Why Do I Love Him by Yvette Dream Johnson

I Love Him Because
I Love to Love
Love is in Him
Therefore I can not help but to Love Him
It is not the look of lust in His eye's
It is not how hard He cums between my juicy thighs
I Love Him because of the Love He has inside
The way He carries himself
How protective He is of me
His intelligence is sexy
It is not only His visible beauty
Why I Love Him
The Love in Him captivates Me
When I see Him
I look beyond what the ordinary eye can see
The root of Him
His warm and yummy center
His loving soul
That is what keeps me near
Even when we aren't in proximity
His love energy has a way to call out to me
When our love is merged into one
There's always peace,no arguing,absolutely no fussing
The sex is sensuous and solemn
He's attached to me and my bosom

Suckling,like a naked starving newborn
And I,sit in His lap
Bouncing provocatively,Daddy's good girl
His Love comforts me
Never you mind, the cum that flows down His knee
I Love Him Because
This attraction is far greater than fleshly pleasures
The Universe is responsible 
For a love like this,creating something not typical,above ordinary,not pliable
From the sexy ways to the Love games we play
Will forever keep friends&others wondering
How do you manage
Why do you keep carrying on
With this thing you call Love
Because Love is positive
And He is the epitome of positivity
Traditional thinkers get consumed with possession and obsession of another
Their sole concentration is the quest to conquer and control
Love wasn't created to imprison your lover
Nonetheless, Love will pay the ransom, if your heart is attached to a good soul.
Love is highly tangible, although you can't touch it. It was Love that gave Life to me,I shall Live for Love, I will be Love, and my Life will be filled with Love.~Dream~1/19/15
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Dear Diary_Dream The Cop Magnet

Dear Diary:

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

Dear Diary Today I Rode The Magnificent Bastard

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

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

Dear Diary Folk Doing Too Much

Dear Diary:

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

Dear Diary A Tale of Two Cheats

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

Dear Diary 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~
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Dear Diary March15_2012

Dear Diary:


Its been a minute,had to write something. I am feeling very floetic. I had to crack open my laptop,my hands felt like writing, my fingertips would not stop dancing.


Thoughts of him are in my head
He is in places that he should not be
I cannot help but think of him
His smile keeps me warm
There is security in his embrace
The sound of his beating heart 
A chiming bell
The look in his eyes
I can tell
He knows what he does to me
I am a fiddle that he plays very well
Attentive to his needs
Patient with his wants
The pleasure he brings isn't about the quantity
Its all about the value
Supreme quality
He arrives and appears as a beastly storm
When he leaves, all that remains is serenity
Our fussing 
His selfish demands
And my bitchy rants
All cease
The Wolf and The Tiger
Part in peace




The love we have runs deep
A great bandage 
When we cut each other
And cause one another grief
We kiss and make up 
And then repeat
We know every button
To push 
Red,Yellow,and Green
Sometimes we can be very mean
Saying and doing things we do not mean
Puffing things up
Sliding a lie or two in between
Acting like our feelings are nothing
Allowing our daily environmental stresses
Get the best of us
And all we both want is
A kiss
A hug
A little appreciation 
So simple
Yet very complicated
Living separate lives
You are not the man 
That comes home to me every night
This makes things so frustrating
You dream of me
I want to be with you
Anticipation rising
Til we meet again
And do all the freaky things we love to do
Unfortunate,our personal obligations
Our life choices
Prevent frequency
Creates inconsistency 
Regularity,an option that's impossible
Upgrading and increasing 
Something that will never be
All we can have is our periodic moments of pleasure
Our nightly fantasies 
Sleeping separately
Wondering how each other looks when we sleep
I am Yours
You are Mine
Only when we meet
The animal attraction
Has got me beat
Why is He in my head
Dear Lord,help me sleep
Am I really in love with this man
Or I am I,Dream,caught up in the mystique?

To Him I Present A Gift By~Dream~

I presented him with gifts to show how I feel

I came to him and I was dressed to kill

My body was his playing field

My attire was carefully chosen

The provocative fragrance I wore was lavishly placed at his favorite kissing points

These spots were like bull's eyes

His lips were the hot soft darts

When he kissed my neck

it created a spark

synenergy jolting from his lips

raced directly to my heart

Momentarily I lost consciousness

His cool breath revived me

And my lavender thong became profusely wet

Drenched in my sweet nectar

I removed them & placed in his hands

For his examination

I demonstrated their wetness by massaging

my panties about his face & hands

My abundant secretions he wore

as a signature cologne

Ritualistically registering him as mine

The last gift I left with him

couldn't be purchased in any retail venue

This gift represents my superceding dedication

My love, my polished heart was the gift bestowed upon his feet

The characteristics my love possess are longevity & steadfast

He now holds onto my heart

My supercilious lover

Carrying it on his shoulder

in its original encasing

Nuturing it with devotion

Caressing it with sensual thoughts of me

My love for him will last through all eternity.

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