Dear Diary Xperiences_June10_2012

Dear Diary:


Laying here covered in sweat,tingling,full of passion. Marinating in his sublime essence,I want to smile so hard, but I think that my face is frozen. I slowly inhale, trying to savor the moment. The energy that we exchanged was incredible. My thirst was quenched by licking his sweat. My soul was at ease, the sexy confessions I released in his ear, was such a relief. 
I wish that time would continue to cease. The powerful orgasms elicit tears causing my eyes to become bloodshot red. My clit humming from the caress of his lips. My pussy throbbing from the sensual beat down.  
I am weightless, so open, and very vulnerable. I close my eyes and place my hand upon his smooth chest, my fingertips are riding the waves of his pulsating heart. The rhythm makes my pussy even wetter. His body is glowing and the flawless strokes seem perpetual. 
All of the negative things that were done and said were erased. Once again, we are back to a clean slate.  The intoxicating passion and vicious love consumes anything that is not warranted. 
Which would explain the nauseating feeling I got by being with the another. My body was deathly stiff, my eyes were pierced shut. There was nothing he could do to bring me out of that unemotional state. The kisses he placed upon me felt like poison. The tears, he could not see, were from pure disgust. Upset at myself and utterly disappointed, I pushed him off me. It was silly of me to think that I could attempt to rekindle something that was extinct. 
Totally grossed out by someone I had at envisioned a life with. I did not want him touching me. That was a very long night, I slept to farthest corner of the bed. He touched me, I flinched"baby,you are going to fall off the bed" he said. I sternly replied,"NO,I'm not". I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. When morning came,there was no kiss or sensual "good morning baby"greeting nor was there breakfast in bed. The conversation was minimal, eventually he got the point and he left. 
My stomach was queasy, I cried. I was glad it was finally over. I could not endure another second in his presence. I thought I had made him feel uncomfortable, that is why he left. Honestly, that was not it. He left because I refused be attentive to him and I refused to have sex with him. Excuse me-he left because I refused to have UNprotected sex with him. 
He has not given up his pursuit of me. He calls from various numbers and I am beyond ready to divulge why I do not want to be with him. 
I will not spare his feelings, how he treated me when we were together, he needs to hear every word. This what I thought of saying to him:
     "You know, things between us have never been the same since we broke up. I have tried to fathom getting back with you and having that life we wanted. I simply cannot see myself with you. The feelings that I had for you are no more. I can't even be a sex only friend with you, I am no longer attracted to you. As a matter of fact, I cannot talk to you period, we are not on the same level. I have grown. I'm in a place in my life where I am the happiest being among people on my level. I am not happy when I am with you. You drain the shit out of me. Lastly, I am in love, yes, I am in love with a man that gives me so much more than you could ever-mentally and emotionally. You could give me you every single day,but it will never equal to what I get from him, and I don't need to see him daily. I wish you the best,but do me a favor and never contact me again."
This love came abruptly,like a speeding comet. A red hot ball of fire,its contents unknown. Everyday is unpredictable, when we are together its outstanding. No matter how the day is going, once we leave each others presence, the remainder of the day is golden. I have a sense of safety when I am with him. The mutual trust is the main ingredient. He respects it, its never been a vernissage. The exotic, erotic love is dual, that can only be exploited by us, outside influences make it toxic. 
So beautiful, the same being that can bring me to curse their name is the same person that gives me tears of pleasure and I scream his name. Nevertheless,I'm that woman who can ignore him for days,display my displease and make him feel like he's the plague. I'm that vivacious woman who is real and nurturing. Additionally, an intellectual woman with bomb ass "head" service and  impeccable "cum" back pussy. 
Its the magic I feel when I am with him that has kept me grounded. My sexy occupation gets overwhelming with raising a family,the fans, weirdos and stalkers I come across.
"Nothing Like Loving You"-Amerie(my song of the day).
The phone rings,its my Ex, he's pleading his case, talking about my present love and how he is the better man for me. I'm about to tell him,"once the light has burnt out for you,there is nothing you can do to turn it back on".
-The End.
~Dream~
*Never regret the things you have encountered, be thankful for the life lessons,the Xperiences*

From My Outbox...Freaky Confession

This morning the lyrics to that Jodeci song (Freek'N You) kept playing in my head as I laid in my bed,next to a pile of pillows..."I wake up feelin so horny....I can't get you outa my mind...sexing you be all I see". So what did I do? I reached for my smartphone&I started to text,I needed some sort of a release. This morning I had a need, to give&get a good mind fuck. So from my head,to my fingertips onto this page. I present my freaky confession,from my outbox:
"Good morning huny bunny,I am in bed thinking of how I want you...I wish at times my hands or body was restrained to the bed and you come pleasure me in anyway you see fit,pour hot wax on my nipples or thighs,then nibble on them&my neck,leaving this nice strand of purple kisses/bruises,you cum on my pedicured toes&force me to lick your nutt off them once you release me...OR...I'm laying in the center of an all white bed&a small pool of olive oil underneath me,I'm covered head to toe in oil, ass glowing&shaking,moving my body in a way,almost like a snake being charmed,my body movements show how badly I want you,you come dick rock hard, your body glowing,two strong pecs,chest like wow&your arms are so defined, looking at you gets me wetter,I clap my ass,grab my ass cheeks,you pull me by my ankles,I slide to you,I turn over,start sucking your dick very hard&deep. You're fingering me while I suck you,my pussy keeps squeezing&releasing,getting wetter on your fingers,you lick three of your fingers when I cum on them. Then you almost cum from my head,cuz I started to vibrate my tongue on your shaft, as I strongly suck you,I lick on the side of your dick where the ball of nutt stopped, you moan&say"yes,Bae,that's it,feel Daddy nutt,it got stuck right there". We both can't take it anymore,my eyes are pleading for you to fuck me,I pinch your pretty pecs, I feel your heart beating out your chest,you push me down on my back&place my feet on your chest. Your dick slides into me,so deep,I try to get up off my back,you push me back down&say"noooo,you wanted this dick,now take alll of it". Uuughh,I scream softly, because it wasn't painful...it was very intense,my pussy throbbed every time you slow yet deep stroke me. My nipples firm,my hands rubbing the sweat from your head,licking the drips from your forehead,your holding one thigh up,you bite it&I slap your butt..the oil underneath us,almost absorbed, a puddle mixture of you,me&sweat. I feel a tingle sensation from your tip,you were about to cum,you stop to suck on my clit, you fuck me with your tongue,felt just like your dick,so divine,your head moving like a rocking chair in mid July. I climax on your tongue,you swallow all of me,pussy still humming, you slide your dick right back in me, only took a few firm stokes&you let it all go, deep inside of me,you release such a big load,it came out spilling into my navel,since there is no immediate rush to get up, you fall asleep, dick still in me, I fell asleep kissing you in your sleep.
"Til my freaky fantasy becomes a reality
~Dream~
©2012 Thick Dream Productions/Ms.Atlanta Thick~Dream~

Dear Diary,August 7

Dear Diary:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kisses to you,

~Dream~