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12/26/2014
Friday, December 26, 2014
Sunday, December 21, 2014
DearDiary_IDKBoutSarg
Dear Diary:
A lot has happened since I last took the time to share with you the dramatic events of my life. He moved out,the last time I wrote a post. I was very upset, even though it was not a surprise to me that he picked up and left the way he did. I had a lot of thinking to do and a lot of decisions to be made. I wanted to be angry with him, I wanted to go after him, and I wanted to know who he was with. If you notice,I am not saying that I wanted him back...hell no,not after he left. He left what seemed like a good loving home,that we built together.
I did not want to chase after him because I did not have it in me to do that. Why?? What for, chase something that does not want to be mine any longer. Chase a man who could not be faithful to me..why would I do such a thing. That is the biggest mistake women make, chase after a man that they know won't CHANGE for them. Fuck changing a man, what about simply letting go of your unhealthy ways, and embracing a more loving you. Those women chase the man based on their own insecurity. Those women fear being alone, I do not fear loneliness. What I do fear is being cheated on repeatedly. What I do fear is HIV/AIDS and God knows what else is out there besides freaking syphilis and that damned Ebola.
Our wedding engagement was cancelled before we could even hire a wedding planner. I'm shocked that he allowed me to keep the ring,hell,I was surprised that he has been so kind to me throughout all of this turmoil. Oh but, there is a reason why Mista is being the "Nice Guy", see all the time that he has been away from our household...he has been playing house with another...and she is expecting his child...yup-My(ex)Huny is having a baby with the woman he left home for. WOW!! When I found out,I almost fell to the floor,HIM having a baby on the way..the man who feared being a Father. The man who threatened me not to get pregnant in our earlier stages because he feared it would "ruin our careers". He once played with me while drinking and having rough sex.."I'm about to bust a nutt in that sweet pussy of yours"he announced. "Nooo,wait baby-make sure you pull out,I am ovulating...pull out baby please"I tell him. "UUUUUghhh,too fuckin late,I just came all up in your fertile pussy...and you better not get pregnant"he said. "You motherfucker"I replied, and jumped up,to rush off to the bathroom to pee out his cum. While I'm pissing in the bathroom,he begins to crack jokes, changing his voice to sound like Ike Turner. "Anna May..you better not get pregnant...or..or..or,Imma kill yo ass,Anna May,you hear me"he said. I looked around in the bathroom like a parrot,head turning,while I am still sitting on the toilet...I know he is NOT talking to me,I thought to myself. So, I just sat there, quiet as a mouse,pretending not to hear a word he was saying. I know every bit of 20 minutes passed before he got up to see if I was alright or had I fell asleep on the toilet. He creeps into the bathroom,peeps in the toilet area..."honey,you ok....you know I was just playing with you". I blinked a few times,gave him a blank expression,paused before I spoke...flushed the toilet and stood up to get eye-to-eye with him. "You do NOT EVER PLAY WITH ME LIKE THAT EVER AGAIN...DO YOU HEAR ME"I yelled, and poked my finger in his chest, then shoved him with my shoulder to get him out of my way.
And it was from that day forward,I knew that I was not going to have any children by his crazy ass....not until he matured. Even though,the thought of having a baby did enter my mind over the years. I would always revisit that day when he threatened me "playing" Ike Turner. My pregnant fantasy would quickly vanish. Which is why over the years, I made sure that I did not get myself pregnant.
After Mr.Man moved out, I spent a lot of time working, and traveling doing things I was afraid to do alone. I even took a few classes at the community arts&recreation center. I make sure that I am at a Zumba class on Wednesday nights, and I regularly attend a Zen yoga class.
At first when we separated my relationship with Sarge grew closer, and we were actually living together for a few months. I really enjoyed the closeness;however, I realized that I needed time for me...to heal. I had to heal my wounds from my relationship with Mr.Man so I can be a better partner for Sarge. Plus, I did not want to deal with Sarges' insecurities along with what I had to deal with emotionally...at the time,it was just too much to handle. Sarge has been married multiple times before, he has children, and grandchildren, and he has been cheated on, and he has been the cheater. So, he has some experience in life, and he also has some emotional baggage of his own,some that I am willing to deal with and other's I can't deal with while I am undergoing a life crisis of my own. He is an excellent guy overall,but at times I cannot help but think that he see me as a thing to possess, not an actual human being.
I've been trying to get Sarge to fuck me/make love to me like Mr.Man does, and it just does not happen the way HE does it. I mean, the sex is satisfying...its just too "soft" at times. I like the diversity of lovemaking...not the type that's always pump pump pump swirl swirl swirl,out and in,in and out..then you're done! Oh my goodness,that is so dry and boring..and who wants that kind of sex for the rest of their life. No wonder his last relationships did not work (I've said to myself after having sex with him many times). I believe Sarge likes to blame the fact that he's been in a uniform all of his life, his reason why his sex and outlook on intimacy is the way it is,possibly...but it can be adjusted..if HE wanted it to be. Sarge is former military and presently active in law enforcement and community politics...men in those positions are some of the BIGGEST freaks I know, therefore that is a big excuse he holds onto. Ha,I think he is just lazy and complacent. The way those co-workers of his eyeball me when I visit him for lunch or the stories they've shared with him about their loose swinger wives/girlfriends. Men in law enforcement, men in the military, men in powerful positions stay horny and super frisky. Sarge ass has decided to take the slow road when it comes to sex/fucking. When I attempt to remind him how he use to sex me multiple times in one night, he acts as if he has amnesia or something. That does nothing, but frustrate me even more. He has me thinking that he suffers from mild Alzheimers the way he forgets things at times...or he could have "selective memory"as my Mother taught me, that most men do suffering from,along with their selective hearing.
Now I did take myself to some group therapy classes, to see if it was something terribly wrong with me. I had to find out why I was having these feelings about our intimacy. I found out that I am a little bit of the blame, and he's the rest of the blame. Because since I am use to receiving sex on a much higher level, its like I've slowed down for Sarge, hence why I am feeling insatiable. I'm pleased with the sex;however, more time has to be put into it, to fulfill me totally. He figures if he slows down,let me(us)savor the moment,prolong the orgasm,that is what I need. That is incorrect. He also thinks too much while having sex, which at times will lead to him preejaculating and or loosing his erection during intercourse. Who knows what he's thinking of while stroking my pussy, but he needs to cut it out and focus on the energy and pleasing me.
I have been very patient with him because I truly love him. It's just frustrating when I try to talk to him about it, and he kinda sorta ignores it as if there's no issue with our intimacy. He figures if I am coming, and so is he, what in the hell is the problem. Well, the problem is that he can't do it harder or longer like he use to do when we first met. I know he can make love to me without needing medicine. He is being stubborn, he uses work as an excuse to why he can't stay the night now, and why we can't have sex and a date night, it now has to be either or...rarely both. He and I have not shared the same bed in a while now.
I want to blame me living an alternative lifestyle with Mr.Man for so long,why my sexual appetite is so high. I'm beginning to believe that I am too much for Sarge now, and he's realizing it, and I feel him now pulling back. I miss the serious,funny,sensual,intellectual, kinky time we have....the spiritual lovemaking that we've had...I miss it tremendously.
Nonetheless,I give him his space. I keep myself busy with work projects, my fitness, and redecorating my house. There are times I want to attend a poly meet up(a polyamory cocktail party or a swinger party-not sex based) with mutual friends,even though I know I'm not ready to be questioned on what happened with Mr.Man and I. I know that I would run into him at one because my friend in the lifestyle made a special call to me last month, to let me know she saw him mingling among the crowd (without the pregnant girlfriend). There has been Friday nights where I've gotten dressed in my curve complimenting attire and killer heels,pushed the ignition to my ride...lifted the garage door,all dressed for a night on the town....only to come back home....with a green tea I grabbed from the corner gas station. I had every intention to go to a party or some damned where, but my mind would not allow me. Once I played the attire evening out in my mind,hahaha!! I thought about how I would be looking so good, only to make Mr.Man feel some way to where he wanted me back. I would be looking very enticing, and appearing so happy that I would not his presence in the room. The night would go on, with him looking at me, and me not notice him watching me. And as the evening ends,whatever guy I was with, would walk me to my car, and ask if he could call me later...and as I exchange numbers with the guy Mr.Man comes out of the darkness to interrupt our conversation. He says something smartass to intimidate the guy, the guy leaves without giving me his number...and Mr.Man compliments me on how "happy" and more attractive I looked. I say nothing, I look him up and down, just feeling out the bullshit he was saying. He winds up sweet talking my panties off...well,he winds up getting back in my pussy because I don't wear panties anymore. We actually have sex, right there in the poly meet up venue parking lot...while others watched! He enjoyed that more than the pussy, I believe, because remember he is such a fucking show off. It was that little scenario what played in my mind over and over. That prevented me from attending an outing among our friends.
Yes,right now I feel like I am playing myself by not being a true poly woman. I know I could easily get the sex, love, and intimacy I desire,but how many motherfuckers would I have to fuck with,in order to achieve that,I keep thinking. And would I ever get it in one area like I did with Mr.Man,I can't help but wonder(Mr.Man had the "magic stick"-a true Daddy Good Dick...such a fucker).
I don't know if I have patience to do the whole "weed and feed" process with guy's these day's. You feed those who you want to entertain/be with and you weed out those who you don't want...yes,a process indeed.
Sarge, is not a bad guy, like I've always said. He's very intelligent (I think he was a nerd coming up). He has more college degrees than I can name. He just recently received an honorary civil servant award from the Mayor's office. He makes six figures a year, and he's well respected in the community. Next month, the children's hospital is naming a wing after him,for the time he's spent playing Santa or the Easter bunny. He's been donating his time, and some money to the children's hospital for over a decade. I remember us falling asleep once wrapping books, coloring books, and crayons for the kids at the hospital. Those kids mean a lot to him.
Sarge,means a lot to me....he has a very good heart. Plus,he has a pretty thick dick, and I must mention a fierce sexy tongue. Whatever he does with his cock, he can duplicate with his oral sex skills. I adore sucking him and I would lick him in any place of his body, without 2nd guessing. He treats me with the utmost respect, he has never cursed at me, or put his hands on me...and I know there was times, I could have pushed him to that point...with my wicked mouth. Something about Sarge, that warrants my love, it keeps me near him, and elicits patience. We have that "executive" love because he is such a corporate type...a disciplined dude, seasoned...mature....stubborn in his own way, yet he can handle my bratty, demanding and super seductive side. His freak level is equal to mine, its just he needs confidence coaching at times, and I know as you age performance anxiety has a lot to do with why things occur sexually. I hope he figures that out on his own,since he won't listen to me anymore. Most sensational women wouldn't be bothered with what I undergo at times,that's because they don't mind the whole "weed and feed" process. I've not matured to that level, just yet.
The only thing I can do, is work on my life, and grow as a woman. And if extending my love to him is in the plan for the day, then so be it. I have to remember the man he was when we first met, and how he use to be with me....and the energy that still resides between us...allow that to satisfy me. And who knows,maybe the feeling that I'm thinking of may just come to life again in him too...and the sex and intimacy will be restored to what it once was.
I must run now,I'm curling my hair,getting ready for Sarge and I evening out. He's taking me for a ride in his brand new car. I bought this new dress,I hope that he likes. I'm not wearing anything but a bra underneath, I have to allow my ass cheeks and pussy juices bless his new leather seats. My nipples are hard as Michelin rubber, thinking of his thick dick coming (while he's steady fucking me) as it slips out of my juicy pussy. Yes,he does precum(&) or preejaculate,something he thinks I do not like, but I do LOVE it! I love to see his hard cock pour hot cum,then to watch him put it back in...his face red...and my body humming from the mutual chemistry. Oh my,I'm feeling the need to rub my clit before he arrives,oh my.
Until next time,
~Dream~
A lot has happened since I last took the time to share with you the dramatic events of my life. He moved out,the last time I wrote a post. I was very upset, even though it was not a surprise to me that he picked up and left the way he did. I had a lot of thinking to do and a lot of decisions to be made. I wanted to be angry with him, I wanted to go after him, and I wanted to know who he was with. If you notice,I am not saying that I wanted him back...hell no,not after he left. He left what seemed like a good loving home,that we built together.
I did not want to chase after him because I did not have it in me to do that. Why?? What for, chase something that does not want to be mine any longer. Chase a man who could not be faithful to me..why would I do such a thing. That is the biggest mistake women make, chase after a man that they know won't CHANGE for them. Fuck changing a man, what about simply letting go of your unhealthy ways, and embracing a more loving you. Those women chase the man based on their own insecurity. Those women fear being alone, I do not fear loneliness. What I do fear is being cheated on repeatedly. What I do fear is HIV/AIDS and God knows what else is out there besides freaking syphilis and that damned Ebola.
Our wedding engagement was cancelled before we could even hire a wedding planner. I'm shocked that he allowed me to keep the ring,hell,I was surprised that he has been so kind to me throughout all of this turmoil. Oh but, there is a reason why Mista is being the "Nice Guy", see all the time that he has been away from our household...he has been playing house with another...and she is expecting his child...yup-My(ex)Huny is having a baby with the woman he left home for. WOW!! When I found out,I almost fell to the floor,HIM having a baby on the way..the man who feared being a Father. The man who threatened me not to get pregnant in our earlier stages because he feared it would "ruin our careers". He once played with me while drinking and having rough sex.."I'm about to bust a nutt in that sweet pussy of yours"he announced. "Nooo,wait baby-make sure you pull out,I am ovulating...pull out baby please"I tell him. "UUUUUghhh,too fuckin late,I just came all up in your fertile pussy...and you better not get pregnant"he said. "You motherfucker"I replied, and jumped up,to rush off to the bathroom to pee out his cum. While I'm pissing in the bathroom,he begins to crack jokes, changing his voice to sound like Ike Turner. "Anna May..you better not get pregnant...or..or..or,Imma kill yo ass,Anna May,you hear me"he said. I looked around in the bathroom like a parrot,head turning,while I am still sitting on the toilet...I know he is NOT talking to me,I thought to myself. So, I just sat there, quiet as a mouse,pretending not to hear a word he was saying. I know every bit of 20 minutes passed before he got up to see if I was alright or had I fell asleep on the toilet. He creeps into the bathroom,peeps in the toilet area..."honey,you ok....you know I was just playing with you". I blinked a few times,gave him a blank expression,paused before I spoke...flushed the toilet and stood up to get eye-to-eye with him. "You do NOT EVER PLAY WITH ME LIKE THAT EVER AGAIN...DO YOU HEAR ME"I yelled, and poked my finger in his chest, then shoved him with my shoulder to get him out of my way.
And it was from that day forward,I knew that I was not going to have any children by his crazy ass....not until he matured. Even though,the thought of having a baby did enter my mind over the years. I would always revisit that day when he threatened me "playing" Ike Turner. My pregnant fantasy would quickly vanish. Which is why over the years, I made sure that I did not get myself pregnant.
After Mr.Man moved out, I spent a lot of time working, and traveling doing things I was afraid to do alone. I even took a few classes at the community arts&recreation center. I make sure that I am at a Zumba class on Wednesday nights, and I regularly attend a Zen yoga class.
At first when we separated my relationship with Sarge grew closer, and we were actually living together for a few months. I really enjoyed the closeness;however, I realized that I needed time for me...to heal. I had to heal my wounds from my relationship with Mr.Man so I can be a better partner for Sarge. Plus, I did not want to deal with Sarges' insecurities along with what I had to deal with emotionally...at the time,it was just too much to handle. Sarge has been married multiple times before, he has children, and grandchildren, and he has been cheated on, and he has been the cheater. So, he has some experience in life, and he also has some emotional baggage of his own,some that I am willing to deal with and other's I can't deal with while I am undergoing a life crisis of my own. He is an excellent guy overall,but at times I cannot help but think that he see me as a thing to possess, not an actual human being.
I've been trying to get Sarge to fuck me/make love to me like Mr.Man does, and it just does not happen the way HE does it. I mean, the sex is satisfying...its just too "soft" at times. I like the diversity of lovemaking...not the type that's always pump pump pump swirl swirl swirl,out and in,in and out..then you're done! Oh my goodness,that is so dry and boring..and who wants that kind of sex for the rest of their life. No wonder his last relationships did not work (I've said to myself after having sex with him many times). I believe Sarge likes to blame the fact that he's been in a uniform all of his life, his reason why his sex and outlook on intimacy is the way it is,possibly...but it can be adjusted..if HE wanted it to be. Sarge is former military and presently active in law enforcement and community politics...men in those positions are some of the BIGGEST freaks I know, therefore that is a big excuse he holds onto. Ha,I think he is just lazy and complacent. The way those co-workers of his eyeball me when I visit him for lunch or the stories they've shared with him about their loose swinger wives/girlfriends. Men in law enforcement, men in the military, men in powerful positions stay horny and super frisky. Sarge ass has decided to take the slow road when it comes to sex/fucking. When I attempt to remind him how he use to sex me multiple times in one night, he acts as if he has amnesia or something. That does nothing, but frustrate me even more. He has me thinking that he suffers from mild Alzheimers the way he forgets things at times...or he could have "selective memory"as my Mother taught me, that most men do suffering from,along with their selective hearing.
Now I did take myself to some group therapy classes, to see if it was something terribly wrong with me. I had to find out why I was having these feelings about our intimacy. I found out that I am a little bit of the blame, and he's the rest of the blame. Because since I am use to receiving sex on a much higher level, its like I've slowed down for Sarge, hence why I am feeling insatiable. I'm pleased with the sex;however, more time has to be put into it, to fulfill me totally. He figures if he slows down,let me(us)savor the moment,prolong the orgasm,that is what I need. That is incorrect. He also thinks too much while having sex, which at times will lead to him preejaculating and or loosing his erection during intercourse. Who knows what he's thinking of while stroking my pussy, but he needs to cut it out and focus on the energy and pleasing me.
I have been very patient with him because I truly love him. It's just frustrating when I try to talk to him about it, and he kinda sorta ignores it as if there's no issue with our intimacy. He figures if I am coming, and so is he, what in the hell is the problem. Well, the problem is that he can't do it harder or longer like he use to do when we first met. I know he can make love to me without needing medicine. He is being stubborn, he uses work as an excuse to why he can't stay the night now, and why we can't have sex and a date night, it now has to be either or...rarely both. He and I have not shared the same bed in a while now.
I want to blame me living an alternative lifestyle with Mr.Man for so long,why my sexual appetite is so high. I'm beginning to believe that I am too much for Sarge now, and he's realizing it, and I feel him now pulling back. I miss the serious,funny,sensual,intellectual, kinky time we have....the spiritual lovemaking that we've had...I miss it tremendously.
Nonetheless,I give him his space. I keep myself busy with work projects, my fitness, and redecorating my house. There are times I want to attend a poly meet up(a polyamory cocktail party or a swinger party-not sex based) with mutual friends,even though I know I'm not ready to be questioned on what happened with Mr.Man and I. I know that I would run into him at one because my friend in the lifestyle made a special call to me last month, to let me know she saw him mingling among the crowd (without the pregnant girlfriend). There has been Friday nights where I've gotten dressed in my curve complimenting attire and killer heels,pushed the ignition to my ride...lifted the garage door,all dressed for a night on the town....only to come back home....with a green tea I grabbed from the corner gas station. I had every intention to go to a party or some damned where, but my mind would not allow me. Once I played the attire evening out in my mind,hahaha!! I thought about how I would be looking so good, only to make Mr.Man feel some way to where he wanted me back. I would be looking very enticing, and appearing so happy that I would not his presence in the room. The night would go on, with him looking at me, and me not notice him watching me. And as the evening ends,whatever guy I was with, would walk me to my car, and ask if he could call me later...and as I exchange numbers with the guy Mr.Man comes out of the darkness to interrupt our conversation. He says something smartass to intimidate the guy, the guy leaves without giving me his number...and Mr.Man compliments me on how "happy" and more attractive I looked. I say nothing, I look him up and down, just feeling out the bullshit he was saying. He winds up sweet talking my panties off...well,he winds up getting back in my pussy because I don't wear panties anymore. We actually have sex, right there in the poly meet up venue parking lot...while others watched! He enjoyed that more than the pussy, I believe, because remember he is such a fucking show off. It was that little scenario what played in my mind over and over. That prevented me from attending an outing among our friends.
Yes,right now I feel like I am playing myself by not being a true poly woman. I know I could easily get the sex, love, and intimacy I desire,but how many motherfuckers would I have to fuck with,in order to achieve that,I keep thinking. And would I ever get it in one area like I did with Mr.Man,I can't help but wonder(Mr.Man had the "magic stick"-a true Daddy Good Dick...such a fucker).
I don't know if I have patience to do the whole "weed and feed" process with guy's these day's. You feed those who you want to entertain/be with and you weed out those who you don't want...yes,a process indeed.
Sarge, is not a bad guy, like I've always said. He's very intelligent (I think he was a nerd coming up). He has more college degrees than I can name. He just recently received an honorary civil servant award from the Mayor's office. He makes six figures a year, and he's well respected in the community. Next month, the children's hospital is naming a wing after him,for the time he's spent playing Santa or the Easter bunny. He's been donating his time, and some money to the children's hospital for over a decade. I remember us falling asleep once wrapping books, coloring books, and crayons for the kids at the hospital. Those kids mean a lot to him.
Sarge,means a lot to me....he has a very good heart. Plus,he has a pretty thick dick, and I must mention a fierce sexy tongue. Whatever he does with his cock, he can duplicate with his oral sex skills. I adore sucking him and I would lick him in any place of his body, without 2nd guessing. He treats me with the utmost respect, he has never cursed at me, or put his hands on me...and I know there was times, I could have pushed him to that point...with my wicked mouth. Something about Sarge, that warrants my love, it keeps me near him, and elicits patience. We have that "executive" love because he is such a corporate type...a disciplined dude, seasoned...mature....stubborn in his own way, yet he can handle my bratty, demanding and super seductive side. His freak level is equal to mine, its just he needs confidence coaching at times, and I know as you age performance anxiety has a lot to do with why things occur sexually. I hope he figures that out on his own,since he won't listen to me anymore. Most sensational women wouldn't be bothered with what I undergo at times,that's because they don't mind the whole "weed and feed" process. I've not matured to that level, just yet.
The only thing I can do, is work on my life, and grow as a woman. And if extending my love to him is in the plan for the day, then so be it. I have to remember the man he was when we first met, and how he use to be with me....and the energy that still resides between us...allow that to satisfy me. And who knows,maybe the feeling that I'm thinking of may just come to life again in him too...and the sex and intimacy will be restored to what it once was.
I must run now,I'm curling my hair,getting ready for Sarge and I evening out. He's taking me for a ride in his brand new car. I bought this new dress,I hope that he likes. I'm not wearing anything but a bra underneath, I have to allow my ass cheeks and pussy juices bless his new leather seats. My nipples are hard as Michelin rubber, thinking of his thick dick coming (while he's steady fucking me) as it slips out of my juicy pussy. Yes,he does precum(&) or preejaculate,something he thinks I do not like, but I do LOVE it! I love to see his hard cock pour hot cum,then to watch him put it back in...his face red...and my body humming from the mutual chemistry. Oh my,I'm feeling the need to rub my clit before he arrives,oh my.
Until next time,
~Dream~
Dear Diary June29_2014
Dear Diary:
Hooray,summer has finally arrived, and I am so glad that Spring is gone, all of the pollen was killing my sinuses. I think I barely came outside in fear I would get stung by bees or I would inhale too much of the toxic yellow dust.
I am up late unpacking my bags, I just returned from a business trip with a new company that I am doing marketing for. I poured a small glass of wine to read a an unopened envelope addressed to me. He left it for me on the counter,next to his set of keys. Oh boy ( I released a big sigh). I do not want to open it,but something inside of me told me to just open the damn thing. I walked around the envelope for about 30 minutes, to let the wine kick in...then I opened it..fuck it...I ripped it open to read:
Dear Bae:
You will always be a part of my life
I am sorry that things could not work out for us
I've found an apartment near the city
I paid the bills as usual,I closed the account that we used to pay the bills, and here is a money order for the amount you put in it
Good luck with your upcoming projects
Love,
Me.
Wow,so just like that...he is gone. I mean, I am not surprised because he has not been home in so long. He would come after I have left, we would just miss each other. I thought it was intentional. After reading the letter,yes the hell it was VERY intentional. He probably was watching the house, to see when I left out because his coward ass could not face me. WOW!!!
When he came home from this last assignment, something about him was different. I could not shake what it was, and I did not try to find out. I am tired, and it was time that he and I parted ways. Nothing healthy was coming from us being together.
Let me gather my thoughts,and check around the house to see if he took anything that he wasn't suppose to. I cannot write right now,I must pour another glass of wine.
Bye for now.
~Dream~
Hooray,summer has finally arrived, and I am so glad that Spring is gone, all of the pollen was killing my sinuses. I think I barely came outside in fear I would get stung by bees or I would inhale too much of the toxic yellow dust.
I am up late unpacking my bags, I just returned from a business trip with a new company that I am doing marketing for. I poured a small glass of wine to read a an unopened envelope addressed to me. He left it for me on the counter,next to his set of keys. Oh boy ( I released a big sigh). I do not want to open it,but something inside of me told me to just open the damn thing. I walked around the envelope for about 30 minutes, to let the wine kick in...then I opened it..fuck it...I ripped it open to read:
Dear Bae:
You will always be a part of my life
I am sorry that things could not work out for us
I've found an apartment near the city
I paid the bills as usual,I closed the account that we used to pay the bills, and here is a money order for the amount you put in it
Good luck with your upcoming projects
Love,
Me.
Wow,so just like that...he is gone. I mean, I am not surprised because he has not been home in so long. He would come after I have left, we would just miss each other. I thought it was intentional. After reading the letter,yes the hell it was VERY intentional. He probably was watching the house, to see when I left out because his coward ass could not face me. WOW!!!
When he came home from this last assignment, something about him was different. I could not shake what it was, and I did not try to find out. I am tired, and it was time that he and I parted ways. Nothing healthy was coming from us being together.
Let me gather my thoughts,and check around the house to see if he took anything that he wasn't suppose to. I cannot write right now,I must pour another glass of wine.
Bye for now.
~Dream~
Thursday, December 18, 2014
The Web Diva End of Year Shoot
December 17,2014
Pic Blog
Photo credit: Gerald James,Curvy Girls Photography
Model: Ms.Atlanta Thick~Dream~,Web Personality
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Thursday, June 5, 2014
The Open Farewell Letter
Dear Bae:
I want to thank you for inspiring me to be the best that I can possibly be. I know that at times we did not agree on the format nor the content,especially the ways I present my content. Nonetheless,you kept me motivated. It was the times you suggested that I "do other things" that drove me to do bigger and better. I know that was your way of driving me to accomplish my goals. Even though you were not hands-on with my work, you helped me make choices that I struggled with. I appreciate it greatly.
The times we've had over the years were not always the greatest,but the outstanding sex and passion we have made up for it. The "toxic" part of our love we've had for each other has fueled a lot of episodes of emotions and angry sex.
It was more than the sex that kept me in love with you. It was the way you were so protective of me,that kept me near. Simply because you came in my life during a time where I needed that.
You showed me that you could enjoy me without asking for a thing. You always kept your word on that, you never asked to borrow money and you never asked me to put gas in your car. Again, I thank you for that as well, had you asked me to do anything I would have gladly done so.
I will miss how you pick on me, I will miss how you hide your emotions during sex (I was so aroused looking into your serious eye's,I saw so much in you),I will miss bragging on you to my friends/family, and I'll miss sharing private things with you because I love the fact you truly understand me.
I didn't believe at first that you were leaving,since you've said this in the past. I see this time,its true you'll be departing and reality has sunk in for me. I wish I could pick one moment over another to say it was the most remarkable,but I can't.
I want to stop comparing every man I meet to you. I know that I will never find a man like you.
As I visit memory lane, I think about how you've changed me and help mold me into the woman that I am today. You taught me things about the (dating) game that I'll take with me forever, and you've shown me how to love without expectations. I want to think that this is only a joke of yours to get another rise out of me,but I know that it is not.
And yes,this bond, this attachment we have was never suppose to be,but it was and it still remains..despite the situations between us,despite the lies that were told and the pain that was caused. I know that you've had others during and after me,I forgive you for never being honest about that part of you. And forgive me for hacking your phone the way I did, all I wanted was the truth and that I got.
Lastly, I apologize for not choosing someone more to your liking. No,he is nothing like you, and no he could never fuck me nor love me like you do.
In my mind, you are the husband that I never had and each time we had sex it was our honeymoon. My bedroom was our bed,our sacred place where magic happened. We kept it new and exciting, and when you weren't in my presence I had no problem keeping the pussy on ice until you came back to it. The scent of you and my cum filled sore pussy you left behind, I had no reason to stray...you provided all of my sexual needs.
Bae,I know that you battle certain issues with your life and your emotions from the things that you have endured with your job and your home life. I am sure it has been good and very tough at times. Whatever it is,please push through it and live your life to the fullest because I see what you see in me, which is a strong individual with so much potential to be greater and a blessing to those you encounter.
As I try to stitch this part of my heart that you reopened,the tears are beginning to fall again. You are the only man that I can hate,love,and miss in the same damn breath. Maybe it's the affects of our"toxic"love affair...I can't help but think about the time I licked your asshole while jerking you off, something I've never done to another man..and the time you cum on my toes...the times the powerful level of our passion brought me to tears during sex...and the times you would anticipate seeing me when you came back from vacation....and the times we would tease each other after or during your shift,but it didn't lead to sex and we were both cool with it. Mr.Good Big Dick and Mrs.Good Tight Wet Pussy-a sexy ultra kinky combo.
Alright my Honey,I will wipe my face now. I'm into my feelings simultaneously sad and horny-thinking of how deep you were in my pussy the last time we had sex...the way my muscles were squeezing on your cock was magnificent. I'm pleased my pussy was able to show you that she still has a thing for you.
I know that I will see you again, this is just another phase in both of our lives...growth and progression. Which is why I did not hug or kiss you goodbye because I know that I will see you again.
I'm glad that my good pussy is not the only thing that left an imprint on your mind. Please know that your big pretty 11 inch dick isn't the only thing I'm thinking about when I begin to miss you. Confession...it was the way you behaved like a little boy smitten when you were around me....that is what got me-sprung on you...(mutually)addicted to you...loving you...from the time your Granny died and you allowed me to nurture you,while you were on your knees between my legs and I was rubbing your sexy bald head to how we would kiss like we were man&wife before you walked out the door..that smile you gave when you looked back-priceless,and it sealed my heart.
Be safe Bae in your travels.
Love Always,
Your city "Country" Girl~Dream~
I want to thank you for inspiring me to be the best that I can possibly be. I know that at times we did not agree on the format nor the content,especially the ways I present my content. Nonetheless,you kept me motivated. It was the times you suggested that I "do other things" that drove me to do bigger and better. I know that was your way of driving me to accomplish my goals. Even though you were not hands-on with my work, you helped me make choices that I struggled with. I appreciate it greatly.
The times we've had over the years were not always the greatest,but the outstanding sex and passion we have made up for it. The "toxic" part of our love we've had for each other has fueled a lot of episodes of emotions and angry sex.
It was more than the sex that kept me in love with you. It was the way you were so protective of me,that kept me near. Simply because you came in my life during a time where I needed that.
You showed me that you could enjoy me without asking for a thing. You always kept your word on that, you never asked to borrow money and you never asked me to put gas in your car. Again, I thank you for that as well, had you asked me to do anything I would have gladly done so.
I will miss how you pick on me, I will miss how you hide your emotions during sex (I was so aroused looking into your serious eye's,I saw so much in you),I will miss bragging on you to my friends/family, and I'll miss sharing private things with you because I love the fact you truly understand me.
I didn't believe at first that you were leaving,since you've said this in the past. I see this time,its true you'll be departing and reality has sunk in for me. I wish I could pick one moment over another to say it was the most remarkable,but I can't.
I want to stop comparing every man I meet to you. I know that I will never find a man like you.
As I visit memory lane, I think about how you've changed me and help mold me into the woman that I am today. You taught me things about the (dating) game that I'll take with me forever, and you've shown me how to love without expectations. I want to think that this is only a joke of yours to get another rise out of me,but I know that it is not.
And yes,this bond, this attachment we have was never suppose to be,but it was and it still remains..despite the situations between us,despite the lies that were told and the pain that was caused. I know that you've had others during and after me,I forgive you for never being honest about that part of you. And forgive me for hacking your phone the way I did, all I wanted was the truth and that I got.
Lastly, I apologize for not choosing someone more to your liking. No,he is nothing like you, and no he could never fuck me nor love me like you do.
In my mind, you are the husband that I never had and each time we had sex it was our honeymoon. My bedroom was our bed,our sacred place where magic happened. We kept it new and exciting, and when you weren't in my presence I had no problem keeping the pussy on ice until you came back to it. The scent of you and my cum filled sore pussy you left behind, I had no reason to stray...you provided all of my sexual needs.
Bae,I know that you battle certain issues with your life and your emotions from the things that you have endured with your job and your home life. I am sure it has been good and very tough at times. Whatever it is,please push through it and live your life to the fullest because I see what you see in me, which is a strong individual with so much potential to be greater and a blessing to those you encounter.
As I try to stitch this part of my heart that you reopened,the tears are beginning to fall again. You are the only man that I can hate,love,and miss in the same damn breath. Maybe it's the affects of our"toxic"love affair...I can't help but think about the time I licked your asshole while jerking you off, something I've never done to another man..and the time you cum on my toes...the times the powerful level of our passion brought me to tears during sex...and the times you would anticipate seeing me when you came back from vacation....and the times we would tease each other after or during your shift,but it didn't lead to sex and we were both cool with it. Mr.Good Big Dick and Mrs.Good Tight Wet Pussy-a sexy ultra kinky combo.
Alright my Honey,I will wipe my face now. I'm into my feelings simultaneously sad and horny-thinking of how deep you were in my pussy the last time we had sex...the way my muscles were squeezing on your cock was magnificent. I'm pleased my pussy was able to show you that she still has a thing for you.
I know that I will see you again, this is just another phase in both of our lives...growth and progression. Which is why I did not hug or kiss you goodbye because I know that I will see you again.
I'm glad that my good pussy is not the only thing that left an imprint on your mind. Please know that your big pretty 11 inch dick isn't the only thing I'm thinking about when I begin to miss you. Confession...it was the way you behaved like a little boy smitten when you were around me....that is what got me-sprung on you...(mutually)addicted to you...loving you...from the time your Granny died and you allowed me to nurture you,while you were on your knees between my legs and I was rubbing your sexy bald head to how we would kiss like we were man&wife before you walked out the door..that smile you gave when you looked back-priceless,and it sealed my heart.
Be safe Bae in your travels.
Love Always,
Your city "Country" Girl~Dream~
Sunday, May 18, 2014
Thursday, April 24, 2014
Dear Diary_HisSexyAuthorityArousesMe
Dear Diary:
I know it has been what seems like forever since I composed in you. I was sitting with my legs crossed sipping on a glass of Trader Joe’s Pinot Noir,doing absolutely nothing special when I realized how overdue I am to update you. Please forgive me for not taking the time to spend with you. I've been busy preparing for upcoming seminars and I've been working out a lot getting this body ready for the summer.
I have picked up new hobbies,productive interest and extra work to keep me busy because he was given an assignment that took him out of the country for six months. So, I have been in this big house by myself (but not really,ha).
Tonight I'm resting from having a freaky yet sensual evening with Sarge. He stopped by after his shift today. I tried to stop by the market before he arrived, but when he called he was a few minutes away so I had ran out of time. I wanted to surprise him with a nice home cooked meal by me, which is a rarity that I get a chance to cook for him because of the hours he works now.
When I pulled into the subdivision I saw his car parked in front of my mailbox. I’m not sure how long he was waiting on me,I thought he would be fussing at me for not being home. Surprisingly, he was not upset, I was shocked. I guess he was just happy to see me. It was nice to see him again.
His light eyes always draw me in to where I lose my focus when I'm speaking to him. We greeted each other with our usual kiss and hug,and he gave my ass a firm smack as I walked in front of him. I jumped and giggled then asked “wow,what was that for”. His reply,”you’ve have been a bad little girl,keeping this soft ass from me”. I said in a sarcastic tone,”no way,not me,you know where I live,and you know when this ass is available..so YOUR fault”.
I threw together a couple of sandwiches,sliced a green apple,and that was our dinner. When “dinner” was over, he massaged my feet while we watched his favorite movie “Major Payne”. There was no sex or foreplay during the movie,only laughing and my sensual foot rub. I wanted to stop him after 20 minutes of the foot rub, to see if he would try to make a move, but I forgot how he gets during his “favorite movie”. He’s like a kid, glued to the T.V. set.
I respected his movie time, but soon as the credits started rolling it was sexy time...haha. Since we were still on the lower level of the house, I didn't want to run upstairs to grab my baby oil, so I slid into the kitchen and grabbed the olive oil. I put olive oil on my tits,ass,and thighs.
Sarge was naked with his back turned, reading something on his Ipad. I tiptoed in the room, and put my fingernails into his waist then ran them up his back. He flinched then got goosebumps along with a massive erection. My reaction,I stood in front of it and bent my behind over to show off my glossy body. Within moments he had his dick deep in me,fucking me from the back. I had one leg in the chair and the other on the T.V. table. It felt like I was doing a split, with my juicy legs parted West and East at the same time. My face was turned slightly, so I could see Sarge facial expressions while he tackling my big ole booty. His face went from super serious with an occasional smile. Sarge is older than myself;however, his youthful self came out when he was in my pussy. He looked like he was shooting 3 pointers from the free throw line. And every time I squeezed my pussy on his dick, that serious face came back...haha. That’s my sneak move, to put my snapper on him because I want to feel the thick head of his penis get even larger and pulse against my walls.
He had my pussy so wet,that it was farting. I think it was because he put his finger in my asshole while he was fucking me from behind. I couldn’t talk sexy to him like I usually do, it was just too good. All I could do was pant,moan and say “ahh...ahhh… ahhhhhhaaa”. He was giving it to me good. The only thing that was missing, him pulling my hair from the back, and spanking my ass telling me how “bad” of a girl I’ve been.
I had to switch positions with him,I felt like he was going to cum and I was not ready to be done. I made me sit down on my leather armless “therapy” chaise lounge chair. I then straddled my plump thighs across him. Sucking on his tongue,our eye’s locked, my booty dropped into his lap. I began to ride the Sergeant rodeo. Oh my goodness, I love how wet my pussy gets when I ride him, she just spits and squirts my nectar all over him. He’s always soaked from his ass crack up to his navel when the ride is over. It has to be the passion between us that makes me so profusely moist when we are having sex. Although we do not see each other every day,the time we spend feels as if we paused time, and start where we left off...and it’s better each time we fuck.
I truly love Sarge, and without a doubt I know he loves me. If I had my way, I would spend the rest of my life with him. He’s full of knowledge and goal oriented, that is such a turn on to me. His sense of humor is ridiculous. No one gets to see the side of him that I do, an even more of a arousal for me. I get a kick out of sneaking up to the precinct, to see him in “action’. Once I overheard him speaking to a subordinate,his supercilious voice intimidated me. I promise you that I had to go wipe my dripping pussy before I left out. Everything that represents authoritative when it comes to Sarge has me in awe. I know kind of crazy, most fear a person who has a tight face that gives off no emotion. Not I because you know what….the eye’s don’t lie. I know that he wants me to discontinue my relationship with my Huny. From the things that he has said to the things that he has done, like sending my fiance’ away on assignment for half a year. Sarge knew that my Huny and I were planning our wedding, but everything had to stop when this “unexpected” top secret job assignment came up.
Fuck, I’m having a blissful moment right now. I am not in my right mind. Sarge has his flaws, and its the main reason why I stayed away. His jealous and controlling side was showing even when he wouldn’t have time to see me, he would keep my Huny on the worse cases. Those cases had my man up at night pacing the floor, there were times I had to hold him like a child in order for him to go to sleep. My baby was born to be an officer, but he has a weak spot in his heart for the kiddies. All of his cases with crimes against kids, he takes to heart. And I believe that Sarge knows that about him, so yes, he does the shit on purpose. Also, Sarge has called him to do personal security for celebs and rich folk on important holidays,hell even one of my birthdays he arranged for him to work so that he could take me out instead of my man.
Yeah, Sarge can be a motherfucker. I thought he was a family man, I was wrong. All of his children are grown, he rarely spends time with them. He’s a chronic workaholic, his wife passed away over 10 years ago, now he is married to the shield.
I have to think very long and hard, if I had the option of being with him instead of my Huny. We are a very active couple, we travel, we have common friends, and we are very sexually active. Sarge loves sex just as much as we do;however,he can go without it longer than I've ever went, and that’s the part I dislike. My fear is that he and I settle down together and he becomes this romantic fucking machine the first year. Then after that he cuts back on the intimacy, to focus more on work….then what I am left to do?! Going back to my Huny for dick, but the tables would turned,I’d be cheating on Sarge with my ex fiance’.
Oh brother, let me finish my glass of wine. My mind is a circus. I may need to keep my good tight,wet pussy and fire blowjobs to myself until my Huny returns. The more time I spend with Sarge the worse things will be, and ultimately I will have a decision to make.
He’s very attentive to my needs when we are together. In addition to,the sex being so damn good to me. And the fact he has power over many, and I have dominion over his heart and mature mind fascinates me.
My wine has my dozing off while typing.Til next time.
Yours truly,
~Dream~
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Thursday, April 3, 2014
Thursday, March 20, 2014
I want to fuck you,just NOT right now
*I want to fuck you,just not right now.*
We are in the age of technology, fast this and quick that. Advanced technology has played a heavy role in our personal relationships. Porn to your Iphone to live sex video chat applications,etc.
I believe it has a role in dating and sex. Men want sex sooner (and sometimes more nastier). Women now have to consider losing a male friend/companion when she decides to wait to have sex with a man whom she doesn’t consider a potential spouse or life partner.
Why is that you ask? (Some) Men get pissed and down right upset when you make him date you,wine&dine you for months,sometimes years without no form of sexual contact. Yes, (some) men see the price of a meal, hair do’s and a few tanks of gas in her car as an investment…i.e.-down payment on the booty.
Many women do not think ahead before they decide to give into him, and allow him to smash. Which could (and usually does) result in a one night stand.
I’ve rarely had one night stands in my adult sexually active lifetime. The couple that have occurred, I was the one who did the “standing”.
A tactful way to handle a very anxious male companion/not-a-potential boyfriend type. Allow him to be as open as he can possibly be with you. Make sure you know where he is coming from. Once you get a clear understanding of his intentions, then go from there.
Example-if he is willing to wait and take you out over a course of a year or close to it…awesome. Then see him sporadically, do not text or call him daily. That way you are not sending out mixed messages. Send him an occasional message maybe with a cute pic attached (nothing nude).And whenever you do go out with him, limit your physical contact. A simple hug or kiss is fine. And do not dress too provocatively. It’s okay to show your shape,but keep the goodies covered for the most part. Choose a fragrance that is sexy, this is what’s going to linger in his mind when the evening is over-“damn,she smelled so good tonight”. The way you carry yourself during the nights you do go out with him, what you wore and your scent will have him grabbing his bottle of Jergens before he closes his eyes that night. This builds up the anticipation.
**Now fellas,at some point she’s going to “size you up”. She will pay attention to your pants to see if you have the size dick that she is interested in engaging with. She may hug you with her back facing you (a slick tact Divas do, to see if one you are aroused by us, and two-to see if your meat is thick or big enough when you brush it against our ass cheeks).
When the moment arrives and you decide that you want to give him some, erase all doubt and have NO expectations. Make sure it is a day where you are very horny, so you know even if he sticks a pinky finger inside of you…you will be profusely wet. And the sex will be whatever YOU want it to be. If you’ve established a little connection with him, you should be fine. Now if you are best friends, and the sex is whack..then you’ll have a problem. My advice, keep your distance since you do not want to be involved with him on that level. Try not to attach yourself to him….so knowing his favorite color is not important. The only things you should be concerned with are his status (HIV that is) and does he want to “hit it and quit it” or does he want to have a more than one time sex events with you ;-).
Hopefully I’ve been helpful and you’ll figure the rest out, take it day by day.
~Dream~©Thick Dream Productions,LLC.
Monday, February 10, 2014
Random Blog Love Poem Jan31_2014
My heart beckons for Him
Its rhythm is the leader in a procession
My blood circulation is rapid like rush hour traffic
Its thick,hot,and sweet
My mind is on repeat
As if I am viewing my thoughts of Him
On a large movie screen
My nose is nostalgic
Which causes my eyes to water
My face stretches into a smile
Its recalling all of the things
That love about Him
The safety in His embrace
That cannot be duplicated
The soft kiss of His lips
That causes the moisture in my pussy
The gentle whisper of His voice into my ear
That creates my nipples to hardened then elongate
The way His hands caress my body is spiritual
Our energy connection is beyond explanation
This is our situation
The Universe brought us together
By divine manipulation
~Dream~
Its rhythm is the leader in a procession
My blood circulation is rapid like rush hour traffic
Its thick,hot,and sweet
My mind is on repeat
As if I am viewing my thoughts of Him
On a large movie screen
My nose is nostalgic
Which causes my eyes to water
My face stretches into a smile
Its recalling all of the things
That love about Him
The safety in His embrace
That cannot be duplicated
The soft kiss of His lips
That causes the moisture in my pussy
The gentle whisper of His voice into my ear
That creates my nipples to hardened then elongate
The way His hands caress my body is spiritual
Our energy connection is beyond explanation
This is our situation
The Universe brought us together
By divine manipulation
~Dream~
Sunday, February 9, 2014
Thursday, February 6, 2014
The Bi In Dream
The Bi In~Dream~
As a woman who is confident in everything,including her sexuality. I have to share my opinion why women result to receiving companionship from the same sex. First,we are the dominant sex here in Atlanta. The males have many choices,and our choices at times can be very slim. Second,the men often are unfaithful to their partners which leads many women to be with another woman. Lastly, women admire other women and they know each others bodies,unlike some men there is no guessing about pleasing a woman-we know what we want. Also,not all women know how to effectively communicate their needs to a significant other. In addition to,if the relationship lacks the intimacy that all women require, that also may influence a woman to pursue a same sex companion.
As a survivor of same sex child molestation, I have some knowledge and experience on the subject matter. During my adolescence I struggled with my sexuality. Never acting on the impulse to be with a woman, I disciplined myself. As a sexually active adult, the temptation is heavy;however, for me the end result would not be fulfilling. Hence, why I will never completely explore the curiosity.
I want to encourage women to work on the intimacy in their relationship. And always find ways to educate and improve yourself. I believe there is nothing wrong with liking (adoration) a woman, but when you cross over to explore with her sexually, you open yourself up to so much more (to persecution from others to pleasing both partners-your lesbian/bi lover and your heterosexual significant other can be a challenge). If that is your choice, I support you. Make sure it’s a decision that you’re okay with, and you’re getting your needs met fully.
Peace and Blessings To You,
~Dream~
Wednesday, January 29, 2014
Ms.Atlanta Thick~Dream~truly a grown woman
Ms.Atlanta Thick~Dream~is a Queen Bey fan!! Just showing love.
Tuesday, January 14, 2014
Dear Diary_My Confessions_TheFaceOff_Jan14_2014
Dear Diary:
Hooray another year has came,and I survived 2013...so glad to come into the New Year in one piece.
The holidays were pleasant we went on a cruise to the Dominican Republic with some of our polygamy friends. Before leaving the country we hung out with his parents in the backwoods of Hicksville USA.
We came back home a few days prior to the New Year,and it seemed like minutes later He was out the door on the road heading out for an assignment with work. "Sorry baby that you have to spend the New Year by yourself this year,I promise to make it up to you when I return on the weekend"he said as he kissed my forehead&closed the door behind him.
Shortly after he left,I got bored very fast. There was nothing on the television, it was too cold to go out anywhere, and my phone was dry.....not one text or phone call for hours. I got so bored that I started to play Candy Crush on my phone while listening to Pandora on the television.
A call comes in and interrupts my Candy Crush concentration. It's my ex Jermaine,from Alabama...oh my goodness,I forgot that he was coming into town.
"Hey Queen,what has been up with you"the bass from his voice tingled my ear lobe. Damn,I forgot how sexy his voice was too. "Hello J,oh nothing,just getting back from a cruise to the DR"I said calmly,trying not to show any excitement in my voice.
He and I talked for a few then decided that we were going to meet up at Chilli's for dinner and drinks.
I arrived almost 30 minutes late due to the all of the out of town traffic, and I had to keep him on the phone the entire time I was stuck in traffic because he gets a little impatient when you are not punctual.
I walked into the restaurant slowly, so I could put my phone on silent and I stopped to check my reflection in the doorway...had to make sure I was looking flawless. I decided to wear my black knee length boots,mesh stockings,with a black bodycon dress (I was saving for a date with the Sarg). Jermaine is standing up in the far left corner waving for me to come. When I was walking toward him, all I kept thinking was "damn,he still looks the fucking same....oh damn, but he has a FULL BEARD,wow..this is a new look...damn he looks good".
"Hello goregous, who are you...who is this Miss-getting-slim-on-me still with a big ole onion butt"what he said as he reached his long arms to hug&kiss me. "Oh you need to quit J,I look the same you said the last time I sent you pic"I replied. "Well,I am here in the flesh with you now, and darling you look great...diiiiizam"he explained. "Thank you sir,and you look like a grown man finallly...who beard YOU stole man" I said. We both laughed out loud.
Dinner went good,we enjoyed the stroll down memory lane. And for the life of me, I could not recall why he and I parted ways. I didn't struggle wasting brain cells trying to figure out why either, I wanted to enjoy my time with him, things felt so innocent. I did not want to ruin the evening by dragging out dark repressed events.
After dinner,I followed him back to a condo he was renting while in town. Once we got comfortable,we shared more laughs and we began to play like children attending a sleepover. He popped some popcorn, we watched a scary movie (or attempted to watch a movie). I already saw the movie a few times, so my attention was not on television. I threw a pillow at him, he threw it back in my face. I tried to tackle him...and I landed on my butt because the floor in the condo was very shiny&slippery. Instead of helping me up,Jermaine is busting a gut laughing at me. "I don't see nothing funny"I said to him and I begin to pout. I got up,and was about to put my coat and shoes on to leave,but he stopped me. "Where do you think you're going woman,I am not done laughing at you"he said. "Jermaine...you play too much,and I see,you STILL are an inconsiderate jackass"I said in an almost pissed off tone.
He moved my coat and shoes even further away from me,pulled me close to him and he lifts me off the ground during a very long intense kiss. He sits me on the island in the kitchen,and while standing between my legs...he glides his long fingers upward to pull down my stockings. I damn near ripped his shirt off his back, I was dying to see his mahogany chest and his ski slope abs.
I don't remember how my dress came off,but it fell to the floor with the rest of our clothes.
His deep sexy voice said "let me see those pretty fucking toes you got". I pointed my toes at him as if were a little Ballerina. His lips were so soft and smooth against my pedicured feet. I felt something dripping on my leg...it was him precumming on me. I pushed him back, so that I could see his body fully. He stood like a statue,you know what-he kinda resembled a Ebony Leonidas.....so motherfucking handsome.
I'm centered on the kitchen island,next to a fresh bowl of fruit. I reached for an orange, as I begin to peel it...he starts to jerk his massive precuming dick. Our eyes are locked,as if we were about to duel. (And now in introspect, I know that was NOT the case....I was his prey.)
He came in closer&snatched me up by my ankles to suck my toes. Then he puts my legs on his shoulders to eat my pussy. I leaned back on my elbows,squeezed the orange over my navel so the juices would fill up my navel and drizzle down to Jermaine....the black Leonidas, who's fat and wide tongue was battling with my clit. A brief thought entered my mind during his oral conquest "I do not remember him eating pussy THIS damn GOOOOD,oh shiiiiit,could it be the beard that is making this so freaking good". It was something about his facial hair that gave my pussy this different feeling,something I cannot explain. This was my first time EVER having my pussy ate by a guy with a beard too,so I am taking mental notes at the same time(lol). The texture of his hair had a lot to do with it, I just know it did.
After he drinks the juice from the orange out of my navel, he slides to the frig and flings the door open...."let's see what we can play with Queenie"he said. He grabbed condiments,cool whip and chocolate syrup. I didn't know if he was going to make a sandwich or make a sundae.
He winds up covering both of us in cool whip and sticky chocolate syrup. I squirted mustard at his back when he tried to use the sprayer from the kitchen sink to rinse off the stickiness. I wasn't going to bust my ass again,it was a little ways down from the top of that island to the floor.
The messy sensual kitchen play was super fun,yet arousing. I almost fainted when he made me cum from that fat tongue. It was so HOT seeing him slowly rise up from my between my thighs, wearing what looked like a ectoplasmic (cum) coated beard. The Black Leonidas got caught in the Queen Dream "webs"(lol).
He helped me down from the island,and we went to take a shower. I think Jermaine came into to show off to me (lol)...him and this new fucking beard of his had all kinds of new "tricks". In the shower, he had no problem lathering me up with soap. He puts some soap in his beard to clean the food and my nectar (so I thought that was all he was doing). As I lean toward the flow of the water,he gets behind me,and bends down to scrub/play in my booty with his fluffy facial hair.
FUCKING SHOW OFF(lol)....his 6ft2in male model type body creeps back into a standing position once he is finished kissing my ass cheeks. With one hand on my right breast, the other is busy fingering my asshole...he bites the left side of my neck. SHIT!! It felt toooo good. My pussy was extremely wet too because his big monster dick was bouncing against the back of my thigh. I wanted to turn around and suck the epidermis off that motherfucker (lol). He turned the water off.
He throws me a white robe (not a towel) to dry off with....
Hooray another year has came,and I survived 2013...so glad to come into the New Year in one piece.
The holidays were pleasant we went on a cruise to the Dominican Republic with some of our polygamy friends. Before leaving the country we hung out with his parents in the backwoods of Hicksville USA.
We came back home a few days prior to the New Year,and it seemed like minutes later He was out the door on the road heading out for an assignment with work. "Sorry baby that you have to spend the New Year by yourself this year,I promise to make it up to you when I return on the weekend"he said as he kissed my forehead&closed the door behind him.
Shortly after he left,I got bored very fast. There was nothing on the television, it was too cold to go out anywhere, and my phone was dry.....not one text or phone call for hours. I got so bored that I started to play Candy Crush on my phone while listening to Pandora on the television.
A call comes in and interrupts my Candy Crush concentration. It's my ex Jermaine,from Alabama...oh my goodness,I forgot that he was coming into town.
"Hey Queen,what has been up with you"the bass from his voice tingled my ear lobe. Damn,I forgot how sexy his voice was too. "Hello J,oh nothing,just getting back from a cruise to the DR"I said calmly,trying not to show any excitement in my voice.
He and I talked for a few then decided that we were going to meet up at Chilli's for dinner and drinks.
I arrived almost 30 minutes late due to the all of the out of town traffic, and I had to keep him on the phone the entire time I was stuck in traffic because he gets a little impatient when you are not punctual.
I walked into the restaurant slowly, so I could put my phone on silent and I stopped to check my reflection in the doorway...had to make sure I was looking flawless. I decided to wear my black knee length boots,mesh stockings,with a black bodycon dress (I was saving for a date with the Sarg). Jermaine is standing up in the far left corner waving for me to come. When I was walking toward him, all I kept thinking was "damn,he still looks the fucking same....oh damn, but he has a FULL BEARD,wow..this is a new look...damn he looks good".
"Hello goregous, who are you...who is this Miss-getting-slim-on-me still with a big ole onion butt"what he said as he reached his long arms to hug&kiss me. "Oh you need to quit J,I look the same you said the last time I sent you pic"I replied. "Well,I am here in the flesh with you now, and darling you look great...diiiiizam"he explained. "Thank you sir,and you look like a grown man finallly...who beard YOU stole man" I said. We both laughed out loud.
Dinner went good,we enjoyed the stroll down memory lane. And for the life of me, I could not recall why he and I parted ways. I didn't struggle wasting brain cells trying to figure out why either, I wanted to enjoy my time with him, things felt so innocent. I did not want to ruin the evening by dragging out dark repressed events.
After dinner,I followed him back to a condo he was renting while in town. Once we got comfortable,we shared more laughs and we began to play like children attending a sleepover. He popped some popcorn, we watched a scary movie (or attempted to watch a movie). I already saw the movie a few times, so my attention was not on television. I threw a pillow at him, he threw it back in my face. I tried to tackle him...and I landed on my butt because the floor in the condo was very shiny&slippery. Instead of helping me up,Jermaine is busting a gut laughing at me. "I don't see nothing funny"I said to him and I begin to pout. I got up,and was about to put my coat and shoes on to leave,but he stopped me. "Where do you think you're going woman,I am not done laughing at you"he said. "Jermaine...you play too much,and I see,you STILL are an inconsiderate jackass"I said in an almost pissed off tone.
He moved my coat and shoes even further away from me,pulled me close to him and he lifts me off the ground during a very long intense kiss. He sits me on the island in the kitchen,and while standing between my legs...he glides his long fingers upward to pull down my stockings. I damn near ripped his shirt off his back, I was dying to see his mahogany chest and his ski slope abs.
I don't remember how my dress came off,but it fell to the floor with the rest of our clothes.
His deep sexy voice said "let me see those pretty fucking toes you got". I pointed my toes at him as if were a little Ballerina. His lips were so soft and smooth against my pedicured feet. I felt something dripping on my leg...it was him precumming on me. I pushed him back, so that I could see his body fully. He stood like a statue,you know what-he kinda resembled a Ebony Leonidas.....so motherfucking handsome.
I'm centered on the kitchen island,next to a fresh bowl of fruit. I reached for an orange, as I begin to peel it...he starts to jerk his massive precuming dick. Our eyes are locked,as if we were about to duel. (And now in introspect, I know that was NOT the case....I was his prey.)
He came in closer&snatched me up by my ankles to suck my toes. Then he puts my legs on his shoulders to eat my pussy. I leaned back on my elbows,squeezed the orange over my navel so the juices would fill up my navel and drizzle down to Jermaine....the black Leonidas, who's fat and wide tongue was battling with my clit. A brief thought entered my mind during his oral conquest "I do not remember him eating pussy THIS damn GOOOOD,oh shiiiiit,could it be the beard that is making this so freaking good". It was something about his facial hair that gave my pussy this different feeling,something I cannot explain. This was my first time EVER having my pussy ate by a guy with a beard too,so I am taking mental notes at the same time(lol). The texture of his hair had a lot to do with it, I just know it did.
After he drinks the juice from the orange out of my navel, he slides to the frig and flings the door open...."let's see what we can play with Queenie"he said. He grabbed condiments,cool whip and chocolate syrup. I didn't know if he was going to make a sandwich or make a sundae.
He winds up covering both of us in cool whip and sticky chocolate syrup. I squirted mustard at his back when he tried to use the sprayer from the kitchen sink to rinse off the stickiness. I wasn't going to bust my ass again,it was a little ways down from the top of that island to the floor.
The messy sensual kitchen play was super fun,yet arousing. I almost fainted when he made me cum from that fat tongue. It was so HOT seeing him slowly rise up from my between my thighs, wearing what looked like a ectoplasmic (cum) coated beard. The Black Leonidas got caught in the Queen Dream "webs"(lol).
He helped me down from the island,and we went to take a shower. I think Jermaine came into to show off to me (lol)...him and this new fucking beard of his had all kinds of new "tricks". In the shower, he had no problem lathering me up with soap. He puts some soap in his beard to clean the food and my nectar (so I thought that was all he was doing). As I lean toward the flow of the water,he gets behind me,and bends down to scrub/play in my booty with his fluffy facial hair.
FUCKING SHOW OFF(lol)....his 6ft2in male model type body creeps back into a standing position once he is finished kissing my ass cheeks. With one hand on my right breast, the other is busy fingering my asshole...he bites the left side of my neck. SHIT!! It felt toooo good. My pussy was extremely wet too because his big monster dick was bouncing against the back of my thigh. I wanted to turn around and suck the epidermis off that motherfucker (lol). He turned the water off.
He throws me a white robe (not a towel) to dry off with....
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