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.

DearDiary_AMouthful_Confessions

Dear Diary:

Wow,it has been a minute.  Please forgive me for not cracking you open and spilling my guts,but things have been constantly busy for myself.

Today was the first time that my Huny and I had a kinky encounter. My mind and body was utterly turned off by him.  It was something about this last situation, that put me in a bad head space. A couple months ago, I caught him cheating...yes,AGAIN. But this time,oh boy this time,was way heavier...AND....I got clearer results,answers and a lovely dose of sweet REVENGE!!

I was able to get a favor called in with a Federal Agent friend (former boo thing/lover of mine).  He hacked into my Huny's phone,and retrieved data from it that was priceless.  One I learned that he had another phone with a prepaid wireless company,that was only given out and used to contact his groupie "Badge Bunnies".  These were women from his work,from his cases,and a couple associates of ours. Yours truly is sexy,talented and on top of that-intelligent. Guess what I did?!! I cloned this "hoe phone" of his and started some unexpected shit! These women did not know if it was him or someone else contacting them via text message or when I used a voice changing application to alter my sexy tone into a brash male voice...one chick even sent a provocative photo of her raggedy ass pussy,it looked like someone ran her cunt through a meat grinder...yuck. Another chick consistenly called the phone during hours she knew he was home with me,and had the audacity to leave threatening voice messages and text (something I am sure HE put her up to...because he had NO CLUE what in the hell was going and whom it was in his shit so deep).

I was simply mortified by the images,messages,and phone calls that came into this hotline of his. I couldn't help but confront him regarding all of this,and of course his initial impulse was to LIE about everything. But there was nothing to deny,once I presented the phone logs,and printed text. (See as an officer girlfriend, we know if there is an accusation you better back it up with some concrete physical evidence.) He was angry,I was pissed off to the highest of piss-tivity,he wanted to kick my ass,and I wanted to ring his motherfucking neck. There was a lot of screaming,cursing, and blaming. I informed him that I wasn't afraid to leave him&report him to Internal Affairs...because how DARE HIM to send his team of bitches after ME!!! Me, the good woman who has stood by your side throughout the years....OMG-the treachery!! He tried his hardest to explain himself,I do not recall a word of what he was saying because I know I "blacked out" and went into furious black woman mode.

For several weeks,we did not speak,for several nights he slept in his office,and for months the refrigerator was on empty...no dinners were being cooked,if anything was made in that kitchen,it was for myself only.  I think what finally broke the ice was when he went to go take a shit this morning and there wasn't any toilet paper. Well,none that he knew about anyway.  "Babe,can you please tell me that we have some toilet tissue...I just took a huge dump,and I need to wipe my ass"he cried out to me from the downstairs bathroom. I waited at least three minutes before I tip toed downstairs,and handed him the toilet paper while holding my nose. He grabbed my wrist as I reached out to hand it to him,"darling...baby....please....can we stop this"he pleaded. I stood in silence because I wanted to hear what he had to say. "Baby,I am tired of sleeping on the sofa and my office chair,nothing is more comfortable than sleeping next to your soft sweet smelling ass.....what can I do to make it up to you this time....the hoe phone is off...and nobody is speaking to me anyway since they found out about the crazy J.I. Jane chick you are....the fellas found out too and they won't hang out with me no more....baby,you're all I have,please let's start over....what do you want a couple new purses or a new car". I took a moment to think about my reply....."I do not want anything from you,I sure as hell do not want no damned purses,and I do not need a new car the car I have is just fine".  I walked away,closed the bathroom door behind me,and I went back upstairs.

Seconds later,he comes upstairs...crawling on all fours,with my Dominatrix paddle in his mouth. His eyes and his half pulled down True Religion jeans were clues that this was an invitation to spank his ass....so I did and I used my leash to walk him around. He whimpered like a little puppy because his knees were beginning to hurt. I shoved his nose into my crotch and I said...."smell this good pussy you naughty dog you.....smell it....smells good doesn't it....well,you won't be getting any today...because you have been a bad dog....and there is punishment for dogs who roam". I turned around,put his head deep in my big chunky booty crack and released a tremendous fart.  He tried to pull his head back out of the path of the horrible scent,but I grabbed his head and forced him to inhale my atrocious ass fumes. After the gas waves were clear,I spoke to him firmly"now naughty doggy...do you know what NOT TO DO".  He whimpered like a dog and nodded yes. I leaned down to kiss him and we both broke into tears. For 30 minutes we were on our knees in a tight embrace,crying and kissing.

As I get up because my knees were killing me,he pulls down my pajama pants,spreads my sweet buns,and begins to lick the crack of my milk chocolate ass. I froze from the pleasure of his long warm tongue massaging my anus.

I could not allow him to get back in that quick,by turning me out....not today. I helped him up from the floor,and pushed him back upon the bed.  I snatched off his jeans then reached for my "special oil" and poured some into my palm. I begin to jerk his dick with both hands, in a ringing/twisting motion. Although I did not want to,but I couldn't resist, I had to put my lips to his throbbing dick. His eyes rolled into the back of his head,as if he was demonically possessed. (A strong indication that he was immensely enjoying this pleasure.) I then removed both of my hands from his dick,simultaneously I sucked him and massaged the inner portion of his thighs with the remaining oil. My head,was twisting back and forth,left and right,occasionally releasing enough spit down on his shaft.  I went all the way down on the dick,until I gagged and puked a little of my morning cappuccino on him. I stopped briefly to wipe him off,he's still hard rock (indicating that he's turned on from me throwing up on his monstrous erection). I proceeded to give him by far,the best headservice he's ever gotten from me. He held my head,grabbed me by my hair,and I pointed to the mirror...mouth full of his dick. An awed delightful vision,we were spectators of our own reflection. I began to moan, aroused,from my fellatrix performance. His dick starts to vibrate,his legs are trembling (a strong indicator that this sexy blowjob is soon coming to end). I am even more turned on,so I go down deeper on him,until I feel the head of his penis tickle my uvula. "OOOOHHHHH....UUUGHHHH....ARRRRGHHH"he loudly moans as the thick volcanic like burst forces itself from the hole of his penis. His dick is still in my mouth,as he is cumming,and this vast protein shot to my throat caused me to projectile vomit his lap. This wonderful time,the puke came from my mouth and nose....so he got a lovely "gag gift" I earled chunky grainy nacho chips&cheese (my snack after my cappuccino).  We both couldn't do anything,but laugh our asses off. It was sexy,gross,and yet we were equally aroused. And I got the great pleasure of seeing him scrub nacho cheese&tortilla chunks from his unshaven pubic area&ass crack...oh yes,I got him that good....all the way down to his butthole.

My huny was not out the door no more than ten minutes,and the phone rings....its the Sarg. He was calling on his break checking up on me. He wasn't really talking about anything particular,just making conversation. In a poor way...but his method of trying to make amends...is staying in touch knowing things are off balance between us.  The Sarg has a lot of things on his plate, and he does not have the time for a woman like me. The sex is less infrequent,and I rarely see him. I'm not sure if its because of his age,and sex is not a priority in his life....maybe he is embarrassed because he struggled with his erection the last time we had sex.  I am not sure what is with him,but I do know that he's pretending to be happy and diving more into other "things". I'm not a doctor,but I do know when you leave things open like we have,it leaves room for assumption. And I believe by him not dealing with or discussing what's affecting his erection and our intimacy,its leaving us stagnant. And I do not have time for all that....NO LIE,the (polyamory) Goddess in me truly loves him......BUT...if he does not want to talk about it or deal with the matter,then I will stay my pretty brown ass with the bright skin trouble maker I have at home....because he is MORE than a handful...and mouthful,laughing out loud.

Kisses to you,

~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~

Ms.ATL Thick Dream's Community Dick Commandments

The Community Dick Commandments 

Community Dick shall not try to own or run the Pussy

Community Dick has no entitlement to the Pussy=No Rights,No Say So

Thou shall not get pregnant by the Community Dick

Pussy doesn't owe the Community Dick an explanation 

Community Dick doesn't get home cooked meals,no breakfast in bed,hell not even a glass of water

Community Dick is always on an as needed basis 

Community Dick must B.Y.O.S (bring your own shit)

Community Dick shall not stay the night in thy Pussy bed

Community Dick doesn't meet your Mother or your kids

The Community Dick shall not have a set of keys to none of your shit

The Community Dick cannot question where you've been

Thou shall not loan money to the Community Dick

Thou shall not share information with the Community Dick,the less the better(keeps the Pussy a mystery)

Never fall in love with the Community Dick (if you do,you have my deepest sympathy)

Community Dick is nothing more, nothing less-he's just that Community Dick...a shared fuck or fucker 

Love the game, respect the players,be safe, check your feelings and it is what it is....Community Dick

 ©2013 Thick Dream Productions/Ms.Atlanta Thick~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 Today I Rode The Magnificent Bastard

Dear Diary:
When I got on top of him in the long chair, these words were dancing in my mind. I think I will call this my "Ode To MR...Mr.Scorpio"

As I mount him
I begin to feel like a sexy blonde bitch, perky tits
The Princess Bride
Going for a ride,for the very first time
Anxious, yet cautious 
I hold my breath
Slightly, I part my thick thighs
My King, underneath me
Anticipating, Him entering me
Heart racing, firm hands steady
Dick dripping
He grips, my wide hips
His sword, glides inside
There is some, resistance
I almost lost my, balance
Startled, from the popping of my tight pussy seal
The feeling, was outstanding 
I'm now, riding him handsfree
A warm, feeling overcame me
My pussy, this ride, was like being on Safari
In the Serengeti
A little smooth, yet bumpy
Especially when, he starts to fuck me harder
Excited because
My cum, is of much abundance 
My pussy, is squeezing him stronger
Immensely, turned on
The ride, gets longer
I was partially blinded, for a minute
Lost, my peripheral vision
The only thing, in sight
Our eyes, affixiated 
Forehead to forehead
Watching, his big dick 
Go, in and out
Out and in, of me
Chest to breast
We inhale, the pheromone euphoriant
Causing,our percolating orgasms 
To mutually, explode
The Earth, stops
The Sun, sets
And, all that is left, is one grand, wet mess
Me,hair drenched, in sweat
My King,panting, as if he ran a triathlon
No words, exchanged
Two faces, radiating, from extreme pleasure
Two sticky, doffed,sexually intoxicated bodies
The remanence of this glorious ride.
©2012 Thick Dream Productions/Ms.Atlanta Thick~Dream~

Dear Diary Folk Doing Too Much

Dear Diary:

I've not had time to sit and think let alone try to put my thoughts in a written format. The past few weeks have been a circus. The envelope that showed up at our door, came with a headache. I was mistaken, it wasn't from the private investigator. That information from him, for some reason has not shown up yet. 
The envelope contained various images of myself and my guy. The pics were of me with different men and pics of him with other women, and some screen captures from flicks that I had been featured in. The contents were regular and nude images. Issues started to arise when every single house on our street received the exact same brown envelope in their door. He was the one to open the envelope,I thought it was a joke until I checked our full voice mail from various neighbors including members of the Homeowners Association. They wanted answers, they are trying to remove my huny as President of the HOA. The lady who lives two doors down(who doesn't like me anyway) gently suggested that she Chair the holiday events that I was responsible for this year. That old bitty can have a seat, I am not stepping down because of this mess. 
Everyday since that fucking envelope was dropped off, my guy has been popping Tums like Tic Tacs. We've not had an in depth conversation about the actual images, we have been primarily focused on making it livable in our neighborhood. You should see the looks these losers have been giving us. The images were no biggie, he knew that I was in adult films before. We both know that the other has had their share of outside "playmates". No one in our neighborhood knows about my sexxxy side and none of them know that we occasionally participate in the swinger lifestyle. 
This bullshit comes kinda at the right and wrong time. My guy is up for a promotion within the department, and he was offered a Federal Agent job in DC. At first, I was supporting the move after the envelope arrived;however,I don't want to deal with the snow and being home alone even more because this new position is more money which means longer work hours. He wants the change, yet he doesn't want to be further away from his family. I just want things back to our version of normal and these nosy motherfuckers out of our hair.
The night the envelope arrived, he held me so tight,all I could do is release this big sigh. I felt like such a child in his arms. I listened to his every word that night, he explained how we were going to handle the situation. "Bae,we gotta make this thing go away like the fucking MOB"he said. "You're gonna have to do your part though honey...keep your conversations brief and basic...this is called damage control, do you hear me"he asked. "Yes dear"I said. He told me to plan a "surprise" birthday party for him before we leave for his annual birthday vacation(this year destination Waikiki). He said to invite everyone on the block, he wanted to give them all a "taste of our lifestyle". "Oh boy, this is going to be interesting"I thought to myself. 
The next morning, he put some dick on my mind that I couldn't get off all day long. He brushed my hair away from my face,kissed my cheek then moved to my neck. He sucked and swirled his tongue on me while massaging my nipples. "Mmmmm"he said softly in my ear, as he simultaneously grinds on me. He worked his way down to my hips, holding them from behind he rubs his morning wood against my pantyless booty. I love how that felt. I pretended to be half sleep, as he lifts my left leg and slides inside of me. On my side, I didn't roll my hips trying to play groggy. He knew I wasn't that sleepy, my pussy was wide awake and sloppy wet. I couldn't pretend any longer, I pulled my knee closer toward me. He held onto me and went in deeper. His dick was sooo hot inside of my pussy, my muscles kept clinching on him. He pulls out and pounces on me. I am now completely on my back, he puts every inch of himself inside of me. He slowly pulls back,dick covered in our juices up to his navel. I started to squirt from that yummy sight, he inserts himself back inside and begins to vigorously fuck his pussy. The headboard slamming against the wall, his grunts echoed throughout the house,"uuuuhhhhhh-uuuhhhh"he cums all over my pussy. We kiss, he staggers to the bathroom, throws me a hot washcloth and starts his shower.
Today I'm handling the last minute details for our vacation and confirming who is attending his "surprise" birthday party. A couple of the guest tried to back out at the last minute, but I persuaded them to attend. They happen to be the main people who were putting up the big fuss about that envelope. I call them the"head hunters"who basically want us off the committees and out the community. These laid off and or retired neighbors who have no life, and they pretend like they never did anything adventurous in their day. My huny has this fucking spectacular plan, I hope that it works or I will be posting a For Sale sign in the yard the same night of the party.
I shared with the guy next door what was going on, he did not seem surprised at all. I wonder why?? Then it dawned on me, he does know that I've been featured in flicks as he was in one. And he does know that my huny has fucked around on me too. They were cool until he discovered that the neighbor was fucking me. Could it have been our neighbor who was trying to defame us? He does know sensitive information like that could hurt my huny career,but not really. Men in law enforcement have lives like everyone else, and cheating is not going to destroy his career. It does look bad, but it will not get him fired. Cops are not the most faithful folk in the world. Not an excuse, just a known fact. 
The neighbor guy is on the top suspect list along with the old nosy heifer down the street. She has been trying to be my friend since we moved into this house. I do speak to her when I am out walking. I keep it brief, but damn she loves to pry.  "Hey,how you been...how is work....I see you guys got a new car...he's doing good for a cops salary...to take care of you like he does"she said. I did not answer her panel of questions, I smiled and kept it moving. I think she has this thing for my guy, she's always asking about him. Once she asked him to look at her old beater(a 1985 Oldsmobile Regency). I told him he better not,hell...he knows nothing about cars that is why we have a mechanic. The following day after he gave her our mechanic number she rings the doorbell bright&early all made up. Her face covered in Mary Kay,and drenched in Avon perfume. She hands me a Tupperware container of homemade key lime cupcakes, his favorite(how did she know that). Good thing he wasn't home, I intercepted that "thank you" gift. Of course, he never saw those fucking cupcakes,lol.
Tonight after the dinner, I am going to suggest to my huny that we go outside and have SMASHtastic have sex on the side of the house. Hopefully, either that old bitch is looking or whomever is watching us, go at it in our yard. I want them to see, how well he fucks me,how good I take it, and how great I throw it back on him.  Allow them to thoroughly examine our facial expressions. So they can see the evidence firsthand themselves. Which is-what we have is good,its concentrated,its naughty,its freaky,sometimes its nasty and its not going anywhere. I'm sure he'll agree, as he enjoys an audience. I know he will pull my hair, as he pounds me from the back. I bet he'll ask me to "spread that ass" (in his very commanding voice) before I grab my ankles for support, so he can clearly see his dick go inside my pretty pink pussy. I know I want to ride him in the gazebo on the long chair. With my back facing him,so I can see who is peeping out their window(nosy asses). I plan to bounce my fat ass in his lap, grab my gum drop nipples, and softly bite my bottom lip. Oh yes indeedy,we will be quite the vernissage tonight. Nothing like harvest moonlight fucking.
Let me wrap this up, my huny just text me. He's doing his own lil "investigation" on our neighbors. Wow,this message he just sent...one of our neighbors in the cul de sac is selling pussy from home. Interestinggggg, I bet its the old bitty,smh...her ass is almost 50! Damn shame, baking fresh cupcakes and selling stale cunt. I thought there was an age limit to prostitution. If there isn't one, there should be one,like who in the hell and what in the hell!! No wonder she's trying to get at my man, because the old whore can't get a man of her own-hot damn!
Okay,he's calling now. I must take his call, before he thinks I'm out fucking off. Be back after awhile. Take care.
Kisses to you,
~Dream~

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~

Dear Diary Shall I Creep or Swing

Dear Diary:
Thought I would crack you open.  Its been awhile since I sat in deep thought.  I am sitting in this chair, staring at the bed. Tangled up sheets, and the thrown to the side comforter. The scent of hot sex still lingers. I can't help, but revisit the memory of how it got that way. 
He came home after being on assignment for a couple of weeks. He looked so tired, but I could not help but pounce on him. Something about him, tired or not, he turns me the fuck on. 
His moods are not always the best after being away like that, I try to distract him from the stress with my attention. It helps, but its only temporary. I see the job is wearing on him.
Last week was our anniversary, and of course, I celebrated it alone. Well, not really. I invited a friend over for drinks.  One thing lead to another, he winds up under my dress. We had sex on the living room sofa, on our anniversary. I felt so horrible afterward, but not really. He wasn't home to celebrate our anniversary. Honestly, I don't think he would've remembered if I hadn't mentioned it. His focus is work, even when he is home, his mind is at work.
When he came home this time, he seemed overly suspicious. He was looking through the trashcans, he turned back the sheets thoroughly examining them before laying down. What was he hoping to find? A condom in the trash or cum stains on our sheets. I would never be that stupid, to bring another in our bedroom...and like really...not change the sheets. I was very particular about bringing another home, I was cautious where we play and I make sure that I do a thorough sweep of the room after my playmate leaves. 
I want to have sex with him so bad, he seems so tense. I want to relieve whatever doubt or frustrations are on his mind. He is laying on his back, rubbing his sexy bald head.  I kiss his temples, softly kiss his lips and slowly kiss my way down to his lap. I apply a little more moisture to my lips and mouth, I go in firmly on his dick. My pussy immediately gets wetter, the taste and the contact with his dick gives me a exuberant sensation. The rocking of his hips, while his dick is in my mouth, keeps my nipples hard as pebbles. I slurp his warm clear precum, a signal to go down further on his throbbing shaft. He grabs my hair, massages my neck and face, my head bobbing becomes sexier. Moving my head in rhythmic waves,up and down,down and up til he cums hard in my mouth. His legs are shaking, he slaps the bed, shakes his head "oh baby,you know how to get me every single time,I love it when you do that to me"he said. My mouth full of his cum, I bashfully smile, then swallowed his load. 
I reached under the pillow, to hand him his gift and I see a part of a gold condom wrapper peeping out from underneath a magazine that had fell behind the bed. "Oh shit" I panicked. "HAPPY ANNIVERSARY HONEEYYY" I blurted out. I quickly shoved the box in his face, to prevent him from looking where I was looking. 
I don't recall what he said when I hand him the box, that contained his Armani sterling silver diamond encrusted cufflinks. My mind went blank. All I could think of was, how in the hell did that fucking condom wrapper get behind the bed. 
It's morning he's getting dressed for work, I pretend to be sleep, I watch him with one eye open. He checks his phone, spends an awful long time on the phone outside on the porch. I tried to listen on the conversation, but he's very good, he kept checking inside to make sure I was not up. The tone of the conversation was not work related, it was a woman he was on the phone with, I could tell.
He comes over to my side of the bed,brushes my hair away from my face, and leans in to kiss my forehead "sweetheart, I'm about to go, the Captain has a special announcement this morning,so I have to leave earlier than usual" he explains. "Oh ok,honey,have a good day, and be safe"in my most softest voice. 
As soon as the Impala leaves the driveway, I one-grab the piece of wrapper from behind the bed and two-I rush to get dressed. All kinds of thoughts are running through my head as I get dress for my day. Undecided what to wear, I contemplate the lunch date I had planned for with another. Yes, I want to rack my brain about who was my man on the phone with,but not really. I am not surprised. I knew in my heart that he was seeing someone else. His stories about working late nights and an abundance of out of town trips were all obvious clues.  The sex between us didn't change, that is usually the first giveaway,but not here. He and I both have a very healthy sexual appetite. Which is why we mingle in the swinger lifestyle. At times, he is more than I can handle and at times, I crave variety that he can't satisfy. So it works for us.
Yes, I know he and I are breaking the rules of the lifestyle by seeing others, behind each others back. I want to stop, fucking other people, I truly do. I feel like I can't stop, I get extremely lonesome when he is away with work. I've spent holidays, including my birthday alone in this house. Well, at least he thought I was alone, for Christmas I cried my eyes out. And I called over the neighbor, he made me dinner.  I spent my Christmas with our neighbor, fucking at our dinner table, when he called to check in, I did not hesitate to pick up the phone. I answered the phone while bent over with the neighbor. He didn't know, I was eating fried turkey and I was being stuffed by a pudgy piece of cock on the other end. 
When he came home to ring in the New Year with me, he was happy, overly happy. That was not in his character. He's dancing in the doorway, his arms full of gifts for me. I am excited to see him. As I lean in to kiss him,I noticed smeared lip gloss glitter on his ear lobe, and his shirt collar held a hint of an Avon perfume product. 
Am I upset that he sleeps around me on me? No,not really. When he takes care of me, and does what he needs to do, why would I be upset with him? I am highly disappointed that he uses his work as an escape goat. We could easily entertain others,as we have in the past. I am not sure what happened to us. The affection, the passion still remains, its apparent we still love each other. 
It's dinner time now, he's late, I had to put his plate in the microwave. I decided not to go to lunch with the other. I stayed home to finish up some work and I baked him his favorite Key Lime cupcakes. 
I had a couple of glasses of Moscato to calm my nerves, so I am tipsy. We greet each other with our usual hug and kiss. I taste the alcohol on his lips too. He explained that he and a couple guys stopped at the bar after work for some drinks. While scarfing down his dinner, I paid close attention to his bulging mid section. "Yuck,he's gaining weight,must be eating that bitch cooking too"I thought to myself. He's chewing with his mouth open, I couldn't help but give a look of disgust. He stops eating "whaaat,what's wrong baby" he ask. Being sarcastic I say "that food must be good or you must be hungry". We both burst into laughter "BAHAHAHAHHA". 
Dinner is over, he's rubbing my feet, and we're watching ESPN.  "Baby,what ever happen to the old days, when we use to party together,I miss that" he said. "What do you mean, we party, just last month we went out twice to two different nightclubs" I said. "Nooo,not that kind of partying, I mean, meeting up with other couples like us,for fun" he explained. "I don't know,you tell me, you're the one with the busy work schedule,your job keeps you out of town a lot,do we even have time to go out and meet couples like we use to" I rebutted. Then he went into this big speech about how he wants to re-engage into the swinger lifestyle, and how our relationship needs that spice and we would both benefit from it. Some of what he was saying was truth and the rest was bullshit. 
I finished off the bottle of wine, placed the glass on the table "so are you going to introduce me to one of these women who you've been seeing, if I agree to this" I asked because I wanted to know. "What women, how do I have time to see anyone, I work and when I am not working, I am home with you" he tells me. "Yeah ok"I say. He turns off the TV and heads into the bedroom,so we can shower before bed.
He runs the water, while the water is getting ready, he eats my pussy til the bathroom is good and steamy. I am drunk from the wine, my head is spinning, I hold onto the back of his sexy bald head for balance. He stopped licking me before I could cum, pulls me up "come on,this shower will help you sober up". He helps me into the shower, when I am stable, he goes to use the toilet. He flushes "AHHAHHHAAAA"I scream, the cold water shocked the shit out of me and I was sober quick. He runs into the shower,almost busting his ass,he stands in front of the showerhead until it reaches warm again. Awww,how sweet of him. He's always looking out for my safety. 
He makes love to me in the shower, it was very good. My breast he held tightly against his chest. We damned near sucked each others lips off our faces. Feeling slightly nauseated from the wine, I turn around to hold onto the wall. His dick throbbing near my cervix, my pussy squeezes down on him. He bites the back of my neck. We both begin to orgasm. During climax he starts talking real smooth"baby,you know I love you,I will never hurt you...I want us to start swingin again, we are gona do it because you know I am not goin anywhere...we need the fun...and...and the first thing we are gona do is...meet all the motherfuckers you have been fuckin off with behind my back....yes...and you are gona bring them here....one by one,I want to see them fuck you...so I can do it even better". Before I could respond, he covers my mouth, his dick still hard in me, he thrust himself deeper inside and ejaculates. He turns the water off, hands me a towel. I am speechless. 
So, I am sitting here thinking. How am I going to get any man to come fuck me in front of my man. A few of them know I'm involved and a couple have no clue. The ones who know about him, know his occupation and they know how intimidating Officers can be. From the beginning he made that known "tell him you don't need him no more,you have a cop now". He damn near ran off all my friends. 
There is no way in hell I am going to be able to convince anyone to go through with this. Not any who know about his ass,that is. The one person who I had in mind, won't do it because he is afraid that he'll have him arrested if he fucks me too well. I know, it sounds stupid. 
I want to please him in anyway I can, but this is difficult. I don't want to lose him. I feel like I owe it to him. And why the fuck I am not focusing on the affairs he's had? Besides the glitter from the lip gloss on his collar and the time away from home,that's the only proof I have. Which is not enough proof, to bring it up to him, he will only say that I am "deflecting". 
I would ask the neighbor to come and join us for play,but he hasn't had anything pleasant to say about him since he spent Christmas with me. I called him this morning and I explained the situation to him, just to see what he thought. The neighbor said"he only wants to do this to show you up and to stroke that fuckin Cop ego of his. It's not about you Dream, its not about you guys' relationship, its all about him, his ego and his insecurities...listen,if he loves you...like he says, he will back off you and if you love him...do not go through with it...work on your relationship together and if you want to swing,do it, but with non threatening parties...a person neither one of you knows,that's if you want to be a swinger again...with him". The neighbor made all valid points, everything makes sense now. 
I went next door to get some ice, the icemaker is not working again. The neighbor was busy, told me he would bring some over when he was done. 
The neighbor is here, we had sex in his office chair. He's in the bathroom now. What an incredible feeling. I am in our home, in his manly retreat,naked,sweating from the wicked sex I had in his office with the neighbor. Let me check my phone, its been going off since he got here. What the fuck-I just received text messages"I saw the neighbor guy go nside the house,I know ur there wit him now,tell him I'm cumn n NOW&u better b ready2fuck n front of me or I am going2choke you out&kick his ass".
Oh shit,he's at the door!!
TTYL...
~Dream~

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*