Dear Diary:
I decided to start back dating actively. Its not been too long, and I am already tired of it. I do not know where some of these fools come from,lol. I can see why I am single by choice. I only started back dating because I felt I owed it to myself. I have a lot to offer a man. Nonetheless,I still feel like I was "forced" to jump into the dating pool. Maybe due to boredom & sexual deprivation got me to this point.
So, I decided to date without divulging my identity and occupation. I told my potential suitor that I attend college full-time and I'm a single Mom(yes,I told part of the truth).
I didn't reveal who I was&what I did for an occupation til after the candles were lit and dinner was made. I felt that I owed it to him, plus I got tired of hearing about his "stories" and listening to music that he chose especially for that night. This guy is horrible with sending subliminal messages. He was playing some slow old school music, then when I told him "all of this was not necessary", he changed it up (he played some wack ass rap,some kinda I want to fuck type music). See,from day one he was trying to be my man. I had to put the brakes on him quickly. In so many words, I told him that I was not looking to rush into a relationship right now,because I have some things that I have to do before settling down. Also, I said that I wasn't shutting down any offers of commitment,I just want things to happen naturally,not forced.
I watched two movies with him(never did that shit before without either falling asleep or making out,a big time first). He sat between my thighs underneath a blanket the entire time. I think he was tipsy, I was feeling fine. I made sure that my alcohol consumption was within good limits. I did not want to fall asleep or get a DUI on the way home.
After the second movie, I could not take it anymore. I let my guard down. I was like "fuck it", I got tired of him begging "can I see it" then two minutes later he'd ask"can I lick it" and another two minutes later he's asking"can I touch it"then he would repeat it. I said "no,watch the movie"..then answer his "why"each time with"because I said so". Felt like I was talking to my kid.
I held back because I wanted to drive him crazy,lol,I knew that my pheromones were high. My pussy had not been touched in weeks, I was extremely horny.
Hysterically,I was laughing my ass off on the inside, he was not paying attention to the movies that he put in for us to watch. His head was buried between my thighs. He was smelling my pussy the entire time. "My goodness,is this the same man that claimed not to be thirsty for a woman"I said to myself.
I believe it was the 100th time he asked"can we do it" or "can I touch it"when I gave in. He eased his hands into my warm pants, and let out a sigh of relief. He started to finger my pussy,his breathing rate increased. "Damn baby,your pussy is so wet,can I taste it"he asked. I did not speak,just gave a slight nod. He pulls my pants off,then tries to completely undress me, I stopped him. It was way too cold to get butt ass naked just yet,I was not warming up to that idea. My pants dropped to the floor,he fell to his knees and forces his face into my twat. I did not touch him, my face was pointed to the ceiling, I made no noise. I pushed him off my clit several times, he was going at it all wrong, eventually he got it right. My voice was unsilenced.
He takes my hand, leads me upstairs to his bedroom. Its completely dark. I made him open the blinds, so he can see my sex faces. I did not want him to ever forget that moment. I hand him two condoms,he places them on the nightstand. I said,"put em on",he replies"I will baby,let me taste you some more,I am not irresponsible baby,don't worry-I got you".
I bend over leaving my ass facing him, he eats my pussy from the back. He sucked my pussy lips so hard it makes a loud smacking noise. Such a turn on, I am dripping wet. It wasn't much longer when he put his thick dick inside of me. He broke that tight pussy seal,gives me a few strokes then he slides out,my pussy was very wet. He had to wipe my juices off his dick&my pussy some,in order for him to remain inside of me.
Thirty minutes and three mini orgasms later, he is asking me "baby,are you ready to cum on this dick". The sex was good, but not good enough for me to let out all of my emotions. I kept silent for the most part,giving off an occasional "ahhaaa".
I know he was ready to cum after what ten minutes,he kept talking about how good my pussy was&asking where have I been all his life&if we had met earlier in life we would have had a houseful of children together. I let him talk my head off and sex me like he never had good pussy in his life. It kinda fed my ego, but not really. I wanted him to go long&give me a big fat orgasm.
With my legs up around his neck,ass titled upward, I cum and very hard...my pussy contracted so hard, it almost pulled the condom off. He's shaking from the tight suction on his dick,he's swaying (still in my pussy)shaking slightly. He grabs both of my shoulders,releases this big load,and like a big tree-timberrrr,he falls over on me. Uuugh,I wanted to push his ass off of me. He has all of his weight on me,sweating like an old Doberman Pinscher, panting. I try to console him by rubbing his back, thinking that would signal him to ease up off me,but he seem like was stuck on me....weighing me down,like a fucking wet rock. I had to say"I have to go pee"in order for him to move his ass off me.
I freshen up,started to get dressed, ready for my early morning drive home. He comes from behind,hugs me, and starts pleading me to stay&sleep with him til daylight hours. I told him"I have to go,my kid has an appointment in the morning". Reality sets in,he replies"oh yeah,that is right"&gives me the most tightest hug I have gotten in my life. While in his clutches, I'm thinking"he is so selfish,greedy ass nigga,trying to keep me here all night,damn that,I am going home to sleep in my own damn bed,fuck being his bed buddy prisoner for the night".
He walks me to the door,I felt the disappointment in his voice,I told him good night and told him that he did not have to walk me to my car. He said,"call me when you make it home safely". He watches me fade into the dark. I text him when I make it in. He replies back"I wish u cuda stayed the nite,I'm laying here n this bed,wide awake thinkin of u,still smelling u,dick hard again,wishing u were here". I did not respond to that message,I fell asleep trying to figure out how to reply.
(To Be Continued.....he's off tonight&I'm horny again,I may go out with another or suffer another night with him,I am kinda afraid to give him more sex, I fear he may turn stalker...all because he cannot handle my good pussy)
Kisses to you,
~Dream~
Sunday, January 22, 2012
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Monday, January 9, 2012
Dear Diary-That Man in My Dreams
Dear Diary:
There is this man I cannot stop dreaming about. He has the brightest smile you could ever see. His body glows when he comes out the darkness to be with me. His arms are strong enough to pick me up and fuck me in the air. His embrace is tight like a vice grip, but very comforting.
The sex we have in my dreams is the best I have ever had. It brings forth all of my emotions, even tears that he kisses away.
My dreams of this man are very sexual, highly emotional, and he is very thoughtful. He never speaks an angry tone to me. He just does what I need to have done. He is there when I am afraid of the bad things that come from the deepest part of the darkness in my dreams. He shoots all of the bad men who try to harm me, and smash the supersized spiders that try to attack me.
He is my sandman, my sleepy time hero. Super sexy,ultra shiny baldhead, my pussy conqueror,a true Champion.
Lately, I have been anxiously waiting for night to come. I brush my teeth twice,comb my hair extra nice, and freshen up my pussy just in case this sexy apparition becomes reality or takes physical form and knocks on my door.
Unfortunately, that has not happened, he only appears when I am in my REM portion of sleep.
In the morning, at times I am sad when I awake and he is not laying beside me, brushing the hair out my face and kissing me on my forehead.
Its the thoughts of him, that keep me going throughout the day. Thinking of him brings me much joy. In the shower, water running down my breast to my thick thighs to when I am driving along shuffling through a busy day. While standing in line at the bank, I close my eyes and grab my neck ,I feel his presence. And whatever was bothering me, becomes unimportant. Nipples erect and the cotton lining moist in my panties, that is what thinking of him does to me.
As I finish this message, my pussy is throbbing, my eyes are watery, I tilt my head back to keep the tears from flowing. A warm sensation has came over me, confirmation that he is with me, and waiting for me to fall asleep.
Tonight, I will bow to him as if he were my King. I will suck him til his knees shake, and my full lips are dripping with his cum. I will allow him to take me in anyway he so chooses for he is the man of my dreams.
Kisses to you,
~Dream~
There is this man I cannot stop dreaming about. He has the brightest smile you could ever see. His body glows when he comes out the darkness to be with me. His arms are strong enough to pick me up and fuck me in the air. His embrace is tight like a vice grip, but very comforting.
The sex we have in my dreams is the best I have ever had. It brings forth all of my emotions, even tears that he kisses away.
My dreams of this man are very sexual, highly emotional, and he is very thoughtful. He never speaks an angry tone to me. He just does what I need to have done. He is there when I am afraid of the bad things that come from the deepest part of the darkness in my dreams. He shoots all of the bad men who try to harm me, and smash the supersized spiders that try to attack me.
He is my sandman, my sleepy time hero. Super sexy,ultra shiny baldhead, my pussy conqueror,a true Champion.
Lately, I have been anxiously waiting for night to come. I brush my teeth twice,comb my hair extra nice, and freshen up my pussy just in case this sexy apparition becomes reality or takes physical form and knocks on my door.
Unfortunately, that has not happened, he only appears when I am in my REM portion of sleep.
In the morning, at times I am sad when I awake and he is not laying beside me, brushing the hair out my face and kissing me on my forehead.
Its the thoughts of him, that keep me going throughout the day. Thinking of him brings me much joy. In the shower, water running down my breast to my thick thighs to when I am driving along shuffling through a busy day. While standing in line at the bank, I close my eyes and grab my neck ,I feel his presence. And whatever was bothering me, becomes unimportant. Nipples erect and the cotton lining moist in my panties, that is what thinking of him does to me.
As I finish this message, my pussy is throbbing, my eyes are watery, I tilt my head back to keep the tears from flowing. A warm sensation has came over me, confirmation that he is with me, and waiting for me to fall asleep.
Tonight, I will bow to him as if he were my King. I will suck him til his knees shake, and my full lips are dripping with his cum. I will allow him to take me in anyway he so chooses for he is the man of my dreams.
Kisses to you,
~Dream~
Thursday, January 5, 2012
Dear Diary-New Year Thoughts
Dear Diary:
I am glad that I made it through another year. I welcomed 2012 with open arms. Just ready to start various projects,make new connections, and make new money.
A lot of folk did their resolution thing,some reflected and made goals based on what they did or did not do in 2011. I am not the resolution kind of chick. I merely looked at the year as a whole and begun listing things I wanted to accomplish the upcoming year. Hence, why I said I was on my 2012 before the New Year rung in.
I had some major life lessons in 2011, which made me a stronger woman. I can see things from a totally different perspective.
I believe things happen for a reason, certain events cause them to occur and sometimes we may inadvertently force them. I had a former boyfriend tell me that maybe I was in the wrong field or "profession" because he felt I was not successful as I could be,in his eyes. He was so wrong, things happen to all of us. That is all a part of life. This life was not meant to be perfect and without trials, what a boring life I think it would be.
The only mistake I made was having that kind of conversation with his ass, a man who cannot stay still to be a father to his children,forget being involved in a relationship with a woman...that is too much to ask. People like that cannot commit to anything because they think they know it all.
I know that I did not complete some projects that I started in 2011. The primary reason was that I went through a transition of being without that live-in assistance. That took some adjustment.
I do not believe in curses that keep you stagnant, I do believe in the choices you make with your own free will having an effect on your life when they are not clearly thought through. Every choice or plan should have a good execution.
Also, I believe that good comes to those who do good. A "blessing" can come in many different forms, not necessarily in the form of money or a new job promotion. A blessing can come big or simple, and just because good is done all year around does not mean a major blessing will come immediately the following year. We may not be ready to receive the blessing that is in store for us. And sometimes adults get blessings and do not recognize them as one. Also,we are like a child getting a toy, after time what do they do with it? Throw it aside,along with the other junk they own.
I appreciate all the things that I have,and the things I want to have will come, some naturally and others will come without me forcing it. Either way, I am grateful for all I have. From the children I gave life to the people I met, I am happy to have those experiences.
The thought use to cross my mind, what if I changed who I am-conform so that I can be "accepted" by my family and future lovers. That thought was quickly diminished, I cannot live my life to please others. Been there done that. I love who I am and I have passion in what I do. My creative, artistic, bubbly personality keeps me young. I could not see myself being no other way. Yes, I could have been that uptight lawyer or that honorable Nurse,but would I have been truly happy? I highly doubt it. The traits we have are innate, if we took a picture or video from childhood and view it now I bet it will reflect who we are now as adults. When I was a child, I was always singing, laughing,acting-performing and writing something creative. Ha,Ha,Ha,to those who think they can change who they were destined to be, and big laughs to those who think they can change their unspoken naughty traits (the perv,the freak,the pretender,the cheater). I've learned to accept who I truly am, and adapt as my environment changes.
Being healthy, productive, and positive are my key elements to getting the best out of a new year....out of life in general.
Success has to be an ingredient throughout the year, not just in January. We all want what we want, crave what we desire. I say, seek happiness from within and be happy no matter what cards were dealt to you.
Kisses to you,
~Dream~
1-5-2012
I am glad that I made it through another year. I welcomed 2012 with open arms. Just ready to start various projects,make new connections, and make new money.
A lot of folk did their resolution thing,some reflected and made goals based on what they did or did not do in 2011. I am not the resolution kind of chick. I merely looked at the year as a whole and begun listing things I wanted to accomplish the upcoming year. Hence, why I said I was on my 2012 before the New Year rung in.
I had some major life lessons in 2011, which made me a stronger woman. I can see things from a totally different perspective.
I believe things happen for a reason, certain events cause them to occur and sometimes we may inadvertently force them. I had a former boyfriend tell me that maybe I was in the wrong field or "profession" because he felt I was not successful as I could be,in his eyes. He was so wrong, things happen to all of us. That is all a part of life. This life was not meant to be perfect and without trials, what a boring life I think it would be.
The only mistake I made was having that kind of conversation with his ass, a man who cannot stay still to be a father to his children,forget being involved in a relationship with a woman...that is too much to ask. People like that cannot commit to anything because they think they know it all.
I know that I did not complete some projects that I started in 2011. The primary reason was that I went through a transition of being without that live-in assistance. That took some adjustment.
I do not believe in curses that keep you stagnant, I do believe in the choices you make with your own free will having an effect on your life when they are not clearly thought through. Every choice or plan should have a good execution.
Also, I believe that good comes to those who do good. A "blessing" can come in many different forms, not necessarily in the form of money or a new job promotion. A blessing can come big or simple, and just because good is done all year around does not mean a major blessing will come immediately the following year. We may not be ready to receive the blessing that is in store for us. And sometimes adults get blessings and do not recognize them as one. Also,we are like a child getting a toy, after time what do they do with it? Throw it aside,along with the other junk they own.
I appreciate all the things that I have,and the things I want to have will come, some naturally and others will come without me forcing it. Either way, I am grateful for all I have. From the children I gave life to the people I met, I am happy to have those experiences.
The thought use to cross my mind, what if I changed who I am-conform so that I can be "accepted" by my family and future lovers. That thought was quickly diminished, I cannot live my life to please others. Been there done that. I love who I am and I have passion in what I do. My creative, artistic, bubbly personality keeps me young. I could not see myself being no other way. Yes, I could have been that uptight lawyer or that honorable Nurse,but would I have been truly happy? I highly doubt it. The traits we have are innate, if we took a picture or video from childhood and view it now I bet it will reflect who we are now as adults. When I was a child, I was always singing, laughing,acting-performing and writing something creative. Ha,Ha,Ha,to those who think they can change who they were destined to be, and big laughs to those who think they can change their unspoken naughty traits (the perv,the freak,the pretender,the cheater). I've learned to accept who I truly am, and adapt as my environment changes.
Being healthy, productive, and positive are my key elements to getting the best out of a new year....out of life in general.
Success has to be an ingredient throughout the year, not just in January. We all want what we want, crave what we desire. I say, seek happiness from within and be happy no matter what cards were dealt to you.
Kisses to you,
~Dream~
1-5-2012
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