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~
Friday, August 3, 2012
Monday, July 23, 2012
Dear Diary-Manic Monday July23_2012
Users,Abusers,Givers,Takers-Which1Are You?
In life the classification of people can be broken into four categories:
User
Abuser
Giver
Taker
Everyone has their own definition of each,but I've taken the time to give some precise examples of each type.
The User: A person who uses or operates something (a machine or even another person). The typical user is either fully aware they are a user or their in denial about using people. Users have a constant void to fill. They feel power when they manipulate situations that benefit them.
The Abuser: Someone who regularly or habitually abuses someone or something,in particular. An abuser receives power from controlling a person who is emotionally bound to them. The abuser has no sense of self worth without someone to control. Abusers are very into self, and have a sickening type of arrogance.
The Giver: Someone who devotes themselves completely. The giver does without question and gives without seeking reciprocity. A giver is someone who lives to help others.
The Taker: A person who takes a specified thing. The taker can be someone who expects others to provide for them. A takers affixation is what that person can do for me. A taker is not concerned about an emotional attachment with an individual,its all about how they can benefit from knowing or being with this person.
Victims of each class will vary:
A person who seeks an emotional bond, they will often accept a sex based only relationship. This victim does not see themselves as vulnerable because they are strong minded people. People who just want to be accepted for who they are. -The User Victim
The abuse victim is someone who has poor self esteem, and is simply seeking anyone who will pay attention to them and who will show "love" to them. The attention they receive from a abuser can be a mixture of high energy sex,loads of quality time,and intervals of physical/emotional abuse (meaning-the abuse will come and go,they will be on a love/hate roller coaster)some do not care as long as they are not being ignored and the need for attention is met,"its ok". This person may also see the abuser as loving "they do care"because they show strong emotions toward them.-The Abuse Victim
A victim of someone who gives constantly, the results are guilt sometimes resentment toward the giver. The receiver can begin to question the giver,accusations can be that the giver does what they do for "self gratification". Very tricky,not often will there be victims of givers and actually most givers become victims if they give too often. People will take their kindness as a weakness (hence why they will get used).
A takers victims are usually people who want to help yet they have their limits to how much help their willing to give. Sexually,these individuals give a lot of passion in the bedroom. This person just wants to be happy in life,no matter what they do. The takers feed from their emotions. The majority of a takers victims are the givers.-The Taker Victim
A highly sexual,discreet,corporate woman begins to attend swinger parties. She is curious of the lifestyle and seeks a long term relationship. She knows the rules of the lifestyle, and respects it. She often has random encounters with fellow lifers and obtains friendships with the gents she brings home. The men are not seeking a relationship,yet,she yearns for the companionship from any fellow that spends a little time with her. Is she a giver or taker? Or is she a user or a taker victim?
A mother of five almost grown children, has been with the same man for more than two decades. She has never stepped outside of their relationship. He,on the other hand,has children outside of the relationship and has cheated on her numerous times. She rekindles a friendship with a former classmate, seeking conversation and guidance. An emotional bond is created with the classmate. She falls for him, and he gives her an ultimatum. She couldn't quickly decide, so the classmate cuts her off completely, choosing for her. Her long term boyfriend finds out about the other guy, and finds it hilarious that she (a lowly single Mom of five) would even try to seek consoling outside of their relationship. Is she an abuse victim or a giver? Is the Baby Father an abuser or a taker? Or could he be a giver and a taker? Is the former classmate a taker?
A married woman, her spouse has an established busy career. They own the home of their dreams,money in the bank,and they have vacationed at the most elite destinations. When you see the two, they appear happy. Far from the truth,many nights she has slept alone and countless days she has attended events without her husband. She does love him, they were college sweethearts, but the love she has for him is very thin. She drifts away from him emotionally, and seeks affection from another. Her husband knows she is having an affair, but chooses to ignore it, because he has been cheating for many years. Is the husband the abuser or is he the user? Is the wife the victim of a giver or is she the giver?
As you see, our roles in life will fluctuate and sometimes often will stay the same. No matter what character we are in this play we call life, we must accept our true identity. Hurt as less as possible, obtain as much as we can, seek knowledge daily and receive pleasure as much as possible-simple guidelines to follow, hard for most.
We are all led by our emotions-our genitals, cast out signals to our brains,leading us into the darkness or the light,all uncharted waters. Be careful when sailing, you never know what kind of weather (karma) is going to forecast.
Kisses to you,
~Dream~
In life the classification of people can be broken into four categories:
User
Abuser
Giver
Taker
Everyone has their own definition of each,but I've taken the time to give some precise examples of each type.
The User: A person who uses or operates something (a machine or even another person). The typical user is either fully aware they are a user or their in denial about using people. Users have a constant void to fill. They feel power when they manipulate situations that benefit them.
The Abuser: Someone who regularly or habitually abuses someone or something,in particular. An abuser receives power from controlling a person who is emotionally bound to them. The abuser has no sense of self worth without someone to control. Abusers are very into self, and have a sickening type of arrogance.
The Giver: Someone who devotes themselves completely. The giver does without question and gives without seeking reciprocity. A giver is someone who lives to help others.
The Taker: A person who takes a specified thing. The taker can be someone who expects others to provide for them. A takers affixation is what that person can do for me. A taker is not concerned about an emotional attachment with an individual,its all about how they can benefit from knowing or being with this person.
Victims of each class will vary:
A person who seeks an emotional bond, they will often accept a sex based only relationship. This victim does not see themselves as vulnerable because they are strong minded people. People who just want to be accepted for who they are. -The User Victim
The abuse victim is someone who has poor self esteem, and is simply seeking anyone who will pay attention to them and who will show "love" to them. The attention they receive from a abuser can be a mixture of high energy sex,loads of quality time,and intervals of physical/emotional abuse (meaning-the abuse will come and go,they will be on a love/hate roller coaster)some do not care as long as they are not being ignored and the need for attention is met,"its ok". This person may also see the abuser as loving "they do care"because they show strong emotions toward them.-The Abuse Victim
A victim of someone who gives constantly, the results are guilt sometimes resentment toward the giver. The receiver can begin to question the giver,accusations can be that the giver does what they do for "self gratification". Very tricky,not often will there be victims of givers and actually most givers become victims if they give too often. People will take their kindness as a weakness (hence why they will get used).
A takers victims are usually people who want to help yet they have their limits to how much help their willing to give. Sexually,these individuals give a lot of passion in the bedroom. This person just wants to be happy in life,no matter what they do. The takers feed from their emotions. The majority of a takers victims are the givers.-The Taker Victim
A highly sexual,discreet,corporate woman begins to attend swinger parties. She is curious of the lifestyle and seeks a long term relationship. She knows the rules of the lifestyle, and respects it. She often has random encounters with fellow lifers and obtains friendships with the gents she brings home. The men are not seeking a relationship,yet,she yearns for the companionship from any fellow that spends a little time with her. Is she a giver or taker? Or is she a user or a taker victim?
A mother of five almost grown children, has been with the same man for more than two decades. She has never stepped outside of their relationship. He,on the other hand,has children outside of the relationship and has cheated on her numerous times. She rekindles a friendship with a former classmate, seeking conversation and guidance. An emotional bond is created with the classmate. She falls for him, and he gives her an ultimatum. She couldn't quickly decide, so the classmate cuts her off completely, choosing for her. Her long term boyfriend finds out about the other guy, and finds it hilarious that she (a lowly single Mom of five) would even try to seek consoling outside of their relationship. Is she an abuse victim or a giver? Is the Baby Father an abuser or a taker? Or could he be a giver and a taker? Is the former classmate a taker?
A married woman, her spouse has an established busy career. They own the home of their dreams,money in the bank,and they have vacationed at the most elite destinations. When you see the two, they appear happy. Far from the truth,many nights she has slept alone and countless days she has attended events without her husband. She does love him, they were college sweethearts, but the love she has for him is very thin. She drifts away from him emotionally, and seeks affection from another. Her husband knows she is having an affair, but chooses to ignore it, because he has been cheating for many years. Is the husband the abuser or is he the user? Is the wife the victim of a giver or is she the giver?
As you see, our roles in life will fluctuate and sometimes often will stay the same. No matter what character we are in this play we call life, we must accept our true identity. Hurt as less as possible, obtain as much as we can, seek knowledge daily and receive pleasure as much as possible-simple guidelines to follow, hard for most.
We are all led by our emotions-our genitals, cast out signals to our brains,leading us into the darkness or the light,all uncharted waters. Be careful when sailing, you never know what kind of weather (karma) is going to forecast.
Kisses to you,
~Dream~
Sunday, July 15, 2012
Sunday, June 10, 2012
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*
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*
Monday, May 28, 2012
From The Seductress:Summer Seduction&Fetish
From The Desk of The Seductress:
Moving along...if you have a particular fetish that you are into and your mate isn't...take caution when and if you decide to introduce this information to them...not everyone is open to evvvverything...and some pretend that they are in order to keep their mate happy (which isn't good because your partner will detect even an ounce of your resistance)...those who aren't interested in the whole fetish world...please be sensitive to those who are...if its someone you love...you might lose them or a part of them....I am going to take time to acknowledge some of the most common fetishes.I will list below:
Often I get asked by friends or fans"what can I do to turn him/her on" and "what can I do to enhance the sex"...well,its so many different things one can do to insure a pleasurable sexperience, I will share some ideas here and feel free to research on your own. Feedback is always welcome (atlthickdream@gmail.com).
There are certain foods that enhance the arousal in the human body (chocolate/caffeine,nuts,grapefruit-other citrus fruits,cinnamon,vanilla)...the aphrodisiac can vary in the individual(especially if they are into a fetish). Also,online you can purchase natural pheromones to attract someone to you(I would recommend checking local shoppes that carry natural products such as herbs,ointments,etc.)..I am big on pheromones&aphrodisiacs.
However, I am here to tell you that the seduction starts in the mind first before anything else. I am big on presentation and role play...the big picture is important...kinda like a kid receiving a present...how would you like a gift given to you that was wrapped in old newspaper from the fish market...and it had holes in it...I think not. Present yourself to your mate as much desirable as possible-------&always..always..always try to do this..it helps to keep your sex life poppin.I know that there is nothing like rolling over to your partner in the middle of the night and just going at it...I know,so during those times I will make an exception. But-many times our sexual encounters are planned...whether its meeting up with an old friend (with whom you have sex with) or you are going out for a night on the town (many of us know if we are going to get laid/give it up or not that night, there are few who hope&pray prior to leaving home that they get some,lol)...OKAY...NOW,when we go out..we dress up and put on our smell goods too right? Alrighty then, the same goes for when you are at home with your partner...do the exact same thing...try not to ever let yourself go (AKA-decreasing your:personal hygiene,grooming or whole well being)for too long...keep the sex spectacular(try different positions&locations)..and never assume that the loving is good all the time...when you are having sex with someone over a period of time...every single time can't always be good..all the time? That is rare...UNLESS, you are doing what I have written above. Keeping yourself in check&keeping it poppin. If you have tried these things and nothing has worked for you then it could be that you're just completely turned off by that person,and dear nothing is going to help you but some prayer and a great imagination. Now before you completely throw the towel in here are some tips to keep it sexy this summer:
Summertime Sexy:
Ladies-Keep your hair done and nails done,if you cannot afford to hit the nail spa every two weeks,DIY(do it yourself)! Make sure you are keeping your hair hydrated and clean to minimize breakage from the summer heat. Drink plenty of water to keep your insides healthy and your skin happy. Lastly,mix and match last years pieces with new accessories. Do not be afraid to try to bright colors and trendy styles. Incorporate your lover into wardrobe decision making,bring him along or flick a dressing room pic,if its hot,he'll share,if he's silent more than likely keep it on the rack.
Gentlemen-Keep it tight from head to toe women notice everything! Stay on schedule with your barber. And its okay to look nice,especially for yourself and your lady(I promise you will not lose cool points with the fellas if you do so). Do not forget to tighten up on your hygiene as the heat increases - keep your breath and balls fresh, yes-your sweaty salty balls,lol!! When shopping for new summer looks, be careful you do not want to over do it. You do not want to look too "busy" with loud patterns. Ask your honey if you are not sure what looks nice on you, and if shopping is not your thing-hand over the card or the cash to her,and see what she brings back.
For both sexes-Change around your bedroom,do some much needed cleaning,get rid of something they may have been pressing you to give away, do something ultra kinky together,make sure you get out and get it popping,get out of the routine,so no go on the BLAH!! Stay active and have fun-you only live once (YOLO)!
Moving along...if you have a particular fetish that you are into and your mate isn't...take caution when and if you decide to introduce this information to them...not everyone is open to evvvverything...and some pretend that they are in order to keep their mate happy (which isn't good because your partner will detect even an ounce of your resistance)...those who aren't interested in the whole fetish world...please be sensitive to those who are...if its someone you love...you might lose them or a part of them....I am going to take time to acknowledge some of the most common fetishes.I will list below:
1.BDSM-Bondange,dominating,submission,sadism&masochism (This can be serious and fun but not everyone can handle this.) A Dom-the head or leader in the relationship. The Sub-the submissive person in the relationship. A female Dom can be called a Mistress,Goddess,etc. A male Dom can be called a Master,Leader,Owner,Daddy,etc. The sub can be nicknamed a slave,pet,boy,or some odd title that's suppose to humiliate the sub.
2. Foot/feet fetish-(A personal favorite) I have openly admitted that I love feet! And I am not ashamed to say it.
3. Tickle fetish-research that one on your own..lol!
4. Bite fetish"odaxelagnia"-either you are the biter or the bitee...and yes, there has to be tactic used when doing this one.
5. Material or item fetish(what I call a Tangible Fetish)-fixation on a certain item,fabric,a particular size of a person or certain body parts(leather fetish,thigh fetish,big woman fetish,shoe fetish,big butt fetish).
Hope everyone is very aroused with today's topic...be blessed because you are loved.~Dream~
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Monday, April 30, 2012
"Dream of Intimacy Show"How To Keep Your Man Happy
How To Keep Your Man Happy
The Conclusion...
Thursday, April 19, 2012
Spankin That Irish Ass_RatedR_Clip
Dear Diary:
On this day I had fun giving a good spanking to this little pink piggy. Making this by far, the best St.Patrick's Day ever! I had to feed the darkness.
Hisses and grins,
The Dirty Diva~Dream~
Thick Dream Productions 2012
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On this day I had fun giving a good spanking to this little pink piggy. Making this by far, the best St.Patrick's Day ever! I had to feed the darkness.
Hisses and grins,
The Dirty Diva~Dream~
All Rights Reserved
msatlantathickdream.com
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