Dear Diary Jan13_Letting Love Flow

Dear Diary:

It is a frosty morning, the curtains are open, I am sitting in front of the window with my wonderfully warm cup of chai tea. It is a beautiful thing to see another sunrise, and waking up with no regrets. Because I am learning to allow things to flow, and live life as tomorrow may never come. Each sunset I make sure that I give thanks for a productive, and sometimes hectic day. When I rise the next day, I do the same thing...be grateful for another chance to recreate..redesign...my life.

It’s something about love, this unshakable emotion that has me engulfed with forgiveness and ceaseless passion. When I truly pay attention to it, the emotion grows my mind, and I become an even more sophisticated being. I’ve learned enough about it, that in order for love to remain,you must always find a reason to keep falling.

At times, when the darkness of anger comes upon me I have to let it run through me, for if I fight the darkness it’ll make things unfathomable. It took me some time to learn that about good and bad emotions. You must allow them both to flow through you in order to be balanced...and in order to truly understand yourself...you must know why and what fuels each part of you.

He’s upstairs sleeping...snoring like a Papa Bear. He put in good work, on the job and with me (haha). I slept so well, that when I woke up I still had a smile on my face (yes indeed). Sex first thing, on a cold morning is the best thing. I just got goosebumps, the aftereffect of our passion. He was so deep inside of me, that I know that I left a few scratch marks on his back. The deeper he went, my pussy kept releasing and squeezing on his dick. I was so sloppy wet, the noises that my pussy made, had him moaning so loud...his dick got even harder and my movements were like a sacred dance. My nipples are hard, as I type this. AND my pussy has begun to jump, she is contracting...wanting some more I assume. I won’t wake him, he needs his rest...I won’t pounce on him (this time).

Things have been very well with us, and he is in full agreement that we do need to pull away from the lifestyle. Ever since we had that discussion, I have been super hot and horny for him! He’s been very attentive to my needs lately, it feels like when we first met. We are back in the “honeymoon” phase. All of the resentment and other negative elements that were clouding our love life has diminished. The love has gotten sweeter.

Last week, I went in to pay the utilities, and each office I visited, the clerk said that the account had no balance owed. Wow! He paid all of the bills off, and the mortgage is a month ahead. All I could do was look to the sky, and say “thank you”. Then I picked up the phone to call him to say the same thing. See, it was not too long ago that he wouldn’t bother to pay until I mentioned it. Or I would neglect paying the bills being too busy pissed about something or busy with my “outside dealings” to care about what went on in my own household. Yes, we were both a hot ass mess.

This period of us feels good, I’ve taken the password off my phone and he no longer takes calls outside in his car. There are no worries of “outsiders” interrupting our good harmony.

Last week, I visited the precinct and I saw one of his former interoffice flings. She had the audacity to give me the eye. I pretended as if I didn’t see her. I was so unmoved by her presence. Nonetheless, before I left him we exchanged our usual kiss but I put a little bit more umph into it. I slipped him some tongue, and “discreetly” brushed my hand against his crotch. I noticed she was watching out of the corner of her eye, so I gave her something to see...us exchanging some soap opera style lip service.  Oh she was bothered. I overheard her say to another officer “did they put out that PDA, I mean APB out for that missing elderly guy”. I am sure she was being sarcastic, but once again...I was not moved by her. It is funny how traditional women react, to an unconventional woman who has been generous with her love. Yes, she is ungrateful. She got to experience love with him.  I am sure she is one of many who are upset that he didn’t abandon the lifestyle to be solely with them. Sorry ladies.

What the women do not know, it is an arousal, for me to have a mate who is highly sought after. My pussy is wet thinking about him at work, possibly exchanging a glance with a curious co-worker. Yes, I heard rumors about my guys“rep” around the office...both good&bad things are said about him (so I am told)...but it never stops the subordinates from throwing themselves at him. I’m so glad that he’s learning from mistakes. He is finally taking his position of authority serious. He had some hard lessons to learn, he now knows that office pussy will keep drama in your life.

I must run now, he’s at the top of the stairs asking me to bring him up some breakfast. I gotta stop anyway, I have to get ready to leave. 
I’m heading to Belize for work related business. I leave on Friday. I have this magic number in my head, of how many orgasms I must get before then too. (((Smiling))) We can start with position “69”. I want to suck his soul dry before I take this 4 hour flight on Friday.

Kisses to you,

~Dream~©2016 Thick Dream Productions/Ms.Atlanta Thick~Dream~

Dear Diary Things Are Changing Jan11_2016

Dear Diary:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

DearDiary_IDKBoutSarg

Dear Diary:

A lot has happened since I last took the time to share with you the dramatic events of my life. He moved out,the last time I wrote a post. I was very upset, even though it was not a surprise to me that he picked up and left the way he did. I had a lot of thinking to do and a lot of decisions to be made. I wanted to be angry with him, I wanted to go after him, and I wanted to know who he was with. If you notice,I am not saying that I wanted him back...hell no,not after he left. He left what seemed like a good loving home,that we built together.

I did not want to chase after him because I did not have it in me to do that. Why?? What for, chase something that does not want to be mine any longer. Chase a man who could not be faithful to me..why would I do such a thing.  That is the biggest mistake women make, chase after a man that they know won't CHANGE for them. Fuck changing a man, what about simply letting go of your unhealthy ways, and embracing a more loving you. Those women chase the man based on their own insecurity. Those women fear being alone, I do not fear loneliness. What I do fear is being cheated on repeatedly. What I do fear is HIV/AIDS and God knows what else is out there besides freaking syphilis and that damned Ebola.

Our wedding engagement was cancelled before we could even hire a wedding planner. I'm shocked that he allowed me to keep the ring,hell,I was surprised that he has been so kind to me throughout all of this turmoil. Oh but, there is a reason why Mista is being the "Nice Guy", see all the time that he has been away from our household...he has been playing house with another...and she is expecting his child...yup-My(ex)Huny is having a baby with the woman he left home for. WOW!! When I found out,I almost fell to the floor,HIM having a baby on the way..the man who feared being a Father. The man who threatened me not to get pregnant in our earlier stages because he feared it would "ruin our careers". He once played with me while drinking and having rough sex.."I'm about to bust a nutt in that sweet pussy of yours"he announced. "Nooo,wait baby-make sure you pull out,I am ovulating...pull out baby please"I tell him. "UUUUUghhh,too fuckin late,I just came all up in your fertile pussy...and you better not get pregnant"he said. "You motherfucker"I replied, and jumped up,to rush off to the bathroom to pee out his cum. While I'm pissing in the bathroom,he begins to crack jokes, changing his voice to sound like Ike Turner. "Anna May..you better not get pregnant...or..or..or,Imma kill yo ass,Anna May,you hear me"he said. I looked around in the bathroom like a parrot,head turning,while I am still sitting on the toilet...I know he is NOT talking to me,I thought to myself. So, I just sat there, quiet as a mouse,pretending not to hear a word he was saying. I know every bit of 20 minutes passed before he got up to see if I was alright or had I fell asleep on the toilet. He creeps into the bathroom,peeps in the toilet area..."honey,you ok....you know I was just playing with you". I blinked a few times,gave him a blank expression,paused before I spoke...flushed the toilet and stood up to get eye-to-eye with him. "You do NOT EVER PLAY WITH ME LIKE THAT EVER AGAIN...DO YOU HEAR ME"I yelled, and poked my finger in his chest, then shoved him with my shoulder to get him out of my way.
And it was from that day forward,I knew that I was not going to have any children by his crazy ass....not until he matured. Even though,the thought of having a baby did enter my mind over the years. I would always revisit that day when he threatened me "playing" Ike Turner. My pregnant fantasy would quickly vanish. Which is why over the years, I made sure that I did not get myself pregnant.

After Mr.Man moved out, I spent a lot of time working, and traveling doing things I was afraid to do alone. I even took a few classes at the community arts&recreation center. I make sure that I am at a Zumba class on Wednesday nights, and I regularly attend a Zen yoga class.
At first when we separated my relationship with Sarge grew closer, and we were actually living together for a few months. I really enjoyed the closeness;however, I realized that I needed time for me...to heal. I had to heal my wounds from my relationship with Mr.Man so I can be a better partner for Sarge. Plus, I did not want to deal with Sarges' insecurities along with what I had to deal with emotionally...at the time,it was just too much to handle. Sarge has been married multiple times before, he has children, and grandchildren, and he has been cheated on, and he has been the cheater. So, he has some experience in life, and he also has some emotional baggage of his own,some that I am willing to deal with and other's I can't deal with while I am undergoing a life crisis of my own. He is an excellent guy overall,but at times I cannot help but think that he see me as a thing to possess, not an actual human being.
I've been trying to get Sarge to fuck me/make love to me like Mr.Man does, and it just does not happen the way HE does it. I mean, the sex is satisfying...its just too "soft" at times. I like the diversity of lovemaking...not the type that's always pump pump pump swirl swirl swirl,out and in,in and out..then you're done! Oh my goodness,that is so dry and boring..and who wants that kind of sex for the rest of their life. No wonder his last relationships did not work (I've said to myself after having sex with him many times). I believe Sarge likes to blame the fact that he's been in a uniform all of his life, his reason why his sex and outlook on intimacy is the way it is,possibly...but it can be adjusted..if HE wanted it to be. Sarge is former military and presently active in law enforcement and community politics...men in those positions are some of the BIGGEST freaks I know, therefore that is a big excuse he holds onto. Ha,I think he is just lazy and complacent. The way those co-workers of his eyeball me when I visit him for lunch or the stories they've shared with him about their loose swinger wives/girlfriends. Men in law enforcement, men in the military, men in powerful positions stay horny and super frisky. Sarge ass has decided to take the slow road when it comes to sex/fucking. When I attempt to remind him how he use to sex me multiple times in one night, he acts as if he has amnesia or something. That does nothing, but frustrate me even more. He has me thinking that he suffers from mild Alzheimers the way he forgets things at times...or he could have "selective memory"as my Mother taught me, that most men do suffering from,along with their selective hearing.
Now I did take myself to some group therapy classes, to see if it was something terribly wrong with me. I had to find out why I was having these feelings about our intimacy. I found out that I am a little bit of the blame, and he's the rest of the blame. Because since I am use to receiving sex on a much higher level, its like I've slowed down for Sarge, hence why I am feeling insatiable. I'm pleased with the sex;however, more time has to be put into it, to fulfill me totally. He figures if he slows down,let me(us)savor the moment,prolong the orgasm,that is what I need. That is incorrect. He also thinks too much while having sex, which at times will lead to him preejaculating and or loosing his erection during intercourse. Who knows what he's thinking of while stroking my pussy, but he needs to cut it out and focus on the energy and pleasing me.
I have been very patient with him because I truly love him. It's just frustrating when I try to talk to him about it, and he kinda sorta ignores it as if there's no issue with our intimacy. He figures if I am coming, and so is he, what in the hell is the problem. Well, the problem is that he can't do it harder or longer like he use to do when we first met. I know he can make love to me without needing medicine. He is being stubborn, he uses work as an excuse to why he can't stay the night now, and why we can't have sex and a date night, it now has to be either or...rarely both. He and I have not shared the same bed in a while now. 
I want to blame me living an alternative lifestyle with Mr.Man for  so long,why my sexual appetite is so high. I'm beginning to believe that I am too much for Sarge now, and he's realizing it, and I feel him now pulling back. I miss the serious,funny,sensual,intellectual, kinky time we have....the spiritual lovemaking that we've had...I miss it tremendously.
Nonetheless,I give him his space. I keep myself busy with work projects, my fitness, and redecorating my house. There are times I want to attend a poly meet up(a polyamory cocktail party or a swinger party-not sex based) with mutual friends,even though I know I'm not ready to be questioned on what happened with Mr.Man and I. I know that I would run into him at one because my friend in the lifestyle made a special call to me last month, to let me know she saw him mingling among the crowd (without the pregnant girlfriend).  There has been Friday nights where I've gotten dressed in my curve complimenting attire and killer heels,pushed the ignition to my ride...lifted the garage door,all dressed for a night on the town....only to come back home....with a green tea I grabbed from the corner gas station. I had every intention to go to a party or some damned where, but my mind would not allow me.  Once I played the attire evening out in my mind,hahaha!! I thought about how I would be looking so good, only to make Mr.Man feel some way to where he wanted me back. I would be looking very enticing, and appearing so happy that I would not his presence in the room. The night would go on, with him looking at me, and me not notice him watching me. And as the evening ends,whatever guy I was with, would walk me to my car, and ask if he could call me later...and as I exchange numbers with the guy Mr.Man comes out of the darkness to interrupt our conversation. He says something smartass to intimidate the guy, the guy leaves without giving me his number...and Mr.Man compliments me on how "happy" and more attractive I looked. I say nothing, I look him up and down, just feeling out the bullshit he was saying. He winds up sweet talking my panties off...well,he winds up getting back in my pussy because I don't wear panties anymore. We actually have sex, right there in the poly meet up venue parking lot...while others watched! He enjoyed that more than the pussy, I believe, because remember he is such a fucking show off.  It was that little scenario what played in my mind over and over. That prevented me from attending an outing among our friends.
Yes,right now I feel like I am playing myself by not being a true poly woman. I know I could easily get the sex, love, and intimacy I desire,but how many motherfuckers would I have to fuck with,in order to achieve that,I keep thinking. And would I ever get it in one area like I did with Mr.Man,I can't help but wonder(Mr.Man had the "magic stick"-a true Daddy Good Dick...such a fucker).
I don't know if I have patience to do the whole "weed and feed" process with guy's these day's. You feed those who you want to entertain/be with and you weed out those who you don't want...yes,a process indeed.
Sarge, is not a bad guy, like I've always said. He's very intelligent (I think he was a nerd coming up). He has more college degrees than I can name. He just recently received an honorary civil servant award from the Mayor's office.  He makes six figures a year, and he's well respected in the community. Next month, the children's hospital is naming a wing after him,for the time he's spent playing Santa or the Easter bunny. He's been donating his time, and some money to the children's hospital for over a decade. I remember us falling asleep once wrapping books, coloring books, and crayons for the kids at the hospital. Those kids mean a lot to him. 
Sarge,means a lot to me....he has a very good heart. Plus,he has a pretty thick dick, and I must mention a fierce sexy tongue.  Whatever he does with his cock, he can duplicate with his oral sex skills. I adore sucking him and I would lick him in any place of his body, without 2nd guessing. He treats me with the utmost respect, he has never cursed at me, or put his hands on me...and I know there was times, I could have pushed him to that point...with my wicked mouth. Something about Sarge, that warrants my love, it keeps me near him, and elicits patience. We have that "executive" love because he is such a corporate type...a disciplined dude, seasoned...mature....stubborn in his own way, yet he can handle my bratty, demanding and super seductive side. His freak level is equal to mine, its just he needs confidence coaching at times, and I know as you age performance anxiety has a lot to do with why things occur sexually. I hope he figures that out on his own,since he won't listen to me anymore. Most sensational women wouldn't be bothered with what I undergo at times,that's because they don't mind the whole "weed and feed" process. I've not matured to that level, just yet.
The only thing I can do, is work on my life, and grow as a woman. And if extending my love to him is in the plan for the day, then so be it. I have to remember the man he was when we first met, and how he use to be with me....and the energy that still resides between us...allow that to satisfy me. And who knows,maybe the feeling that I'm thinking of may just come to life again in him too...and the sex and intimacy will be restored to what it once was.
I must run now,I'm curling my hair,getting ready for Sarge and I evening out. He's taking me for a ride in his brand new car. I bought this new dress,I hope that he likes. I'm not wearing anything but a bra underneath, I have to allow my ass cheeks and pussy juices bless his new leather seats. My nipples are hard as Michelin rubber, thinking of his thick dick coming (while he's steady fucking me) as it slips out of my juicy pussy. Yes,he does precum(&) or preejaculate,something he thinks I do not like, but I do LOVE it! I love to see his hard cock pour hot cum,then to watch him put it back in...his face red...and my body humming from the mutual chemistry. Oh my,I'm feeling the need to rub my clit before he arrives,oh my.
Until next time,
~Dream~

Dear Diary June29_2014

Dear Diary:

Hooray,summer has finally arrived, and I am so glad that Spring is gone, all of the pollen was killing my sinuses. I think I barely came outside in fear I would get stung by bees or I would inhale too much of the toxic yellow dust.
I am up late unpacking my bags, I just returned from a business trip with a new company that I am doing marketing for. I poured a small glass of wine to read a an unopened envelope addressed to me. He left it for me on the counter,next to his set of keys. Oh boy ( I released a big sigh). I do not want to open it,but something inside of me told me to just open the damn thing. I walked around the envelope for about 30 minutes, to let the wine kick in...then I opened it..fuck it...I ripped it open to read:


Dear Bae:
You will always be a part of my life
I am sorry that things could not work out for us
I've found an apartment near the city 
I paid the bills as usual,I closed the account that we used to pay the bills, and here is a money order for the amount you put in it
Good luck with your upcoming projects
Love,
Me.

Wow,so just like that...he is gone. I mean, I am not surprised because he has not been home in so long. He would come after I have left, we would just miss each other. I thought it was intentional. After reading the letter,yes the hell it was VERY intentional. He probably was watching the house, to see when I left out because his coward ass could not face me. WOW!!!

When he came home from this last assignment, something about him was different.  I could not shake what it was, and I did not try to find out. I am tired, and it was time that he and I parted ways. Nothing healthy was coming from us being together. 

Let me gather my thoughts,and check around the house to see if he took anything that he wasn't suppose to. I cannot write right now,I must pour another glass of wine.
Bye for now.
~Dream~

Dear Diary_HisSexyAuthorityArousesMe

Dear Diary:

I know it has been what seems like forever since I composed in you. I was sitting with my legs crossed sipping on a glass of Trader Joe’s Pinot Noir,doing absolutely nothing special when I realized how overdue I am to update you. Please forgive me for not taking the time to spend with you. I've been busy preparing for upcoming seminars and I've been working out a lot getting this body ready for the summer.

I have picked up new hobbies,productive interest and extra work to keep me busy because he was given an assignment that took him out of the country for six months. So, I have been in this big house by myself (but not really,ha).

Tonight I'm resting from having a freaky yet sensual evening with Sarge. He stopped by after his shift today. I tried to stop by the market before he arrived, but when he called he was a few minutes away so I had ran out of time. I wanted to surprise him with a nice home cooked meal by me, which is a rarity that I get a chance to cook for him because of the hours he works now.

When I pulled into the subdivision I saw his car parked in front of my mailbox. I’m not sure how long he was waiting on me,I thought he would be fussing at me for not being home. Surprisingly, he was not upset, I was shocked. I guess he was just happy to see me. It was nice to see him again.

His light eyes always draw me in to where I lose my focus when I'm speaking to him. We greeted each other with our usual kiss and hug,and he gave my ass a firm smack as I walked in front of him. I jumped and giggled then asked “wow,what was that for”. His reply,”you’ve have been a bad little girl,keeping this soft ass from me”. I said in a sarcastic tone,”no way,not me,you know where I live,and you know when this ass is available..so YOUR fault”.

I threw together a couple of sandwiches,sliced a green apple,and that was our dinner. When “dinner” was over, he massaged my feet while we watched his favorite movie “Major Payne”. There was no sex or foreplay during the movie,only laughing and my sensual foot rub. I wanted to stop him after 20 minutes of the foot rub, to see if he would try to make a move, but I forgot how he gets during his “favorite movie”. He’s like a kid, glued to the T.V. set.

I respected his movie time, but soon as the credits started rolling it was sexy time...haha. Since we were still on the lower level of the house, I didn't want to run upstairs to grab my baby oil, so I slid into the kitchen and grabbed the olive oil. I put olive oil on my tits,ass,and thighs.

Sarge was naked with his back turned, reading something on his Ipad. I tiptoed in the room, and put my fingernails into his waist then ran them up his back. He flinched then got goosebumps along with a massive erection. My reaction,I stood in front of it and bent my behind over to show off my glossy body. Within moments he had his dick deep in me,fucking me from the back. I had one leg in the chair and the other on the T.V. table. It felt like I was doing a split, with my juicy legs parted West and East at the same time. My face was turned slightly, so I could see Sarge facial expressions while he tackling my big ole booty. His face went from super serious with an occasional smile. Sarge is older than myself;however, his youthful self came out when he was in my pussy. He looked like he was shooting 3 pointers from the free throw line. And every time I squeezed my pussy on his dick, that serious face came back...haha. That’s my sneak move, to put my snapper on him because I want to feel the thick head of his penis get even larger and pulse against my walls.

He had my pussy so wet,that it was farting. I think it was because he put his finger in my asshole while he was fucking me from behind. I couldn’t talk sexy to him like I usually do, it was just too good. All I could do was pant,moan and say “ahh...ahhh… ahhhhhhaaa”. He was giving it to me good. The only thing that was missing, him pulling my hair from the back, and spanking my ass telling me how “bad” of a girl I’ve been.

I had to switch positions with him,I felt like he was going to cum and I was not ready to be done. I made me sit down on my leather armless “therapy” chaise lounge chair. I then straddled my plump thighs across him. Sucking on his tongue,our eye’s locked, my booty dropped into his lap. I began to ride the Sergeant rodeo. Oh my goodness, I love how wet my pussy gets when I ride him, she just spits and squirts my nectar all over him. He’s always soaked from his ass crack up to his navel when the ride is over. It has to be the passion between us that makes me so profusely moist when we are having sex. Although we do not see each other every day,the time we spend feels as if we paused time, and start where we left off...and it’s better each time we fuck.

I truly love Sarge, and without a doubt I know he loves me. If I had my way, I would spend the rest of my life with him. He’s full of knowledge and goal oriented, that is such a turn on to me. His sense of humor is ridiculous. No one gets to see the side of him that I do, an even more of a arousal for me. I get a kick out of sneaking up to the precinct, to see him in “action’. Once I overheard him speaking to a subordinate,his supercilious voice intimidated me. I promise you that I had to go wipe my dripping pussy before I left out. Everything that represents authoritative when it comes to Sarge has me in awe. I know kind of crazy, most fear a person who has a tight face that gives off no emotion.  Not I because you know what….the eye’s don’t lie. I know that he wants me to discontinue my relationship with my Huny. From the things that he has said to the things that he has done, like sending my fiance’ away on assignment for half a year.  Sarge knew that my Huny and I were planning our wedding, but everything had to stop when this “unexpected” top secret job assignment came up.

Fuck, I’m having a blissful moment right now. I am not in my right mind. Sarge has his flaws, and its the main reason why I stayed away. His jealous and controlling side was showing even when he wouldn’t have time to see me, he would keep my Huny on the worse cases. Those cases had my man up at night pacing the floor, there were times I had to hold him like a child in order for him to go to sleep. My baby was born to be an officer, but he has a weak spot in his heart for the kiddies. All of his cases with crimes against kids, he takes to heart. And I believe that Sarge knows that about him, so yes, he does the shit on purpose.  Also, Sarge has called him to do personal security for celebs and rich folk on important holidays,hell even one of my birthdays he arranged for him to work so that he could take me out instead of my man.

Yeah, Sarge can be a motherfucker. I thought he was a family man, I was wrong. All of his children are grown, he rarely spends time with them. He’s a chronic workaholic, his wife passed away over 10 years ago, now he is married to the shield.

I have to think very long and hard, if I had the option of being with him instead of my Huny. We are a very active couple, we travel, we have common friends, and we are very sexually active. Sarge loves sex just as much as we do;however,he can go without it longer than I've ever went, and that’s the part I dislike. My fear is that he and I settle down together and he becomes this romantic fucking machine the first year. Then after that he cuts back on the intimacy, to focus more on work….then what I am left to do?! Going back to my Huny for dick, but the tables would turned,I’d be cheating on Sarge with my ex fiance’.

Oh brother, let me finish my glass of wine. My mind is a circus. I may need to keep my good tight,wet pussy and fire blowjobs to myself until my Huny returns. The more time I spend with Sarge the worse things will be, and ultimately I will have a decision to make.

He’s very attentive to my needs when we are together. In addition to,the sex being so damn good to me. And the fact he has power over many, and I have dominion over his heart and mature mind fascinates me.

My wine has my dozing off while typing.Til next time.

Yours truly,

~Dream~

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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~

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 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~