envelope at the door, its from the private investigator. That envelope will be there tomorrow, therefore that's where it shall stay until tomorrow. And we will deal with it tomorrow. Got to finish up. He's waking up now, ready to fuck me again really good.
Take care&stay tuned
~Dream~
It's a chilly Georgia morning. My cup of green tea is nearby and I'm tightly wrapped in my purple plush blanket. He's in the shower. He's very late for work, yet you wouldn't think so by long how he's been in the damned shower. The bathroom steam mixed with the cold air from the bedroom looks like translucent fairies dancing in the hallway.
This morning was the first time we spoke since he attempted to crash the event I planned for my Deputy friend. Yes, he came home early from his "assignment" and showed up to the event. He tried to show his natural light bright ass. Thankfully the Sarg was there to keep the drama down to a minimum.
The event itself was pretty wild,lol...that Sargeant of his is one nasty old bastard too. While giving him a bomb ass private performance, he gets down on all fours and starts eating my ass. He ate my booty so well,felt like I had a dick in my ass. The Sarg spanked my butt so well, he left bruises. During my sexy dance, I put one leg on his lap and he fingered my pussy til my juices came down to his wrist. Sarg licked his fingers,his eyes rolled to the back of his head. I thought he was about to have a seizure or heart attack or something the way he was acting,lol! Good thing I know CPR because I would have not went as hard as I did. Sarg and I did not have sex during his Platinum VIP session...well, not really. It did not "count" I shall say. Sarg was condom ready, soon as his lil pecker hit the entrance of my warm pussy oven, he came. Heyyy,that was the easiest money I've ever made, and the $100 tip wasn't bad either.
Things were all good til we heard this loud drama downstairs. Sarg and I stopped to listen, but we could not make out who it was doing all the fussing. "Man,do not go up there dog"we heard the Deputy say. The entire party got quiet, then next there was a knock at the door. "Hey Dream,can you open up the door we need to talk"it was my guy. I almost responded to him,but the Sarg covered my mouth and he replied instead "son,what's the problem can your Sarg unwind a little bit before we head into the office tomorrow...you know we got a couple cases to wrap up...and I wanted you to be the lead on this new case I got last night". All we hear was a hard sigh and "yeah sir sure". He left the party, and made no ruckus.
I'm sweating bullets when I go downstairs to check on the guest. My girls were shaking their heads walking toward me. "Girl,I tried to text your phone, but I don't think the signal good in here"one of them said. "Dream,how did he know about the party,somebody told his ass"said one of the dancers.
"YOOO DREAM"my Deputy friend yells and motions for me to come to him. "Yo boy almost ruined my party dog,what was his problem and he came with ANOTHER CHICK,but that's YOUR MAN though,dog,has mad issues...I'm glad Sarg was here to check his punk ass". "Hun,I had no clue this would happen, I wasn't expecting him home this soon, I apologize for his behavior tonight love and what wait....you said he came with a bitch"I asked. He confirmed by nodding his head. Before my assistant could stop me, I had my best friend Ray on the phone heading to our house to beat dude ass. See Ray is a former felon, and he is very protective of me and he hates all kinds of law enforcement...especially ones who try to run tired game on females. "Ray,he brought a bitch to MY event tonight and tried to clown on ME"I yelled into the phone. The phone was glued to my hear,Ray knew I was upset because I never handle money business while on the phone. "Look Dream, we gonna get that ass, I am in route to your place now, do not come right home wait 20 minutes to leave the party then come on aiight"Ray directed.
My whole demeanor changed. The girls were ready and my things were packed, all I had to do was have the ladies tip out and I could bounce. Med School, my assistant was being the voice of reason"are you sure you want to do this Dream,you know you love that man, is it really worth it, and hell yal both cheatin, so I do not see what the big fuss is about,if you really want to hear the reality of it all...so bitch do not lose your life over no damn mess". She better be glad that we are cool because I think I would've knock the hell out of her scary ass for talking to me like that because that night I was another bitch. "Look bitch, I am a grown ass motherfucking woman and you have no fucking clue what I deal with, with this man, so you need to just shut the fuck up, I know what the fuck I am doing, I got this bitch,so thanks 'ppreciate the concern but mind ya damn business on this one, and ain't nobody losing their life...I wish he would put his goddamn hands on me, so girl just stop it"I responded.
Med School and I hugged,she said "ok girl,be safe". I started my twenty minute delayed drive home. I got half way there,I called Ray to check and see what was going on. "Hey bro,what's up,where you at"I asked. "I am sitting in the car outside of yal house, parked in front of the mailbox across the street, glad you called I was sleep"he said. "Sleep,I thought you had a plan Ray,what the fuck"I nipped at him. "Hell,I was in the studio drinking some Courvoisier when you called"Ray explained. "You know what Ray,just go home,you ain't doing shit tonight, dude will whip your drunk ass if you try him,so gone home man,talk to you lata"I said. "Alright then,you sure you good Dream man,this cat needs his ass whipped for disrespecting you tonight love"he points out. "No babe,I am good, I am going to handle this the old fashioned way...kill him with silence&kindness....I am going to ride this out". We both said goodnight and hung up, I waved as I passed him leaving my block.
I opened the garage door, he has a different color car. Which meant he got back home early enough to get reassigned another work vehicle. Or did he trade the car before leaving for Puerto Rico with that female companion of his. This man think he is really slick, all I could do was shake my head coming into a complete dark house.
As I lift my suitcase to take it upstairs, he comes from out of nowhere. I did not speak nor did I make eye contact, he did not speak;however, he was looking for an explanation. I was not about to volunteer any information, so I remained quiet. He would not say anything, all he did was stare at me. I went upstairs since he wasn't talking about anything. He came upstairs behind me. He grabbed for my arm and I pushed his hand away. "Okay,I see you do not want to talk maybe tomorrow"he retreats downstairs to his office where he spent the night.
I got up early the next day to make sure all the trash was together, so he could take the bin to the street before leaving out. I walked passed his office, the door was locked and closed. His phone rings,he answered it quickly"hey what's up...yeah, I know, sorry about that,but I was going to call to explain...oh yeah...well,let's just cool out for a lil...things are getting too wild over here...I will call you when things change"he hangs up. I wanted to knock on that damn door so bad, but I tip toed back upstairs and scurried to bed before he noticed I was up lurking.
I know he was on the phone with the woman he went to Puerto Rico with, he was explaining himself too much. Plus, I installed a device into his phone,HA,I got the bitch name and number before the private investigator did. Her name is Felicia DeVry a Alpharetta resident and a married attorney. AND her wealthy husband found it very interesting that his wife went to Puerto Rico with my man. He found it so interesting that he beat that heifer ass the night I told him. AND she didn't like that nor did she like that he and I met up on more than one occasion. YES, I got very familiar with her spouse. Mr.DeVry can eat a mean pussy and his stroke isn't bad for a 58 year old rich guy. During these couple of weeks of silence at home, Mr.DeVry has been keeping me company and slightly spoiled with lazy romantic afternoons at the Loews hotel. The first afternoon he had their Chef come to prepare us a custom Southern lunch. Fresh greens,superb mac n cheese, the wine was divine and the steak you could cut with a butter knife. When lunch was over he drew me this awesome bubble bath. The Bose radio played soft classical music as he washed my curvy body. Mr.DeVry is an old school freak, he brought a waterproof french tickler. He made me cum so hard, but before I climaxed he grabbed a wine glass "stand up babydoll,here...cum in this glass...push very hard, I want all of your juices, I don't care if its mixed with your pee darlin,push...that shit...out...for me!" Flabbergasted, yet utterly aroused I did as Mr.DeVry requested.
The rest of our meetings were different, the Chef had already prepared lunch before I arrived, and Mr.DeVry became my bitch boy slave. He wore a black Zentai suit,nothing showing but his lips. Each day he would have a different costume for me to wear. I donned a traditional leather Dominatrix outfit,a Roman Goddess costume and a Victorian Princess costume. I am not sure where he got these costumes but they were hella expensive,the fabric quality was excellent. And with each costume change came different freaky request. On the day I wore the Dominatrix outfit, Mr.DeVry begged he could smell my ass, he pleaded that I fart in his face, he followed me around the suite on his knees and he watched me use the toilet. He deeply inhaled my stinky shit, when I got up to wipe my butt he slowly pushed my hand out the way and forced his head into my plump cheeks. I leaned forward, he rubbed his face deeper into my shitty crack. He scooped some of my poop out of the toilet and massaged it all over his Zentai suit. Yes, Mr.DeVry was covered in my doo doo,lol...that kinky yuck shit-like literally. I think he had his Chef put some laxatives in my lunch that day too because I've never had a stool that loose and the extreme urgency after eating spinach and white cheese pizza.
On the day I was his Roman Goddess "Julia"as Julia he was my demented young lover. Mr.DeVry went back to his childhood that day,lol,he dressed in a oversized baby snap bottom 1piece t-shirt. He worshiped my breast, my nipples are still healing from him aggressively sucking them. He whined and cried mocking a rotten toddler, he wouldn't shut that shit up until I massaged his dick. He asked me to baby powder his bum and Vaseline his anus. And he sucked his thumb when I milked his prostate. That Mr.DeVry, he really loves his asshole played with.
Our last meeting, I was the Victorian Princess Dream. The lunch was over the top. Fresh fruits, all chocolate covered. A whole roasted chicken, turkey breast, gravy, wild rice, red smashed garlic potatoes, numerous seasonal vegetables, all kinds of breads, pies, a cupcake tower, and a candy table a child would OD for. This was truly a meal suitable for royalty.
No Zentai suit for Mr.DeVry on this day, he wore his Ralph Lauren tux, and wow did he look very dashing. Bright clear skin,6ft3in...with curly salt&pepper hair and no stumble on his face. He definitely had that Barack Obama swag going on. He fed me, whatever I put on my plate...he fed it to me and lightly cleaned my face when I was done. He applied a gentle kiss to my lips and one to my forehead then took my hand leading me to dance. That was the longest waltz I've ever danced, and the first time my partner and I were naked when the music stopped. He bowed to me, and insisted that he pick up my big booty up before we got onto the bed. Amazingly, he did not drop me nor did his back give out. On that day of being the Victorian Princess Dream, Mr.DeVry, Felicia DeVry's husband made passionate love to me. His strokes were deep,filled with sensuality. He made my knees shake from the orgasms he gave. I saw his eyes moist with tears he held back. I placed a finger under his eyelid and a waterfall started. There was nothing either of us could say. I pulled him closely in my bosom and tried to make it okay. When the afternoon was over, we both knew it was time to cease the building affair. We watched each other delete our numbers out of our phones, hugged and went our separate ways. I never heard from Mr.or Mrs.DeVry again. Now checking his phone records, she never contacted my man since then either. I bet things worked out just fine for them,I am happy I was able to save a marriage.
He's finally out of the shower. He cracks the bathroom"baby,I am not going to work today,I'm staying home with you, we need some time alone today...you know like we use to,no phones...no computers...just us, in our house,our bed together...what you think bae"he asked. I had to think about what he was asking,I didn't respond right away. Ten minutes later, he comes out the bathroom wrapped in a towel, smelling too damn good. He gets in my face"woman,you heard me talking to you, I said let's spend some quality time together today,what do you think about that". I had no emotion on my face, yet when I replied back to him my face went into a full cheshire cat grin"Yes,that is fine dear".
We've been in bed all day, he is asleep next to me, in full snore mode. That make up sex must have been off the chain, he is smiling in his sleep. He looks so innocent when he's sleeping, so damn lovable and I cannot help but to apply soft kisses to him during his slumber.
I am not sure what tomorrow holds for us. I am not sure will I ask about the scratches on his back, that I did not put there. And I am not certain if he'll bring up the purple bruises on my inner thighs. All these things could corrupt us, if we allow it. Today I am not thinking about the bad,my pleasant thoughts are with the man I chose to love...who happens to be the person who is in this bed with me right now.
A courier left a brown envelope at the door, its from the private investigator. That envelope will be there tomorrow, therefore that's where it shall stay until tomorrow. And we will deal with it tomorrow. Got to finish up. He's waking up now, ready to fuck me again really good.
Take care&stay tuned
~Dream~
Sunday, August 26, 2012
Dear Diary Shall I Creep or Swing Pt2
Dear Diary:
I can't believe what just happened. Oh my goodness, this was far the worse experience that I've ever had.
The neighbor comes out the bathroom, and my guy is standing in the doorway with this look on his face. It was as if he was aroused and upset at the same time. I did not have a chance to warn the neighbor guy that he was in the house.
He made us have sex in front of him, it was the most awful thing. My pussy barely got wet and the neighbor dick wasn't rock hard. However, he did eat my pussy very well, but the sex was horrible all because he was there forcing us to perform for him. He even took the safety off his gun,puts it on the table,gives this"bitch you better make this good"stare.
When the vernissage was over, the neighbor starts to put his clothes on, my dude tried to make him stay. The neighbor got in his face, he was not about to watch us have sex. I had to get between the two"stop it,let him go baby,we did what you wanted,so let him go home please". The neighbor,who served in Iraq suffers from PTSD(Post Traumatic Stress Disorder) shoved his shoulder into my guy then said"yeah,let me go baby,before its some major problems".
I was so scared that these two ticking time bombs were going to explode. The entire time I was debating should I grab his gun or grab the garden hose and start spraying these two heated hounds. Thankfully, the excessive force was not necessary the neighbor left without anything extreme popping off. He only reminded my guy that it was "HIS idea to keep an eye on me while he was away", and added he "did not understand why he was upset for".
Oh wow,so he had the neighbor guy watching me while he's away. I can't help but wonder was fucking me too included in that babysitting package. I wanted to ask him more about that, but he wasn't up for a full blown conversation. He was naked and waiting on me to finish with him. I tried to head for the shower to freshen up (since I was post fucking our neighbor). He pulled me by my wrist and put my hands on his dick "get him right,you are going to take care of me right now,fuck that shower".
I thought he wanted me to stroke him til he got hard, but no he said"put them lips on my shit". He begins to fuck my face til my eyes are watery. I made sure the suction was super strong, sucking with hopes that he would cum from the blowjob. Oh but he he did not cum at all from that champion headservice I gave him. My lips and face were aching from sucking him so damn hard. I had to plead with him to stop, so I can ice my cheeks.
As I am reaching for an ice pack in the freezer, he comes up from behind. He starts to grind on me with my head halfway in the freezer, I almost bumped my head trying to close the door. He pulls me to the floor, we start fucking on the kitchen floor. The sex was somewhat good,but different this time. He had that same look of displease in his eyes. I did not make a sound as he pounded my ass. He did all the talking, never skips a stroke,fussing while in the pussy. "I knew you were fucking behind my back...did you forget who the fuck I am...why do you think I am stupid...I am a lot smarter than you know...did you enjoy fucking that fat ass neighbor...did you like his little dick better than this big dick I am giving you right now...you hear me talking to you...answer me"he demands. Softly I replied"no honey". He rams his pink cock in harder"no honey what". "No honey, I did not enjoy his dick better than yours"I said with my eyes looking up toward the ceiling.
I couldn't help but reference the movie The Color Purple, I felt like Miss Ceily when she and Mister first had sex. Hell yeah it was kinda similar. He was sweaty, angry, and talking shit while punishing my pussy. When he reaches orgasm he does not bother to pull out, he forcefully releases all of his hot cum in me "ahhhhh,now take that to your fuck tard boy toys and that fat ass neighbor,let them eat that,HA"he climbs up,leaving me on our cold kitchen floor marinating in his ejaculatory fluid.
Since that happened he and I have not had sex, he's away this week on assignment. Last week, I ran into a lawyer friend I use to be cool with. I asked him to do me a favor(he owes me anyway with all the pussy I've gave him). I asked that he get one of his private investigators to follow my guy.
Having good pussy really pays off. Wow that was fast. I woke up this morning to a text"give me a call, I have some information about your boy, I think you should know". I have yet to call him back because I want to know,but not really...no rush. I will call when I am done planning this gentlemen's party for an old friend,its his birthday soon, he's hired me to host the event. I'm getting dress headed to his place...will continue once I leave there.
I knew it, I knew it!! We wind up having sex....omg. Why didn't I masturbate prior to going to this man house,wow. I kinda felt that it would happen, since I hadn't had sex in weeks. Dammit,I could not resist, he's tall,with honey skin,a bright smile and he knows how relax I get when I am at his place. The panties just disappeared once my juices started to flow. Sex with him was never raunchy, he loves to slow stroke the pussy. He has the most softest hands for a man that I have ever felt on my curvy body. "You have the best head ever,I miss that shit,girllll you sure do know how to suck a motherfucking dick"he shares. I had to hurry up and pop his dick out my mouth, I felt that cum rising like a volcano. During sex,he gave me multiple orgasms with that pretty 9inch dick he has. But hold up...he almost spoiled it,by attempting to remove the condom during sex. "Noo,oh hell no,what do you think you're doing"I scolded him. "I just want to feel you,like we use to do"he explained. "We can't do that no more honey,I've not sleep with anyone else unprotected but my guy since he and I met...and I'm not about to start having raw sex with multiple men,no sir"I said and proceeded to put him on a new condom.
I'm back home, I did return my lawyer friend call. The private investigator found out that my guy is not away on assignment presently, he is in Puerto Rico with a female companion. Also, this female companion is not the only woman that he spends time with. The investigator sent pics to my smartphone of my guy on his lunch hour, with various different women. Some of the women were co-workers and others were random unknown females. In a few of the pics, he is with this larger-I mean huge dark skin woman. She must be his regular piece of ass. In one pic, they were hugged up kissing in her driveway, at 4am.
HA,I got his dinner,dating cuffing ass now. I told my lawyer friend to continue following him for one more week and spare no expense with the pics. "Make sure you get them printed in various sizes and close up"I requested.
I am numb right now, shocked, but not really. My intuition is rarely ever wrong. I feel lighter though, the guilt of sleeping around behind his back has lifted. Now I can exhale,phew.
Anyway, its the weekend,I will deal with that bullshit later. I am oiling up, getting ready for my old friend birthday event. The dancers and my protege' are already at the location, I am running late. I took a shot of Absolut. Shit, I need two more. Fuck it,I'm taking the whole freakin bottle with me. My old friend,whom party I am hosting is a mother effing Deputy. He and my guy are "co workers"...they work for the same county,but different departments. When he and I went over his guest list there were familiar names on it...a couple buddies and associates of my guy. None of that really concerns me, what has me on pins and needles...my guys Sergeant is on the Platinum VIP list for tonight. You see,how we have things set up for this party, anyone who is on the Platinum VIP list receives time with the host....which is myself. After the information I received about that guy, I am going all out! Oh hells yes. Yours truly is stiletto fresh,hair down to my ass and I'm wearing a new fabulous hip hugging dress. My Deputy friend paid me good money to make sure his birthday party is a blast. Trust and believe I am going to make that happen.
Prior to this evening,I had to share my fears with him about the invited guest, but he said "what goes on at a cop party stays at a cop party babe...I told Sarg that you were the host and he is cool with it...why you think he pulled out a stack, to get that Platinum VIP treatment". I had to ask more"what else did he say,any special request?" "Oh you know Dream it,we are cops we always have to get that extra extra"confessed the Deputy. Then he said,"he had me laughing my ass off,Sarg said hot damn,I've been dying to spread that pretty brown onion on my lap...tell her to relax...her man is a prick, big Poppa wants the royal treatment". "So Dream Momma,you better bring it!"said the Deputy.
Mister man is due back from "assignment" tomorrow evening, enough time to be sober and tightened back up.
Shit! I got four missed calls from the girls,got to go the party needs the host.
Kisses to you,
~Dream~
I can't believe what just happened. Oh my goodness, this was far the worse experience that I've ever had.
The neighbor comes out the bathroom, and my guy is standing in the doorway with this look on his face. It was as if he was aroused and upset at the same time. I did not have a chance to warn the neighbor guy that he was in the house.
He made us have sex in front of him, it was the most awful thing. My pussy barely got wet and the neighbor dick wasn't rock hard. However, he did eat my pussy very well, but the sex was horrible all because he was there forcing us to perform for him. He even took the safety off his gun,puts it on the table,gives this"bitch you better make this good"stare.
When the vernissage was over, the neighbor starts to put his clothes on, my dude tried to make him stay. The neighbor got in his face, he was not about to watch us have sex. I had to get between the two"stop it,let him go baby,we did what you wanted,so let him go home please". The neighbor,who served in Iraq suffers from PTSD(Post Traumatic Stress Disorder) shoved his shoulder into my guy then said"yeah,let me go baby,before its some major problems".
I was so scared that these two ticking time bombs were going to explode. The entire time I was debating should I grab his gun or grab the garden hose and start spraying these two heated hounds. Thankfully, the excessive force was not necessary the neighbor left without anything extreme popping off. He only reminded my guy that it was "HIS idea to keep an eye on me while he was away", and added he "did not understand why he was upset for".
Oh wow,so he had the neighbor guy watching me while he's away. I can't help but wonder was fucking me too included in that babysitting package. I wanted to ask him more about that, but he wasn't up for a full blown conversation. He was naked and waiting on me to finish with him. I tried to head for the shower to freshen up (since I was post fucking our neighbor). He pulled me by my wrist and put my hands on his dick "get him right,you are going to take care of me right now,fuck that shower".
I thought he wanted me to stroke him til he got hard, but no he said"put them lips on my shit". He begins to fuck my face til my eyes are watery. I made sure the suction was super strong, sucking with hopes that he would cum from the blowjob. Oh but he he did not cum at all from that champion headservice I gave him. My lips and face were aching from sucking him so damn hard. I had to plead with him to stop, so I can ice my cheeks.
As I am reaching for an ice pack in the freezer, he comes up from behind. He starts to grind on me with my head halfway in the freezer, I almost bumped my head trying to close the door. He pulls me to the floor, we start fucking on the kitchen floor. The sex was somewhat good,but different this time. He had that same look of displease in his eyes. I did not make a sound as he pounded my ass. He did all the talking, never skips a stroke,fussing while in the pussy. "I knew you were fucking behind my back...did you forget who the fuck I am...why do you think I am stupid...I am a lot smarter than you know...did you enjoy fucking that fat ass neighbor...did you like his little dick better than this big dick I am giving you right now...you hear me talking to you...answer me"he demands. Softly I replied"no honey". He rams his pink cock in harder"no honey what". "No honey, I did not enjoy his dick better than yours"I said with my eyes looking up toward the ceiling.
I couldn't help but reference the movie The Color Purple, I felt like Miss Ceily when she and Mister first had sex. Hell yeah it was kinda similar. He was sweaty, angry, and talking shit while punishing my pussy. When he reaches orgasm he does not bother to pull out, he forcefully releases all of his hot cum in me "ahhhhh,now take that to your fuck tard boy toys and that fat ass neighbor,let them eat that,HA"he climbs up,leaving me on our cold kitchen floor marinating in his ejaculatory fluid.
Since that happened he and I have not had sex, he's away this week on assignment. Last week, I ran into a lawyer friend I use to be cool with. I asked him to do me a favor(he owes me anyway with all the pussy I've gave him). I asked that he get one of his private investigators to follow my guy.
Having good pussy really pays off. Wow that was fast. I woke up this morning to a text"give me a call, I have some information about your boy, I think you should know". I have yet to call him back because I want to know,but not really...no rush. I will call when I am done planning this gentlemen's party for an old friend,its his birthday soon, he's hired me to host the event. I'm getting dress headed to his place...will continue once I leave there.
I knew it, I knew it!! We wind up having sex....omg. Why didn't I masturbate prior to going to this man house,wow. I kinda felt that it would happen, since I hadn't had sex in weeks. Dammit,I could not resist, he's tall,with honey skin,a bright smile and he knows how relax I get when I am at his place. The panties just disappeared once my juices started to flow. Sex with him was never raunchy, he loves to slow stroke the pussy. He has the most softest hands for a man that I have ever felt on my curvy body. "You have the best head ever,I miss that shit,girllll you sure do know how to suck a motherfucking dick"he shares. I had to hurry up and pop his dick out my mouth, I felt that cum rising like a volcano. During sex,he gave me multiple orgasms with that pretty 9inch dick he has. But hold up...he almost spoiled it,by attempting to remove the condom during sex. "Noo,oh hell no,what do you think you're doing"I scolded him. "I just want to feel you,like we use to do"he explained. "We can't do that no more honey,I've not sleep with anyone else unprotected but my guy since he and I met...and I'm not about to start having raw sex with multiple men,no sir"I said and proceeded to put him on a new condom.
I'm back home, I did return my lawyer friend call. The private investigator found out that my guy is not away on assignment presently, he is in Puerto Rico with a female companion. Also, this female companion is not the only woman that he spends time with. The investigator sent pics to my smartphone of my guy on his lunch hour, with various different women. Some of the women were co-workers and others were random unknown females. In a few of the pics, he is with this larger-I mean huge dark skin woman. She must be his regular piece of ass. In one pic, they were hugged up kissing in her driveway, at 4am.
HA,I got his dinner,dating cuffing ass now. I told my lawyer friend to continue following him for one more week and spare no expense with the pics. "Make sure you get them printed in various sizes and close up"I requested.
I am numb right now, shocked, but not really. My intuition is rarely ever wrong. I feel lighter though, the guilt of sleeping around behind his back has lifted. Now I can exhale,phew.
Anyway, its the weekend,I will deal with that bullshit later. I am oiling up, getting ready for my old friend birthday event. The dancers and my protege' are already at the location, I am running late. I took a shot of Absolut. Shit, I need two more. Fuck it,I'm taking the whole freakin bottle with me. My old friend,whom party I am hosting is a mother effing Deputy. He and my guy are "co workers"...they work for the same county,but different departments. When he and I went over his guest list there were familiar names on it...a couple buddies and associates of my guy. None of that really concerns me, what has me on pins and needles...my guys Sergeant is on the Platinum VIP list for tonight. You see,how we have things set up for this party, anyone who is on the Platinum VIP list receives time with the host....which is myself. After the information I received about that guy, I am going all out! Oh hells yes. Yours truly is stiletto fresh,hair down to my ass and I'm wearing a new fabulous hip hugging dress. My Deputy friend paid me good money to make sure his birthday party is a blast. Trust and believe I am going to make that happen.
Prior to this evening,I had to share my fears with him about the invited guest, but he said "what goes on at a cop party stays at a cop party babe...I told Sarg that you were the host and he is cool with it...why you think he pulled out a stack, to get that Platinum VIP treatment". I had to ask more"what else did he say,any special request?" "Oh you know Dream it,we are cops we always have to get that extra extra"confessed the Deputy. Then he said,"he had me laughing my ass off,Sarg said hot damn,I've been dying to spread that pretty brown onion on my lap...tell her to relax...her man is a prick, big Poppa wants the royal treatment". "So Dream Momma,you better bring it!"said the Deputy.
Mister man is due back from "assignment" tomorrow evening, enough time to be sober and tightened back up.
Shit! I got four missed calls from the girls,got to go the party needs the host.
Kisses to you,
~Dream~
Friday, August 3, 2012
Dear Diary Shall I Creep or Swing
Dear Diary:
Thought I would crack you open. Its been awhile since I sat in deep thought. I am sitting in this chair, staring at the bed. Tangled up sheets, and the thrown to the side comforter. The scent of hot sex still lingers. I can't help, but revisit the memory of how it got that way.
He came home after being on assignment for a couple of weeks. He looked so tired, but I could not help but pounce on him. Something about him, tired or not, he turns me the fuck on.
His moods are not always the best after being away like that, I try to distract him from the stress with my attention. It helps, but its only temporary. I see the job is wearing on him.
Last week was our anniversary, and of course, I celebrated it alone. Well, not really. I invited a friend over for drinks. One thing lead to another, he winds up under my dress. We had sex on the living room sofa, on our anniversary. I felt so horrible afterward, but not really. He wasn't home to celebrate our anniversary. Honestly, I don't think he would've remembered if I hadn't mentioned it. His focus is work, even when he is home, his mind is at work.
When he came home this time, he seemed overly suspicious. He was looking through the trashcans, he turned back the sheets thoroughly examining them before laying down. What was he hoping to find? A condom in the trash or cum stains on our sheets. I would never be that stupid, to bring another in our bedroom...and like really...not change the sheets. I was very particular about bringing another home, I was cautious where we play and I make sure that I do a thorough sweep of the room after my playmate leaves.
I want to have sex with him so bad, he seems so tense. I want to relieve whatever doubt or frustrations are on his mind. He is laying on his back, rubbing his sexy bald head. I kiss his temples, softly kiss his lips and slowly kiss my way down to his lap. I apply a little more moisture to my lips and mouth, I go in firmly on his dick. My pussy immediately gets wetter, the taste and the contact with his dick gives me a exuberant sensation. The rocking of his hips, while his dick is in my mouth, keeps my nipples hard as pebbles. I slurp his warm clear precum, a signal to go down further on his throbbing shaft. He grabs my hair, massages my neck and face, my head bobbing becomes sexier. Moving my head in rhythmic waves,up and down,down and up til he cums hard in my mouth. His legs are shaking, he slaps the bed, shakes his head "oh baby,you know how to get me every single time,I love it when you do that to me"he said. My mouth full of his cum, I bashfully smile, then swallowed his load.
I reached under the pillow, to hand him his gift and I see a part of a gold condom wrapper peeping out from underneath a magazine that had fell behind the bed. "Oh shit" I panicked. "HAPPY ANNIVERSARY HONEEYYY" I blurted out. I quickly shoved the box in his face, to prevent him from looking where I was looking.
I don't recall what he said when I hand him the box, that contained his Armani sterling silver diamond encrusted cufflinks. My mind went blank. All I could think of was, how in the hell did that fucking condom wrapper get behind the bed.
It's morning he's getting dressed for work, I pretend to be sleep, I watch him with one eye open. He checks his phone, spends an awful long time on the phone outside on the porch. I tried to listen on the conversation, but he's very good, he kept checking inside to make sure I was not up. The tone of the conversation was not work related, it was a woman he was on the phone with, I could tell.
He comes over to my side of the bed,brushes my hair away from my face, and leans in to kiss my forehead "sweetheart, I'm about to go, the Captain has a special announcement this morning,so I have to leave earlier than usual" he explains. "Oh ok,honey,have a good day, and be safe"in my most softest voice.
As soon as the Impala leaves the driveway, I one-grab the piece of wrapper from behind the bed and two-I rush to get dressed. All kinds of thoughts are running through my head as I get dress for my day. Undecided what to wear, I contemplate the lunch date I had planned for with another. Yes, I want to rack my brain about who was my man on the phone with,but not really. I am not surprised. I knew in my heart that he was seeing someone else. His stories about working late nights and an abundance of out of town trips were all obvious clues. The sex between us didn't change, that is usually the first giveaway,but not here. He and I both have a very healthy sexual appetite. Which is why we mingle in the swinger lifestyle. At times, he is more than I can handle and at times, I crave variety that he can't satisfy. So it works for us.
Yes, I know he and I are breaking the rules of the lifestyle by seeing others, behind each others back. I want to stop, fucking other people, I truly do. I feel like I can't stop, I get extremely lonesome when he is away with work. I've spent holidays, including my birthday alone in this house. Well, at least he thought I was alone, for Christmas I cried my eyes out. And I called over the neighbor, he made me dinner. I spent my Christmas with our neighbor, fucking at our dinner table, when he called to check in, I did not hesitate to pick up the phone. I answered the phone while bent over with the neighbor. He didn't know, I was eating fried turkey and I was being stuffed by a pudgy piece of cock on the other end.
When he came home to ring in the New Year with me, he was happy, overly happy. That was not in his character. He's dancing in the doorway, his arms full of gifts for me. I am excited to see him. As I lean in to kiss him,I noticed smeared lip gloss glitter on his ear lobe, and his shirt collar held a hint of an Avon perfume product.
Am I upset that he sleeps around me on me? No,not really. When he takes care of me, and does what he needs to do, why would I be upset with him? I am highly disappointed that he uses his work as an escape goat. We could easily entertain others,as we have in the past. I am not sure what happened to us. The affection, the passion still remains, its apparent we still love each other.
It's dinner time now, he's late, I had to put his plate in the microwave. I decided not to go to lunch with the other. I stayed home to finish up some work and I baked him his favorite Key Lime cupcakes.
I had a couple of glasses of Moscato to calm my nerves, so I am tipsy. We greet each other with our usual hug and kiss. I taste the alcohol on his lips too. He explained that he and a couple guys stopped at the bar after work for some drinks. While scarfing down his dinner, I paid close attention to his bulging mid section. "Yuck,he's gaining weight,must be eating that bitch cooking too"I thought to myself. He's chewing with his mouth open, I couldn't help but give a look of disgust. He stops eating "whaaat,what's wrong baby" he ask. Being sarcastic I say "that food must be good or you must be hungry". We both burst into laughter "BAHAHAHAHHA".
Dinner is over, he's rubbing my feet, and we're watching ESPN. "Baby,what ever happen to the old days, when we use to party together,I miss that" he said. "What do you mean, we party, just last month we went out twice to two different nightclubs" I said. "Nooo,not that kind of partying, I mean, meeting up with other couples like us,for fun" he explained. "I don't know,you tell me, you're the one with the busy work schedule,your job keeps you out of town a lot,do we even have time to go out and meet couples like we use to" I rebutted. Then he went into this big speech about how he wants to re-engage into the swinger lifestyle, and how our relationship needs that spice and we would both benefit from it. Some of what he was saying was truth and the rest was bullshit.
I finished off the bottle of wine, placed the glass on the table "so are you going to introduce me to one of these women who you've been seeing, if I agree to this" I asked because I wanted to know. "What women, how do I have time to see anyone, I work and when I am not working, I am home with you" he tells me. "Yeah ok"I say. He turns off the TV and heads into the bedroom,so we can shower before bed.
He runs the water, while the water is getting ready, he eats my pussy til the bathroom is good and steamy. I am drunk from the wine, my head is spinning, I hold onto the back of his sexy bald head for balance. He stopped licking me before I could cum, pulls me up "come on,this shower will help you sober up". He helps me into the shower, when I am stable, he goes to use the toilet. He flushes "AHHAHHHAAAA"I scream, the cold water shocked the shit out of me and I was sober quick. He runs into the shower,almost busting his ass,he stands in front of the showerhead until it reaches warm again. Awww,how sweet of him. He's always looking out for my safety.
He makes love to me in the shower, it was very good. My breast he held tightly against his chest. We damned near sucked each others lips off our faces. Feeling slightly nauseated from the wine, I turn around to hold onto the wall. His dick throbbing near my cervix, my pussy squeezes down on him. He bites the back of my neck. We both begin to orgasm. During climax he starts talking real smooth"baby,you know I love you,I will never hurt you...I want us to start swingin again, we are gona do it because you know I am not goin anywhere...we need the fun...and...and the first thing we are gona do is...meet all the motherfuckers you have been fuckin off with behind my back....yes...and you are gona bring them here....one by one,I want to see them fuck you...so I can do it even better". Before I could respond, he covers my mouth, his dick still hard in me, he thrust himself deeper inside and ejaculates. He turns the water off, hands me a towel. I am speechless.
So, I am sitting here thinking. How am I going to get any man to come fuck me in front of my man. A few of them know I'm involved and a couple have no clue. The ones who know about him, know his occupation and they know how intimidating Officers can be. From the beginning he made that known "tell him you don't need him no more,you have a cop now". He damn near ran off all my friends.
There is no way in hell I am going to be able to convince anyone to go through with this. Not any who know about his ass,that is. The one person who I had in mind, won't do it because he is afraid that he'll have him arrested if he fucks me too well. I know, it sounds stupid.
I want to please him in anyway I can, but this is difficult. I don't want to lose him. I feel like I owe it to him. And why the fuck I am not focusing on the affairs he's had? Besides the glitter from the lip gloss on his collar and the time away from home,that's the only proof I have. Which is not enough proof, to bring it up to him, he will only say that I am "deflecting".
I would ask the neighbor to come and join us for play,but he hasn't had anything pleasant to say about him since he spent Christmas with me. I called him this morning and I explained the situation to him, just to see what he thought. The neighbor said"he only wants to do this to show you up and to stroke that fuckin Cop ego of his. It's not about you Dream, its not about you guys' relationship, its all about him, his ego and his insecurities...listen,if he loves you...like he says, he will back off you and if you love him...do not go through with it...work on your relationship together and if you want to swing,do it, but with non threatening parties...a person neither one of you knows,that's if you want to be a swinger again...with him". The neighbor made all valid points, everything makes sense now.
I went next door to get some ice, the icemaker is not working again. The neighbor was busy, told me he would bring some over when he was done.
The neighbor is here, we had sex in his office chair. He's in the bathroom now. What an incredible feeling. I am in our home, in his manly retreat,naked,sweating from the wicked sex I had in his office with the neighbor. Let me check my phone, its been going off since he got here. What the fuck-I just received text messages"I saw the neighbor guy go nside the house,I know ur there wit him now,tell him I'm cumn n NOW&u better b ready2fuck n front of me or I am going2choke you out&kick his ass".
Oh shit,he's at the door!!
TTYL...
~Dream~
Thought I would crack you open. Its been awhile since I sat in deep thought. I am sitting in this chair, staring at the bed. Tangled up sheets, and the thrown to the side comforter. The scent of hot sex still lingers. I can't help, but revisit the memory of how it got that way.
He came home after being on assignment for a couple of weeks. He looked so tired, but I could not help but pounce on him. Something about him, tired or not, he turns me the fuck on.
His moods are not always the best after being away like that, I try to distract him from the stress with my attention. It helps, but its only temporary. I see the job is wearing on him.
Last week was our anniversary, and of course, I celebrated it alone. Well, not really. I invited a friend over for drinks. One thing lead to another, he winds up under my dress. We had sex on the living room sofa, on our anniversary. I felt so horrible afterward, but not really. He wasn't home to celebrate our anniversary. Honestly, I don't think he would've remembered if I hadn't mentioned it. His focus is work, even when he is home, his mind is at work.
When he came home this time, he seemed overly suspicious. He was looking through the trashcans, he turned back the sheets thoroughly examining them before laying down. What was he hoping to find? A condom in the trash or cum stains on our sheets. I would never be that stupid, to bring another in our bedroom...and like really...not change the sheets. I was very particular about bringing another home, I was cautious where we play and I make sure that I do a thorough sweep of the room after my playmate leaves.
I want to have sex with him so bad, he seems so tense. I want to relieve whatever doubt or frustrations are on his mind. He is laying on his back, rubbing his sexy bald head. I kiss his temples, softly kiss his lips and slowly kiss my way down to his lap. I apply a little more moisture to my lips and mouth, I go in firmly on his dick. My pussy immediately gets wetter, the taste and the contact with his dick gives me a exuberant sensation. The rocking of his hips, while his dick is in my mouth, keeps my nipples hard as pebbles. I slurp his warm clear precum, a signal to go down further on his throbbing shaft. He grabs my hair, massages my neck and face, my head bobbing becomes sexier. Moving my head in rhythmic waves,up and down,down and up til he cums hard in my mouth. His legs are shaking, he slaps the bed, shakes his head "oh baby,you know how to get me every single time,I love it when you do that to me"he said. My mouth full of his cum, I bashfully smile, then swallowed his load.
I reached under the pillow, to hand him his gift and I see a part of a gold condom wrapper peeping out from underneath a magazine that had fell behind the bed. "Oh shit" I panicked. "HAPPY ANNIVERSARY HONEEYYY" I blurted out. I quickly shoved the box in his face, to prevent him from looking where I was looking.
I don't recall what he said when I hand him the box, that contained his Armani sterling silver diamond encrusted cufflinks. My mind went blank. All I could think of was, how in the hell did that fucking condom wrapper get behind the bed.
It's morning he's getting dressed for work, I pretend to be sleep, I watch him with one eye open. He checks his phone, spends an awful long time on the phone outside on the porch. I tried to listen on the conversation, but he's very good, he kept checking inside to make sure I was not up. The tone of the conversation was not work related, it was a woman he was on the phone with, I could tell.
He comes over to my side of the bed,brushes my hair away from my face, and leans in to kiss my forehead "sweetheart, I'm about to go, the Captain has a special announcement this morning,so I have to leave earlier than usual" he explains. "Oh ok,honey,have a good day, and be safe"in my most softest voice.
As soon as the Impala leaves the driveway, I one-grab the piece of wrapper from behind the bed and two-I rush to get dressed. All kinds of thoughts are running through my head as I get dress for my day. Undecided what to wear, I contemplate the lunch date I had planned for with another. Yes, I want to rack my brain about who was my man on the phone with,but not really. I am not surprised. I knew in my heart that he was seeing someone else. His stories about working late nights and an abundance of out of town trips were all obvious clues. The sex between us didn't change, that is usually the first giveaway,but not here. He and I both have a very healthy sexual appetite. Which is why we mingle in the swinger lifestyle. At times, he is more than I can handle and at times, I crave variety that he can't satisfy. So it works for us.
Yes, I know he and I are breaking the rules of the lifestyle by seeing others, behind each others back. I want to stop, fucking other people, I truly do. I feel like I can't stop, I get extremely lonesome when he is away with work. I've spent holidays, including my birthday alone in this house. Well, at least he thought I was alone, for Christmas I cried my eyes out. And I called over the neighbor, he made me dinner. I spent my Christmas with our neighbor, fucking at our dinner table, when he called to check in, I did not hesitate to pick up the phone. I answered the phone while bent over with the neighbor. He didn't know, I was eating fried turkey and I was being stuffed by a pudgy piece of cock on the other end.
When he came home to ring in the New Year with me, he was happy, overly happy. That was not in his character. He's dancing in the doorway, his arms full of gifts for me. I am excited to see him. As I lean in to kiss him,I noticed smeared lip gloss glitter on his ear lobe, and his shirt collar held a hint of an Avon perfume product.
Am I upset that he sleeps around me on me? No,not really. When he takes care of me, and does what he needs to do, why would I be upset with him? I am highly disappointed that he uses his work as an escape goat. We could easily entertain others,as we have in the past. I am not sure what happened to us. The affection, the passion still remains, its apparent we still love each other.
It's dinner time now, he's late, I had to put his plate in the microwave. I decided not to go to lunch with the other. I stayed home to finish up some work and I baked him his favorite Key Lime cupcakes.
I had a couple of glasses of Moscato to calm my nerves, so I am tipsy. We greet each other with our usual hug and kiss. I taste the alcohol on his lips too. He explained that he and a couple guys stopped at the bar after work for some drinks. While scarfing down his dinner, I paid close attention to his bulging mid section. "Yuck,he's gaining weight,must be eating that bitch cooking too"I thought to myself. He's chewing with his mouth open, I couldn't help but give a look of disgust. He stops eating "whaaat,what's wrong baby" he ask. Being sarcastic I say "that food must be good or you must be hungry". We both burst into laughter "BAHAHAHAHHA".
Dinner is over, he's rubbing my feet, and we're watching ESPN. "Baby,what ever happen to the old days, when we use to party together,I miss that" he said. "What do you mean, we party, just last month we went out twice to two different nightclubs" I said. "Nooo,not that kind of partying, I mean, meeting up with other couples like us,for fun" he explained. "I don't know,you tell me, you're the one with the busy work schedule,your job keeps you out of town a lot,do we even have time to go out and meet couples like we use to" I rebutted. Then he went into this big speech about how he wants to re-engage into the swinger lifestyle, and how our relationship needs that spice and we would both benefit from it. Some of what he was saying was truth and the rest was bullshit.
I finished off the bottle of wine, placed the glass on the table "so are you going to introduce me to one of these women who you've been seeing, if I agree to this" I asked because I wanted to know. "What women, how do I have time to see anyone, I work and when I am not working, I am home with you" he tells me. "Yeah ok"I say. He turns off the TV and heads into the bedroom,so we can shower before bed.
He runs the water, while the water is getting ready, he eats my pussy til the bathroom is good and steamy. I am drunk from the wine, my head is spinning, I hold onto the back of his sexy bald head for balance. He stopped licking me before I could cum, pulls me up "come on,this shower will help you sober up". He helps me into the shower, when I am stable, he goes to use the toilet. He flushes "AHHAHHHAAAA"I scream, the cold water shocked the shit out of me and I was sober quick. He runs into the shower,almost busting his ass,he stands in front of the showerhead until it reaches warm again. Awww,how sweet of him. He's always looking out for my safety.
He makes love to me in the shower, it was very good. My breast he held tightly against his chest. We damned near sucked each others lips off our faces. Feeling slightly nauseated from the wine, I turn around to hold onto the wall. His dick throbbing near my cervix, my pussy squeezes down on him. He bites the back of my neck. We both begin to orgasm. During climax he starts talking real smooth"baby,you know I love you,I will never hurt you...I want us to start swingin again, we are gona do it because you know I am not goin anywhere...we need the fun...and...and the first thing we are gona do is...meet all the motherfuckers you have been fuckin off with behind my back....yes...and you are gona bring them here....one by one,I want to see them fuck you...so I can do it even better". Before I could respond, he covers my mouth, his dick still hard in me, he thrust himself deeper inside and ejaculates. He turns the water off, hands me a towel. I am speechless.
So, I am sitting here thinking. How am I going to get any man to come fuck me in front of my man. A few of them know I'm involved and a couple have no clue. The ones who know about him, know his occupation and they know how intimidating Officers can be. From the beginning he made that known "tell him you don't need him no more,you have a cop now". He damn near ran off all my friends.
There is no way in hell I am going to be able to convince anyone to go through with this. Not any who know about his ass,that is. The one person who I had in mind, won't do it because he is afraid that he'll have him arrested if he fucks me too well. I know, it sounds stupid.
I want to please him in anyway I can, but this is difficult. I don't want to lose him. I feel like I owe it to him. And why the fuck I am not focusing on the affairs he's had? Besides the glitter from the lip gloss on his collar and the time away from home,that's the only proof I have. Which is not enough proof, to bring it up to him, he will only say that I am "deflecting".
I would ask the neighbor to come and join us for play,but he hasn't had anything pleasant to say about him since he spent Christmas with me. I called him this morning and I explained the situation to him, just to see what he thought. The neighbor said"he only wants to do this to show you up and to stroke that fuckin Cop ego of his. It's not about you Dream, its not about you guys' relationship, its all about him, his ego and his insecurities...listen,if he loves you...like he says, he will back off you and if you love him...do not go through with it...work on your relationship together and if you want to swing,do it, but with non threatening parties...a person neither one of you knows,that's if you want to be a swinger again...with him". The neighbor made all valid points, everything makes sense now.
I went next door to get some ice, the icemaker is not working again. The neighbor was busy, told me he would bring some over when he was done.
The neighbor is here, we had sex in his office chair. He's in the bathroom now. What an incredible feeling. I am in our home, in his manly retreat,naked,sweating from the wicked sex I had in his office with the neighbor. Let me check my phone, its been going off since he got here. What the fuck-I just received text messages"I saw the neighbor guy go nside the house,I know ur there wit him now,tell him I'm cumn n NOW&u better b ready2fuck n front of me or I am going2choke you out&kick his ass".
Oh shit,he's at the door!!
TTYL...
~Dream~
Monday, July 23, 2012
Dear Diary-Manic Monday July23_2012
Users,Abusers,Givers,Takers-Which1Are You?
In life the classification of people can be broken into four categories:
User
Abuser
Giver
Taker
Everyone has their own definition of each,but I've taken the time to give some precise examples of each type.
The User: A person who uses or operates something (a machine or even another person). The typical user is either fully aware they are a user or their in denial about using people. Users have a constant void to fill. They feel power when they manipulate situations that benefit them.
The Abuser: Someone who regularly or habitually abuses someone or something,in particular. An abuser receives power from controlling a person who is emotionally bound to them. The abuser has no sense of self worth without someone to control. Abusers are very into self, and have a sickening type of arrogance.
The Giver: Someone who devotes themselves completely. The giver does without question and gives without seeking reciprocity. A giver is someone who lives to help others.
The Taker: A person who takes a specified thing. The taker can be someone who expects others to provide for them. A takers affixation is what that person can do for me. A taker is not concerned about an emotional attachment with an individual,its all about how they can benefit from knowing or being with this person.
Victims of each class will vary:
A person who seeks an emotional bond, they will often accept a sex based only relationship. This victim does not see themselves as vulnerable because they are strong minded people. People who just want to be accepted for who they are. -The User Victim
The abuse victim is someone who has poor self esteem, and is simply seeking anyone who will pay attention to them and who will show "love" to them. The attention they receive from a abuser can be a mixture of high energy sex,loads of quality time,and intervals of physical/emotional abuse (meaning-the abuse will come and go,they will be on a love/hate roller coaster)some do not care as long as they are not being ignored and the need for attention is met,"its ok". This person may also see the abuser as loving "they do care"because they show strong emotions toward them.-The Abuse Victim
A victim of someone who gives constantly, the results are guilt sometimes resentment toward the giver. The receiver can begin to question the giver,accusations can be that the giver does what they do for "self gratification". Very tricky,not often will there be victims of givers and actually most givers become victims if they give too often. People will take their kindness as a weakness (hence why they will get used).
A takers victims are usually people who want to help yet they have their limits to how much help their willing to give. Sexually,these individuals give a lot of passion in the bedroom. This person just wants to be happy in life,no matter what they do. The takers feed from their emotions. The majority of a takers victims are the givers.-The Taker Victim
A highly sexual,discreet,corporate woman begins to attend swinger parties. She is curious of the lifestyle and seeks a long term relationship. She knows the rules of the lifestyle, and respects it. She often has random encounters with fellow lifers and obtains friendships with the gents she brings home. The men are not seeking a relationship,yet,she yearns for the companionship from any fellow that spends a little time with her. Is she a giver or taker? Or is she a user or a taker victim?
A mother of five almost grown children, has been with the same man for more than two decades. She has never stepped outside of their relationship. He,on the other hand,has children outside of the relationship and has cheated on her numerous times. She rekindles a friendship with a former classmate, seeking conversation and guidance. An emotional bond is created with the classmate. She falls for him, and he gives her an ultimatum. She couldn't quickly decide, so the classmate cuts her off completely, choosing for her. Her long term boyfriend finds out about the other guy, and finds it hilarious that she (a lowly single Mom of five) would even try to seek consoling outside of their relationship. Is she an abuse victim or a giver? Is the Baby Father an abuser or a taker? Or could he be a giver and a taker? Is the former classmate a taker?
A married woman, her spouse has an established busy career. They own the home of their dreams,money in the bank,and they have vacationed at the most elite destinations. When you see the two, they appear happy. Far from the truth,many nights she has slept alone and countless days she has attended events without her husband. She does love him, they were college sweethearts, but the love she has for him is very thin. She drifts away from him emotionally, and seeks affection from another. Her husband knows she is having an affair, but chooses to ignore it, because he has been cheating for many years. Is the husband the abuser or is he the user? Is the wife the victim of a giver or is she the giver?
As you see, our roles in life will fluctuate and sometimes often will stay the same. No matter what character we are in this play we call life, we must accept our true identity. Hurt as less as possible, obtain as much as we can, seek knowledge daily and receive pleasure as much as possible-simple guidelines to follow, hard for most.
We are all led by our emotions-our genitals, cast out signals to our brains,leading us into the darkness or the light,all uncharted waters. Be careful when sailing, you never know what kind of weather (karma) is going to forecast.
Kisses to you,
~Dream~
In life the classification of people can be broken into four categories:
User
Abuser
Giver
Taker
Everyone has their own definition of each,but I've taken the time to give some precise examples of each type.
The User: A person who uses or operates something (a machine or even another person). The typical user is either fully aware they are a user or their in denial about using people. Users have a constant void to fill. They feel power when they manipulate situations that benefit them.
The Abuser: Someone who regularly or habitually abuses someone or something,in particular. An abuser receives power from controlling a person who is emotionally bound to them. The abuser has no sense of self worth without someone to control. Abusers are very into self, and have a sickening type of arrogance.
The Giver: Someone who devotes themselves completely. The giver does without question and gives without seeking reciprocity. A giver is someone who lives to help others.
The Taker: A person who takes a specified thing. The taker can be someone who expects others to provide for them. A takers affixation is what that person can do for me. A taker is not concerned about an emotional attachment with an individual,its all about how they can benefit from knowing or being with this person.
Victims of each class will vary:
A person who seeks an emotional bond, they will often accept a sex based only relationship. This victim does not see themselves as vulnerable because they are strong minded people. People who just want to be accepted for who they are. -The User Victim
The abuse victim is someone who has poor self esteem, and is simply seeking anyone who will pay attention to them and who will show "love" to them. The attention they receive from a abuser can be a mixture of high energy sex,loads of quality time,and intervals of physical/emotional abuse (meaning-the abuse will come and go,they will be on a love/hate roller coaster)some do not care as long as they are not being ignored and the need for attention is met,"its ok". This person may also see the abuser as loving "they do care"because they show strong emotions toward them.-The Abuse Victim
A victim of someone who gives constantly, the results are guilt sometimes resentment toward the giver. The receiver can begin to question the giver,accusations can be that the giver does what they do for "self gratification". Very tricky,not often will there be victims of givers and actually most givers become victims if they give too often. People will take their kindness as a weakness (hence why they will get used).
A takers victims are usually people who want to help yet they have their limits to how much help their willing to give. Sexually,these individuals give a lot of passion in the bedroom. This person just wants to be happy in life,no matter what they do. The takers feed from their emotions. The majority of a takers victims are the givers.-The Taker Victim
A highly sexual,discreet,corporate woman begins to attend swinger parties. She is curious of the lifestyle and seeks a long term relationship. She knows the rules of the lifestyle, and respects it. She often has random encounters with fellow lifers and obtains friendships with the gents she brings home. The men are not seeking a relationship,yet,she yearns for the companionship from any fellow that spends a little time with her. Is she a giver or taker? Or is she a user or a taker victim?
A mother of five almost grown children, has been with the same man for more than two decades. She has never stepped outside of their relationship. He,on the other hand,has children outside of the relationship and has cheated on her numerous times. She rekindles a friendship with a former classmate, seeking conversation and guidance. An emotional bond is created with the classmate. She falls for him, and he gives her an ultimatum. She couldn't quickly decide, so the classmate cuts her off completely, choosing for her. Her long term boyfriend finds out about the other guy, and finds it hilarious that she (a lowly single Mom of five) would even try to seek consoling outside of their relationship. Is she an abuse victim or a giver? Is the Baby Father an abuser or a taker? Or could he be a giver and a taker? Is the former classmate a taker?
A married woman, her spouse has an established busy career. They own the home of their dreams,money in the bank,and they have vacationed at the most elite destinations. When you see the two, they appear happy. Far from the truth,many nights she has slept alone and countless days she has attended events without her husband. She does love him, they were college sweethearts, but the love she has for him is very thin. She drifts away from him emotionally, and seeks affection from another. Her husband knows she is having an affair, but chooses to ignore it, because he has been cheating for many years. Is the husband the abuser or is he the user? Is the wife the victim of a giver or is she the giver?
As you see, our roles in life will fluctuate and sometimes often will stay the same. No matter what character we are in this play we call life, we must accept our true identity. Hurt as less as possible, obtain as much as we can, seek knowledge daily and receive pleasure as much as possible-simple guidelines to follow, hard for most.
We are all led by our emotions-our genitals, cast out signals to our brains,leading us into the darkness or the light,all uncharted waters. Be careful when sailing, you never know what kind of weather (karma) is going to forecast.
Kisses to you,
~Dream~
Sunday, July 15, 2012
Sunday, June 10, 2012
Dear Diary Xperiences_June10_2012
Dear Diary:
Laying here covered in sweat,tingling,full of passion. Marinating in his sublime essence,I want to smile so hard, but I think that my face is frozen. I slowly inhale, trying to savor the moment. The energy that we exchanged was incredible. My thirst was quenched by licking his sweat. My soul was at ease, the sexy confessions I released in his ear, was such a relief.
I wish that time would continue to cease. The powerful orgasms elicit tears causing my eyes to become bloodshot red. My clit humming from the caress of his lips. My pussy throbbing from the sensual beat down.
I am weightless, so open, and very vulnerable. I close my eyes and place my hand upon his smooth chest, my fingertips are riding the waves of his pulsating heart. The rhythm makes my pussy even wetter. His body is glowing and the flawless strokes seem perpetual.
All of the negative things that were done and said were erased. Once again, we are back to a clean slate. The intoxicating passion and vicious love consumes anything that is not warranted.
Which would explain the nauseating feeling I got by being with the another. My body was deathly stiff, my eyes were pierced shut. There was nothing he could do to bring me out of that unemotional state. The kisses he placed upon me felt like poison. The tears, he could not see, were from pure disgust. Upset at myself and utterly disappointed, I pushed him off me. It was silly of me to think that I could attempt to rekindle something that was extinct.
Totally grossed out by someone I had at envisioned a life with. I did not want him touching me. That was a very long night, I slept to farthest corner of the bed. He touched me, I flinched"baby,you are going to fall off the bed" he said. I sternly replied,"NO,I'm not". I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. When morning came,there was no kiss or sensual "good morning baby"greeting nor was there breakfast in bed. The conversation was minimal, eventually he got the point and he left.
My stomach was queasy, I cried. I was glad it was finally over. I could not endure another second in his presence. I thought I had made him feel uncomfortable, that is why he left. Honestly, that was not it. He left because I refused be attentive to him and I refused to have sex with him. Excuse me-he left because I refused to have UNprotected sex with him.
He has not given up his pursuit of me. He calls from various numbers and I am beyond ready to divulge why I do not want to be with him.
I will not spare his feelings, how he treated me when we were together, he needs to hear every word. This what I thought of saying to him:
"You know, things between us have never been the same since we broke up. I have tried to fathom getting back with you and having that life we wanted. I simply cannot see myself with you. The feelings that I had for you are no more. I can't even be a sex only friend with you, I am no longer attracted to you. As a matter of fact, I cannot talk to you period, we are not on the same level. I have grown. I'm in a place in my life where I am the happiest being among people on my level. I am not happy when I am with you. You drain the shit out of me. Lastly, I am in love, yes, I am in love with a man that gives me so much more than you could ever-mentally and emotionally. You could give me you every single day,but it will never equal to what I get from him, and I don't need to see him daily. I wish you the best,but do me a favor and never contact me again."
This love came abruptly,like a speeding comet. A red hot ball of fire,its contents unknown. Everyday is unpredictable, when we are together its outstanding. No matter how the day is going, once we leave each others presence, the remainder of the day is golden. I have a sense of safety when I am with him. The mutual trust is the main ingredient. He respects it, its never been a vernissage. The exotic, erotic love is dual, that can only be exploited by us, outside influences make it toxic.
So beautiful, the same being that can bring me to curse their name is the same person that gives me tears of pleasure and I scream his name. Nevertheless,I'm that woman who can ignore him for days,display my displease and make him feel like he's the plague. I'm that vivacious woman who is real and nurturing. Additionally, an intellectual woman with bomb ass "head" service and impeccable "cum" back pussy.
Its the magic I feel when I am with him that has kept me grounded. My sexy occupation gets overwhelming with raising a family,the fans, weirdos and stalkers I come across.
"Nothing Like Loving You"-Amerie(my song of the day).
The phone rings,its my Ex, he's pleading his case, talking about my present love and how he is the better man for me. I'm about to tell him,"once the light has burnt out for you,there is nothing you can do to turn it back on".
-The End.
~Dream~
*Never regret the things you have encountered, be thankful for the life lessons,the Xperiences*
Laying here covered in sweat,tingling,full of passion. Marinating in his sublime essence,I want to smile so hard, but I think that my face is frozen. I slowly inhale, trying to savor the moment. The energy that we exchanged was incredible. My thirst was quenched by licking his sweat. My soul was at ease, the sexy confessions I released in his ear, was such a relief.
I wish that time would continue to cease. The powerful orgasms elicit tears causing my eyes to become bloodshot red. My clit humming from the caress of his lips. My pussy throbbing from the sensual beat down.
I am weightless, so open, and very vulnerable. I close my eyes and place my hand upon his smooth chest, my fingertips are riding the waves of his pulsating heart. The rhythm makes my pussy even wetter. His body is glowing and the flawless strokes seem perpetual.
All of the negative things that were done and said were erased. Once again, we are back to a clean slate. The intoxicating passion and vicious love consumes anything that is not warranted.
Which would explain the nauseating feeling I got by being with the another. My body was deathly stiff, my eyes were pierced shut. There was nothing he could do to bring me out of that unemotional state. The kisses he placed upon me felt like poison. The tears, he could not see, were from pure disgust. Upset at myself and utterly disappointed, I pushed him off me. It was silly of me to think that I could attempt to rekindle something that was extinct.
Totally grossed out by someone I had at envisioned a life with. I did not want him touching me. That was a very long night, I slept to farthest corner of the bed. He touched me, I flinched"baby,you are going to fall off the bed" he said. I sternly replied,"NO,I'm not". I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. When morning came,there was no kiss or sensual "good morning baby"greeting nor was there breakfast in bed. The conversation was minimal, eventually he got the point and he left.
My stomach was queasy, I cried. I was glad it was finally over. I could not endure another second in his presence. I thought I had made him feel uncomfortable, that is why he left. Honestly, that was not it. He left because I refused be attentive to him and I refused to have sex with him. Excuse me-he left because I refused to have UNprotected sex with him.
He has not given up his pursuit of me. He calls from various numbers and I am beyond ready to divulge why I do not want to be with him.
I will not spare his feelings, how he treated me when we were together, he needs to hear every word. This what I thought of saying to him:
"You know, things between us have never been the same since we broke up. I have tried to fathom getting back with you and having that life we wanted. I simply cannot see myself with you. The feelings that I had for you are no more. I can't even be a sex only friend with you, I am no longer attracted to you. As a matter of fact, I cannot talk to you period, we are not on the same level. I have grown. I'm in a place in my life where I am the happiest being among people on my level. I am not happy when I am with you. You drain the shit out of me. Lastly, I am in love, yes, I am in love with a man that gives me so much more than you could ever-mentally and emotionally. You could give me you every single day,but it will never equal to what I get from him, and I don't need to see him daily. I wish you the best,but do me a favor and never contact me again."
This love came abruptly,like a speeding comet. A red hot ball of fire,its contents unknown. Everyday is unpredictable, when we are together its outstanding. No matter how the day is going, once we leave each others presence, the remainder of the day is golden. I have a sense of safety when I am with him. The mutual trust is the main ingredient. He respects it, its never been a vernissage. The exotic, erotic love is dual, that can only be exploited by us, outside influences make it toxic.
So beautiful, the same being that can bring me to curse their name is the same person that gives me tears of pleasure and I scream his name. Nevertheless,I'm that woman who can ignore him for days,display my displease and make him feel like he's the plague. I'm that vivacious woman who is real and nurturing. Additionally, an intellectual woman with bomb ass "head" service and impeccable "cum" back pussy.
Its the magic I feel when I am with him that has kept me grounded. My sexy occupation gets overwhelming with raising a family,the fans, weirdos and stalkers I come across.
"Nothing Like Loving You"-Amerie(my song of the day).
The phone rings,its my Ex, he's pleading his case, talking about my present love and how he is the better man for me. I'm about to tell him,"once the light has burnt out for you,there is nothing you can do to turn it back on".
-The End.
~Dream~
*Never regret the things you have encountered, be thankful for the life lessons,the Xperiences*
Monday, May 28, 2012
From The Seductress:Summer Seduction&Fetish
From The Desk of The Seductress:
Moving along...if you have a particular fetish that you are into and your mate isn't...take caution when and if you decide to introduce this information to them...not everyone is open to evvvverything...and some pretend that they are in order to keep their mate happy (which isn't good because your partner will detect even an ounce of your resistance)...those who aren't interested in the whole fetish world...please be sensitive to those who are...if its someone you love...you might lose them or a part of them....I am going to take time to acknowledge some of the most common fetishes.I will list below:
Often I get asked by friends or fans"what can I do to turn him/her on" and "what can I do to enhance the sex"...well,its so many different things one can do to insure a pleasurable sexperience, I will share some ideas here and feel free to research on your own. Feedback is always welcome (atlthickdream@gmail.com).
There are certain foods that enhance the arousal in the human body (chocolate/caffeine,nuts,grapefruit-other citrus fruits,cinnamon,vanilla)...the aphrodisiac can vary in the individual(especially if they are into a fetish). Also,online you can purchase natural pheromones to attract someone to you(I would recommend checking local shoppes that carry natural products such as herbs,ointments,etc.)..I am big on pheromones&aphrodisiacs.
However, I am here to tell you that the seduction starts in the mind first before anything else. I am big on presentation and role play...the big picture is important...kinda like a kid receiving a present...how would you like a gift given to you that was wrapped in old newspaper from the fish market...and it had holes in it...I think not. Present yourself to your mate as much desirable as possible-------&always..always..always try to do this..it helps to keep your sex life poppin.I know that there is nothing like rolling over to your partner in the middle of the night and just going at it...I know,so during those times I will make an exception. But-many times our sexual encounters are planned...whether its meeting up with an old friend (with whom you have sex with) or you are going out for a night on the town (many of us know if we are going to get laid/give it up or not that night, there are few who hope&pray prior to leaving home that they get some,lol)...OKAY...NOW,when we go out..we dress up and put on our smell goods too right? Alrighty then, the same goes for when you are at home with your partner...do the exact same thing...try not to ever let yourself go (AKA-decreasing your:personal hygiene,grooming or whole well being)for too long...keep the sex spectacular(try different positions&locations)..and never assume that the loving is good all the time...when you are having sex with someone over a period of time...every single time can't always be good..all the time? That is rare...UNLESS, you are doing what I have written above. Keeping yourself in check&keeping it poppin. If you have tried these things and nothing has worked for you then it could be that you're just completely turned off by that person,and dear nothing is going to help you but some prayer and a great imagination. Now before you completely throw the towel in here are some tips to keep it sexy this summer:
Summertime Sexy:
Ladies-Keep your hair done and nails done,if you cannot afford to hit the nail spa every two weeks,DIY(do it yourself)! Make sure you are keeping your hair hydrated and clean to minimize breakage from the summer heat. Drink plenty of water to keep your insides healthy and your skin happy. Lastly,mix and match last years pieces with new accessories. Do not be afraid to try to bright colors and trendy styles. Incorporate your lover into wardrobe decision making,bring him along or flick a dressing room pic,if its hot,he'll share,if he's silent more than likely keep it on the rack.
Gentlemen-Keep it tight from head to toe women notice everything! Stay on schedule with your barber. And its okay to look nice,especially for yourself and your lady(I promise you will not lose cool points with the fellas if you do so). Do not forget to tighten up on your hygiene as the heat increases - keep your breath and balls fresh, yes-your sweaty salty balls,lol!! When shopping for new summer looks, be careful you do not want to over do it. You do not want to look too "busy" with loud patterns. Ask your honey if you are not sure what looks nice on you, and if shopping is not your thing-hand over the card or the cash to her,and see what she brings back.
For both sexes-Change around your bedroom,do some much needed cleaning,get rid of something they may have been pressing you to give away, do something ultra kinky together,make sure you get out and get it popping,get out of the routine,so no go on the BLAH!! Stay active and have fun-you only live once (YOLO)!
Moving along...if you have a particular fetish that you are into and your mate isn't...take caution when and if you decide to introduce this information to them...not everyone is open to evvvverything...and some pretend that they are in order to keep their mate happy (which isn't good because your partner will detect even an ounce of your resistance)...those who aren't interested in the whole fetish world...please be sensitive to those who are...if its someone you love...you might lose them or a part of them....I am going to take time to acknowledge some of the most common fetishes.I will list below:
1.BDSM-Bondange,dominating,submission,sadism&masochism (This can be serious and fun but not everyone can handle this.) A Dom-the head or leader in the relationship. The Sub-the submissive person in the relationship. A female Dom can be called a Mistress,Goddess,etc. A male Dom can be called a Master,Leader,Owner,Daddy,etc. The sub can be nicknamed a slave,pet,boy,or some odd title that's suppose to humiliate the sub.
2. Foot/feet fetish-(A personal favorite) I have openly admitted that I love feet! And I am not ashamed to say it.
3. Tickle fetish-research that one on your own..lol!
4. Bite fetish"odaxelagnia"-either you are the biter or the bitee...and yes, there has to be tactic used when doing this one.
5. Material or item fetish(what I call a Tangible Fetish)-fixation on a certain item,fabric,a particular size of a person or certain body parts(leather fetish,thigh fetish,big woman fetish,shoe fetish,big butt fetish).
Hope everyone is very aroused with today's topic...be blessed because you are loved.~Dream~
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