The Open Farewell Letter

Dear Bae:

I want to thank you for inspiring me to be the best that I can possibly be. I know that at times we did not agree on the format nor the content,especially the ways I present my content. Nonetheless,you kept me motivated. It was the times you suggested that I "do other things" that drove me to do bigger and better. I know that was your way of driving me to accomplish my goals. Even though you were not hands-on with my work, you helped me make choices that I struggled with.  I appreciate it greatly.
The times we've had over the years were not always the greatest,but the outstanding sex and passion we have made up for it. The "toxic" part of our love we've had for each other has fueled a lot of episodes of emotions and angry sex. 
It was more than the sex that kept me in love with you. It was the way you were so protective of me,that kept me near. Simply because you came in my life during a time where I needed that. 
You showed me that you could enjoy me without asking for a thing. You always kept your word on that, you never asked to borrow money and you never asked me to put gas in your car. Again, I thank you for that as well, had you asked me to do anything I would have gladly done so. 
I will miss how you pick on me, I will miss how you hide your emotions during sex (I was so aroused looking into your serious eye's,I saw so much in you),I will miss bragging on you to my friends/family, and I'll miss sharing private things with you because I love the fact you truly understand me. 
I didn't believe at first that you were leaving,since you've said this in the past. I see this time,its true you'll be departing and reality has sunk in for me. I wish I could pick one moment over another to say it was the most remarkable,but I can't. 
I want to stop comparing every man I meet to you. I know that I will never find a man like you. 
As I visit memory lane, I think about how you've changed me and help mold me into the woman that I am today. You taught me things about the (dating) game that I'll take with me forever, and you've shown me how to love without expectations. I want to think that this is only a joke of yours to get another rise out of me,but I know that it is not.
And yes,this bond, this attachment we have was never suppose to be,but it was and it still remains..despite the situations between us,despite the lies that were told and the pain that was caused. I know that you've had others during and after me,I forgive you for never being honest about that part of you. And forgive me for hacking your phone the way I did, all I wanted was the truth and that I got. 
Lastly, I apologize for not choosing someone more to your liking. No,he is nothing like you, and no he could never fuck me nor love me like you do. 
In my mind, you are the husband that I never had and each time we had sex it was our honeymoon. My bedroom was our bed,our sacred place where magic happened. We kept it new and exciting, and when you weren't in my presence I had no problem keeping the pussy on ice until you came back to it. The scent of you and my cum filled sore pussy you left behind, I had no reason to stray...you provided all of my sexual needs.
Bae,I know that you battle certain issues with your life and your emotions from the things that you have endured with your job and your home life. I am sure it has been good and very tough at times.  Whatever it is,please push through it and live your life to the fullest because I see what you see in me, which is a strong individual with so much potential to be greater and a blessing to those you encounter. 
As I try to stitch this part of my heart that you reopened,the tears are beginning to fall again. You are the only man that I can hate,love,and miss in the same damn breath. Maybe it's the affects of our"toxic"love affair...I can't help but think about the time I licked your asshole while jerking you off, something I've never done to another man..and the time you cum on my toes...the times the powerful level of our passion brought me to tears during sex...and the times you would anticipate seeing me when you came back from vacation....and the times we would tease each other after or during your shift,but it didn't lead to sex and we were both cool with it. Mr.Good Big Dick and Mrs.Good Tight Wet Pussy-a sexy ultra kinky combo. 
Alright my Honey,I will wipe my face now. I'm into my feelings simultaneously sad and horny-thinking of how deep you were in my pussy the last time we had sex...the way my muscles were squeezing on your cock was magnificent. I'm pleased my pussy was able to show you that she still has a thing for you. 
I know that I will see you again, this is just another phase in both of our lives...growth and progression. Which is why I did not hug or kiss you goodbye because I know that I will see you again. 
I'm glad that my good pussy is not the only thing that left an imprint on your mind. Please know that your big pretty 11 inch dick isn't the only thing I'm thinking about when I begin to miss you. Confession...it was the way you behaved like a little boy smitten when you were around me....that is what got me-sprung on you...(mutually)addicted to you...loving you...from the time your Granny died and you allowed me to nurture you,while you were on your knees between my legs and I was rubbing your sexy bald head to how we would kiss like we were man&wife before you walked out the door..that smile you gave when you looked back-priceless,and it sealed my heart.

Be safe Bae in your travels. 
Love Always,
Your city "Country" Girl~Dream~

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The Complacent Partner-Why Isn't She Kinky Enough

During the course of my life as a Web Diva, I have had many men open up to me about their sex life.  The majority of the topics have been the same-why isn’t she kinky enough in bed.

Here are some contributing factors why some women are not as freaky/kinky sexually:

*Her “freak level” may not be as high as yours. Some women are fine with the basic sexual positions. They do not require a three ring circus to achieve orgasm, they’re just simple when it comes to their pleasure.

*She may not be open to explore certain sexual acts such as fellatio or anal sex due to cultural beliefs and the stigmatisms that come along with it. Unfortunately, there are some people in the United States within certain ethnic groups, who frown upon women who perform oral sex and or receive anal sex. It is not considered the norm, and those who participate in such activities are classified as “nasty” or a whore.

*She may have had a bad experience when “new things” were presented to her sexually,such as a torn anus (from improper or zero prep of the anus).

*Some women are survivors of sexual abuse, and sex to them is for procreation and occasionally satisfying their mate. As a victim,she’s less likely to tap into a deeper form of pleasure.

*Men and women sex “cycles” are not the same. The male maybe in a period where he wants to receive oral sex versus engaging in intercourse. The female could be satisfied with just having sex and getting her toes sucked.

*Age does play a role also, sometimes when one partner is older there’s a generation gap to be considered. If she is older, menopause could be the issue. Or, she has her mindset on how sexuality is supposed to be, and is unwilling to change.  

I encourage you to talk about it, ask questions in a very tactful manner. In order to receive sex on the level you so desire, there must be communication and some compromise. ©2013 Thick Dream Productions/Ms.Atlanta Thick~Dream~

The Complacent Sex Partner

The complacent Sex Partner

"Complacency"
If you are a person who uses sex as a device in the relationship, please take the time to consider these things:
Sex/Intimacy should never be used as a reward
If there is something wrong in the relationship,speak up,communicate to your partner what’s wrong.
The person who is being sexually deprived may not stress to you that they are bothered by the decline in intercourse,but its definitely an issue-UNLESS….they are getting their needs met elsewhere….Example: He/She may not have established a new lover,however, most will contemplate or have one “in the wings”…everyone has that person(s) that they can call who they can “hook up” with (no strings attached=NSA)…that void will get filled…there are plenty of “clean up women” and “dick on wheels” eager to please your mate.
He/She may love you,and it may appear they still have your back,but in this day in time,sexually active people see withholding sex (intimacy=quality time) as a slap in the face.
So, if you are not in the selfish category (out doing your thing,but not taking care of your partner) then you need to relay that to your mate because what you are not doing,someone is doing it or plotted to do so. 
And if you are out doing your thing, and are NOT having sex or spending time with your partner, don’t ever think that person is oblivious..they know something is not right.
Furthermore, never assume that your partner is going to accept a decline in something they’re use to having which is YOU…your time,and your sex. Just because you have history (time invested) doesn’t make it acceptable.
Lastly, no one is exempt from this simply because at times we get caught up in our daily lives,selfish ways, and we forget that we have a responsibility to nurture that special person who has been by our side.©2013 Thick Dream Productions/Ms.Atlanta Thick~Dream~

Dear Diary_Dream The Cop Magnet

Dear Diary:

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

Dear Diary A Tale of Two Cheats

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

Dear Diary Xperiences_June10_2012

Dear Diary:


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

From The Seductress:Summer Seduction&Fetish

From The Desk of The Seductress:

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~

Thick Dream Productions,LLC.

msatlantathickdream.com

Dear Diary_March25

Dear Diary:
Up early on a Saturday,not awakened by a knock on my bedroom door. Which is very unusual. What woke me was the pain and spasms in my gut. What a weird feeling, in a deep sleep,awaken by what feels like a demonic possession. 
It started on early Wednesday morning, I fell asleep joyful, I was scheduled to see my Sweetie that day. I wasn't sleep for an hour and I woke up riddled in pain. I had to look down because it felt like I was bleeding. The pain was just that bad. It took me ten minutes to drag myself into my daughters bedroom, with my cellphone in hand I called my Mom first then after her orders, I called an ambulance. 
At the hospital, test were ran, from bloodwork to a CT Scan of my abdomen. They thought it was kidney stones or a bladder infection gone bad, but all my test came back normal. Strange, yet I am still in pain, they could not explain it.
Next day, I visit my GI Dr, I went early, still in hellafied pain. It didn't behoove me to go early, he did not see me til an hour after my scheduled appointment time. 
While waiting, I couldn't help but let my mind wonder, I had idle time to think about the events leading up my sickness. I had started working out doing Zumba class twice a week, started drinking herbal tea&shakes,watching closer at my eating habits, and I took more time to meditate. The only negative thing in my life was the arguing and fussing recently with my Sweetie, and a couple random bitchass niggas who I controlled by cutting them off. My Sweetie,is always around negativity in his profession, and it plays into his life outside of work. I have managed to deal with it(him) over the past months. However, when he starts to lie and make up shit for reasons unknown, that urks me to the highest. Also,I realized its been a month since we have had sex, a lot of tension gets built up when the release between the two isn't there. Yes, I know. He has been slipping, and blaming it on me. LOL,because I continue to do me when he falls short? As a single lady, I am doing the right thing. Only mistake I have made thus far,is allowing him to get into my heart chambers and puffin up his ego. Men in law enforcement already have big heads. I am merely feeding a big beast, the big bad W.o.L.F.  
Dr comes in, feels my tummy, ask a couple questions,and reviews my previous visits. His diagnosis is diverticulitis. He gives me a sketchy explanation of the condition, and sends me to the nurses station to get a pamphlet and a two week follow up appointment. Wow,I feel like I have been hit by a truck,confused and still not understanding what in the hell was wrong with me. I text my Sweetie the diagnosis, he is just as confused as I am. 
Before I could Google the condition, I receive a text message from the pharmacy, Doc had called in my medicines. "Well damn, they do not waste any time"I thought to myself. 
The next person I reached out to was my Mom, she was puzzled because I had just went in July for a colonoscopy. My results were good, just had a couple polyps removed, that were non Cancerous. My Mom hangs up the phone and within minutes calls me back,after she had reported to the rest of the family. Like damn, that was fast...she blurts out"you know your Uncle has that and your Aunt". Okkkk,and what in the hell does that suppose to mean to me?? It did not make me feel any better. I am a mid 30 aged woman, going through some weird shit. 
Before heading home, I went to lunch with that stinking pamphlet in hand, I Googled the shit out of the condition. The key things I gathered from my online research:diverticulitis can be brought on by stress,obesity plays a role in it, not drinking enough water,not enough fiber in the diet, and if severe enough, surgery is needed to remove the diseased portion of the colon. Oh hell no, one-there is no way I am having surgery, two-I know this was brought on by stress and not enough water because I eat enough fiber. Three-me being overweight is a factor too. AND-I do have a thing for carbs. So, my thoughts, take this thing seriously and aggressively so it isn't a reoccurring thing. Because anything that has me in this amount of pain and swelling messes with my whole well being, I cannot function fully, and it affects others lives around me who have to provide care to me.
I stopped at Kroger on the way home, grabbed a 6pack of Ensure, some fruits, oatmeal,a couple gallons of water, Cranberry juice, wheat bread, and some whole wheat pasta for the dinner I planned to throw together for the kiddies before I went on total bedrest(which was medically recommended, til the inflammation subsides).
That was two days ago, today I am beyond cranky and the frustration is almost gone. I was kinda pissed with my Sweetie. Yup, I am sorta kinda still upset with him. Because I made reference to the pain from pregnancy complications and he immediately thinks that I thought I was pregnant. Like what the fuck??!! I referenced pregnancy because the pain from this condition is just as bad as having complications in a pregnancy. That was my only recollection of this kinda pain was pregnancy. The nerve of him to even go there. Ok,yes...I was supposed to see my Gynecologist the day after my GI appointment because nobody knew what the hell was wrong with me,and yes...my DR thought I could have had a cyst that burst. Hell, it felt almost the same, but I am going with my GI Dr diagnosis because around my belly button is so freakin sore. 
My girlfriends have made some brash jokes about their theories on what got me this way. One horrible joke"Ima need you to not swallow Mista nutt anymore,its gotten you sick". Kinda funny, but not really because you know I Googled the shit outa that too,like really...can I get an infection in my colon from swallowing sperm?? LOL....hummmm,and our last encounter was oral sex only. 
Man,I could go for some oral sex,kissing and cuddling=comforting. These dog wet kisses from my toddler are not cutting it. I feel like Shug in The Color Purple,"I needs a mannnn".LOL,shit where is my Miss Ceily...oh yeah,her Grandma died,sigh...she's dealing with that. Dammit,a poor substitute of that squarehead,moley big dick man that I crave. 
Too bad he's so selfish not concerned enough to come see me while I am sick. He's too busy wanting me to get well for all the wrong reasons, get well to be his "device"..that is what I think. I also think he is still pissed that I had another in his spot during a midday rendezvous that he (to me) intentionally missed. Not my fault, I went out of my way for him that day, and nope-I have never had anyone else over during that time of day, that was our allotted time. I went all out too-put my toddler in daycare so we could have the entire place to ourselves. I made: salad, Ribeye steak,and texas toast. I was looking forward to the sex on my balcony and on the ottoman in my living room. None of that happened. Well, there was sex, but not with my Sweetie.  I called up a poor replacement in his absence. We went about three rounds,two on webcam and one in my hallway. The "Filler"guy was a guy who I had been talking to, a potential boyfriend,sigh...the premature sex spoiled that. He and I are not speaking, he was kinda throwed by me texting during sex and snapping pics while we were sexing. I was texting my Sweetie the entire time,filling his fetish of knowing I am being sexed by another and pissing him off because he has never sexed me outside of my bedroom. His lost. His fetish,his high turned into anger(I only did what he liked,so I thought...another set up). We argued 12hrs straight that day. Yeah,and he wants me to believe he was working,yet he had time to fuss with me an entire afternoon til midnight. Such a fucking liar. 
What he doesn't know, I really broke my neck that day to prepare for him. A long time ago,I stopped doing "wifely" things for guys. I almost had an anxiety attack getting my place catalog perfect for him. Yes,I went all out, got my sofa and carpet cleaned, added a few decorative pieces to my dwelling to make it feel more inviting. I had been needing to take my living room back,this was my chance,bringing the sex outside of the bedroom and with the perfect candidate my freaky,impulsive lover. No, he wasn't deserving of it because he stresses me the most, on the contrary, he is the one who is the most consistent and brings a powerful punch when we do interact. 
So far, no one has topped what he does for me. And yes, I have tried others...with and without the sex, their intellect is too fucking dry or too damn goofy. And sex, nowhere near as satisfying. "I could not see myself being monogamous with that,I would so cheat on him",I have caught myself saying after sex. I am almost as satisfied when I occasionally sex a Co Star or a somewhat random guy (he's random because we do not sex or see each other on the regular,but we have known each other close to or over a year). 
This month so far, the most memorable moments of sex were when I almost drowned a guy with my cum. I rode his face and played in my pussy,I have never done that!! Dude had a mouth full of MY cum,hysterically laughing inside, holding in my grin, blushing on the outside. I said,"oh wow,I am sooo sorry hun". He said,"its ok,even though you almost drowned me". Teehee,that was a good orgasm.
I cannot help but think that my sudden illness is a portent. Yes, a sign that I need a complete lifestyle change and a wake up call. I now know that I can be stressed and not know it. I do not want to look like the mother of his children,she has aged drastically from 09-til now. I just want to have fun, be healthy and prosperous. He can keep all that drama over there, and at the office with those criminals. With his suspect ass-I know he's always up to something. Glanced at his pic, he looks like one of those guys that would hide your shit and help you look for it,lol!! His sneaky ass. He went from that pain in the ass to super nice texting"kisses"to me,like who is this guy texting me,and what happen to that squarehead,Mr.CaramelCoated,SweetDick Willie, mother fucker who was just cussing me out last week?!!
I am that good place, that positive energy, just have to plant good "seeds" in me. I do not mind treating him like the only man on Earth or giving him the best blowjob(&pussy) on this planet. He just has to keep the drama down, the lies at bay, and call/text when his ass cannot make it instead of making up stories. 
He's often shared his fears of me leaving him or not dealing with him anymore if I find someone that earns the title of my man/boyfriend. Honestly, that is awhile from now and when I do, I am sure our time will have well ran out. Because knowing the man I am presently in love with,he is not going to settle being second. Hell, he doesn't like my fans. Even though, he met the persona before meeting the Mommy on the street. 
I am off now, to indulge in boring activities of this bedrest Saturday. I will try to keep my mind off idle, its horrible the thoughts that I have. My theories get the best of me at times.
Kisses to you,
~Dream~

You truly love your mate when...

1.  You use the same toothbrush or towel.

2.  You don't mind seeing their crusty dusty drawls (under pants) on the floor and you politely pick them up and place them in the hamper.

3.  You are comfortable enough to pass gas around them...even during or after sex!

4.  You can do #2  in the same house as them.

5.  You have him or her bring you toilet tissue when your doing your business in the bathroom.

6.  You (for the men) find yourself in the feminine hygiene aisle at 2 am buying Kotex super absorbent maxipads or tampons.

7.  You make excuses for their bad habits.

8.  You know they don't have good credit.

9.  You pick their nose for them...even in public.

10. You clip their toenails...willingly.

11. You kiss them before they even had their morning toothbrushing....you kiss the dragon.

12. You know that he/she has not shopped for themselves since 1979...you see shopping for them as a new "project" for you to bring them up to date.

13. You know they are known for "stretching the truth"..you think its cute and imaginative.

14. You let him/her drive your ride and NOT put gas in it afterwards.

15. You fix their plate first at every meal...even if you are out WITHOUT  them and are a guest at other people house-and you bringing them a plate home.

16. You talk & text each other and you are both with other cellular companies&are not on an unlimited plan.

17. You handwash their dirty drawls (under pants).

18. After she had the baby, you helped her change her pad&helped her into those sexxy mesh panties...at the hospital and at home.

19. You are both busting each other zits...especially the ones on the back.

20. You allow HIM to get a manicure & pedicure with you..or sometimes without you.

21. You tell him or her about ALL of the people you had sex with...even the ones they are related to!

22. All of your friends have told you she looks like a dude..and her mustache is thicker than yours,lol!!

23. They do all the things that drive you crazy..from grinding their teeth...cracking their knuckles to sucking their thumbs.

24. You allow them to pick all of the movies you watch.

25. They have your PIN number & password-which we know are the same for every damned thing.

26. You kiss them after they've burped in your face.

27. You stay with them and they just don't pay no damned bills...not even their own personal ones!

28. You both struggle together even in the storms...one attending college-even when they're old as hell...you just cannot afford to split...OR sticking it thru adultery...OR one of you lost your job or got laid off...OR-sticking with them every time they come up with some way to make money..to Avon, Tupperware, SexToys, real estate, and all of their schemes to build their own "Empire"..loving their entrepreneur spirit.

29. You take care of them and they did you wrong (example-Diary of a Mad Black Woman).

30. Your man is way shorter than you.

31. Their occupation is a mortician...dead people just freak you out..and that smell...eeehh gads!

32. Your woman is "domestically challenged"...dammit she can't cook..her food taste nasty..and she doesn't clean..she eats all over the house & don't clean up...and has a bad case of the "dropsies"..she drops her panties here..and her clothes are all over...she even leaves her sweaty pantyhose she wore to church in the car,lol!!

33. Their only form of exercise is getting up going to the refrigerator for another beer and changing the television channels...with their enlarged thumbs.

34. She makes more money than you...and it does bother you;however, you are just not man enough to tell her that..because you fear she will take away your weekly allowance.

35. She puts her yeast infection inserts in the frig next to your dinner plate.

36. You allow him to wear your night gown-daily.

37. You continuously "let her" win your favorite game.

38. You allow her to put HER voice on YOUR voicemail.

39. You tell her all of your alias'.

40. You let him claim one of your kids on his taxes..and you're just dating..or use to date.

41. You "go down" on them KNOWING they didn't wash their genitalia..and there is evidence like old toilet tissue and some creamy or crusty "residue",lol!!

42. You love their kids...even though they are bad as hell.

43. You carry her purse and bags in the mall.

44. You give them your last..so now you got to eat Ramen noodles for 2 weeks..and you have to take the train or bus to work.

45. You agree to let their relatives come and stay with you knowing you don't like their asses.

46. They can get you to go to the doctor...and no one else could..your last doctor visit was when you were a kid getting your booster shots.

47. You are finally okay with being in the bra/panty section of the store with them.

48. They buy all of your underwear...your Calvin Kleins,Jockey, Hanes, FTLs, and your long johns.

49. You don't get remotely pissed off when they call you and leave 10 voicemails and fill up your text messaging inbox when you are at work.

50. You don't care or even mind that ALL of their friends are the opposite sex as them...and none of them are gay...or maybe one or two really are gay,lol!!

There you have it..my top 50 reasons to tell if you truly love your mate...trust and believe all of these are true...and NO..not all of them happened to me.