Dear Diary I am back November 14 2015

Dear Diary:

I know, I know it has been a very long time since I sat down and open you up. I have been dealing with life, and not having too many moments to just sit down in front of you. When I do have a moment to myself, there is no electronics in hand and no sharing allowed. The only exchange is the communing between me and the Creator. Yes, I have increased, incorporated new things in my life, to provide balance.

Sarge and I are STILL in a very odd place right now. We communicate often, but our sex life is almost at a stand still. He has been dealing with a new job position, so more wages mean more duties, and of course less time to spend with me. We did attempt to attend counseling sessions together with a non traditional counselor. In our last session, Sarge disclosed that he was suffering from PTSD, and it messes with his sex drive and memory. “Well damn,I was right”I thought to myself as I sat next to him, holding his hand...pretending to be in disbelief. But hell, I knew it all along. The signs have always been there, all that was left was for him to say it out of his mouth. I knew that it was his pride, and fear of rejection that kept him from sharing this with me.

The counselor really did not help, he commended me for understanding what Sarge goes through and he made some suggestions to Sarge about rejuvenating our bedroom passion. Sarge agreed that he would try each one, and vowed to make allocated nights “all about Dream”. Well, he lied….his promise expired when he received his promotion. That is when the workload increased and his libido became extinct.

The last time Sarge and I made love, he did not reach orgasm. Due to his dick unwilling to achieve a full erection. I wanted to blame the fact that he became startled at a flash, he thought he saw in the closet. He jumped out of my pussy,to dash into the closet...because he thought he saw someone in there. “So, you thought someone was in the closet, and holding a camera too”-I said. I was puzzled. Did Sarge think I had paparazzi...what the fuck. Sarge tore up the closet, only to find a beaded body chain. His face was bright red, his forehead glowed from cold sweat. The look on my face was priceless. I am 1000%, it spoke volumes. I am positive my face said “this fucker is crazy as a loon”. However, my reaction did not match my facial expression. After he washed the sweat from his pale fear stricken face, I reached out to him. My lips pouting,head titled to the side,and my arms open for him to come receive my consoling affection.  Holding him felt as if I were comforting a child I had given birth to. At that moment,I did not judge him, and no thoughts crossed my mind to abandon the relationship. It was actually arousing, to hold this powerful man in my embrace. I could not help myself, after what 30 minutes of cuddling Sarge….my “Motherly” instincts were put aside. The horny woman in me, wanted his meaty dick! I did everything in my sexy repertoire, to get his cock revved up….nothing happened. I mean...his dick would rise then fall, it wouldn’t stay hard for shit! Now, the “understanding” woman that I am...I blamed it on the food we ate prior to sex and I kept reassuring him that it was “okay” that we couldn’t complete our lovemaking. It did not matter what I said to Sarge, he did not like that his dick was not cooperating with him. After going back and forth about it, I had enough of the debate. He did not believe me, when I confessed that I came 6 times prior to him leaping toward the closet. I got out of the bed, to head downstairs for a glass of water. On my way downstairs, I almost tripped over his work boots and pants. Out of frustration,I moved the boots, and threw his slacks at him. As the pants hurled in the air, his change and a prescription bottle fell out the pockets. Boyyyy….I tell you…..you should have seen how quick Sarge ass moved butt naked from under those covers...and he was supposed to be asleep,hahaha!! He scurried to retrieve the contents of his pockets before they hit the floor. He tried his hardest to grab the prescription bottle before my hands picked it up. The bottle landed near me, so I bent to give it to him. He froze in his tracks. I read the label, and the medicine is for high blood pressure. I asked him”when did you start taking medicine for hypertension”. He bowed his head and replied “I’ve been taking it for a year now, but I was off it when I first met you”. My mind started thinking a 100 miles per hour...my next question “so THIS is the real cause of your libido problems...ya think”. “I mean it could be very well, a slight reason for the challenges Honey”he said.  

Man, DAMN...I was too pissed that day with Sarge. All this time, and all this shit he has going on healthwise….I could not help but think a part of the distance occurring was about ME not being loving enough...but sweet Mary,Martha,Joseph and Jacob….the man has a CHRISTMAS list of contributing factors why his dick is not performing at full mass and occasionally pulling a NO SHOW. From the garbage food cops tend to consume to the job stress to the PTSD, the depression and NOW the medicine...no fucking wonder his dick is on DOA...limp noodle status.

Over and over, I’ve tried to understand Sarge and plug into the passion we have as friends and lovers….right now, I can’t do it. It is too many reasons to list, why a break is needed from him and I. It is simply too much work on my part to do, and right now….mentally...I do not have the patience to do it. Why? When HE has allowed his little boy shame and insecurities take president over his masculine dynamite King energy. He makes numerous excuses why he can’t make it to dinner or when he does come around...he’s coming to use me as his emotional dumping ground.  

UUUGHHH!! Let me change the subject, just writing about that Sarge, is bringing up too many draining emotions. I’ll come back to him...let me discuss “Mista”man/Honey Bunny.

Mista and I were done, the last I wrote. Wellll…..it was almost a year since I had any contact physically with him....guess who showed up with an invitation to our favorite restaurant and guess who (like a dummy) said yes? Yup….that guy...and yes my silly self did say yes that I would meet him.

On the night, I was scheduled to meet Mista I was 30 minutes late arriving to dinner. I just knew that when I got there, he would have left to only curse me out, and say that he is blocking my number. Shit, that was what I was hoping that would happen anyway...haha! When I got there, parking wasn’t available, so I had to utilize the restaurant valet service (what he suggested that I do because he knows how much I hate walking in my 5 inch heels). The parking attendant opened my door, and another guy named “Marcus” came to my aid. Marcus (the Maitre d’) grabbed my hand to help me get out of my car, and handed me a dozen roses that were hidden behind his back. “Wow, these are beautiful...thank you Marcus, who are these from”I asked. “Madame, these are from a gentleman awaiting your presence”. I smiled and the swing in my hips increased as we reached the table where Mista stood, taking in the view of me.

When I got to the table, I wanted to hug him...no...I am lying. I wanted to rip his fucking clothes off, and fuck him right there in the middle of the restaurant. But instead, I did nothing.  I observed him and kept the conversational exchange to a minimum. From the moment, he pushed in my chair...the shenanigans began. He stood behind my chair to pull aside my hair, and applied a soft warm kiss,to the left side of my neck. My eye’s fluttered and rolled toward the back of head. My right hand caressed his caramel colored bald scalp. That sweet kiss, turned into him sucking, licking and biting into my neckline….it happened so quickly, but it seemed like hours that he was attached to my neck. When he finally sat his ass down in front of me, I knew immediately how the night would end.

During dinner, I picked at the salmon and asparagus I ordered. He finished almost all of his filet mignon, but when he was about to take his last bite...he put down his fork. “Sweetheart, so please update me and tell me what has been up with you….did I tell you that you look INCREDIBLE”he inquired. “Yes, you did tell me that quite a few times tonight already”I replied. He knew that it is not like me to remain so silent, regardless if we are no longer together we managed to salvage a little bit of a friendship. “So,lighten up baby and tell Daddy what you been up to”he said,in a sweet yet demanding voice. “Work and my fitness, nothing major” I said. I wanted to keep my answers short, to the point, so they will not lead to a further..a deeper inquisition.  His response was “okay, I see...you want to play coy with Daddy tonight...it’s all good Sweetie, I know you did not forget...that I know YOU Dream...even when you do not SPEAK...I KNOW what you are thinking”.  Oh really, this motherfucking sex crazed psycho thinks he’s Mista Cleo, my psychic friend now...wow, I thought to myself. And it's not like I had forgotten that I shared almost a decade of my life, with this man. Who happens to be thoroughly trained in law enforcement interrogation...so he knows how to get the answers he seeks without trying.  Soooo, what did I do? I gave him what he needed, a conversation...it was a dry one, but hey it was the least I could do. We talked about my family, the candidates who are running for President and my drastic weight loss...a conversation that should have stopped at the amount that I lost. Now mind you...we did not discuss “his new family” or “his updates” all topics were about MY LIFE. “Tell me Baby, how much weight are you down now” he asked. “Almost 100 pounds” I answered enthusiastically. I think he picked up on how my body language perked up when I spoke on my weight loss. Because my chattiness woke me up and the way he smiled while sipping his glass of Grand Marnier. His sips were long, the grins were devilish and I know he had an erection.

When he finally finished the 2 ounces of liquor he had left, he invited me back to his suite at the Loews Hotel. “Are you joining me for the rest of my evening”is how he asked me. I said “no thank you”at first, but when he grabbed me and forced his tongue down my throat while firmly massaging the rear lower portion of my neck. I felt so much life, yet lifeless in his arms...I was weak. I nodded my head “yes” repeatedly when Daddy asked me again “are you going to follow me back to my room”he slapped my ass and hard after question. “Are you happy to see me”(he smacks my ass)...”do you miss me”he asked and proceeded to slap my butt again.

This man...I mean Daddy...has become very fucking bold. We were outside of the restaurant waiting in the valet area, and patrons were onlooking as he chastised me, in this strange yet sexy manner. One guest had the nerve to yelled out “hey guy, I don’t think you hitting that ass heavy enough”. What in the world, that only encouraged him more. Mista who was slightly tipsy, walks over to the agreeing guest to receive a high five. All I could do was bury my face and shake my hands...this man is a trip!

He was shirtless and wearing basketball shorts when I got to the hotel, I had to stop by the store for some toiletries and a green tea (since I knew that I was going to wind up staying the entire night and I wasn’t sure when I’d make the 45 minute drive back to the suburbs). I was bullshitting at the store, just buying me time...I wanted to think long and hard with myself...was I ready to take on this venture with Mista (again).

At the hotel, there is barely any talking. From the time we met by the elevator until we actually reached the room our hands never left each other bodies. When he opened the room door,he had my bra in hand along with the items I purchased. He placed my things down, and pinned me against the wall. “You know what Daddy has ALWAYS told YOU, that you are mine until we both leave this Earth right? YOU know that I AM right”his voice deepened and seemed more darker (he is in his “Dominant” Dark Vader mode). “Why have you been so distant with Daddy...and why have you been giving away Daddy’s sweet pussy to that chump Sarge”he asked. “Don’t you know that you NEED this big dick right here and ONLY DADDY can give it to YOU just how YOU like”he explained. He then took me to sit on his lap, and he held me as if I was his personal doll. He stroked my hair, inhaled my perfume, and lastly he lifts up my dress to fondle my hard gumdrop nipples.

We are both in this office chair, he is grinding on me and I am holding the arms of the chair wearing only my Giuseppe heels. The lyrics to D’Angelo “How Does It Feel” is playing in my head. My head is swinging right to left, and my body begins to wind back. It was as if we were dancing. Daddy is seated, with a lap full of my ass, he starts to wipe his precum between the crack of my butt cheeks.

He allowed me to remain seated as he danced for me, his sexy body was all I saw in that room. He was moving like an exotic male dancer. The looks that we both exchanged were as if we never met, however, they are ever so sultry that it elicited mutual submission. Daddy slowly stroked his long hard dick for me, he used his control to stop his ejaculation. He came just enough to moisten my lips with the cum. The rest he said “I’m saving the rest of this nutt for my pussy”. The fight in my mind, that I had earlier at the store, was over. I am fully taken in by him.

We fucked and fucked until the sun came up. We went through two sets of linen. The first set, he fucked me so hard that I squirted and peed when I climaxed. The second linens were soaked with a combination of our sweat and cum. I don’t know what was in the food we ate and the drinks he had, but it made both of us sexually intoxicated. I told him it was the fact that I lost so much weight, my pussy shrunk which caused it to be tighter, and the drop in weight caused my sex drive to increase terribly higher. He said “no, we always had high sex drives babe...the weight loss played a small role in it, but our passion is undeniably strong”. He FUCK...was was right “Daddy you know what, you’re right” I had to agree.

I didn’t forget how he has that dick and mind control. The way he is able to stop himself from coming, is the most wondrous thing to witness. Also, I didn’t forget how he meticulously chooses his clothes and his cologne when he’s trying to swoon me. His efforts are like my own when I’m making an impression.

We (I) want you to recall each event of the time spent in (my) our presence, so when you're alone in your thoughts...there is an increased possibility that maybe you’ll be thinking of me.

And that is exactly, what I am doing...I am in the middle of a business brunch with a few colleagues, and I am thinking of Him. I swear the waiter is driving me crazy, not with the service he’s providing...but the Yves Saint Laurent scent has on...Daddy wears it. My legs are closed, but between them holds my pussy that’s dripping wet.

My phone had to be put on silent. I had it on vibrate but he kept sending me text messages “I still love you”....”how are you feeling today Sweetheart”...”when can I see you again”. When I did not reply, it resulted in him sending a video (with a delivery confirmation attached, so he knew I watched it). The video message was him in a suit, camera facing up at him...as he unzipped his pants to tease me with his massive veiny erect penis.

It’s been a few weeks since I’ve spoken to him after our “I miss you sex”/fuck-fest. I refuse to “go there” with him again, not right now. I’ve got a lot of good things going on in my life without him.  One is a million dollar contract on the table and the other is a new love in my life. The jury is still out on the new man, but he does “it” for me.

I must run now, it is my turn to lead the meeting discussion. I got to focus. Time to put my attention elsewhere. Bye for now Diary-I promise to try to compose more often.

Kisses,

~Dream~

The Open Farewell Letter

Dear Bae:

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

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

From My Outbox...Freaky Confession

This morning the lyrics to that Jodeci song (Freek'N You) kept playing in my head as I laid in my bed,next to a pile of pillows..."I wake up feelin so horny....I can't get you outa my mind...sexing you be all I see". So what did I do? I reached for my smartphone&I started to text,I needed some sort of a release. This morning I had a need, to give&get a good mind fuck. So from my head,to my fingertips onto this page. I present my freaky confession,from my outbox:
"Good morning huny bunny,I am in bed thinking of how I want you...I wish at times my hands or body was restrained to the bed and you come pleasure me in anyway you see fit,pour hot wax on my nipples or thighs,then nibble on them&my neck,leaving this nice strand of purple kisses/bruises,you cum on my pedicured toes&force me to lick your nutt off them once you release me...OR...I'm laying in the center of an all white bed&a small pool of olive oil underneath me,I'm covered head to toe in oil, ass glowing&shaking,moving my body in a way,almost like a snake being charmed,my body movements show how badly I want you,you come dick rock hard, your body glowing,two strong pecs,chest like wow&your arms are so defined, looking at you gets me wetter,I clap my ass,grab my ass cheeks,you pull me by my ankles,I slide to you,I turn over,start sucking your dick very hard&deep. You're fingering me while I suck you,my pussy keeps squeezing&releasing,getting wetter on your fingers,you lick three of your fingers when I cum on them. Then you almost cum from my head,cuz I started to vibrate my tongue on your shaft, as I strongly suck you,I lick on the side of your dick where the ball of nutt stopped, you moan&say"yes,Bae,that's it,feel Daddy nutt,it got stuck right there". We both can't take it anymore,my eyes are pleading for you to fuck me,I pinch your pretty pecs, I feel your heart beating out your chest,you push me down on my back&place my feet on your chest. Your dick slides into me,so deep,I try to get up off my back,you push me back down&say"noooo,you wanted this dick,now take alll of it". Uuughh,I scream softly, because it wasn't painful...it was very intense,my pussy throbbed every time you slow yet deep stroke me. My nipples firm,my hands rubbing the sweat from your head,licking the drips from your forehead,your holding one thigh up,you bite it&I slap your butt..the oil underneath us,almost absorbed, a puddle mixture of you,me&sweat. I feel a tingle sensation from your tip,you were about to cum,you stop to suck on my clit, you fuck me with your tongue,felt just like your dick,so divine,your head moving like a rocking chair in mid July. I climax on your tongue,you swallow all of me,pussy still humming, you slide your dick right back in me, only took a few firm stokes&you let it all go, deep inside of me,you release such a big load,it came out spilling into my navel,since there is no immediate rush to get up, you fall asleep, dick still in me, I fell asleep kissing you in your sleep.
"Til my freaky fantasy becomes a reality
~Dream~
©2012 Thick Dream Productions/Ms.Atlanta Thick~Dream~

Aug.28,Dear Diary

Dear Diary:


I got my music on blast this afternoon,listening to,Mia X"I'll Take Ya Man",lol,I know right real gangsta tunes. I had to get hyped today after a really shitty week. Plus, I follow Mia X on twitter,I cannot stop laughing my ass off, at her talking about a lady who "fotted" on the plane,she said it "smelled like chitterlings",just straight ass "fot"lmao. I thought my tweets are interesting,but the celeb tweets are off the chain,especially LiL Mo,omy,she has me laughing on the floor,with her "messy"talk. She play cusses,she is a church diva,entertainer,but will take it to the street on you.
My weekend was totally laid back,spent it at home with the kiddie crew. I had a couple dates during the week. Yeup,I am not one of those chicks who lives for the freakin weekend, do whatever I want during the weekday and weekend,no biggie. 
My dates were not all that,guys are so full of shit,wow-I hate I am slightly clairvoyant,my gift has been working overtime lately. I spent a couple afternoons with an old friend of mine, who claim that he wanted to start dating me. Yawn, heard that one before. He is cool to hang with, has great creative input for my business. But, him as my man,no way...geeesh.
Then I went out with this big greasy nigga,lol,I am sorry,this my diary, so I can say what in the hell I want...right,thank you.  Well,he owns his own business too,so he rolls up in the Mercedes Benz,all cleaned up "for me". I was slightly impressed, until he said,"Mommie wants this don't she,you can have it boo,but we got to put all our money together in one big pot,so we split the pile". My eyes were bugged outa my head listening to this Faizon lookin negro tell me that I would have to give him my money, I make, to divide, man he was tripping. And just because you drive a Benz does not mean that I am going to just surrender my ass to you,hell nah big boy.
All last week, I got some random calls, all from lames. The tenderonie called to see if i would pick him up from work, I declined the ten bucks he offered as gas. I did not want to be bothered with him, and his foolishness. IF he had more than just dick to offer me, I might have entertained picking his string bean ass up, but nahhhh,he cannot get back where he use to be with me. 
Non compliance is the word of the day.....the main reason why I do not allow certain men in my circle. 
I am so waiting for my sweetie,fuck Daddy,or my present love interest to slip up with me. I am not anticipating it, but I can't be naive. I know he is not perfect. I trust him, only when he is in my presence...no different from the rest. 
I only went out with the other two guys because I was bored, I wanted to see what they have been up to, and that is about it. Plus, the Faizon look-a-like filled up my tank cuz, he does stuff like that. The other friend held my camera for a clip I posted on my webpage, harmless. 
My sweetie has a demanding work schedule, flexible only when he wants to do what he wants to do....you feel me. Men easily hide behind their work when someone or something is pulling on them, and for whatever reason they cannot make it...work is always the blame. OR, I love those who have kids and their Baby Moma pulls them every which way because they have a child or two in common. I do have sympathy, somewhat, but kinda hard to pull that card on a woman who cares for more than two children solo...with minimal family support. 
Women are slick,lol,hellooo,I am one,lmao...using the child to dump guilt on the guy because he has to work to provide for his child and sometime that may include overtime, so he misses a recital or a game. I say,ladies, do not be hard on him,there are a lot of fathers who want to be there and cannot or some who have the opportunity, but still choose not to be the active parent. Count your blessings ladies,if he misses a lot of things then yeah, get in his ass, but if he has an legitimate excuse-nothing you can do,but play the role of both parents til things change. I had the life that involved an active father once upon a time,oh so long ago, but he did not work enough hours. Which caused financial strain on the family. Thus, why I had to get out and get my hustle on. He started to hate me, for whatever reason, we fought all the time because he was here all the time, getting in my ass for no damned reason...he became a drunk and I am so glad that part of my life is over, and my children were happy to see us split. 
Anyway,geesh, I lost my focus there for a minute. Had a black woman flash back,lol....you know we think about the negative,never memories of the ex in a positive light. 
LOL-is this what I am like without my Vitamin D,really,wow,I can be a real pain in the ass,wow,I got to get my dick really soon then. I need sex like four times a week, this is the number me and my  pussy has came up with. It has to be fulfilling dammit, not some random shit. Something has got to give, now that I have started back having sex, so soon already,I feel like I am on a fucking schedule, not good, time to switch it up. Saturday fucking only,simply just won't do for me. I require to be sexed more often than a weekend fling. I can go without sex for good lengths, but once I get it, it has to be maintained because if my present partner cannot produce it as needed, he will either get replaced or I cut off sex entirely, to regroup and try months later. 
I was so angry with my sweetie recently, but I kept my feelings to myself, but its so time to release those emotions. Either I write about it or we have angry sex, and that has not happened because when I see him...his face makes me happy...I forget why I was angry in the first place.
Like I said, last week was really shitty, and I really needed him my friend and lover to come by and see me. Schedule did not permit it, but still...I told him I am like a spoil brat when it comes to my time....grrrrr. I am pouting as I wrote this,yes, I am....lips poked out, eyes droopy,as a matter of fact my eyes are watery, like I am about to cry. I am horrible, yes I know. 
I am now playing "I want your sex" by George Michael...shaking my hips,wearing nothing but some a pair of hipsters and a tank. I wish I was riding his dick while singing/dancing to this song,high energy. (SIGH)
Ha, I am such the succubus, I told him that, so he better watch out. I cannot wait til we do everything on my checklist,lol,starting with a role play session. I am going to show him how differently I treat him verse these other MF'ers that have had a chance to be in my presence. 
The next thing on my list is to get fucked facing the city of Atlanta. Yes at a luxury hotel, on the balcony or windows wide open and I/we want to do a live sex cam show. He wants to sex me while others are viewing, oh that is so easy to do. I want him to "show off" to my wana be's, fans, admirers, and groupies. They will so envy him, and I will enjoy every moment of it. 
Well, let me wrap up this writing, off to the next page,I have to rant a lil bit more.
Kisses to you,
~Dream~