Dear Diary Things Are Changing Jan11_2016

Dear Diary:

It is kinda late, and I have finished catching up on all of the missed episodes on the DVR. The kettle was screaming for me, to turn it off...so now I am up listening to old school music and sipping tea. I could not resist, I had to open you up, to spill what has been floating about in my mind.

Well, he and I are back good from that last argument. I really want to elaborate more on what happened, but not at this time.

I’ve been spending a lot of time alone lately, and getting more in tune with myself. I spent most of the holidays alone, I saw my family briefly. He has been working a lot of overtime,but for some odd reason,I'm okay with that. I guess I’ve grown accustomed to the schedule of having a man in law enforcement.

The other day,he tried to hold me during my sleep, but I did not want him touching me. I’ve been having some horrible nightmares lately and sleep has not been a friend of mine. I know why I am not able to rest,its work related and my ass is upset that he is working more hours. His new shift change has us in a weird "funky" place right now. First of all,it is a different life when you work during the day, and your mate works at night. For years, I’ve been use to being held at night by him and yes it is tough sleeping in a Shaq sized King bed alone or not sleeping at all until he comes in...and occasionally he does not come home at all.

I don’t mind spending time with myself;however,it's getting to me. My mind is my friend, and at times my mind is my enemy. I’m doing all I can-focusing on my career,working out 5 days per week. BUT-the minute I get a break to myself my focus is on him...I want him and bad...and then the next I cannot stand to hear his voice. I want to be loved, and cared for...but sometimes when he is around me I want to push him away. Why?? Because we’ve been missing out on those simple days when we would hangout together. We are so out of sync that he no longer knows when I am feeling moody, he use to know exactly what I needed from a foot rub to a couple scoops of white turtle ice cream. Each time we sit down to a meal, he speaks on nothing more than his day at work. As a matter of fact, that is all he seems to want to talk about is work,not us.

Two weeks ago, it was raining, cold and windy outside. I stayed up with him, during his entire shift texting him my thoughts...sexy thoughts of him and I. When he got off, I had a hot bath waiting for him and breakfast. He was dog tired,I could tell the way he dragged himself out of the car, and damned near crawled upstairs. Seeing him like that, made me want to cater to him so much more.

I helped him get undressed, and I allowed him to get comfortable in the tub before I sat in a chair beside him. I just wanted to connect with him. I wanted to feed him the bagels and fruit (what I had out for breakfast) as he soaked, but instead I listened to him without interrupting. I know that is all he wants at times, is for me to shut up and hear how his day went. This morning I had to give him that after seeing how tired he was, the night shift did kick the shit out of his ass.

I listened and listened as he went on about events that were made for an episode of Cop’s. Anxious,I couldn’t stay seated the entire time, as he spoke, so I grabbed a washcloth and I began to wash him. The minute my hand touched his washcloth his penis rose up from underneath the water, as if it were away in a coma. I tried not mention it, but I had to (hahaha). I said “oh my look who is here and ready to party”. He looked down and shook his head in agreement and continued speaking.

I washed every single inch of his tired yet handsome body. I washed between his toes and behind his scrotum, I left his ass crack for him to do though. It had been a minute since I did something like that for him. I did not mind. Actually, I was very turned on by washing/grooming him. It's something about me...and him...we do not mind worshipping each other. He has scratched out dandruff from my scalp, and I have cleaned his hairy booger filled nose.

OMG!!! See, this is the shit that I am missing...no WE are missing….tending to each other and OFTEN!! He’s too busy trying to save the planet, and I am too busy trying to save myself from myself..that we forgotten to invest in what we have that is precious and important--each other!!

I am so glad that I took my time massaging him after he got out of the tub. It made him so much more sweeter. AND to feel his muscles go from tense to relax as I kneaded out the knots in his back, was something very sensual to experience. AND the look on his face, was to die for. He was like a little baby who was dipped in honey butter. The satisfaction on his face was something that filled me up with joy that lasted for days.

After the massage, I whispered in his ear “I am now going to kiss each part of your body". And that I surely did...you name it-I kissed it. I forgot to mention, that during the massage and the sweet kisses he was blindfolded too. His steady massive erection was screaming for me to suck him, and abandon the rest of his body. I didn't stop, to solely tend to his erect thick dick. Of course, I did massage and kiss his cock too. The best part of the kisses and massage was me “ordering” him to get on all fours. I told him to lean on his elbows and keep his butt in the air. Then I said for him to “spread em” so that I could massage,suck and kiss his dick from the back. My hands, and face were oily...I used both to please him. I wanted to stick my tongue in his asshole, but I blew into it gently and continued to lick, suck, and kiss him everywhere else-with him still on his knees...with his ass in my face. I think I even bit into his buttocks….I do not know what overcame me, it's just something about pleasure..and pleasing THIS man. WE have no limitations. There is nothing too kinky when it comes to our pleasure.

When the time came for him to enter me,he was wanting to do all these fancy sex positions. All I wanted was for him to lay on top of me, and slide inside slow and stroke me deep. And he did just that, except he added a hook-swivel move to his stroke this time...that made a big difference in the lovemaking. He gave me such good strokes, that I was in tears. I kept touching his face, and kissing him the entire time. It was just that incredibly good, something we’ve not had in awhile….some intense spiritual type sex.

When he released inside of me,I felt the weight of his week and all of the emotions he had been holding back from me. All I could do was hug him tight, and allow the good in him to fill me...as we both panted from such an high energetic exchange.

Its midnight, I am sure they are finished with roll call. I want to call him, but I think I will message him. I have to share with him, that every since that morning....I have been wanting to disengage...not from him but from the lifestyle that we’ve been living.
Until next time,
~Dream~©2016 Thick Dream Productions/Ms.Atlanta Thick~Dream~

Dear Diary I am back November 14 2015

Dear Diary:

I know, I know it has been a very long time since I sat down and open you up. I have been dealing with life, and not having too many moments to just sit down in front of you. When I do have a moment to myself, there is no electronics in hand and no sharing allowed. The only exchange is the communing between me and the Creator. Yes, I have increased, incorporated new things in my life, to provide balance.

Sarge and I are STILL in a very odd place right now. We communicate often, but our sex life is almost at a stand still. He has been dealing with a new job position, so more wages mean more duties, and of course less time to spend with me. We did attempt to attend counseling sessions together with a non traditional counselor. In our last session, Sarge disclosed that he was suffering from PTSD, and it messes with his sex drive and memory. “Well damn,I was right”I thought to myself as I sat next to him, holding his hand...pretending to be in disbelief. But hell, I knew it all along. The signs have always been there, all that was left was for him to say it out of his mouth. I knew that it was his pride, and fear of rejection that kept him from sharing this with me.

The counselor really did not help, he commended me for understanding what Sarge goes through and he made some suggestions to Sarge about rejuvenating our bedroom passion. Sarge agreed that he would try each one, and vowed to make allocated nights “all about Dream”. Well, he lied….his promise expired when he received his promotion. That is when the workload increased and his libido became extinct.

The last time Sarge and I made love, he did not reach orgasm. Due to his dick unwilling to achieve a full erection. I wanted to blame the fact that he became startled at a flash, he thought he saw in the closet. He jumped out of my pussy,to dash into the closet...because he thought he saw someone in there. “So, you thought someone was in the closet, and holding a camera too”-I said. I was puzzled. Did Sarge think I had paparazzi...what the fuck. Sarge tore up the closet, only to find a beaded body chain. His face was bright red, his forehead glowed from cold sweat. The look on my face was priceless. I am 1000%, it spoke volumes. I am positive my face said “this fucker is crazy as a loon”. However, my reaction did not match my facial expression. After he washed the sweat from his pale fear stricken face, I reached out to him. My lips pouting,head titled to the side,and my arms open for him to come receive my consoling affection.  Holding him felt as if I were comforting a child I had given birth to. At that moment,I did not judge him, and no thoughts crossed my mind to abandon the relationship. It was actually arousing, to hold this powerful man in my embrace. I could not help myself, after what 30 minutes of cuddling Sarge….my “Motherly” instincts were put aside. The horny woman in me, wanted his meaty dick! I did everything in my sexy repertoire, to get his cock revved up….nothing happened. I mean...his dick would rise then fall, it wouldn’t stay hard for shit! Now, the “understanding” woman that I am...I blamed it on the food we ate prior to sex and I kept reassuring him that it was “okay” that we couldn’t complete our lovemaking. It did not matter what I said to Sarge, he did not like that his dick was not cooperating with him. After going back and forth about it, I had enough of the debate. He did not believe me, when I confessed that I came 6 times prior to him leaping toward the closet. I got out of the bed, to head downstairs for a glass of water. On my way downstairs, I almost tripped over his work boots and pants. Out of frustration,I moved the boots, and threw his slacks at him. As the pants hurled in the air, his change and a prescription bottle fell out the pockets. Boyyyy….I tell you…..you should have seen how quick Sarge ass moved butt naked from under those covers...and he was supposed to be asleep,hahaha!! He scurried to retrieve the contents of his pockets before they hit the floor. He tried his hardest to grab the prescription bottle before my hands picked it up. The bottle landed near me, so I bent to give it to him. He froze in his tracks. I read the label, and the medicine is for high blood pressure. I asked him”when did you start taking medicine for hypertension”. He bowed his head and replied “I’ve been taking it for a year now, but I was off it when I first met you”. My mind started thinking a 100 miles per hour...my next question “so THIS is the real cause of your libido problems...ya think”. “I mean it could be very well, a slight reason for the challenges Honey”he said.  

Man, DAMN...I was too pissed that day with Sarge. All this time, and all this shit he has going on healthwise….I could not help but think a part of the distance occurring was about ME not being loving enough...but sweet Mary,Martha,Joseph and Jacob….the man has a CHRISTMAS list of contributing factors why his dick is not performing at full mass and occasionally pulling a NO SHOW. From the garbage food cops tend to consume to the job stress to the PTSD, the depression and NOW the medicine...no fucking wonder his dick is on DOA...limp noodle status.

Over and over, I’ve tried to understand Sarge and plug into the passion we have as friends and lovers….right now, I can’t do it. It is too many reasons to list, why a break is needed from him and I. It is simply too much work on my part to do, and right now….mentally...I do not have the patience to do it. Why? When HE has allowed his little boy shame and insecurities take president over his masculine dynamite King energy. He makes numerous excuses why he can’t make it to dinner or when he does come around...he’s coming to use me as his emotional dumping ground.  

UUUGHHH!! Let me change the subject, just writing about that Sarge, is bringing up too many draining emotions. I’ll come back to him...let me discuss “Mista”man/Honey Bunny.

Mista and I were done, the last I wrote. Wellll…..it was almost a year since I had any contact physically with him....guess who showed up with an invitation to our favorite restaurant and guess who (like a dummy) said yes? Yup….that guy...and yes my silly self did say yes that I would meet him.

On the night, I was scheduled to meet Mista I was 30 minutes late arriving to dinner. I just knew that when I got there, he would have left to only curse me out, and say that he is blocking my number. Shit, that was what I was hoping that would happen anyway...haha! When I got there, parking wasn’t available, so I had to utilize the restaurant valet service (what he suggested that I do because he knows how much I hate walking in my 5 inch heels). The parking attendant opened my door, and another guy named “Marcus” came to my aid. Marcus (the Maitre d’) grabbed my hand to help me get out of my car, and handed me a dozen roses that were hidden behind his back. “Wow, these are beautiful...thank you Marcus, who are these from”I asked. “Madame, these are from a gentleman awaiting your presence”. I smiled and the swing in my hips increased as we reached the table where Mista stood, taking in the view of me.

When I got to the table, I wanted to hug him...no...I am lying. I wanted to rip his fucking clothes off, and fuck him right there in the middle of the restaurant. But instead, I did nothing.  I observed him and kept the conversational exchange to a minimum. From the moment, he pushed in my chair...the shenanigans began. He stood behind my chair to pull aside my hair, and applied a soft warm kiss,to the left side of my neck. My eye’s fluttered and rolled toward the back of head. My right hand caressed his caramel colored bald scalp. That sweet kiss, turned into him sucking, licking and biting into my neckline….it happened so quickly, but it seemed like hours that he was attached to my neck. When he finally sat his ass down in front of me, I knew immediately how the night would end.

During dinner, I picked at the salmon and asparagus I ordered. He finished almost all of his filet mignon, but when he was about to take his last bite...he put down his fork. “Sweetheart, so please update me and tell me what has been up with you….did I tell you that you look INCREDIBLE”he inquired. “Yes, you did tell me that quite a few times tonight already”I replied. He knew that it is not like me to remain so silent, regardless if we are no longer together we managed to salvage a little bit of a friendship. “So,lighten up baby and tell Daddy what you been up to”he said,in a sweet yet demanding voice. “Work and my fitness, nothing major” I said. I wanted to keep my answers short, to the point, so they will not lead to a further..a deeper inquisition.  His response was “okay, I see...you want to play coy with Daddy tonight...it’s all good Sweetie, I know you did not forget...that I know YOU Dream...even when you do not SPEAK...I KNOW what you are thinking”.  Oh really, this motherfucking sex crazed psycho thinks he’s Mista Cleo, my psychic friend now...wow, I thought to myself. And it's not like I had forgotten that I shared almost a decade of my life, with this man. Who happens to be thoroughly trained in law enforcement interrogation...so he knows how to get the answers he seeks without trying.  Soooo, what did I do? I gave him what he needed, a conversation...it was a dry one, but hey it was the least I could do. We talked about my family, the candidates who are running for President and my drastic weight loss...a conversation that should have stopped at the amount that I lost. Now mind you...we did not discuss “his new family” or “his updates” all topics were about MY LIFE. “Tell me Baby, how much weight are you down now” he asked. “Almost 100 pounds” I answered enthusiastically. I think he picked up on how my body language perked up when I spoke on my weight loss. Because my chattiness woke me up and the way he smiled while sipping his glass of Grand Marnier. His sips were long, the grins were devilish and I know he had an erection.

When he finally finished the 2 ounces of liquor he had left, he invited me back to his suite at the Loews Hotel. “Are you joining me for the rest of my evening”is how he asked me. I said “no thank you”at first, but when he grabbed me and forced his tongue down my throat while firmly massaging the rear lower portion of my neck. I felt so much life, yet lifeless in his arms...I was weak. I nodded my head “yes” repeatedly when Daddy asked me again “are you going to follow me back to my room”he slapped my ass and hard after question. “Are you happy to see me”(he smacks my ass)...”do you miss me”he asked and proceeded to slap my butt again.

This man...I mean Daddy...has become very fucking bold. We were outside of the restaurant waiting in the valet area, and patrons were onlooking as he chastised me, in this strange yet sexy manner. One guest had the nerve to yelled out “hey guy, I don’t think you hitting that ass heavy enough”. What in the world, that only encouraged him more. Mista who was slightly tipsy, walks over to the agreeing guest to receive a high five. All I could do was bury my face and shake my hands...this man is a trip!

He was shirtless and wearing basketball shorts when I got to the hotel, I had to stop by the store for some toiletries and a green tea (since I knew that I was going to wind up staying the entire night and I wasn’t sure when I’d make the 45 minute drive back to the suburbs). I was bullshitting at the store, just buying me time...I wanted to think long and hard with myself...was I ready to take on this venture with Mista (again).

At the hotel, there is barely any talking. From the time we met by the elevator until we actually reached the room our hands never left each other bodies. When he opened the room door,he had my bra in hand along with the items I purchased. He placed my things down, and pinned me against the wall. “You know what Daddy has ALWAYS told YOU, that you are mine until we both leave this Earth right? YOU know that I AM right”his voice deepened and seemed more darker (he is in his “Dominant” Dark Vader mode). “Why have you been so distant with Daddy...and why have you been giving away Daddy’s sweet pussy to that chump Sarge”he asked. “Don’t you know that you NEED this big dick right here and ONLY DADDY can give it to YOU just how YOU like”he explained. He then took me to sit on his lap, and he held me as if I was his personal doll. He stroked my hair, inhaled my perfume, and lastly he lifts up my dress to fondle my hard gumdrop nipples.

We are both in this office chair, he is grinding on me and I am holding the arms of the chair wearing only my Giuseppe heels. The lyrics to D’Angelo “How Does It Feel” is playing in my head. My head is swinging right to left, and my body begins to wind back. It was as if we were dancing. Daddy is seated, with a lap full of my ass, he starts to wipe his precum between the crack of my butt cheeks.

He allowed me to remain seated as he danced for me, his sexy body was all I saw in that room. He was moving like an exotic male dancer. The looks that we both exchanged were as if we never met, however, they are ever so sultry that it elicited mutual submission. Daddy slowly stroked his long hard dick for me, he used his control to stop his ejaculation. He came just enough to moisten my lips with the cum. The rest he said “I’m saving the rest of this nutt for my pussy”. The fight in my mind, that I had earlier at the store, was over. I am fully taken in by him.

We fucked and fucked until the sun came up. We went through two sets of linen. The first set, he fucked me so hard that I squirted and peed when I climaxed. The second linens were soaked with a combination of our sweat and cum. I don’t know what was in the food we ate and the drinks he had, but it made both of us sexually intoxicated. I told him it was the fact that I lost so much weight, my pussy shrunk which caused it to be tighter, and the drop in weight caused my sex drive to increase terribly higher. He said “no, we always had high sex drives babe...the weight loss played a small role in it, but our passion is undeniably strong”. He FUCK...was was right “Daddy you know what, you’re right” I had to agree.

I didn’t forget how he has that dick and mind control. The way he is able to stop himself from coming, is the most wondrous thing to witness. Also, I didn’t forget how he meticulously chooses his clothes and his cologne when he’s trying to swoon me. His efforts are like my own when I’m making an impression.

We (I) want you to recall each event of the time spent in (my) our presence, so when you're alone in your thoughts...there is an increased possibility that maybe you’ll be thinking of me.

And that is exactly, what I am doing...I am in the middle of a business brunch with a few colleagues, and I am thinking of Him. I swear the waiter is driving me crazy, not with the service he’s providing...but the Yves Saint Laurent scent has on...Daddy wears it. My legs are closed, but between them holds my pussy that’s dripping wet.

My phone had to be put on silent. I had it on vibrate but he kept sending me text messages “I still love you”....”how are you feeling today Sweetheart”...”when can I see you again”. When I did not reply, it resulted in him sending a video (with a delivery confirmation attached, so he knew I watched it). The video message was him in a suit, camera facing up at him...as he unzipped his pants to tease me with his massive veiny erect penis.

It’s been a few weeks since I’ve spoken to him after our “I miss you sex”/fuck-fest. I refuse to “go there” with him again, not right now. I’ve got a lot of good things going on in my life without him.  One is a million dollar contract on the table and the other is a new love in my life. The jury is still out on the new man, but he does “it” for me.

I must run now, it is my turn to lead the meeting discussion. I got to focus. Time to put my attention elsewhere. Bye for now Diary-I promise to try to compose more often.

Kisses,

~Dream~

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~

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~

Dear Diary-My Confessions July30_2013

Dear Diary:

I am sitting here,at the local Starbucks...people watching and sipping on a green tea latte. 
I needed to get away for a lil, my phone is on silent, and I am ignoring the world for a few.

It has been a wild season, I have not had time to compose anything.  All I've been doing is work, school, and family then repeat.  I wish I had time to entertain something else.  

My huny and I are recovering from a small break.  We had to separate briefly due to things getting out of hand. We still love each other, and we truly miss each other when we are apart,but our relationship can be toxic at times. I did not want to be on an episode of Snapped, and he didn't want to be on trial for dismembering his significant other.

I'm not sure where to start,I think I will start with one of our recent highly fueled moments....
I was getting ready for my usual date night with Sarg and my huny comes home early.  I am dressed in my most sexiest-hair curled,make up on,Burberry in all my sweet spots,and the dress...this dress,oh my goodness,it complimented my curves in a way,that when I wear it...it demands attention...knee length, and my ass looks awesome in this dress. Anyway,my huny gets back in town from working on a case in Macon,GA.  He was not due to be back home until Sunday night.  This was an intense case where the father and grandfather were the suspects...so I knew that he wasn't going to be home any sooner than I usually expect him. 
My huny comes into the bedroom while I am slipping on my heels, and ask"where are you going all dolled up?" I gasped and jumped from being startled. "Heyyy baby, welcome home"I said. "I wasn't expecting you home so soon...did you get the case wrapped up early"...I tried to ignore his question. "No, I have to go back next week to interview some more family members....and answer the question...where are you going on a Thursday night"..he demands. I tried to come up with a lie really quick,I got nothing...so I belted out"its ladies night at Hooters,the homegirls and I are all meeting up for drinks".  "You are lying to me right now, there's no such thing as a motherfuckering Ladies Night at Hooters...you are lying to me....so again....where in the fuck are you going"....he is very hot now.  I was like a deer in highlights...dumbfounded and speechless-I was busted.  "So is he coming to my house to get you or you were going to meet up with him"he asked. "He who"...I'm playing dumb. "Don't play like I am an idiot woman, you know damned well who in the fuck I am talking about...is that fat motherfucker coming to my house to pick you up"...he is bright red now and he looks like he wants to choke the shit out of me. I slowly replied in my most smallest voice,"he is on his way here to pick me up". 
"Ahhhh...now we are getting somewhere....this motherfucker...my superior or not....is coming to my goddamn house to pick up MY woman....oh okay"he said in a devious yet sarcastic tone.  "How did you know I was seeing him"...I asked.  "You don't get to ask any questions....AND I am not answering any questions from your LYINNNG ass" he said. 
I really didn't know what he was going to do next, I was not prepared for what happened next. My huny ordered me to bend over across the bed, so he could fuck me.  He fucked me so aggressively from behind, I was afraid he was going to put his dick in my ass...he was just that mad at me.  He kept talking major shit the entire time about Sarg and I.  He called me "trifling" and a "no good heifer".  Then he goes into question&answer while he is giving me a powerful dick down. He wanted to know was Sarg dick bigger than his....he wanted to know does my pussy get wetter with him....and he wanted to know did I love him.  I tried to answer all his questions, but it was very hard to do in between the tears he brought on from dicking me with a massive erection. It felt sooo good, but I did not want it like that.  Also, I kept thinking during this sexual beatdown,"Sarg is going to pull up at any minute....he is going to ring that doorbell...what the fuck am I going to do".   
My huny knew exactly what he was doing.  He gets me into the missionary position and forces me to look him into his eyes....then he kisses me very aggressively, it felt like he was possessed by a demon...that is the way his tongue slithered along my lips&tongue....that part frightened me....yet my pussy was still wet. 
Amazingly, he did not mess up my hair or makeup....I ran to the mirror to check as soon as he was finished tormenting me. "See,I didn't mess up your hair or your makeup"...he says in the most sarcastic way. "Wow....so this is how fat ass gets you...all dazzled and dressed up for his old tired ass"he said...while attempting to adjust my dress for me.
The doorbell rings at the same time my cellphone goes off....its Sarg...he is outside. 


(To Be Continued)
~Dream~

Dear Diary_Dream The Cop Magnet

Dear Diary:

I decided to dust you off, and crack you open. I am well over due to write a composition. My time to myself has been very limited. The holidays came and went, we vacationed with his family in the deep back woods this year. That was a fucking trip (no comment). A lot of things have happened and changed since my last writing. I do not know where to begin. My huny is still being his same ole loving and cheating self. And I'm still doing my thing,not sure if its as often as he is, but when I do its always not what I do...its who I do it with,ha ha ha!
I've been working on my career a little less lately due to his promotion. He's got more pay,more responsibility,and more time to fuck off when he's away from me. I'm so convinced that its a cop/law enforcement thing...that all of them cheat and they are all closet freaks. 
I had some situations come up where I had to check a couple of his subordinates. Yes,they tried me, and hard. I'm not sure if it was a test he put in place, to see if I would bite back. But, I showed him, I didn't pay those piggies no mind. Okay,I admit that I did exchange numbers with one rookie cop who I met at the market. I had no intentions to give him the pussy, we primarily text sex talk, and exchanged a couple freaky pics. He wasn't never getting my pussy,he was too worried about who my man was. He kept asking me "tell me his name". "I promise I won't say a word,don't you think I should know who he is"he would say. That right there was a turn off, him continuously asking about my dude. There was no reason he needed to know anything about him, for what? So he could go around bragging"I am fucking so in so girl". Oh hell no. I quickly cut off all communication with that thirsty ass rookie.
I didn't let it get that far with the next officer that came onto me. He was a close buddy of my huny, he knew I didn't play that shit. I politely decline his dick offering and thought nothing of it. And of course, I didn't mention it to my guy because he would've kick buddy ass.
I love my huny, he means so much to me and although we both do our own thing at times, we always come home. He's an excellent provider, he is my best friend and he pleases me all around. 
Recently, we met a new gorgeous swinger couple. A husband and wife doctor team, both are freaky as hell. Nice people, but too raunchy for me at times. Their right up my huny alley for play partners. I suspect he's seeing them outside of the times I'm with him. No,I know for a fact he is fucking without me. I installed a GPS tracking device into his Iphone,once I traced  him at their house at 2am. He told me that he was on a call out,dealing with a child abuse case. A typical lie he tells when he wants to get out at night(sigh,same shit different day). I haven't confronted him on it yet because there are some things I'm doing presently that I don't want him in my shit for,ha!
See, after that party for my homeboy I received a call from the Sarg(same guy who was in VIP with me when my guy tried to bust up the party,same Sarg who is my huny superior). Yes,that Sarg. He wanted to see me for dinner. I accepted his invite, and we went out to a cozy place in Alpharetta. I had no expectations of this date, surprisingly the Sarg is a charmer and very romantic. He opened doors,pushed my chair in and gave eye contact the entire evening. We played footsies under the table, I massaged his ball sac with my feet while separating the graham cracker crust from the cheesecake during dessert. 
The Sarg is sentimental,romantic, but has a freak nasty side. I got that vibe when he kissed me before I got into the heated leather passenger seat of his BMW. His tongue was damn near tickling my uvula. And the way he grabbed me, I knew he had a strong sensual aggressive side. 
I did something with the Sarg that I've not done with any other. I allowed him to fuck me in our bed AND he has stayed overnight. Yes, very dangerous, so risky. I'm not sure why, but I'm doing a lot of things I thought I'd never do. I feel kinda at ease knowing that Sarg is the one sending my huny on assignments, he knows his coming&going. However, its scary how comfortable Sarg is with this situation. Also, the Sargeant and my huny have so much in common, its frightening, but yet they're so much the opposite. They share the same birthday(different year)the same line of work,same favorite color, and they both drive the same car(but different color). YES-too fucking coincidental.
The sex with Sarg is deep and sensual. He rarely fucks me, he mostly makes love to me. He pays close attention to every part of my body and sexes my soul. He's always telling me how beautiful I am,how much he's been thinking of me and how sweet my pussy is (constant text I receive or statements he shares while we are sexing).
Although the sex with Sarg isn't a 3 ring circus like with my huny, its satisfying. He isn't a super fucker, but he has his own pluses and he's very tactful in all he does. He's admitted that he's pussy whipped and in the same breath he warns me"girl,you have my heart now, do not play with me". Wow, I thought. The Sarg is falling for me. I got to admit, I'm falling for him too. He has my mind,heart and genitals. I miss him when I can't see him, and I go out of my way for him often. This affair is more than sexual, that's what frightens me. I knew it was more there between us when I turned down sex with my huny because I had an encounter the same day with Sarg. That only happened once because I cannot refuse giving my huny sex, he knows my appetite and that sends up an immediate red alert if I don't give him his pussy. 
It was awkward, I squirmed slightly because I didn't want him going down on me knowing I had been with Sarg earlier that day. Plus, I just knew he was going to call me out "your pussy feels different"since he claims he knows when I've been with another. Well, that is a lie or myth because he never knows when I've been with Sarg. I think it has something to do with their dick sizes too,one isn't shaped like the other or long as the other. 
I know I should be feeling some kinda way kissing both and sucking both of their cum. I should be ashamed...right? Sleeping with my guys Sargeant, but I'm not. The high has worn off,so there is no gratification. I'm happy with my choice to see Sarg. We date, he does things for me when my huny is off on one of his sexcapades (aka call outs or impromptu out of town trips). We do couples things, but we do them discreetly. 
The Sarg has asked me to be only his, I am afraid. What the hell and how could I transition to only him? How could I ever show my face among their co-workers? Truthfully,I don't really care what people think, I just don't like the looks they give,I'd hate to cuss them all out...and keep it moving. They are going to talk no matter what. They know my huny is an avid cheater,but not everybody know we're swingers. Cops cover for one another, Sarg told me that. I know a lot of inside shit now, and will never utter it to a soul. Sarg even confessed that certain lines should never be crossed as an officer, but "their all human"he added.(Guess he excluded himself from that group.) 
I don't know what the future holds,I'm going to take this one day at a time. Enjoy the sex,passion and spoiling I'm receiving from Sarg and continue peeping my huny whack game. I want to see how long he's going to continue to see this couple behind my back before he invites me back into their fuck club. I may refuse to swing with him again,I'm not sure. All I know,right now I am satisfied. To hell what he is doing really,right now I don't give a fuck. I'm getting mine from both ends,so I have zero complaints. I'm in love with two different men,getting two different types of dick, being taken care of outside of sex,shit...I am so good right now. I feel like Hannah Montana,I surely do,yes indeedy,I got the "best of both worlds".
My huny and I got engaged on New Year's Eve, nothing has changed with us. Not a damn thing. No wedding date has been set, no plans have been made. The ring is beautiful,but you know what they say "the ring doesn't mean a thing". 
I must wind this down, I'm sitting here sipping my green tea and rubbing my head,trying to figure this shit out. Valentine's Day is approaching, not sure how I'm going to pull it off. My huny has made reservations at our favorite restaurant. And the Sarg has been talking of this day for a month now,he's got a big romantic extravaganza planned.Oh me,oh my-I want to spend that day with them both. I hope Sarg doesn't make something happen to where my huny has to work over, so that he and I can spend the evening together. I'm going to give the Sarg some of my good pussy (&asshole access) along with a bottle of Bleu de Chanel cologne for his gift, and surprise my huny bunny with a tight bodied exotic dancer&tickets to Mike Epps comedy show.
Well I am off til next time, stay tuned.
Kisses to you,
~Dream~

Dear Diary_Thinking of Him_Poem

Thursday January 31,2013 

Dear Diary:
On this chilly morning, I am abruptly awakened by Cupid. He jumped on my chest and slapped the shit out of me with these words and tranquil thoughts of Him. 

My emotions for you run deep
Magnetic waves so powerful
I feel them
Even when I am asleep
Astounding 
I'm on a drift
Sailing on bliss
These deep thoughts 
I'm having of you
My emotions for you are coming on
In such a heavy
Magnitude
Daydreaming of the day
I can give my all to you
Lingering drunkenness
From your sensual touch
That I long for
My body is percolating
Yearning a deep gentle fuck
Time is slowly passing 
I must remain diligent 
Confident
You'll be here loving me
I mustn't dismiss
My emotions for you
Baby, I need your sweet kiss
When I see you
I'm going to run into your
Strong embrace
But until then,
I will dance with
My emotions for you.
Kisses to you,
~Dream~
©2013 Thick Dream Productions/Ms.Atlanta Thick~Dream~

Dear Diary Oct2_2012

Dear Diary:

I am really in a hot, sultry, sexy freakilicious mood and I just want to be smashed....I want to be fucked OR made deep passion love to,kinda but not really,lol....a good fucking will do just fine for this Diva.
I want to write about the things that have been occurring in my life,as its very interesting and ever so changing. But, I can't think about nothing else but sex...sex...sex...getting it....giving it...wanting it....needing it...having it....all the damned time!! 
My nympho side has kicked in ultra drive.  I want to tease him, I want to punish him, I want to drown him in all of my essence. Make him go crazy with visions of MEEE!! I am horrible,yes,I know.  I cannot help it. It's part of my Goddess design. 
The look in my eyes, the expression upon my face, explains that I deserve every naughty GOOD thing I want and need.
Kisses To You,
~Dream~
(Today is Kiss My Tooted Up Ass Tuesday!)

©2012 Thick Dream Productions/Ms.Atlanta Thick~Dream~

Dear Diary A Tale of Two Cheats

Dear Diary:
It's a chilly Georgia morning. My cup of green tea is nearby and I'm tightly wrapped in my purple plush blanket. He's in the shower. He's very late for work, yet you wouldn't think so by long how he's been in the damned shower. The bathroom steam mixed with the cold air from the bedroom looks like translucent fairies dancing in the hallway.
This morning was the first time we spoke since he attempted to crash the event I planned for my Deputy friend. Yes, he came home early from his "assignment" and showed up to the event. He tried to show his natural light bright ass. Thankfully the Sarg was there to keep the drama down to a minimum. 
The event itself was pretty wild,lol...that Sargeant of his is one nasty old bastard too. While giving him a bomb ass private performance, he gets down on all fours and starts eating my ass. He ate my booty so well,felt like I had a dick in my ass. The Sarg spanked my butt so well, he left bruises. During my sexy dance, I put one leg on his lap and he fingered my pussy til my juices came down to his wrist. Sarg licked his fingers,his eyes rolled to the back of his head. I thought he was about to have a seizure or heart attack or something the way he was acting,lol! Good thing I know CPR because I would have not went as hard as I did. Sarg and I did not have sex during his Platinum VIP session...well, not really.  It did not "count" I shall say. Sarg was condom ready, soon as his lil pecker hit the entrance of my warm pussy oven, he came. Heyyy,that was the easiest money I've ever made, and the $100 tip wasn't bad either. 
Things were all good til we heard this loud drama downstairs. Sarg and I stopped to listen, but we could not make out who it was doing all the fussing. "Man,do not go up there dog"we heard the Deputy say. The entire party got quiet, then next there was a knock at the door. "Hey Dream,can you open up the door we need to talk"it was my guy. I almost responded to him,but the Sarg covered my mouth and he replied instead "son,what's the problem can your Sarg unwind a little bit before we head into the office tomorrow...you know we got a couple cases to wrap up...and I wanted you to be the lead on this new case I got last night". All we hear was a hard sigh and "yeah sir sure". He left the party, and made no ruckus. 
I'm sweating bullets when I go downstairs to check on the guest. My girls were shaking their heads walking toward me. "Girl,I tried to text your phone, but I don't think the signal good in here"one of them said. "Dream,how did he know about the party,somebody told his ass"said one of the dancers. 
"YOOO DREAM"my Deputy friend yells and motions for me to come to him. "Yo boy almost ruined my party dog,what was his problem and he came with ANOTHER CHICK,but that's YOUR MAN though,dog,has mad issues...I'm glad Sarg was here to check his punk ass". "Hun,I had no clue this would happen, I wasn't expecting him home this soon, I apologize for his behavior tonight love and what wait....you said he came with a bitch"I asked. He confirmed by nodding his head. Before my assistant could stop me, I had my best friend Ray on the phone heading to our house to beat dude ass. See Ray is a former felon, and he is very protective of me and he hates all kinds of law enforcement...especially ones who try to run tired game on females. "Ray,he brought a bitch to MY event tonight and tried to clown on ME"I yelled into the phone. The phone was glued to my hear,Ray knew I was upset because I never handle money business while on the phone. "Look Dream, we gonna get that ass, I am in route to your place now, do not come right home wait 20 minutes to leave the party then come on aiight"Ray directed. 
My whole demeanor changed. The girls were ready and my things were packed, all I had to do was have the ladies tip out and I could bounce. Med School, my assistant was being the voice of reason"are you sure you want to do this Dream,you know you love that man, is it really worth it, and hell yal both cheatin, so I do not see what the big fuss is about,if you really want to hear the reality of it all...so bitch do not lose your life over no damn mess". She better be glad that we are cool because I think I would've knock the hell out of her scary ass for talking to me like that because that night I was another bitch. "Look bitch, I am a grown ass motherfucking woman and you have no fucking clue what I deal with, with this man, so you need to just shut the fuck up, I know what the fuck I am doing, I got this bitch,so thanks 'ppreciate the concern but mind ya damn business on this one, and ain't nobody losing their life...I wish he would put his goddamn hands on me, so girl just stop it"I responded. 
Med School and I hugged,she said "ok girl,be safe". I started my twenty minute delayed drive home. I got half way there,I called Ray to check and see what was going on. "Hey bro,what's up,where you at"I asked. "I am sitting in the car outside of yal house, parked in front of the mailbox across the street, glad you called I was sleep"he said. "Sleep,I thought you had a plan Ray,what the fuck"I nipped at him. "Hell,I was in the studio drinking some Courvoisier when you called"Ray explained. "You know what Ray,just go home,you ain't doing shit tonight, dude will whip your drunk ass if you try him,so gone home man,talk to you lata"I said. "Alright then,you sure you good Dream man,this cat needs his ass whipped for disrespecting you tonight love"he points out. "No babe,I am good, I am going to handle this the old fashioned way...kill him with silence&kindness....I am going to ride this out". We both said goodnight and hung up, I waved as I passed him leaving my block.
I opened the garage door, he has a different color car. Which meant he got back home early enough to get reassigned another work vehicle. Or did he trade the car before leaving for Puerto Rico with that female companion of his. This man think he is really slick, all I could do was shake my head coming into a complete dark house.
As I lift my suitcase to take it upstairs, he comes from out of nowhere. I did not speak nor did I make eye contact, he did not speak;however, he was looking for an explanation. I was not about to volunteer any information, so I remained quiet. He would not say anything, all he did was stare at me. I went upstairs since he wasn't talking about anything. He came upstairs behind me. He grabbed for my arm and I pushed his hand away. "Okay,I see you do not want to talk maybe tomorrow"he retreats downstairs to his office where he spent the night.
I got up early the next day to make sure all the trash was together, so he could take the bin to the street before leaving out. I walked passed his office, the door was locked and closed. His phone rings,he answered it quickly"hey what's up...yeah, I know, sorry about that,but I was going to call to explain...oh yeah...well,let's just cool out for a lil...things are getting too wild over here...I will call you when things change"he hangs up. I wanted to knock on that damn door so bad, but I tip toed back upstairs and scurried to bed before he noticed I was up lurking. 
I know he was on the phone with the woman he went to Puerto Rico with, he was explaining himself too much. Plus, I installed a device into his phone,HA,I got the bitch name and number before the private investigator did. Her name is Felicia DeVry a Alpharetta resident and a married attorney. AND her wealthy husband found it very interesting that his wife went to Puerto Rico with my man. He found it so interesting that he beat that heifer ass the night I told him. AND she didn't like that nor did she like that he and I met up on more than one occasion. YES, I got very familiar with her spouse. Mr.DeVry can eat a mean pussy and his stroke isn't bad for a 58 year old rich guy. During these couple of weeks of silence at home, Mr.DeVry has been keeping me company and slightly spoiled with lazy romantic afternoons at the Loews hotel. The first afternoon he had their Chef come to prepare us a custom Southern lunch. Fresh greens,superb mac n cheese, the wine was divine and the steak you could cut with a butter knife. When lunch was over he drew me this awesome bubble bath. The Bose radio played soft classical music as he washed my curvy body. Mr.DeVry is an old school freak, he brought a waterproof french tickler. He made me cum so hard, but before I climaxed he grabbed a wine glass "stand up babydoll,here...cum in this glass...push very hard, I want all of your juices, I don't care if its mixed with your pee darlin,push...that shit...out...for me!" Flabbergasted, yet utterly aroused I did as Mr.DeVry requested. 
The rest of our meetings were different, the Chef had already prepared lunch before I arrived, and Mr.DeVry became my bitch boy slave. He wore a black Zentai suit,nothing showing but his lips. Each day he would have a different costume for me to wear. I donned a traditional leather Dominatrix outfit,a Roman Goddess costume and a Victorian Princess costume. I am not sure where he got these costumes but they were hella expensive,the fabric quality was excellent. And with each costume change came different freaky request. On the day I wore the Dominatrix outfit, Mr.DeVry begged he could smell my ass, he pleaded that I fart in his face, he followed me around the suite on his knees and he watched me use the toilet. He deeply inhaled my stinky shit, when I got up to wipe my butt he slowly pushed my hand out the way and forced his head into my plump cheeks. I leaned forward, he rubbed his face deeper into my shitty crack. He scooped some of my poop out of the toilet and massaged it all over his Zentai suit. Yes, Mr.DeVry was covered in my doo doo,lol...that kinky yuck shit-like literally. I think he had his Chef put some laxatives in my lunch that day too because I've never had a stool that loose and the extreme urgency after eating spinach and white cheese pizza. 
On the day I was his Roman Goddess "Julia"as Julia he was my demented young lover. Mr.DeVry went back to his childhood that day,lol,he dressed in a oversized baby snap bottom 1piece t-shirt. He worshiped my breast, my nipples are still healing from him aggressively sucking them. He whined and cried mocking a rotten toddler, he wouldn't shut that shit up until I massaged his dick. He asked me to baby powder his bum and Vaseline his anus. And he sucked his thumb when I milked his prostate. That Mr.DeVry, he really loves his asshole played with. 
Our last meeting, I was the Victorian Princess Dream. The lunch was over the top. Fresh fruits, all chocolate covered. A whole roasted chicken, turkey breast, gravy, wild rice, red smashed garlic potatoes, numerous seasonal vegetables, all kinds of breads, pies, a cupcake tower, and a candy table a child would OD for. This was truly a meal suitable for royalty. 
No Zentai suit for Mr.DeVry on this day, he wore his Ralph Lauren tux, and wow did he look very dashing. Bright clear skin,6ft3in...with curly salt&pepper hair and no stumble on his face. He definitely had that Barack Obama swag going on. He fed me, whatever I put on my plate...he fed it to me and lightly cleaned my face when I was done. He applied a gentle kiss to my lips and one to my forehead then took my hand leading me to dance. That was the longest waltz I've ever danced, and the first time my partner and I were naked when the music stopped. He bowed to me, and insisted that he pick up my big booty up before we got onto the bed. Amazingly, he did not drop me nor did his back give out. On that day of being the Victorian Princess Dream, Mr.DeVry, Felicia DeVry's husband made passionate love to me. His strokes were deep,filled with sensuality. He made my knees shake from the orgasms he gave. I saw his eyes moist with tears he held back. I placed a finger under his eyelid and a waterfall started. There was nothing either of us could say. I pulled him closely in my bosom and tried to make it okay. When the afternoon was over, we both knew it was time to cease the building affair. We watched each other delete our numbers out of our phones, hugged and went our separate ways. I never heard from Mr.or Mrs.DeVry again. Now checking his phone records, she never contacted my man since then either. I bet things worked out just fine for them,I am happy I was able to save a marriage. 
He's finally out of the shower. He cracks the bathroom"baby,I am not going to work today,I'm staying home with you, we need some time alone today...you know like we use to,no phones...no computers...just us, in our house,our bed together...what you think bae"he asked. I had to think about what he was asking,I didn't respond right away. Ten minutes later, he comes out the bathroom wrapped in a towel, smelling too damn good. He gets in my face"woman,you heard me talking to you, I said let's spend some quality time together today,what do you think about that". I had no emotion on my face, yet when I replied back to him my face went into a full cheshire cat grin"Yes,that is fine dear". 
We've been in bed all day, he is asleep next to me, in full snore mode. That make up sex must have been off the chain, he is smiling in his sleep. He looks so innocent when he's sleeping, so damn lovable and I cannot help but to apply soft kisses to him during his slumber. 
I am not sure what tomorrow holds for us. I am not sure will I ask about the scratches on his back, that I did not put there. And I am not certain if he'll bring up the purple bruises on my inner thighs. All these things could corrupt us, if we allow it. Today I am not thinking about the bad,my pleasant thoughts are with the man I chose to love...who happens to be the person who is in this bed with me right now. 
A courier left a brown envelope at the door, its from the private investigator. That envelope will be there tomorrow, therefore that's where it shall stay until tomorrow. And we will deal with it tomorrow. Got to finish up. He's waking up now, ready to fuck me again really good. 
Take care&stay tuned
~Dream~