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~
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Dear Diary,August 14
Dear Diary:
Its Sunday morning and the kiddies are all gone to Mothers for the day. I am fresh out of the tub, had to soak my body. Its been awhile since I was able to just sit and soak in a hot tub of water without no interruptions.
I am in bed listening to Xscape "Tonight" first song that came to mind when I woke up this morning. The full moon from last night left its glow on me. You should see the grimace on my face, my eye's are greener than ever, my hips feel like jewels. I cannot help but get out my bed and slow wind to the music.
After another night of passion and pleasure, the lust is running heavy in my veins today. Last night full moon sex was very magical. I felt like howling at the moon due to going a week without my Vitamin "D".
When he walked through the door, I felt a rush, I almost stumbled in my stiletto's walking toward him in a short sexy contemporary dress....wearing no panties underneath. (Yes, I was looking for trouble.) I wanted to rip his shirt off him then work my way down to his waist, using only my teeth to maneuver his clothing off his caramel body. I held back, I had to model about for a lil bit....you know, the Diva in me, had to show off the goodies before we indulged.
Besides if I had touched him, I knew that I would not be able to change into something a lot more provocative. I had promised that I would wear my fishnet body stocking for him this time, so I had to hold back a week's worth of desire.
The body stocking added to the arousal tremendously. He enjoyed it, I enjoyed receiving what he gave me. I knew he wanted to get a little more rough with me. I was mentally preparing myself for the moment where he turned into this beast, but he confirmed what I had suspected..."I had to catch myself"he calmed down for me,he said. I was willing to take anything that he was serving, that was just how horny I was.
Now usually, I am the Dominatrix Dream when I am wearing the body stocking. But for some odd reason, I allowed him to take over me.
Our minds and body were encapsulated, the universe was ours. The sex is extraordinary, nothing like I have ever had.
The mental connection is super cool to intellectual and the physical attraction is powerful yet contained (my only fear is, what will happen when its fully unleashed, will it be like a paranormal experience....I warrant its presence).
When he inserted his dick in me, my body shivered from sure pleasure. My nipples peaked even harder. I held onto the back of his head, licked at his lips,soft as petals. As he slow stroked my pussy, I felt the electricity...very intense, like I had stuck my finger into a light socket....a lil pain, but a lot of pleasure, although it hurt....I had to repeat because it felt so damned good.
I held back my tears of happiness, spread open my thick thighs to feel every movement. I grabbed at his muscular thighs, and firm buttocks as my pussy opened to compensate his growth.
He gave me a half neck full of roses, I wanted more...harder and deeper into the skin. They make pretty presents to look upon later in the week when I am craving more. All I have to do is touch my neck, the sensation comes and makes me wet instantly.
I am gently touching my clit, wishing it was his tongue gracefully tasting me. He has the art of oral sex mastered;however, he does not top my Certification in Seduction and my PhD in Fellatio. I spoiled him with chocolate Redi-Whip and my reverse extreme suction. I showed him how much I had appreciated the time and thought that he has put into me. I sucked his big strong black dick down to his chocolate covered balls. My tongue massaged his perineum, I would have went further, but I wanted to make sure he was okay with it. Retrospectively,he would have let me stick my tongue into his ass. He is just that open minded, next time....my tongue will venture further.
We changed the sheets, made the bed, and still messed up my $300 comforter. I skeeted through the top blanket onto the comforter down to the freshly changed linens. My snapper pussy was squirting all over that caramel cock. I had him convulsing with this orgasm, his dick just would not stop cuming.
I stood with my hands on my hips, all I could do is shake my head....I wanted to say "well,well,well,now what...who are u again,and where did you come from,and take me to your leader"lol. Instead, I kept silent and took my third shower of the evening. I sung in the shower, not one broken note and smiled like the Cheshire cat.
Daddy cock had conquered the pussy once again, hands down.....he did that. My "feathers" were fluffed too, my stance is perfect and my ass is radiating. Two ego's were majorly stroked,so full,there was no room for anyone else. He left with the usual, a deep tongue kiss and hug good night. But last night, this roosters' chest was swollen more than normally. Because he knew that he gave his hummingbird what she needed to have a good night of quality sleep.
Hummmm.....but my eye's are still greener than ever, I batted them when I closed the door. See, its that look and smile combination that seals my Dream magic. Along with letting him know he is greatly appreciated and its all about him when he is with me, one of my secrets to keep him wanting more. I do want him as much as he wants me,I have my moments throughout the day, but I contain myself by getting occupied with other duties. I have to, in order to ward off the festering sexy thoughts of him.
Now I am playing "Softest Place on Earth" by Xscape, ready to cum.
Good bye for now
Kisses to you,
~Dream~
Its Sunday morning and the kiddies are all gone to Mothers for the day. I am fresh out of the tub, had to soak my body. Its been awhile since I was able to just sit and soak in a hot tub of water without no interruptions.
I am in bed listening to Xscape "Tonight" first song that came to mind when I woke up this morning. The full moon from last night left its glow on me. You should see the grimace on my face, my eye's are greener than ever, my hips feel like jewels. I cannot help but get out my bed and slow wind to the music.
After another night of passion and pleasure, the lust is running heavy in my veins today. Last night full moon sex was very magical. I felt like howling at the moon due to going a week without my Vitamin "D".
When he walked through the door, I felt a rush, I almost stumbled in my stiletto's walking toward him in a short sexy contemporary dress....wearing no panties underneath. (Yes, I was looking for trouble.) I wanted to rip his shirt off him then work my way down to his waist, using only my teeth to maneuver his clothing off his caramel body. I held back, I had to model about for a lil bit....you know, the Diva in me, had to show off the goodies before we indulged.
Besides if I had touched him, I knew that I would not be able to change into something a lot more provocative. I had promised that I would wear my fishnet body stocking for him this time, so I had to hold back a week's worth of desire.
The body stocking added to the arousal tremendously. He enjoyed it, I enjoyed receiving what he gave me. I knew he wanted to get a little more rough with me. I was mentally preparing myself for the moment where he turned into this beast, but he confirmed what I had suspected..."I had to catch myself"he calmed down for me,he said. I was willing to take anything that he was serving, that was just how horny I was.
Now usually, I am the Dominatrix Dream when I am wearing the body stocking. But for some odd reason, I allowed him to take over me.
Our minds and body were encapsulated, the universe was ours. The sex is extraordinary, nothing like I have ever had.
The mental connection is super cool to intellectual and the physical attraction is powerful yet contained (my only fear is, what will happen when its fully unleashed, will it be like a paranormal experience....I warrant its presence).
When he inserted his dick in me, my body shivered from sure pleasure. My nipples peaked even harder. I held onto the back of his head, licked at his lips,soft as petals. As he slow stroked my pussy, I felt the electricity...very intense, like I had stuck my finger into a light socket....a lil pain, but a lot of pleasure, although it hurt....I had to repeat because it felt so damned good.
I held back my tears of happiness, spread open my thick thighs to feel every movement. I grabbed at his muscular thighs, and firm buttocks as my pussy opened to compensate his growth.
He gave me a half neck full of roses, I wanted more...harder and deeper into the skin. They make pretty presents to look upon later in the week when I am craving more. All I have to do is touch my neck, the sensation comes and makes me wet instantly.
I am gently touching my clit, wishing it was his tongue gracefully tasting me. He has the art of oral sex mastered;however, he does not top my Certification in Seduction and my PhD in Fellatio. I spoiled him with chocolate Redi-Whip and my reverse extreme suction. I showed him how much I had appreciated the time and thought that he has put into me. I sucked his big strong black dick down to his chocolate covered balls. My tongue massaged his perineum, I would have went further, but I wanted to make sure he was okay with it. Retrospectively,he would have let me stick my tongue into his ass. He is just that open minded, next time....my tongue will venture further.
We changed the sheets, made the bed, and still messed up my $300 comforter. I skeeted through the top blanket onto the comforter down to the freshly changed linens. My snapper pussy was squirting all over that caramel cock. I had him convulsing with this orgasm, his dick just would not stop cuming.
I stood with my hands on my hips, all I could do is shake my head....I wanted to say "well,well,well,now what...who are u again,and where did you come from,and take me to your leader"lol. Instead, I kept silent and took my third shower of the evening. I sung in the shower, not one broken note and smiled like the Cheshire cat.
Daddy cock had conquered the pussy once again, hands down.....he did that. My "feathers" were fluffed too, my stance is perfect and my ass is radiating. Two ego's were majorly stroked,so full,there was no room for anyone else. He left with the usual, a deep tongue kiss and hug good night. But last night, this roosters' chest was swollen more than normally. Because he knew that he gave his hummingbird what she needed to have a good night of quality sleep.
Hummmm.....but my eye's are still greener than ever, I batted them when I closed the door. See, its that look and smile combination that seals my Dream magic. Along with letting him know he is greatly appreciated and its all about him when he is with me, one of my secrets to keep him wanting more. I do want him as much as he wants me,I have my moments throughout the day, but I contain myself by getting occupied with other duties. I have to, in order to ward off the festering sexy thoughts of him.
Now I am playing "Softest Place on Earth" by Xscape, ready to cum.
Good bye for now
Kisses to you,
~Dream~
Monday, August 8, 2011
Dear Diary,August 8
Dear Diary:
Today I am in super sexy single Mommy mode. I am cleaning up and responding to messages, ignoring some stupidness coming my inbox.
I cannot believe the things that men will try to get my attention. Unbelievable, but all bullshit because they just want to fuck...lol,duh. Some are honest with their intentions,but others want to buy their way between my legs. From the teller at the bank who insulted me by offering me $40 for some sex,I think oral only...but still,WTF...if I was in the business of selling my goodies straight up, it would not be that cheap. Yes, the phone got hung up on that one.
My stalker fan is trying everything to get at me, he offered to put gas in my truck yesterday and has been blowing my phone up....I guess whenever I decide to pick up he will be satisfied. He thinks that he wants me as his girlfriend, nah...he can never be my man, and he knows why. I will never sleep with him,the opportunity he had with me is long gone. Some men, I swear cannot take rejection,they are worse than women. Geesh,its Atlanta there are plenty women here,so stop the bitchassness.
My Xman, Mr. TakeOver brother, he has been calling me to see when I am going to allow him back in my life. I have told him over and over that we can be friends,that is about it. He is having a hard time understanding that too. This morning he proposed that i allow him to come over and let him lay up in my bed and suck on my tits. He then reminded me how I use to suck his dick all day when I was on my period. Like really,lol...my reply"dude,those days are so long gone". I have given him a chance to get back with me, but he wants it back the same way it was, like nothing ever happen. That is just not possible. He and I would have to be in an open relationship because he cheats too damn much. And expects me to act peachy, like his wifey....cook, clean, do porn with only him....hell no. The sex with him is ok,but last time was not all that. I paid for the hotel room, and gave him gas money to get home,I told him I pretty much tricked off with him,lol. Plus he does not do anything spectacular in the bedroom...he does the same old shit,lol...from the back...legs up in his chest,in the buck,and wants head...like that is sooo boring. Compared to what I am getting served with now,WOW,major upgrade.
Yesterday my Xman,the former live-in, talked about my present situation...guess he read the blog from yesterday,lol...he is all jealous and was yelling at me. Yes, he was yelling at me...hell, I do not know how we got on the subject of what I am doing and who I am doing it with. This nigga got straight nasty with me. I hung up the phone, like who in the hell are you...damn near impotent ass,Captain Broke Dick. Broke in the pockets and in the pants,lol,I am serious. He got amnesia about the shit he pulled when he was "the man" hitting this, he was not concerned about a whole lot of shit, like he claims to be concerned about now. And he can keep the money I loaned to him, I will write that shit off....charge it to the game.
My former ball player friend commented to me,"no wonder you cannot come drink from my stream, you drinking from that new fountain,you always flaking out on me". I had to correct him because fuck Daddy does not live in west hell Douglasville,we live in the same county. Also, I gave that character a chance to have a piece of me, but he is hella busy with coaching, kids and his landscaping business. So whatever,try again buddy.
I am still on my bullshit free diet,feeling good. I do not have to deal with the offerings of dick and cash. Those who are going to do for me will,without me having to fuck them, and they have my Bank of America account number to do so. Local folks who really want to bless me with gifts,do it without expectations...if you think you will get me in return, think again. A tank of gas is not an even exchange for some of my ass or time.
I do not see the big rush,lol,you had what years to get with me and years to do right by me,this is nothing new.
Hell, i am still laughing at my Xman Mr.TakeOver,he asked"can I be the first person to get your pussy after you get off your period",lmao! I started to sing the lyrics to "Creep Inn"by Ideal...."Meet me at the creep inn We can spend the weekend I got what you’re seeking"....LOL,I am so not going back to that drama man or any of the others who had their chance. I am looking forward.
What these men fail to realize, they think that its flattering or whatever that I allow them into my "world" to which they have access to my online social networks. I just want them to see where I am going, far beyond where they could ever take me.
Today I am in super sexy single Mommy mode. I am cleaning up and responding to messages, ignoring some stupidness coming my inbox.
I cannot believe the things that men will try to get my attention. Unbelievable, but all bullshit because they just want to fuck...lol,duh. Some are honest with their intentions,but others want to buy their way between my legs. From the teller at the bank who insulted me by offering me $40 for some sex,I think oral only...but still,WTF...if I was in the business of selling my goodies straight up, it would not be that cheap. Yes, the phone got hung up on that one.
My stalker fan is trying everything to get at me, he offered to put gas in my truck yesterday and has been blowing my phone up....I guess whenever I decide to pick up he will be satisfied. He thinks that he wants me as his girlfriend, nah...he can never be my man, and he knows why. I will never sleep with him,the opportunity he had with me is long gone. Some men, I swear cannot take rejection,they are worse than women. Geesh,its Atlanta there are plenty women here,so stop the bitchassness.
My Xman, Mr. TakeOver brother, he has been calling me to see when I am going to allow him back in my life. I have told him over and over that we can be friends,that is about it. He is having a hard time understanding that too. This morning he proposed that i allow him to come over and let him lay up in my bed and suck on my tits. He then reminded me how I use to suck his dick all day when I was on my period. Like really,lol...my reply"dude,those days are so long gone". I have given him a chance to get back with me, but he wants it back the same way it was, like nothing ever happen. That is just not possible. He and I would have to be in an open relationship because he cheats too damn much. And expects me to act peachy, like his wifey....cook, clean, do porn with only him....hell no. The sex with him is ok,but last time was not all that. I paid for the hotel room, and gave him gas money to get home,I told him I pretty much tricked off with him,lol. Plus he does not do anything spectacular in the bedroom...he does the same old shit,lol...from the back...legs up in his chest,in the buck,and wants head...like that is sooo boring. Compared to what I am getting served with now,WOW,major upgrade.
Yesterday my Xman,the former live-in, talked about my present situation...guess he read the blog from yesterday,lol...he is all jealous and was yelling at me. Yes, he was yelling at me...hell, I do not know how we got on the subject of what I am doing and who I am doing it with. This nigga got straight nasty with me. I hung up the phone, like who in the hell are you...damn near impotent ass,Captain Broke Dick. Broke in the pockets and in the pants,lol,I am serious. He got amnesia about the shit he pulled when he was "the man" hitting this, he was not concerned about a whole lot of shit, like he claims to be concerned about now. And he can keep the money I loaned to him, I will write that shit off....charge it to the game.
My former ball player friend commented to me,"no wonder you cannot come drink from my stream, you drinking from that new fountain,you always flaking out on me". I had to correct him because fuck Daddy does not live in west hell Douglasville,we live in the same county. Also, I gave that character a chance to have a piece of me, but he is hella busy with coaching, kids and his landscaping business. So whatever,try again buddy.
I am still on my bullshit free diet,feeling good. I do not have to deal with the offerings of dick and cash. Those who are going to do for me will,without me having to fuck them, and they have my Bank of America account number to do so. Local folks who really want to bless me with gifts,do it without expectations...if you think you will get me in return, think again. A tank of gas is not an even exchange for some of my ass or time.
I do not see the big rush,lol,you had what years to get with me and years to do right by me,this is nothing new.
Hell, i am still laughing at my Xman Mr.TakeOver,he asked"can I be the first person to get your pussy after you get off your period",lmao! I started to sing the lyrics to "Creep Inn"by Ideal...."Meet me at the creep inn We can spend the weekend I got what you’re seeking"....LOL,I am so not going back to that drama man or any of the others who had their chance. I am looking forward.
What these men fail to realize, they think that its flattering or whatever that I allow them into my "world" to which they have access to my online social networks. I just want them to see where I am going, far beyond where they could ever take me.
Sunday, August 7, 2011
Dear Diary,August 7
Dear Diary:
I am laying in bed reminiscing about last night. The sheets smell like him,more like him and I on a high. The sex was outstanding and the feeling I get from just thinking about him is incredible.
Seeing him fuck me in the mirror last night was ever so freaky, I liked it a lot. The look he gave me was like he was about to eat me alive. He stares into my soul. When we have sex it fulfills my entire being. I cannot stop thinking about the feeling he gives me. He does not have to touch me, our sexting is very intellectual, hyper powered stimulating conversation. I like that he can keep up with my appetite....mentally and sexually. Its almost frightening, lol, I almost want to say that I have met my match.
From the first time our eyes met we have had a strong attraction for each other. It was contained yet,if you could peel back one layer, you would see the wilderness running through our minds.
I was afraid to kiss him because kissing to me is just as powerful as sex. It exchanges the energy between the two even quicker. His energy is something I wanted,I now need. I crave him, he craves me. I want to call him a caramel lust and I am his thick dream.
I do not dream, but I dreamed of last night before it actually happened. My dream was very vivid, i could taste and smell him. And the dream was accurate, his scent was exactly how I imagined and his head was positioned where I had envisioned, on my bosoms. My hand massaged his head slow, applying gentle kisses to his forehead, while he stroked slow and deep.
Its amazing that I can stand to have him eat me the way he does, usually I cannot take oral sex nor have I been able to receive it correctly. He is far from the usual. The puddle that he makes from eating my pussy, he licks it up and kisses it back into my mouth. Yummy.
My pussy throbs whenever he is near me, it jumps like a frog is inside of my vagina. He enjoys seeing her on his veiny dick, We both love to feel him grow inside of me with slow deep strokes.
I am closing my eyes, I can see his ass bouncing in the mirror. Looked like he was doing some exotic dance, precision with each stroke. I wanted to bite his ass, he has a very cute butt,lol. He is always complimenting me,"your sexy ass"....my ass, he is very fond of indeed. His tongue went into my crack, I squealed and giggled like a little girl. I smiled at the vision in my mirror.
This is truly a first for me, a man that gives me everything without me having to piece him together with another. How he fucks my mind has my pussy contracting, my medulla wet and anxious but patient. The wait heightens the arousal. When we are face to face, there is no immediate rush to touch or grab. The attraction is strong, so we ease into the groove of each meeting. A slight touch to the arm or a brush on my ass, very simple yet the energy behind each touch electrifying. The kiss is extreme, its like watching a movie on fast forward. The rush is far more invigorating than any drug. I can see,taste, sense the events of his day, he gives me all of the good and bad from it. I recycle it and give it back to him, clean positive energy.
A few hours with him seems like minutes, not a dull moment, his is very attentive. Whatever I ask, I receive it, not half ass...given back a hundred and ten percent. I know, its kinda scary, being this open. At first, I felt vulnerable like a lil lamb chop and he is the hungry hunter. Now I see, I am just as hungry as he. He fills my appetite to where I can burst and go to sleep for an entire day. And in my slumber my body will still be moving from the sensual sex. He has shared that I come to him in his dreams, I concur, he is stalking mine too now.
The first time we had sex, I cried like a baby. I felt like such a bitchass for doing such. He made no big fuss about it, and reassured me it was okay. It was then I knew that he was special and this was something to be cherished, not abused or exploited. He has given me the power to control the dynamics of this,whatever it is. Most would take advantage, but not I. I will use my "key"as needed.
I feel so stupid for depriving myself from pleasure all this time. Maybe this is just me playing make up,idk. I enjoy every last minute of it,lol. I am never depriving myself again in this life from the desire that I deserve. Yes, there are many streams that I could drink from but right now, I am stuck at this fountain....getting my thirst uninhibitedly quenched. Damn, it feels so good. You should see the look in my eye right now,the same look that I give him when he is front and inside of me. Him being in me, has elicited a glow that others wished they were able to ignite....and others wish they could extinguish the inferno we have created.
Good luck I say because this type of force is very hard to darken. My only advice to the admirers and wana be's....become an onlooker and enjoy the view what human nature has gifted me with. A cotton candy web of ecstasy, passion, and realness within a person I can be open with-a true friend.
Kisses to you,
~Dream~
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Dream Atmosphere
As I stand on top of this planet
This Dream universe
I inhale the emissions
From the exosphere
I cough, become light headed
I almost choke, on the debris
With my watery eyes set
The horizon appears hazy
As I glaze out into the vast opening
I feel something is missing
There's something in the darkness that I seek
Is it God
I don't think, He's the only one who hears me speak
Or is it Cupid
I do not know, He and I our relationship lately hasn't been consistent
Could it be the fond memories of what real love feels like
From friends and family?
What is in this massive abyss that's calling upon me?
I am drawn to it
Maybe it's death
Disguised as a comforting place
I don't know what it is
I must resist the pseudo sense of happiness
That its eliciting
I can't help but listen to it
The voice is calming
Almost as consoling as Mother's warm embrace into her bosom
Just as relaxing, when he climaxes,dick pulsating,inside of me, from a very powerful orgasm
The tone is very deceitful
Advising me, reminding me of the lies and empty promises
From those who claimed to have loved me
Those who forsaken me
A fuzzy flashback was shown to me
Of various backstabbings
This gatekeeper to the darkness
Has promised me everything
From fortune to fame
Infinite love to eternal unity
The catch is to live in solitary
Become recluse but produce yourself as needed
Undecided
Unsure what to do
I'm stuck in purgatory
For now,I equate interaction as disappointment and lies
Seclusion,equals rewarding,yet missing the human touch
Undecided, I shall sleep,doing only what is required of me to do
That voice will be calling upon me soon
Tonight I will adhere to its commands,pushing ignore when your call comes through.
This Dream universe
I inhale the emissions
From the exosphere
I cough, become light headed
I almost choke, on the debris
With my watery eyes set
The horizon appears hazy
As I glaze out into the vast opening
I feel something is missing
There's something in the darkness that I seek
Is it God
I don't think, He's the only one who hears me speak
Or is it Cupid
I do not know, He and I our relationship lately hasn't been consistent
Could it be the fond memories of what real love feels like
From friends and family?
What is in this massive abyss that's calling upon me?
I am drawn to it
Maybe it's death
Disguised as a comforting place
I don't know what it is
I must resist the pseudo sense of happiness
That its eliciting
I can't help but listen to it
The voice is calming
Almost as consoling as Mother's warm embrace into her bosom
Just as relaxing, when he climaxes,dick pulsating,inside of me, from a very powerful orgasm
The tone is very deceitful
Advising me, reminding me of the lies and empty promises
From those who claimed to have loved me
Those who forsaken me
A fuzzy flashback was shown to me
Of various backstabbings
This gatekeeper to the darkness
Has promised me everything
From fortune to fame
Infinite love to eternal unity
The catch is to live in solitary
Become recluse but produce yourself as needed
Undecided
Unsure what to do
I'm stuck in purgatory
For now,I equate interaction as disappointment and lies
Seclusion,equals rewarding,yet missing the human touch
Undecided, I shall sleep,doing only what is required of me to do
That voice will be calling upon me soon
Tonight I will adhere to its commands,pushing ignore when your call comes through.
Monday, July 4, 2011
Dear Diary,July 4th,2011
Dear Diary:
Today is a holiday and I woke up way early,I have no plans today. I did the cook out thing yesterday with my homegirl and her family. It was nice to be surrounded by real folk, these people never met me in their life yet they extended the greatest kindness to me and my children. Also, they invited me to become part of their family. I was happy inside and out, to hear that. My family isn't as big, they live right around the corner, and do not speak to me. Sad but true, I manage. I have no problem creating a world without those who tend to use and hurt me. I am very good at that.
Fortunately, I do not rely on other people to make me happy. I have to make myself happier on other levels. Its not always in a sexual form. Providing for my family, brings much satisfaction to me. Having a good heart, I believe is the key to happiness and less stress.
This new no bullshit diet I am on is awesome. I totally enjoy telling the time wasting men who text and call me to bug off. They do not buy or rent my content. They talk my ear off about their fantasies about me. They all allege that they are "real friends" and "not like other guys"sure,sure George,heard that one before. You are no different than a fan, you just want to fuck,let's keep it real.
I really am amused by the men who think I am impressed with their cars,or economic status,none of that shit phases me. Wow,how bitchass they get when they get a "no" from me,like "fat bitch,who are you to turn me down"lmao! Reality check guy, I am Dream and I am not a regular chick,you got me fucked up.com,lol....I am so not a lowly fat chick who jumps at (give it up the first night&get ass for FREE) dinner nights. I am not the one.
I have no time for crazy male drama crap, I am focusing on new innovative ways to make money. Creativity and success is all I eat and breathe. Sexuality, and being provocative is just part of the gumbo.
My Captain Save Em days are over,fellas trying to step to me,better have their shit together. I am not speaking of his FICO score,nor how his 401K is vested,and how many pairs of Jordan's he own. I am talking about his mind&heart composition,and have simple stuff like his own car and place for starters. That is not too much to ask. Because a guy can fuck til sunrise, but if he does not have his own,its not a good combo for a woman who does. And a man who is financially stable does not mean he's a prize catch,especially if he has a fucked up personality.
My kind of guy is laid back,not too uptight. He's the kind of guy who I can joke with and share my fears with. He's not a horn dog, he is sexual but not all about getting the pussy. He is a gentleman, he is genuinely concerned for me. He respects the fact that I have cut back on the wifely privileges because he wants to earn them. He isn't worried about my occupation or my past, he wants to be my future.
When sex with him does occur, its something cherished. I am not treated like those before me. He takes his time with the seduction. He makes sure I am pleased to the utmost. He puts in work, his tongue is the guide. He's not lead solely by his dick, his mind assist in seducing me. He learns all my pleasure spots,without asking. He nibbles on my neck,massages the knots out of my back,rubs on my booty just a little. His sweet kisses are impeccable, they make me wet as the mere thought of him.
When I am with him, I feel helpless like a child, as the spider to the fly. Yet, I am the Queen bumble bee, and He-the spider. The big booty bee, frozen in the fetal position, he puts his venom deep in me. Immobile like a coma patient, I want to move,but I cannot. I want to ride his well hung dick. I want to cum all over it. I wish I could take the lead,but I can't,I enjoy his power over me.
That is the man of my~Dreams~.
Happy 4th of July!
Today is a holiday and I woke up way early,I have no plans today. I did the cook out thing yesterday with my homegirl and her family. It was nice to be surrounded by real folk, these people never met me in their life yet they extended the greatest kindness to me and my children. Also, they invited me to become part of their family. I was happy inside and out, to hear that. My family isn't as big, they live right around the corner, and do not speak to me. Sad but true, I manage. I have no problem creating a world without those who tend to use and hurt me. I am very good at that.
Fortunately, I do not rely on other people to make me happy. I have to make myself happier on other levels. Its not always in a sexual form. Providing for my family, brings much satisfaction to me. Having a good heart, I believe is the key to happiness and less stress.
This new no bullshit diet I am on is awesome. I totally enjoy telling the time wasting men who text and call me to bug off. They do not buy or rent my content. They talk my ear off about their fantasies about me. They all allege that they are "real friends" and "not like other guys"sure,sure George,heard that one before. You are no different than a fan, you just want to fuck,let's keep it real.
I really am amused by the men who think I am impressed with their cars,or economic status,none of that shit phases me. Wow,how bitchass they get when they get a "no" from me,like "fat bitch,who are you to turn me down"lmao! Reality check guy, I am Dream and I am not a regular chick,you got me fucked up.com,lol....I am so not a lowly fat chick who jumps at (give it up the first night&get ass for FREE) dinner nights. I am not the one.
I have no time for crazy male drama crap, I am focusing on new innovative ways to make money. Creativity and success is all I eat and breathe. Sexuality, and being provocative is just part of the gumbo.
My Captain Save Em days are over,fellas trying to step to me,better have their shit together. I am not speaking of his FICO score,nor how his 401K is vested,and how many pairs of Jordan's he own. I am talking about his mind&heart composition,and have simple stuff like his own car and place for starters. That is not too much to ask. Because a guy can fuck til sunrise, but if he does not have his own,its not a good combo for a woman who does. And a man who is financially stable does not mean he's a prize catch,especially if he has a fucked up personality.
My kind of guy is laid back,not too uptight. He's the kind of guy who I can joke with and share my fears with. He's not a horn dog, he is sexual but not all about getting the pussy. He is a gentleman, he is genuinely concerned for me. He respects the fact that I have cut back on the wifely privileges because he wants to earn them. He isn't worried about my occupation or my past, he wants to be my future.
When sex with him does occur, its something cherished. I am not treated like those before me. He takes his time with the seduction. He makes sure I am pleased to the utmost. He puts in work, his tongue is the guide. He's not lead solely by his dick, his mind assist in seducing me. He learns all my pleasure spots,without asking. He nibbles on my neck,massages the knots out of my back,rubs on my booty just a little. His sweet kisses are impeccable, they make me wet as the mere thought of him.
When I am with him, I feel helpless like a child, as the spider to the fly. Yet, I am the Queen bumble bee, and He-the spider. The big booty bee, frozen in the fetal position, he puts his venom deep in me. Immobile like a coma patient, I want to move,but I cannot. I want to ride his well hung dick. I want to cum all over it. I wish I could take the lead,but I can't,I enjoy his power over me.
That is the man of my~Dreams~.
Happy 4th of July!
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Dear Diary,June21.2011
Dear Diary:
I am up early this morning,on this official first day of summer. I have a few hours to play without a child of mine in sight,wow-a rare occasion, so why not write something.
My Blackberry is on silent, I had my V8,so I feel like I am on the top of the world this morning. No, I did not wake up to some morning wood. My mind is not bogged down with stress, and my heart is not heavy with trouble. I feel lighter this week due to cutting off some family members that were taking advantage of my kindness. Yes,sometimes its family not those in the streets who fuck you over.
Although my heart is not heavy, I am pondering a few characters and one individual in my life. I guess the easiest way I was told to deal with something, is to break it down to the simplest form...so I will do that this morning one by one.
Let's see who shall I pick apart first? LOL......ok,I will start with my Xmen,the characters that they are. Typical assholes and jerks, yup-you had me,so why concern yourself with what or whom I am doing now. IDK-nosy....curious,either way they are back to fan status,no more chances with me.
My Xman I named "Hostile"aka "Mr.Take Over Brother"he is being salty because I shared that I was involved with someone younger than himself,this stopped his stalker calls at 4am, and he quit begging to come spend the weekend to lay up and do absolutely nothing. He's being childish, I offered my friendship minus the sex,but I guess he cannot be a man and accept that...oh well.
Next there is my last Xman "Mr"he&I are amicable for the most still,but he is jealous I am back dating, I believe he was happy when I was moping over him, and building a wall up for anybody who came at me. I woke up to a text message from him sent at 2am, he tried to slick say I was too close to comfy with my next door neighbor. Guess he thinks I am doing him or was creeping with him when he was living with me. Um hell no,sad he thinks I am that type of woman and besides the neighbor is so not my type. By the way,he's not shared that he is involved with someone yet because he STILL wants to appear like he is the "good guy"working and not paying women no attention. He truly thinks, I am a fool. Its all good because we know that he left Atlanta to be with another woman or took one to Texas with him.
Moving along to the Tenderonie, OMG-this guy is truly a fucking work of art. A liar, and he flexed on Facebook about a hook up I was going to give him,and I revoked that upon reading the post. I have to HAVE to divulge his real age,omy I know its horrible, I hate to even write it....23! That tall string bean is only 23, I found out when he was speaking with a business associate of mine who happens to also be in the music production industry as well. He told me he was 26,that was still cutting it close,but damn 23,that is only 8years older than my oldest child. Yes, the thrill is gone. He flex on Facebook and on other things too, then lied about his age. Major strikes and a turn off. WTF can he do for me besides sling some dick?!
Yesterday Tenderonie called to ask can he come by and chill with me today because he needed to escape. Why is that? Why me? I know that I have said "come to this oasis,this island of me"but damn,that erotic poetic proclamation was not for the random man. That saying I came up with was clearly for my lover and my man. I am not a refuge for wayward men. I know my name is "Dream",but damn. I've already blocked his number,but he can text me. I have said that I am not having sex any longer til my birthday,ok...so what, I was not direct by saying "I am no longer sleeping with you".
I just figured out why I was not direct with my last message to the Tenderonie. I do not want to hurt him by saying I don't want his dick no more, I do not care what he is going through because he brought on this particular situation,and he is grown.
Lastly, I have someone else who say he's interested in me. He and I were suppose to attend the Braves game together last week,but my hectic family life put the brakes on that date night. I hated to cancel on him, I really want to date him,but I feel I am being apprehensive. He's a analyzer, that can be a good and bad thing. Often guys like that read stuff totally wrong, and trying to figure me out and the dynamics of my occupation will drive him nuts. He claims he can handle it, and wants a relationship with the "real" me,he likes the chick in front of the camera, but wants to know the woman,the MILF-the "real"me. That is fine, but I did explain to him that I am harder on the men who know me online and especially if you have seen me naked before meeting me in person.
I like him, not too crazy about the fact he is from Decatur and he has a big dick that I cannot touch til I get to know who he really is. (I've met his representative,now I want to meet the real him.)
Oh yeah, I felt that monster dick of his on my thigh when he surprised me with a hug then a kiss. He is a great kisser, my lips were very comfortable against his.
I am scared,that kiss gave me some powerful energy. The sexual energy I sense with him is very intense, very scary. I got to remain calm, date him, and let things happen naturally. It sucks that he is fully in the know of who I am, he knows how sexual of a person I can be. On the contrary, that is not all I am about, so I must take my time with him, I want him for my own. That is so selfish of me, but I want my name all over his dick, and no I do not want to share him with anyone....maybe his employer, and family-that is about it.
Like I do not give a fuck about the Tenderonie, and damn all my Xmen-this new crush, I want to be deemed "Property of Dream". I want my name...real and persona tatt'd on his neck or back,lol....I am so serious.com.
I made such a selfish statement to him,maybe it was the Mojitos talking,but I told him that I wanted him and I to go get tested before we had sex. BECAUSE I want to feel all of him no barriers, I want free range to do anything with him and he can do likewise. Hot damn, I am getting wet just thinking about it.
Wait hold up,back to reality I have got to get to know him first. I researched our Zodiac signs, not a good pair, but fuck it I am going to try it out anyway. I am going to date him the traditional way, everything should be cool. Long as I start "acting" like I want a relationship,lol...my homeboy told me I wasn't....and as long as he doesn't have any game in these beginning stages-we are double cool;however,if I detect an ounce of game, I am yielding and taking another course of action. I won't dismiss him,just change the outcome.
Its hard being my man because I do like communication, quality time, but I do not like being smothered-I like an equal balance of all,I so do not like initiating sex or anything ALL the damn time...I know men are not mind readers, but shit I am simple-I want time spent,I want my time away from you, and I want sex with only you....get's no easier than that.
Let's see if he can get it right.
Kisses to you,
~Dream~
I am up early this morning,on this official first day of summer. I have a few hours to play without a child of mine in sight,wow-a rare occasion, so why not write something.
My Blackberry is on silent, I had my V8,so I feel like I am on the top of the world this morning. No, I did not wake up to some morning wood. My mind is not bogged down with stress, and my heart is not heavy with trouble. I feel lighter this week due to cutting off some family members that were taking advantage of my kindness. Yes,sometimes its family not those in the streets who fuck you over.
Although my heart is not heavy, I am pondering a few characters and one individual in my life. I guess the easiest way I was told to deal with something, is to break it down to the simplest form...so I will do that this morning one by one.
Let's see who shall I pick apart first? LOL......ok,I will start with my Xmen,the characters that they are. Typical assholes and jerks, yup-you had me,so why concern yourself with what or whom I am doing now. IDK-nosy....curious,either way they are back to fan status,no more chances with me.
My Xman I named "Hostile"aka "Mr.Take Over Brother"he is being salty because I shared that I was involved with someone younger than himself,this stopped his stalker calls at 4am, and he quit begging to come spend the weekend to lay up and do absolutely nothing. He's being childish, I offered my friendship minus the sex,but I guess he cannot be a man and accept that...oh well.
Next there is my last Xman "Mr"he&I are amicable for the most still,but he is jealous I am back dating, I believe he was happy when I was moping over him, and building a wall up for anybody who came at me. I woke up to a text message from him sent at 2am, he tried to slick say I was too close to comfy with my next door neighbor. Guess he thinks I am doing him or was creeping with him when he was living with me. Um hell no,sad he thinks I am that type of woman and besides the neighbor is so not my type. By the way,he's not shared that he is involved with someone yet because he STILL wants to appear like he is the "good guy"working and not paying women no attention. He truly thinks, I am a fool. Its all good because we know that he left Atlanta to be with another woman or took one to Texas with him.
Moving along to the Tenderonie, OMG-this guy is truly a fucking work of art. A liar, and he flexed on Facebook about a hook up I was going to give him,and I revoked that upon reading the post. I have to HAVE to divulge his real age,omy I know its horrible, I hate to even write it....23! That tall string bean is only 23, I found out when he was speaking with a business associate of mine who happens to also be in the music production industry as well. He told me he was 26,that was still cutting it close,but damn 23,that is only 8years older than my oldest child. Yes, the thrill is gone. He flex on Facebook and on other things too, then lied about his age. Major strikes and a turn off. WTF can he do for me besides sling some dick?!
Yesterday Tenderonie called to ask can he come by and chill with me today because he needed to escape. Why is that? Why me? I know that I have said "come to this oasis,this island of me"but damn,that erotic poetic proclamation was not for the random man. That saying I came up with was clearly for my lover and my man. I am not a refuge for wayward men. I know my name is "Dream",but damn. I've already blocked his number,but he can text me. I have said that I am not having sex any longer til my birthday,ok...so what, I was not direct by saying "I am no longer sleeping with you".
I just figured out why I was not direct with my last message to the Tenderonie. I do not want to hurt him by saying I don't want his dick no more, I do not care what he is going through because he brought on this particular situation,and he is grown.
Lastly, I have someone else who say he's interested in me. He and I were suppose to attend the Braves game together last week,but my hectic family life put the brakes on that date night. I hated to cancel on him, I really want to date him,but I feel I am being apprehensive. He's a analyzer, that can be a good and bad thing. Often guys like that read stuff totally wrong, and trying to figure me out and the dynamics of my occupation will drive him nuts. He claims he can handle it, and wants a relationship with the "real" me,he likes the chick in front of the camera, but wants to know the woman,the MILF-the "real"me. That is fine, but I did explain to him that I am harder on the men who know me online and especially if you have seen me naked before meeting me in person.
I like him, not too crazy about the fact he is from Decatur and he has a big dick that I cannot touch til I get to know who he really is. (I've met his representative,now I want to meet the real him.)
Oh yeah, I felt that monster dick of his on my thigh when he surprised me with a hug then a kiss. He is a great kisser, my lips were very comfortable against his.
I am scared,that kiss gave me some powerful energy. The sexual energy I sense with him is very intense, very scary. I got to remain calm, date him, and let things happen naturally. It sucks that he is fully in the know of who I am, he knows how sexual of a person I can be. On the contrary, that is not all I am about, so I must take my time with him, I want him for my own. That is so selfish of me, but I want my name all over his dick, and no I do not want to share him with anyone....maybe his employer, and family-that is about it.
Like I do not give a fuck about the Tenderonie, and damn all my Xmen-this new crush, I want to be deemed "Property of Dream". I want my name...real and persona tatt'd on his neck or back,lol....I am so serious.com.
I made such a selfish statement to him,maybe it was the Mojitos talking,but I told him that I wanted him and I to go get tested before we had sex. BECAUSE I want to feel all of him no barriers, I want free range to do anything with him and he can do likewise. Hot damn, I am getting wet just thinking about it.
Wait hold up,back to reality I have got to get to know him first. I researched our Zodiac signs, not a good pair, but fuck it I am going to try it out anyway. I am going to date him the traditional way, everything should be cool. Long as I start "acting" like I want a relationship,lol...my homeboy told me I wasn't....and as long as he doesn't have any game in these beginning stages-we are double cool;however,if I detect an ounce of game, I am yielding and taking another course of action. I won't dismiss him,just change the outcome.
Its hard being my man because I do like communication, quality time, but I do not like being smothered-I like an equal balance of all,I so do not like initiating sex or anything ALL the damn time...I know men are not mind readers, but shit I am simple-I want time spent,I want my time away from you, and I want sex with only you....get's no easier than that.
Let's see if he can get it right.
Kisses to you,
~Dream~
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