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~
Showing posts with label relationships. Show all posts
Showing posts with label relationships. Show all posts
Thursday, June 5, 2014
Thursday, March 20, 2014
I want to fuck you,just NOT right now
*I want to fuck you,just not right now.*
We are in the age of technology, fast this and quick that. Advanced technology has played a heavy role in our personal relationships. Porn to your Iphone to live sex video chat applications,etc.
I believe it has a role in dating and sex. Men want sex sooner (and sometimes more nastier). Women now have to consider losing a male friend/companion when she decides to wait to have sex with a man whom she doesn’t consider a potential spouse or life partner.
Why is that you ask? (Some) Men get pissed and down right upset when you make him date you,wine&dine you for months,sometimes years without no form of sexual contact. Yes, (some) men see the price of a meal, hair do’s and a few tanks of gas in her car as an investment…i.e.-down payment on the booty.
Many women do not think ahead before they decide to give into him, and allow him to smash. Which could (and usually does) result in a one night stand.
I’ve rarely had one night stands in my adult sexually active lifetime. The couple that have occurred, I was the one who did the “standing”.
A tactful way to handle a very anxious male companion/not-a-potential boyfriend type. Allow him to be as open as he can possibly be with you. Make sure you know where he is coming from. Once you get a clear understanding of his intentions, then go from there.
Example-if he is willing to wait and take you out over a course of a year or close to it…awesome. Then see him sporadically, do not text or call him daily. That way you are not sending out mixed messages. Send him an occasional message maybe with a cute pic attached (nothing nude).And whenever you do go out with him, limit your physical contact. A simple hug or kiss is fine. And do not dress too provocatively. It’s okay to show your shape,but keep the goodies covered for the most part. Choose a fragrance that is sexy, this is what’s going to linger in his mind when the evening is over-“damn,she smelled so good tonight”. The way you carry yourself during the nights you do go out with him, what you wore and your scent will have him grabbing his bottle of Jergens before he closes his eyes that night. This builds up the anticipation.
**Now fellas,at some point she’s going to “size you up”. She will pay attention to your pants to see if you have the size dick that she is interested in engaging with. She may hug you with her back facing you (a slick tact Divas do, to see if one you are aroused by us, and two-to see if your meat is thick or big enough when you brush it against our ass cheeks).
When the moment arrives and you decide that you want to give him some, erase all doubt and have NO expectations. Make sure it is a day where you are very horny, so you know even if he sticks a pinky finger inside of you…you will be profusely wet. And the sex will be whatever YOU want it to be. If you’ve established a little connection with him, you should be fine. Now if you are best friends, and the sex is whack..then you’ll have a problem. My advice, keep your distance since you do not want to be involved with him on that level. Try not to attach yourself to him….so knowing his favorite color is not important. The only things you should be concerned with are his status (HIV that is) and does he want to “hit it and quit it” or does he want to have a more than one time sex events with you ;-).
Hopefully I’ve been helpful and you’ll figure the rest out, take it day by day.
~Dream~©Thick Dream Productions,LLC.
Sunday, February 9, 2014
Thursday, February 6, 2014
The Bi In Dream
The Bi In~Dream~
As a woman who is confident in everything,including her sexuality. I have to share my opinion why women result to receiving companionship from the same sex. First,we are the dominant sex here in Atlanta. The males have many choices,and our choices at times can be very slim. Second,the men often are unfaithful to their partners which leads many women to be with another woman. Lastly, women admire other women and they know each others bodies,unlike some men there is no guessing about pleasing a woman-we know what we want. Also,not all women know how to effectively communicate their needs to a significant other. In addition to,if the relationship lacks the intimacy that all women require, that also may influence a woman to pursue a same sex companion.
As a survivor of same sex child molestation, I have some knowledge and experience on the subject matter. During my adolescence I struggled with my sexuality. Never acting on the impulse to be with a woman, I disciplined myself. As a sexually active adult, the temptation is heavy;however, for me the end result would not be fulfilling. Hence, why I will never completely explore the curiosity.
I want to encourage women to work on the intimacy in their relationship. And always find ways to educate and improve yourself. I believe there is nothing wrong with liking (adoration) a woman, but when you cross over to explore with her sexually, you open yourself up to so much more (to persecution from others to pleasing both partners-your lesbian/bi lover and your heterosexual significant other can be a challenge). If that is your choice, I support you. Make sure it’s a decision that you’re okay with, and you’re getting your needs met fully.
Peace and Blessings To You,
~Dream~
Sunday, December 1, 2013
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~
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~
Monday, February 11, 2013
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~
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~
Monday, September 10, 2012
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~
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~
Sunday, August 26, 2012
Dear Diary Shall I Creep or Swing Pt2
Dear Diary:
I can't believe what just happened. Oh my goodness, this was far the worse experience that I've ever had.
The neighbor comes out the bathroom, and my guy is standing in the doorway with this look on his face. It was as if he was aroused and upset at the same time. I did not have a chance to warn the neighbor guy that he was in the house.
He made us have sex in front of him, it was the most awful thing. My pussy barely got wet and the neighbor dick wasn't rock hard. However, he did eat my pussy very well, but the sex was horrible all because he was there forcing us to perform for him. He even took the safety off his gun,puts it on the table,gives this"bitch you better make this good"stare.
When the vernissage was over, the neighbor starts to put his clothes on, my dude tried to make him stay. The neighbor got in his face, he was not about to watch us have sex. I had to get between the two"stop it,let him go baby,we did what you wanted,so let him go home please". The neighbor,who served in Iraq suffers from PTSD(Post Traumatic Stress Disorder) shoved his shoulder into my guy then said"yeah,let me go baby,before its some major problems".
I was so scared that these two ticking time bombs were going to explode. The entire time I was debating should I grab his gun or grab the garden hose and start spraying these two heated hounds. Thankfully, the excessive force was not necessary the neighbor left without anything extreme popping off. He only reminded my guy that it was "HIS idea to keep an eye on me while he was away", and added he "did not understand why he was upset for".
Oh wow,so he had the neighbor guy watching me while he's away. I can't help but wonder was fucking me too included in that babysitting package. I wanted to ask him more about that, but he wasn't up for a full blown conversation. He was naked and waiting on me to finish with him. I tried to head for the shower to freshen up (since I was post fucking our neighbor). He pulled me by my wrist and put my hands on his dick "get him right,you are going to take care of me right now,fuck that shower".
I thought he wanted me to stroke him til he got hard, but no he said"put them lips on my shit". He begins to fuck my face til my eyes are watery. I made sure the suction was super strong, sucking with hopes that he would cum from the blowjob. Oh but he he did not cum at all from that champion headservice I gave him. My lips and face were aching from sucking him so damn hard. I had to plead with him to stop, so I can ice my cheeks.
As I am reaching for an ice pack in the freezer, he comes up from behind. He starts to grind on me with my head halfway in the freezer, I almost bumped my head trying to close the door. He pulls me to the floor, we start fucking on the kitchen floor. The sex was somewhat good,but different this time. He had that same look of displease in his eyes. I did not make a sound as he pounded my ass. He did all the talking, never skips a stroke,fussing while in the pussy. "I knew you were fucking behind my back...did you forget who the fuck I am...why do you think I am stupid...I am a lot smarter than you know...did you enjoy fucking that fat ass neighbor...did you like his little dick better than this big dick I am giving you right now...you hear me talking to you...answer me"he demands. Softly I replied"no honey". He rams his pink cock in harder"no honey what". "No honey, I did not enjoy his dick better than yours"I said with my eyes looking up toward the ceiling.
I couldn't help but reference the movie The Color Purple, I felt like Miss Ceily when she and Mister first had sex. Hell yeah it was kinda similar. He was sweaty, angry, and talking shit while punishing my pussy. When he reaches orgasm he does not bother to pull out, he forcefully releases all of his hot cum in me "ahhhhh,now take that to your fuck tard boy toys and that fat ass neighbor,let them eat that,HA"he climbs up,leaving me on our cold kitchen floor marinating in his ejaculatory fluid.
Since that happened he and I have not had sex, he's away this week on assignment. Last week, I ran into a lawyer friend I use to be cool with. I asked him to do me a favor(he owes me anyway with all the pussy I've gave him). I asked that he get one of his private investigators to follow my guy.
Having good pussy really pays off. Wow that was fast. I woke up this morning to a text"give me a call, I have some information about your boy, I think you should know". I have yet to call him back because I want to know,but not really...no rush. I will call when I am done planning this gentlemen's party for an old friend,its his birthday soon, he's hired me to host the event. I'm getting dress headed to his place...will continue once I leave there.
I knew it, I knew it!! We wind up having sex....omg. Why didn't I masturbate prior to going to this man house,wow. I kinda felt that it would happen, since I hadn't had sex in weeks. Dammit,I could not resist, he's tall,with honey skin,a bright smile and he knows how relax I get when I am at his place. The panties just disappeared once my juices started to flow. Sex with him was never raunchy, he loves to slow stroke the pussy. He has the most softest hands for a man that I have ever felt on my curvy body. "You have the best head ever,I miss that shit,girllll you sure do know how to suck a motherfucking dick"he shares. I had to hurry up and pop his dick out my mouth, I felt that cum rising like a volcano. During sex,he gave me multiple orgasms with that pretty 9inch dick he has. But hold up...he almost spoiled it,by attempting to remove the condom during sex. "Noo,oh hell no,what do you think you're doing"I scolded him. "I just want to feel you,like we use to do"he explained. "We can't do that no more honey,I've not sleep with anyone else unprotected but my guy since he and I met...and I'm not about to start having raw sex with multiple men,no sir"I said and proceeded to put him on a new condom.
I'm back home, I did return my lawyer friend call. The private investigator found out that my guy is not away on assignment presently, he is in Puerto Rico with a female companion. Also, this female companion is not the only woman that he spends time with. The investigator sent pics to my smartphone of my guy on his lunch hour, with various different women. Some of the women were co-workers and others were random unknown females. In a few of the pics, he is with this larger-I mean huge dark skin woman. She must be his regular piece of ass. In one pic, they were hugged up kissing in her driveway, at 4am.
HA,I got his dinner,dating cuffing ass now. I told my lawyer friend to continue following him for one more week and spare no expense with the pics. "Make sure you get them printed in various sizes and close up"I requested.
I am numb right now, shocked, but not really. My intuition is rarely ever wrong. I feel lighter though, the guilt of sleeping around behind his back has lifted. Now I can exhale,phew.
Anyway, its the weekend,I will deal with that bullshit later. I am oiling up, getting ready for my old friend birthday event. The dancers and my protege' are already at the location, I am running late. I took a shot of Absolut. Shit, I need two more. Fuck it,I'm taking the whole freakin bottle with me. My old friend,whom party I am hosting is a mother effing Deputy. He and my guy are "co workers"...they work for the same county,but different departments. When he and I went over his guest list there were familiar names on it...a couple buddies and associates of my guy. None of that really concerns me, what has me on pins and needles...my guys Sergeant is on the Platinum VIP list for tonight. You see,how we have things set up for this party, anyone who is on the Platinum VIP list receives time with the host....which is myself. After the information I received about that guy, I am going all out! Oh hells yes. Yours truly is stiletto fresh,hair down to my ass and I'm wearing a new fabulous hip hugging dress. My Deputy friend paid me good money to make sure his birthday party is a blast. Trust and believe I am going to make that happen.
Prior to this evening,I had to share my fears with him about the invited guest, but he said "what goes on at a cop party stays at a cop party babe...I told Sarg that you were the host and he is cool with it...why you think he pulled out a stack, to get that Platinum VIP treatment". I had to ask more"what else did he say,any special request?" "Oh you know Dream it,we are cops we always have to get that extra extra"confessed the Deputy. Then he said,"he had me laughing my ass off,Sarg said hot damn,I've been dying to spread that pretty brown onion on my lap...tell her to relax...her man is a prick, big Poppa wants the royal treatment". "So Dream Momma,you better bring it!"said the Deputy.
Mister man is due back from "assignment" tomorrow evening, enough time to be sober and tightened back up.
Shit! I got four missed calls from the girls,got to go the party needs the host.
Kisses to you,
~Dream~
I can't believe what just happened. Oh my goodness, this was far the worse experience that I've ever had.
The neighbor comes out the bathroom, and my guy is standing in the doorway with this look on his face. It was as if he was aroused and upset at the same time. I did not have a chance to warn the neighbor guy that he was in the house.
He made us have sex in front of him, it was the most awful thing. My pussy barely got wet and the neighbor dick wasn't rock hard. However, he did eat my pussy very well, but the sex was horrible all because he was there forcing us to perform for him. He even took the safety off his gun,puts it on the table,gives this"bitch you better make this good"stare.
When the vernissage was over, the neighbor starts to put his clothes on, my dude tried to make him stay. The neighbor got in his face, he was not about to watch us have sex. I had to get between the two"stop it,let him go baby,we did what you wanted,so let him go home please". The neighbor,who served in Iraq suffers from PTSD(Post Traumatic Stress Disorder) shoved his shoulder into my guy then said"yeah,let me go baby,before its some major problems".
I was so scared that these two ticking time bombs were going to explode. The entire time I was debating should I grab his gun or grab the garden hose and start spraying these two heated hounds. Thankfully, the excessive force was not necessary the neighbor left without anything extreme popping off. He only reminded my guy that it was "HIS idea to keep an eye on me while he was away", and added he "did not understand why he was upset for".
Oh wow,so he had the neighbor guy watching me while he's away. I can't help but wonder was fucking me too included in that babysitting package. I wanted to ask him more about that, but he wasn't up for a full blown conversation. He was naked and waiting on me to finish with him. I tried to head for the shower to freshen up (since I was post fucking our neighbor). He pulled me by my wrist and put my hands on his dick "get him right,you are going to take care of me right now,fuck that shower".
I thought he wanted me to stroke him til he got hard, but no he said"put them lips on my shit". He begins to fuck my face til my eyes are watery. I made sure the suction was super strong, sucking with hopes that he would cum from the blowjob. Oh but he he did not cum at all from that champion headservice I gave him. My lips and face were aching from sucking him so damn hard. I had to plead with him to stop, so I can ice my cheeks.
As I am reaching for an ice pack in the freezer, he comes up from behind. He starts to grind on me with my head halfway in the freezer, I almost bumped my head trying to close the door. He pulls me to the floor, we start fucking on the kitchen floor. The sex was somewhat good,but different this time. He had that same look of displease in his eyes. I did not make a sound as he pounded my ass. He did all the talking, never skips a stroke,fussing while in the pussy. "I knew you were fucking behind my back...did you forget who the fuck I am...why do you think I am stupid...I am a lot smarter than you know...did you enjoy fucking that fat ass neighbor...did you like his little dick better than this big dick I am giving you right now...you hear me talking to you...answer me"he demands. Softly I replied"no honey". He rams his pink cock in harder"no honey what". "No honey, I did not enjoy his dick better than yours"I said with my eyes looking up toward the ceiling.
I couldn't help but reference the movie The Color Purple, I felt like Miss Ceily when she and Mister first had sex. Hell yeah it was kinda similar. He was sweaty, angry, and talking shit while punishing my pussy. When he reaches orgasm he does not bother to pull out, he forcefully releases all of his hot cum in me "ahhhhh,now take that to your fuck tard boy toys and that fat ass neighbor,let them eat that,HA"he climbs up,leaving me on our cold kitchen floor marinating in his ejaculatory fluid.
Since that happened he and I have not had sex, he's away this week on assignment. Last week, I ran into a lawyer friend I use to be cool with. I asked him to do me a favor(he owes me anyway with all the pussy I've gave him). I asked that he get one of his private investigators to follow my guy.
Having good pussy really pays off. Wow that was fast. I woke up this morning to a text"give me a call, I have some information about your boy, I think you should know". I have yet to call him back because I want to know,but not really...no rush. I will call when I am done planning this gentlemen's party for an old friend,its his birthday soon, he's hired me to host the event. I'm getting dress headed to his place...will continue once I leave there.
I knew it, I knew it!! We wind up having sex....omg. Why didn't I masturbate prior to going to this man house,wow. I kinda felt that it would happen, since I hadn't had sex in weeks. Dammit,I could not resist, he's tall,with honey skin,a bright smile and he knows how relax I get when I am at his place. The panties just disappeared once my juices started to flow. Sex with him was never raunchy, he loves to slow stroke the pussy. He has the most softest hands for a man that I have ever felt on my curvy body. "You have the best head ever,I miss that shit,girllll you sure do know how to suck a motherfucking dick"he shares. I had to hurry up and pop his dick out my mouth, I felt that cum rising like a volcano. During sex,he gave me multiple orgasms with that pretty 9inch dick he has. But hold up...he almost spoiled it,by attempting to remove the condom during sex. "Noo,oh hell no,what do you think you're doing"I scolded him. "I just want to feel you,like we use to do"he explained. "We can't do that no more honey,I've not sleep with anyone else unprotected but my guy since he and I met...and I'm not about to start having raw sex with multiple men,no sir"I said and proceeded to put him on a new condom.
I'm back home, I did return my lawyer friend call. The private investigator found out that my guy is not away on assignment presently, he is in Puerto Rico with a female companion. Also, this female companion is not the only woman that he spends time with. The investigator sent pics to my smartphone of my guy on his lunch hour, with various different women. Some of the women were co-workers and others were random unknown females. In a few of the pics, he is with this larger-I mean huge dark skin woman. She must be his regular piece of ass. In one pic, they were hugged up kissing in her driveway, at 4am.
HA,I got his dinner,dating cuffing ass now. I told my lawyer friend to continue following him for one more week and spare no expense with the pics. "Make sure you get them printed in various sizes and close up"I requested.
I am numb right now, shocked, but not really. My intuition is rarely ever wrong. I feel lighter though, the guilt of sleeping around behind his back has lifted. Now I can exhale,phew.
Anyway, its the weekend,I will deal with that bullshit later. I am oiling up, getting ready for my old friend birthday event. The dancers and my protege' are already at the location, I am running late. I took a shot of Absolut. Shit, I need two more. Fuck it,I'm taking the whole freakin bottle with me. My old friend,whom party I am hosting is a mother effing Deputy. He and my guy are "co workers"...they work for the same county,but different departments. When he and I went over his guest list there were familiar names on it...a couple buddies and associates of my guy. None of that really concerns me, what has me on pins and needles...my guys Sergeant is on the Platinum VIP list for tonight. You see,how we have things set up for this party, anyone who is on the Platinum VIP list receives time with the host....which is myself. After the information I received about that guy, I am going all out! Oh hells yes. Yours truly is stiletto fresh,hair down to my ass and I'm wearing a new fabulous hip hugging dress. My Deputy friend paid me good money to make sure his birthday party is a blast. Trust and believe I am going to make that happen.
Prior to this evening,I had to share my fears with him about the invited guest, but he said "what goes on at a cop party stays at a cop party babe...I told Sarg that you were the host and he is cool with it...why you think he pulled out a stack, to get that Platinum VIP treatment". I had to ask more"what else did he say,any special request?" "Oh you know Dream it,we are cops we always have to get that extra extra"confessed the Deputy. Then he said,"he had me laughing my ass off,Sarg said hot damn,I've been dying to spread that pretty brown onion on my lap...tell her to relax...her man is a prick, big Poppa wants the royal treatment". "So Dream Momma,you better bring it!"said the Deputy.
Mister man is due back from "assignment" tomorrow evening, enough time to be sober and tightened back up.
Shit! I got four missed calls from the girls,got to go the party needs the host.
Kisses to you,
~Dream~
Monday, July 23, 2012
Dear Diary-Manic Monday July23_2012
Users,Abusers,Givers,Takers-Which1Are You?
In life the classification of people can be broken into four categories:
User
Abuser
Giver
Taker
Everyone has their own definition of each,but I've taken the time to give some precise examples of each type.
The User: A person who uses or operates something (a machine or even another person). The typical user is either fully aware they are a user or their in denial about using people. Users have a constant void to fill. They feel power when they manipulate situations that benefit them.
The Abuser: Someone who regularly or habitually abuses someone or something,in particular. An abuser receives power from controlling a person who is emotionally bound to them. The abuser has no sense of self worth without someone to control. Abusers are very into self, and have a sickening type of arrogance.
The Giver: Someone who devotes themselves completely. The giver does without question and gives without seeking reciprocity. A giver is someone who lives to help others.
The Taker: A person who takes a specified thing. The taker can be someone who expects others to provide for them. A takers affixation is what that person can do for me. A taker is not concerned about an emotional attachment with an individual,its all about how they can benefit from knowing or being with this person.
Victims of each class will vary:
A person who seeks an emotional bond, they will often accept a sex based only relationship. This victim does not see themselves as vulnerable because they are strong minded people. People who just want to be accepted for who they are. -The User Victim
The abuse victim is someone who has poor self esteem, and is simply seeking anyone who will pay attention to them and who will show "love" to them. The attention they receive from a abuser can be a mixture of high energy sex,loads of quality time,and intervals of physical/emotional abuse (meaning-the abuse will come and go,they will be on a love/hate roller coaster)some do not care as long as they are not being ignored and the need for attention is met,"its ok". This person may also see the abuser as loving "they do care"because they show strong emotions toward them.-The Abuse Victim
A victim of someone who gives constantly, the results are guilt sometimes resentment toward the giver. The receiver can begin to question the giver,accusations can be that the giver does what they do for "self gratification". Very tricky,not often will there be victims of givers and actually most givers become victims if they give too often. People will take their kindness as a weakness (hence why they will get used).
A takers victims are usually people who want to help yet they have their limits to how much help their willing to give. Sexually,these individuals give a lot of passion in the bedroom. This person just wants to be happy in life,no matter what they do. The takers feed from their emotions. The majority of a takers victims are the givers.-The Taker Victim
A highly sexual,discreet,corporate woman begins to attend swinger parties. She is curious of the lifestyle and seeks a long term relationship. She knows the rules of the lifestyle, and respects it. She often has random encounters with fellow lifers and obtains friendships with the gents she brings home. The men are not seeking a relationship,yet,she yearns for the companionship from any fellow that spends a little time with her. Is she a giver or taker? Or is she a user or a taker victim?
A mother of five almost grown children, has been with the same man for more than two decades. She has never stepped outside of their relationship. He,on the other hand,has children outside of the relationship and has cheated on her numerous times. She rekindles a friendship with a former classmate, seeking conversation and guidance. An emotional bond is created with the classmate. She falls for him, and he gives her an ultimatum. She couldn't quickly decide, so the classmate cuts her off completely, choosing for her. Her long term boyfriend finds out about the other guy, and finds it hilarious that she (a lowly single Mom of five) would even try to seek consoling outside of their relationship. Is she an abuse victim or a giver? Is the Baby Father an abuser or a taker? Or could he be a giver and a taker? Is the former classmate a taker?
A married woman, her spouse has an established busy career. They own the home of their dreams,money in the bank,and they have vacationed at the most elite destinations. When you see the two, they appear happy. Far from the truth,many nights she has slept alone and countless days she has attended events without her husband. She does love him, they were college sweethearts, but the love she has for him is very thin. She drifts away from him emotionally, and seeks affection from another. Her husband knows she is having an affair, but chooses to ignore it, because he has been cheating for many years. Is the husband the abuser or is he the user? Is the wife the victim of a giver or is she the giver?
As you see, our roles in life will fluctuate and sometimes often will stay the same. No matter what character we are in this play we call life, we must accept our true identity. Hurt as less as possible, obtain as much as we can, seek knowledge daily and receive pleasure as much as possible-simple guidelines to follow, hard for most.
We are all led by our emotions-our genitals, cast out signals to our brains,leading us into the darkness or the light,all uncharted waters. Be careful when sailing, you never know what kind of weather (karma) is going to forecast.
Kisses to you,
~Dream~
In life the classification of people can be broken into four categories:
User
Abuser
Giver
Taker
Everyone has their own definition of each,but I've taken the time to give some precise examples of each type.
The User: A person who uses or operates something (a machine or even another person). The typical user is either fully aware they are a user or their in denial about using people. Users have a constant void to fill. They feel power when they manipulate situations that benefit them.
The Abuser: Someone who regularly or habitually abuses someone or something,in particular. An abuser receives power from controlling a person who is emotionally bound to them. The abuser has no sense of self worth without someone to control. Abusers are very into self, and have a sickening type of arrogance.
The Giver: Someone who devotes themselves completely. The giver does without question and gives without seeking reciprocity. A giver is someone who lives to help others.
The Taker: A person who takes a specified thing. The taker can be someone who expects others to provide for them. A takers affixation is what that person can do for me. A taker is not concerned about an emotional attachment with an individual,its all about how they can benefit from knowing or being with this person.
Victims of each class will vary:
A person who seeks an emotional bond, they will often accept a sex based only relationship. This victim does not see themselves as vulnerable because they are strong minded people. People who just want to be accepted for who they are. -The User Victim
The abuse victim is someone who has poor self esteem, and is simply seeking anyone who will pay attention to them and who will show "love" to them. The attention they receive from a abuser can be a mixture of high energy sex,loads of quality time,and intervals of physical/emotional abuse (meaning-the abuse will come and go,they will be on a love/hate roller coaster)some do not care as long as they are not being ignored and the need for attention is met,"its ok". This person may also see the abuser as loving "they do care"because they show strong emotions toward them.-The Abuse Victim
A victim of someone who gives constantly, the results are guilt sometimes resentment toward the giver. The receiver can begin to question the giver,accusations can be that the giver does what they do for "self gratification". Very tricky,not often will there be victims of givers and actually most givers become victims if they give too often. People will take their kindness as a weakness (hence why they will get used).
A takers victims are usually people who want to help yet they have their limits to how much help their willing to give. Sexually,these individuals give a lot of passion in the bedroom. This person just wants to be happy in life,no matter what they do. The takers feed from their emotions. The majority of a takers victims are the givers.-The Taker Victim
A highly sexual,discreet,corporate woman begins to attend swinger parties. She is curious of the lifestyle and seeks a long term relationship. She knows the rules of the lifestyle, and respects it. She often has random encounters with fellow lifers and obtains friendships with the gents she brings home. The men are not seeking a relationship,yet,she yearns for the companionship from any fellow that spends a little time with her. Is she a giver or taker? Or is she a user or a taker victim?
A mother of five almost grown children, has been with the same man for more than two decades. She has never stepped outside of their relationship. He,on the other hand,has children outside of the relationship and has cheated on her numerous times. She rekindles a friendship with a former classmate, seeking conversation and guidance. An emotional bond is created with the classmate. She falls for him, and he gives her an ultimatum. She couldn't quickly decide, so the classmate cuts her off completely, choosing for her. Her long term boyfriend finds out about the other guy, and finds it hilarious that she (a lowly single Mom of five) would even try to seek consoling outside of their relationship. Is she an abuse victim or a giver? Is the Baby Father an abuser or a taker? Or could he be a giver and a taker? Is the former classmate a taker?
A married woman, her spouse has an established busy career. They own the home of their dreams,money in the bank,and they have vacationed at the most elite destinations. When you see the two, they appear happy. Far from the truth,many nights she has slept alone and countless days she has attended events without her husband. She does love him, they were college sweethearts, but the love she has for him is very thin. She drifts away from him emotionally, and seeks affection from another. Her husband knows she is having an affair, but chooses to ignore it, because he has been cheating for many years. Is the husband the abuser or is he the user? Is the wife the victim of a giver or is she the giver?
As you see, our roles in life will fluctuate and sometimes often will stay the same. No matter what character we are in this play we call life, we must accept our true identity. Hurt as less as possible, obtain as much as we can, seek knowledge daily and receive pleasure as much as possible-simple guidelines to follow, hard for most.
We are all led by our emotions-our genitals, cast out signals to our brains,leading us into the darkness or the light,all uncharted waters. Be careful when sailing, you never know what kind of weather (karma) is going to forecast.
Kisses to you,
~Dream~
Monday, May 28, 2012
From The Seductress:Summer Seduction&Fetish
From The Desk of The Seductress:
Moving along...if you have a particular fetish that you are into and your mate isn't...take caution when and if you decide to introduce this information to them...not everyone is open to evvvverything...and some pretend that they are in order to keep their mate happy (which isn't good because your partner will detect even an ounce of your resistance)...those who aren't interested in the whole fetish world...please be sensitive to those who are...if its someone you love...you might lose them or a part of them....I am going to take time to acknowledge some of the most common fetishes.I will list below:
Often I get asked by friends or fans"what can I do to turn him/her on" and "what can I do to enhance the sex"...well,its so many different things one can do to insure a pleasurable sexperience, I will share some ideas here and feel free to research on your own. Feedback is always welcome (atlthickdream@gmail.com).
There are certain foods that enhance the arousal in the human body (chocolate/caffeine,nuts,grapefruit-other citrus fruits,cinnamon,vanilla)...the aphrodisiac can vary in the individual(especially if they are into a fetish). Also,online you can purchase natural pheromones to attract someone to you(I would recommend checking local shoppes that carry natural products such as herbs,ointments,etc.)..I am big on pheromones&aphrodisiacs.
However, I am here to tell you that the seduction starts in the mind first before anything else. I am big on presentation and role play...the big picture is important...kinda like a kid receiving a present...how would you like a gift given to you that was wrapped in old newspaper from the fish market...and it had holes in it...I think not. Present yourself to your mate as much desirable as possible-------&always..always..always try to do this..it helps to keep your sex life poppin.I know that there is nothing like rolling over to your partner in the middle of the night and just going at it...I know,so during those times I will make an exception. But-many times our sexual encounters are planned...whether its meeting up with an old friend (with whom you have sex with) or you are going out for a night on the town (many of us know if we are going to get laid/give it up or not that night, there are few who hope&pray prior to leaving home that they get some,lol)...OKAY...NOW,when we go out..we dress up and put on our smell goods too right? Alrighty then, the same goes for when you are at home with your partner...do the exact same thing...try not to ever let yourself go (AKA-decreasing your:personal hygiene,grooming or whole well being)for too long...keep the sex spectacular(try different positions&locations)..and never assume that the loving is good all the time...when you are having sex with someone over a period of time...every single time can't always be good..all the time? That is rare...UNLESS, you are doing what I have written above. Keeping yourself in check&keeping it poppin. If you have tried these things and nothing has worked for you then it could be that you're just completely turned off by that person,and dear nothing is going to help you but some prayer and a great imagination. Now before you completely throw the towel in here are some tips to keep it sexy this summer:
Summertime Sexy:
Ladies-Keep your hair done and nails done,if you cannot afford to hit the nail spa every two weeks,DIY(do it yourself)! Make sure you are keeping your hair hydrated and clean to minimize breakage from the summer heat. Drink plenty of water to keep your insides healthy and your skin happy. Lastly,mix and match last years pieces with new accessories. Do not be afraid to try to bright colors and trendy styles. Incorporate your lover into wardrobe decision making,bring him along or flick a dressing room pic,if its hot,he'll share,if he's silent more than likely keep it on the rack.
Gentlemen-Keep it tight from head to toe women notice everything! Stay on schedule with your barber. And its okay to look nice,especially for yourself and your lady(I promise you will not lose cool points with the fellas if you do so). Do not forget to tighten up on your hygiene as the heat increases - keep your breath and balls fresh, yes-your sweaty salty balls,lol!! When shopping for new summer looks, be careful you do not want to over do it. You do not want to look too "busy" with loud patterns. Ask your honey if you are not sure what looks nice on you, and if shopping is not your thing-hand over the card or the cash to her,and see what she brings back.
For both sexes-Change around your bedroom,do some much needed cleaning,get rid of something they may have been pressing you to give away, do something ultra kinky together,make sure you get out and get it popping,get out of the routine,so no go on the BLAH!! Stay active and have fun-you only live once (YOLO)!
Moving along...if you have a particular fetish that you are into and your mate isn't...take caution when and if you decide to introduce this information to them...not everyone is open to evvvverything...and some pretend that they are in order to keep their mate happy (which isn't good because your partner will detect even an ounce of your resistance)...those who aren't interested in the whole fetish world...please be sensitive to those who are...if its someone you love...you might lose them or a part of them....I am going to take time to acknowledge some of the most common fetishes.I will list below:
1.BDSM-Bondange,dominating,submission,sadism&masochism (This can be serious and fun but not everyone can handle this.) A Dom-the head or leader in the relationship. The Sub-the submissive person in the relationship. A female Dom can be called a Mistress,Goddess,etc. A male Dom can be called a Master,Leader,Owner,Daddy,etc. The sub can be nicknamed a slave,pet,boy,or some odd title that's suppose to humiliate the sub.
2. Foot/feet fetish-(A personal favorite) I have openly admitted that I love feet! And I am not ashamed to say it.
3. Tickle fetish-research that one on your own..lol!
4. Bite fetish"odaxelagnia"-either you are the biter or the bitee...and yes, there has to be tactic used when doing this one.
5. Material or item fetish(what I call a Tangible Fetish)-fixation on a certain item,fabric,a particular size of a person or certain body parts(leather fetish,thigh fetish,big woman fetish,shoe fetish,big butt fetish).
Hope everyone is very aroused with today's topic...be blessed because you are loved.~Dream~
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