~A~LOVE~SUPREME's posts with tag: fantasies
 We all fantasize... We fantasize when we walk thru Sak's shoe dept., we fantasize when we're flippin thru the latest issue of Vogue, we fantasize about fuckin the dude who works across the hall, and we fantasize about dude we wanna fuck, and we know we're gonna fuck, but have yet to fuck... Fantasies can go from one extreme to the other, from dream jobs to gang bangs, to girl on girl, to being dressed up as a school girl...
More and more my sexual fantasy is consuming my sexual reality... Not that anything's wrong with that, but if I ain’t fantasizing, I ain’t cummin. Simple as that! Often times I miss the days of having normal sex, with good dick and cumming from him just straight banging the pussy... But, the intensity of the nut combined with the fantasy compares to NOTHING I've ever experienced before, and lawd knows I've had some experiences. But lawd y'all, my fantasies scare the shit out of me! I know y’all get sick of hearing about me and my damn fantasies, but dammit, this is my blog, and i’mma speak on it... Audience: so Teal, what's your fantasy? Teal: do ya really wanna know? Well, I’ll tell you my fantasy if you promise to not change your opinion of me... Audience: nothin you could say would change our impression of you... Teal: you sure? Audience: of course we're sure... *audience member raises her hand, and whispers in my ear: tell me your deepest darkest fantasy* Teal: I can show u better than tell you... Audience Member: then show me bitch! Teal: you can't handle my brand of fantasy, cuz i can't handle my brand of fantasy ... you see my fantasies keep me up at night, and when my fantasy invades my reality, i act on it... i do it my way... i lay across my bed, and before you know it, i'm in my personal "FANTASY ISLAND". I spread my legs, and i tease my clit, with each stroke to my clit the fantasy grows, as the fantasy grows the need for additional stimulation grows... u see it's a process ... if i want to be taken, i tie my tits up, all the while imagining someone else tying up my tits ... if i want to be spanked, i turn into the school girl with the soft whiny voice, paint stick in hand. Spanking dat ass, and often times spanking these tits too (dirty lil girl) ... when i want to be dominated i become the defiant lil bitch, talkin shit, pissin him off, makin him want to do bodily harm to me... u see, i am the keeper of the fantasy, and until i find someone worthy of assisting me act out my fantasy, my fantasies are mine and mine alone... However, i will tell you this: there is nothing like fantasy baby! it is the fantasy that keeps me fulfilled until that special one comes along ... in the meantime, i continue to fantasize about the day, my fantasy will become my reality... i keep the fantasy alive and well in my thoughts, in my touch, and in my nut ... and with every stroke of my pussy, and every tug of my nipples, and every plug in my ass the fantasy grows stronger, stroke by stroke... in closing, i will say this: if you share your fantasy, I'll share mine... *wink*
What’s up good people! Earlier today, I found myself reading some online article, and I ran across a lil something that pretty much stated that "Solo Sex Hurts Your Relationship" in short it states that Masturbation can hurt your relationship by creating distance... I personally think that’s possible! But, it can be easily resolved: MUTUAL MASTURBATION, if you can’t pro-create, I say mutual masturbate! lol... But the killer was when I read that fantasies can really hurt your relationship... From what I gather often times when you fantasize, your dreaming of another person, your fantasizing about sex with someone other than your partner... Would that, could that, be CHEATING? Hmmmmmm.... Did you know that phone sex, and internet chatting is considered fantasizing? Once again, could that be CHEATING? Personally, I think fantasies can be a good thing! I think that if both parties are open about sharing their fantasies it can only increase the love making.... Discussing fantasies is a healthy way to increase the depth of future bedroom soirees... Keepin the fantasy to yourself and not being able to release them can pose more of a problem then having the fantasy! But who am I? I’m jus a chick that likes to blog about all things sexual... *shrugs shoulders* Now on the other hand, sharing fantasies can also cause problems... Especially if the other party is insecure... Sharing a fantasy can often lead the insecure party to believe that you’ve explored these ideas with someone else... At the end of the day it’s a matter of knowing your mate, and knowing how their mind works... So tell me, would you have issues with your mate fantasizing about another woman while making love to you? Men would you be offended if you found out your woman was fantasizing about the well endowed ex-boyfriend she had prior to meeting you? Wouldn’t you prefer your significant other share your fantasies with you instead of acting them out with someone else? Talk to me folks! My ass fantasizes all damn day... Hell, I even fantasize about some of y’all! But I’m single, so I guess it’s ok... *wink*
 …i’m that chick that was raised in the hood, amongst my people… however I defiantly didn’t fit in with my neighborhood mix… you see, I was the little girl who had two successful, professional working parents… daddy the doctor, and mommy the teacher turned administrator. Man, my neighbors gave me the fuckin’ blues! I got chased home daily from school, and my mother did not allow me to play with the neighborhood kids… I would look out my window and watch the neighborhood kids play there neighborhood games, and I was always drawn to them, and their way of living… to me it appeared that although they had much less than me, they had a youthful spirit that I lacked… here I was stuck in the damn house cuz my momma, didn’t want me picking up on bad habits! Now don’t get me wrong, being the parent of a future world leader, I can feel her on her decision… but damn, it sure would’ve been nice to be outside jumpin rope and shootin the bo-bo, instead of ballet practice, piano practice, and whole slew of other extra curricula activities that my momma had me involved in…
…yet in still there was still that desire to play with the so called undesirable… now granted, I continued to watch from afar… I also went on with my life, college, decent career (that I hate), and very well versed in every subject! I pride myself on being the girl that can mix well in any environment from the Country Club to Berry Farms (the projects!), I guess the beauty of my up bringing is the ability to wear those many hats, and still stay true to myself without looking as if I don't fit in… today, I go to my old neighborhood, I see the same kids, now all grown up, raising there kids in their momma’s house, playing the same games, collecting welfare… Maybe momma new best, cuz goodness knows, that could possibly be me… but damn, it was sure fun watching from afar! …this brings me to today’s topic, and the old saying: “opposites attract”… as I’ve gotten older and matured, I’m realizing that this is a very true statement… the good girl always wants the bad boy, I know I did, and I still do! I’m the girl who went to the prissy catholic schools wore the cute plaid uniforms and was always attracted to the boy who went to public school and usually played hooky every other day… in the beginning it was strictly because mom and dad didn’t approve, as I grew older it became a matter of pure attraction… now, I must admit, I can really appreciate a man with a lil thug in him… my preference: business man by day, rockin’ timbs at nite… now, don’t get me wrong, cause I can also appreciate my non timb boot wearing brotha’s but, damn those timb boots, something about these dudes, that got an extra flava to them… the confidence they exude, and the sexual energy they transmit, is second to none… …what is it about opposites? Could it be that they possess a quality that I don’t have? That fearless approach to life… I ponder this every so often… when I think of my Vanilla man, I think Vanilla sex… just as cold and boring as his business suit and his day-to-day life… but, when I think of my timb boot wearing businessman, I get chills down my spine imagining the possibilities! Something about sex with a ruff neck… the way they take ownership of the pussy upon there intial meeting… hmmm, the way he spends what seems like hours exploring every crevice of this sweet tasting pussy… the way they savor these tits as if they’ve been suckin’ on them since birth, starting oh so slow and gentle, building up to that steady, and heavy grip that I enjoy so much... and the way they manipulate this ass sucking and licking on it as if they’re attempting to produce the unmentionable… it’s the toughness of the ruff neck, that turns me on so… you see when I fuck my ruff neck, my man with that edge, he takes control, allowing me to sit back and enjoy every moment of our time together without my having to give one directive… you see, when i'm fuckin him, i'm no longer teachin', i'm preachin' praising him for all his glory... …now, don’t get mami wrong, I know how to appreciate my quiet unassuming freaks, but hey, call me biased, my experience has taught me that a man with a little street in him, will fuck you like he’s taking every wrong the street has done to him and releasing it inside of my juicy ass pussy! …straight fuckin me with passion, and determination… damn, I love that shit! …yes, I’ll take the ruff neck anyday! Coming, soon my other weakness: “men in positions of power”… and, no, I’m not talking about the power of being “master”, I’m talking your C.E.O.’s and V.P.’s… damn, damn, damn! Hmmm, my pussy gets wet just thinking about that shit… lata babies...
 First and foremost, Happy Easter to my online family! Ok, ok, ok, if you didn’t know, my laptop crashed a year ago, and dammit, when it crashed, I crashed! Well, low n behold, the heavenly fasther has placed someone in my life who has reparied my laptop, and with that repair comes all my old blogs, pictures, videos, and some mo’ shit! Whew damn, can I just tell y’all that I was a picture taking, video making FOOL...
any who, in honor of my baby up and running, I’ll be posting some old blogs for your viewing and commenting pleasure! enjoy... ...I’ve decided that when i die, i will come back as a porn star! my screen name will be simone the seductress... my visions of porn star stardom began at st paul and augustine's in the 2nd grade... sister jean marie asked the class to think of what they wanted to be when they grew up? now all the little kids had these grand thoughts, president, doctors, lawyers, firemen, policemen, etc... and when it was my time to answer, i stood up boldly and said, i wanna be a "go-go dancer"! sister jean marie almost shit bricks, and then i said no, no, no, i wanna be a "porn star"! i was quickly grabbed by my innocent little hands, and immediately pattled in front of the whole damn class... the funny thing is although i was embarrassed as hell that this old ass bitch paddled me in front of the whole damn class, i must admit, that wood paddle felt good (another story, for another blog!), and i can remember that was the first time i felt my pussy juices trickle down my thighs... that was an experience to remember! ...it's sufficient to say that my deviant behaviour started at a very young age! i can tell yawl some stories, but i'll save that for future blogs... due to the fact that my parents were divorced and my mom worked on her masters at night, i spent a great deal of time with some cousins who were party girls, and i was "little miss", always along for the ride... in my travels with them i saw things that the average 9 year old should and would not see... they were big in the local theatrical world, always rehearsing for that play or auditioning for the next local play... most of the rehearsals would take place at someone's house, after the rehearsal there would always be a basement house party (ain't nothin like those 70's basement house parties!), some of yawl remember house parties, with the red or blue light, people drinkin miller, and smokin weed... my ass was right there, all up in the mix... i would turn a corner and it would be nothing for me to see someone giving a blow job- or walk into the bathroom, and boom girlfriend is riding her mans dick on the toliet- then there was the time that i ventured from the basement to the upstairs, and i saw a straight orgy takin place... now i knew better than to bring this shit to my mothers attention, because all that shit would've come to an immediate hault!... now whenever i would tell my cousins what i saw, they would quickly tell me that what i saw was folks "rehearsing" for a play! OK... rehearsal huh?... that's interesting... now lets fast forward a few years to about 12 years old when i saw my first porn flick, now i'm seeing some of the same shit, that i saw at those damn parties! for me, that was a light bulb moment! hence, my inner most desire to be a porn star! now the funny thing is this, i told sister jean marie i wanted to be a porn star way before my expeirences with my wacky cousins... i guess the inner freak was always there! ...now, i'm not bull-shitting yawl, i wanna come back as a porn star! why not get paid for what you love to do, and i love to fuck, and i fuck good enuf to get paid for it! i figure that my being a porn star will allow me to indulge in all of my inner most desires, such as experiencing double penetration, a little bdsm, and my personal favorite, the domme bitch!... ummmhmmm, get paid for getting laid, hell not only can i indulge in my desires, but i also get the chance to indulge in my vouyeristic, and exhibionist ways, all while being payed! at the end of the day, it's all about the paper baby... you see in my little porn star world things would go like this: i would produce, star, and direct... i would choose my co-stars, and they would fuck me on demand, in the manner that i choose to be fucked... now, my sets would all be upscale, avante garde, sexy sets.... non of that cheezy shit, with the $300.00 couches, $100.00 chairs, and 100 count sheets... fuck that, my pussy ain't comfortable unless it's laying on 400 count plus! ... my sets would be decorated with furniture from theodore's (it's a d.c. thing, so, some of yawl, wouldn't understand!), i would only be dressed in natori lingere, none of that cheap ass vistoria's secret shit (sorry ladies! it's a damn chain store!)... and, my movies would require no story line, it would be straight up caviar sex, with a dose of champange fantasies, and a twist of steel reserve thuggish rugged lovin'... ummhmm, that's me, simone the seductress, the milliuem vanessa del rio...
 …Greetings good people of 360 and multiply! It’s been sometime since I’ve blogged and I felt it was time to post something new… I’m a tad bit overwhelmed, and refuse to start bloggin about me, the shit I’m goin thru! Plus, the sex is more engaging… hell; we all got struggles, so who wants to read about the next persons struggles! I personally prefer to keep it light… hmmm, maybe not; maybe I prefer to keep it dark. Lol y‘all know what I mean… typically I blog about sex, and all things sexual, but do to the fact that I haven’t been doing a whole lotta fuckin, I haven’t had much sexual stuff to talk about… L
…First and foremost, not that any of you care, but a sista is MAD horny! Lawd have mercy, I can’t remember the last time I had some mind blowing memorable sex… My level of horniness is becoming an issue… mainly because when I get to this point, I find myself, calling old dick, in an effort to get my rocks off… of course, the old dick would love to hear from me, however, goin down that road is nothing but TROUBLE… guess you could say that a sista is workin extra hard on keeping the past in the past… so far, so good! So, until I find someone worthy of the greatness that rest between my thighs, I shall sit, wait, contemplate and of course masturbate… Now the upside to my current state is the masturbation sessions! Talk about xXx rated fun from an R-rated girl… lawd have mercy on me, my thoughts and my pussy! It’s been fun… the downside is that these thoughts are getting darker and darker session by session… and that my dear friends concern me! The deeper the thought, the deeper the nut, the darker the thought, the more I want to experience the darkness… This is something I’ve struggled with for sometime… do I or do I not BDSM? In my heart, I know it’s the path for me… but the reality is that I have got so much shit goin on right now, that I can’t even begin to focus on a new way of living, and loving, until I get my “house” in order… then of course there’s the fear of the unknown… and the fear of balance, I have a hard time balancing as it is… so to engage in something, that I feel would require a lot of mental space, would not be a good thing at this time in my life… and then, there’s my biggest fear.. how does one, balance, motherhood, and BDSM? Now, I know several of you can give me an answer to this… and we are ALL super moms, but I can’t figure out how one balances the lifestyle with kids… I mean I consider myself to be a hands on mom… how do u explain welts and wax burns to a 6 year old? I mean really… Aight, I’m getting off the subject, which to be perfectly honest, I don’t what the subject is! Oh yes, I’m horny as a mutha fucka, and I’m having dark twisted ass fantasies… now, the question is do I share the shit with y’all or do I keep as my dirty lil secret? I guess I can share one or two! So, Friday was a VERY stressful day… actually the whole week was stressful! But Friday broke a sista down to the very core of her emotional state, I fuckin LOST it… right on 95 with passers by, lookin at me on some: what the fuck is wrong with her? Because I knew my mental state was not the right state for lil man, I shipped him off to my cousins for the evening… I headed home, and proceeded to drink a vodka and cranberry, and later took a puff or two of that dirty-dirty, cuz a sista needed to FORGET! Once I was mentally numb, I was in a horny state and needed to release the beast… so I carried my ass to the bedroom… and immediately started to play with the pussy… the pussies soakin wet, and I’m thinking of my all time favorites fantasies in an effort to get off… but nooooo, the pusssy was not cooperating… so, then I decided to pull out some extra shit, clips from the clothes hangers and my trusty twine… but then I noticed something on that damn slut house that got me all intrigued and shit! This chick used, a telephone cord to tie her girls up with, and lawd once I saw that, I was all ova the house looking for a damn phone cord! Needless to say I found one, and, yes, I tied the girls up… Funny how tying up the girls makes me feel all good n shit! Lol… so, I got the girls all tied up, and the pussy is leaking, and the g-spot toy is doing its thing, but dammit, no NUT! I was pissed… but, really I wasn’t … lol. So, I’m lying there, and I decided to let my mind wander… Self, if you could be anything right now, what would you be? I’d be a dirty lil slut… I’d be a dirty lil slut out n about with my Daddy, getting on his fuckin nerves… I’d be a dirty lil slut, testing his limits, and doin all types of slutty things without his approval… (This should be fun) I’d be a dirty lil slut out and about with my man, having drinks at a local bar… Yup, I sure would… And self, what does dirty lil sluts do? Dirty lil sluts do dirty lil things…. Such as: Throw herself on other men for Daddy to see… And, Wears revealing slutty clothes that daddy prefers that she wear only with him… (Well, what fun is that?)… And she does all types of slutty whorish things while she’s out with daddy, just to provoke him… The dirty lil slut roams around the bar all scantily clad, teasing men, making them want her… titties all out… nipples shining thru the see through… Lookin like a straight whore… acting like a straight slut… I’d sit at the bar, right next to daddy with not panties on… pussy all wet n shit… juices oozing out… opening my legs making sure the patrons not only got a view, but whiff! All the while, he’s watching me with his Daddy disapproving eye… all the while, the more pissed he looks the more excited I get… *thinking* what can I do take this dude over the fucking edge? I step away from the bar: excuse me daddy I need to pee…. I step to the latrine, only to be gone for much longer than he anticipated, and low n behold here he comes… I can smell his ass… Ohhhhh, he’s gonna be pissed… Lemme see if can jerk this otha dude’s dick off before daddy catches mess… But really, I want him to catch me… he, he, he… Daddy catches me jerkin off some miscellaneous, unapproved dick, and he is pissed…. Oh so you wanna be a defiant lil slut bitch don’t you? I know what you want, and I know what you “think” will happen… but, lil slut bitch, I got news for your whorish ass… Daddy grabs my arm, and takes me to the garage… throws me on the back seat, and makes me repeat from the garage to the house: “I’m daddy’s lil slut bitch”…. Ova and ova again… lawd help me I musta said that shit 300 times, and he had the NERVE to drive SLOW… We get closer to home, and I’m all excited and shit… My ass is grass… ooohhhweee, it’s on TONITE… We get to my place, and you know what he did? He pulled the fuck off! I was pissed.. all that work for nothing… I go to bed… all mentally fucked up… Several hours later I hear someone breaking in…. I’m scared to DEATH… He comes in the room. Blindfolds my ass, and starts to straight whoop my ass… hand belt, belt and hand… he throws me in the corner cuz I’m all startled and shit… he and starts mumbling familiar shit to me… I’m like damn is this Daddy? I dare not ask… I’m sitting there whimpering and shit, and next thing you know, he says: how does it feel to be tortured with out warning? How does it feel? Huh lil slut? How does it feel…? Well, truth be told, it felt good as hell, especially once I realized my ass was safe… Daddy bent me over, his knee and made me suck the hell outta his dick… ass he sucked it, he spanked my ass for every infraction… and with every spank, I got wetter and wetter, and with every blow, I came harder and harder… and when it was all said and done, I started plotting and planning my next act of defiance… …. Boy did I cum good!
 several years ago, I wrote an affirmation, regarding what it is that need in man, I found myself reading it, tonite and I felt like sharing... in my heart, I know that the man I need is out there, I believe that God will send him to me when the time is right... When I am ready to receive him, and be all that I can be to ensure that what we have will succeed and grow... This brotha will possess the following qualities: the roughness of Paul (my first straight up thug), that take charge shit, hold no barriers, drop your panties here and now shit... The innocence of the old Greg (my baby daddy), that whisper in your ear "I love you", letter writing shit... The body of Scott ( my Muslim Greek God), damn that body! It was to live and die for... just divine! The humor of Morris ( my first married man), that ability to make me laugh when everyone and everything else is falling apart.... This man MUST make me feel like a queen, a man that can put me on that pedestal, that man that got his shit so in tact, that even when he fucks up, he can still make me feel like I’m the shit! A man that can make me feel like everyday is the 1st day after the 5th year.... My request are simple... How perfect it would be to find a man that could encompass all these characteristics, a lil ghetto, a lil ruff around the edges, very refined, and all man! A take charge man, who ain’t afraid to cry, one that can demand that I drop my panties, and fuck him whenever, and wherever! He’s out there Teal, don’t settle... Now, I wrote this when lil man was 9 months old! I keep it on my vanity. There was a time I would read it daily, but not any longer... I can honestly say I haven’t looked at this in at least 2 years! Over the weekend, I found myself thinkin about the type of man I want and I need, and this is what I came up with... Not much has changed! I need A man with some back bone... a take charge mutha fucka! I want a man who can come up with the plan... Both a life plan, and the plans for Friday nite... I mean really must I plan every damn thing... I need a man that knows how to treat a woman... I need a family man... I want a kid friendly man... I want a humble man... I need and I want a stand up man... I need A loving man... I need A god fearing, spiritual man... I need a man who means what he says, and says what he means... I man who can keep his word... I need a man who can love me regardless of my flaws... I need a man who can appreciate every side of me, the sexual side, the intellectual side, and the side that just wants to cry, when things ain’t right... I want and need a man who is willing to push my sexual envelope... I need a nasty man, a sexual man, a erotic man, a sexually neurotic man... I need a man who considers my needs, prior to focusing on his own need... I want a man who is in control of his destiny, I need a man who can become my destiny... I need a man who can love me with or without makeup... I want a man who can appreciate the diva in the makeup... I need a man who can appreciate a woman that compliments him... I want a man who can compliment me... But more than anything, I want and need a man who can come to me with all his cards on the table, one who can bare his soul to me knowing that his secrets are safe with me.... I want what I need, and I need what I want, and when the time is correct, my need, and my want will come together, to meet all my needs and want... Where are ya daddy? Cuz mami is sittin here, patiently waiting for you to love me up, and make me sparkle, and I promise to do the same for you... *wink*
 ...WhatâÂÂs up peeps! Yawl know how I do, I likes to keep things saucy up in this piece... Once again, my mind is racing, and IâÂÂm thinkin about: "all things sexual".... For my new peeps, please donâÂÂt assume that IâÂÂm all sex all the time, cuz, there is so much more to Ms Teal... but in the land of 360, itâÂÂs about Ms Teal pushing her sexual envelope all the while pushin your sexual envelope... ...I got to thinkin about my own sexual journey, and how I was once multi orgasmic... And after speakin to a an ex college beau, he reminded me that I was also a "regular" squirter... He stated that when we were in college, the bed would always be soaking wet, and IâÂÂd run to the bathroom in fear I had to pee... He went on to say that he thought I was trifling as hell cuz I was peeing in the bed, of course I teased him, cuz we did the "grown up" for a whole damn year, so he didnâÂÂt think I was that damn trifling! Years later, as he became more aware, he realized I was a squirter... When I got off the phone with him, I was in stitches over that revelation, being the sexual woman that I am today, and to forget such a monumental moment, was unbelievable! A sista had forgotten her "bed wetting" days! Guess embarrassment blocked it out, then again maybe it was age that blocked it, shit, I was 17, 18 years old, and now IâÂÂm a 40 year old grandma, I can barely remember to sleep! ...While reflecting on the conversation I gave mad thought to how orgasmic I once was, I would cum at the drop of the dick... and the grip of the pussy walls was outta this world, often times so intense IâÂÂd black out... The black out days have been long gone, as well as the days of the super tight grip.... I often wonder if the grip stopped because the blackouts scared me? Not sure about that, but best believe IâÂÂm a kegel specialist, and as time goes by, I have noticed a return to the grip! Thank you Sex Gawds, I needed that... ...In my late teens and early twenties, I got off by pure" vaginal stimulation"... in my mid twenties I discovered the beauty of the clit, and all it had to offer! Although I had lost the ability to cum vaginally, and would only cum by" clitoral stimulation", my clit became my very best friend.... in my late twenties, early thirties, I lost the ability to cum at all, and trust me, that was nothing more than the man above, slowin a sista down... Way down! And believe me, I needed to put a pause on my sex cause, it was gettin a lil outta hand! In my mid thirties I began to master the art of "vaginal and clitoral stimulation" (gotta love the multi taskers), and had some pretty decent nuts, still not "black out" nuts, but definitely some earth shattering orgasms... In my mid thirties I began to explore my more deviant side, and became more in tuned with the "mental nut", no penetration required, just a very vivid imagination! ...For me, the mental nut, is a force to be reckoned with, and once one has entered this realm, jusâ like BDSM, there is no turning back! So here I am 40 years old, and very clear on what it is I need in order to scream to the mountain tops... I need someone, not just anyone, but someone special to take me there, mentally, followed by his vaginal, and clitoral penetration! You see anybody can fuck me, and yes, they may fuck me good, and hell I may or may not cum, and that doesnâÂÂt mean I didnâÂÂt enjoy the act, it simply means that his head game was not where I needed it to be, there for not allowing me to get lost in his ability to sexually stimulate me... Hope that made since, if not: stimulate me mentally, penetrate me physically, feel me? unless, and there is always an unless with me! Unless my ass is pure horny, and needs to feel the throb of a dick inside me, not a vibrator, but some DICK! For me there are variations of my sexual head game: mental fantasy, real time role play, or straight up nasty talk! ...Often times when in the mix, I create a "fantasy" including myself, and my partner... Being able to envision us in some complicated sex act, often times does the trick... it also works very well when a sista is having her moment of "self indulgence"... ...The "role playing" is somethin I have yet to do with a lover, however IâÂÂve had a few phone sex roleplaying session with my lil phone sex buddy, and those nuts are often times outta this world... squirtin, screamin, moanin, and cummin! The type of nuts that make a sista say GOT DAYUM! ...My personal favorite is the "nasty talk"... Jus thinking about it makes me tingle, and makes me call somebody, any damn body, and tellâÂÂem: "talk dirty to me baby" , lol! Nasty, dirty, disrespectful talk takes me over the edge, the raunchier your words, the wetter I get, and the more I nut... Now I have yet to find a dude, who was willing to indulge me in the dirty talk, even oleâ papi fell short in that area (it really was all about him, I musta told him this shit via blog, and verbally a thousand times!)... But let me tell you, the shit that I have creepin thru my brain would scare me if I was on the outside, listening in... When IâÂÂm in the mix, IâÂÂll be your cunt, your bitch, and your whore, and you need not worry about me fuckin you up for callin me outta name!... I love that shit, talk dirty to me baby, and IâÂÂm all yours! ...My ideal situation would be the ability to cum using vaginal, clitoral, and mental play. But, the reality is that with age, and discovery, some methods are less effective while others are the preferred method... now, I said all this, but, the bottom line is this: I control the nut, I am the keeper of the nut (damn, I havenâÂÂt said that in a LONG time!), and I will determine the who, the what, the when and the where... However if daddyâÂÂs head game is on point, then his vaginal play, along with his clitoral play will all come to together to produce one helluva nut! IâÂÂm rambling... sorry! ...I often wonder if men realize that we as women control the almighty nut? Do men realize that women often times require more than penetration alone?, but what I really wanna know is what works for most women, is it clitoral, vaginal, or mental stimulation? Talk to me peeps! Once again, Ms Teal is on a need to know basis... are you physically shaken, or mentally stirred? *wink*
 ...i love to tease a mutha fucka... Especially when they know itâÂÂs a tease and respectâÂÂs the boundaries... So, my functioning addict (both crack, and liquor), looks good as a mutha fucka ex boyfriend comes ova... I see him probably once a year, and weâÂÂve probably been broke up for 8 maybe 9 years, and I havenâÂÂt seen him in about 2 years, so it was about time for visit from Dennis... HeâÂÂs fucked up, high as shit, and lookin like "joe corporate" from "k" street... Any who, weâÂÂre on the balcony talkin, and IâÂÂm smokin a cigarette, catchin up on the life of a âÂÂfunctioning addictâÂÂ... Out of no where he asked me if I still play with my pussy on the balcony?... " I told him not as much"... Next thing you know, he was like, "I sure would like to see what you used to do when you played with your pussy out here"... And I was like, "well, lil man is up, and I donâÂÂt roll like that when heâÂÂs awake"... Then I started to think about that shit!... IâÂÂm always fantasizing about someone watching me, or seeing me from a distance as I play with my pussy on the balcony, and hereâÂÂs my chance... FUCK THAT!!!.... Take it bitch, take it! ...all the sudden, IâÂÂm movin the chair back so oleâ boy can block me in the event lil man decides to run out... Now his ass is usually sleep, but school is out tomorrow so I promised him he could stay up till 10 (go figure!)... Any who, we start talkin about this nâ that, catchin up nâ shit, and I start touchin myself... Massagin my tits and shit, my nipples started to get rock hard, so I started squeezing my nipples... all the while heâÂÂs standing there looking like heâÂÂs gonna pass the fuck out... meanwhile, IâÂÂm getting off on him standing there in a fuckin daze, glaring at my freaky ass... I had on a camisole, so I pulled out one tit at a time... Takin my time with each breast and nipple, given them equal attention... ...next thing you know, he steps closer, and I looked at his ass and told him "the moment you touch me is, the moment this ends"!... Dude backed his high ass up, and I got back to these juicy ass tits... One at a time, I licked, spit, sucked, and played with each nipple... Next thing you know, both of the girls are out... And I have them cupped in my hands... I âÂÂm suckin the hell outta oveâÂÂem, to the point the nectar is cummin out... (yes, I still lactate!... âÂÂI just had to write thatâÂÂ.) and dude is standing on my balcony trippin... It was a hot mess... HeâÂÂs literally in a daze! So, I get into position... I spit on my right finger tips, (for all my new peeps, I got a thing for mutha fuckaâÂÂs that spit!) and reach into my shorts, I sit back in my chair, and I proceed to play with my pussy... I started off playin with the pussy nice and slow, and then I began to pick up my speed, payin special attention to my clit... ...my pussy is soakin wet... We could hear the pussy splish~splashing... Dude, is still standin there, kinda rockin back and forth, and IâÂÂm steady workin the tits with one hand, and playin with the pussy with the other... I start talkin shit to dude, Tellin him how good the pussy felt, and how wet it is, I put my fingers in my mouth, and told him it even taste good! Dude was trippin, "damn pee-wee, why you gotta tease a brotha?... I start strokin the pussy again, fast and fuckin furious, and my ass is ready to cum, in a major fuckin way... ...and suddenly from a distance, I heard.... "Mommie"!, and like a flash of fuckin lighting, I pulled out my fingers. Pulled my cami up to cover da girls... sucked my fingers to get the pussy juices off... And quickly, rose to the occasion! âÂÂYes baby"! ... I need a fuckin academy award dammit! ...*shouting, give me my oscar* ...that was fun! And peep this, not only did I tease oleâ boy, but, I got teased! Cuz, my ass was ready to cum, and here come this lil mutha fucka! I was out done...
best believe, a sista will be pickin up where she left off, after she posts this blog! *wink*
 â¦I often wonder how low do most folks kinky thoughts go? for those of you who have been apart of my lil world since inception, you know my thoughts can get pretty damn low! After bonding with the family Saturday, I came home, and magically I ended up a lil âÂÂtwistedâÂÂ⦠jusâ a lil!... and since I couldnâÂÂt indulge in my usual behavior, I let my mind wander⦠I go to thinking about those of us who have âÂÂdifferentâ sexual taste⦠I began to wonder at what point is it ok to discuss said likes, and put all your shit on the table. Now, IâÂÂm a firm believer that everything is not for everyone, and itâÂÂs important to know who youâÂÂre dealing with prior to sharing your dirty lil secrets, or shall I say dirty lil desires? *smile*
So, this is the jest of the blog⦠hereâÂÂs how I broke it down when I had the trees all up in my system: â¦iâÂÂm slightly buzzed, and that means IâÂÂm horny, and since my momma is hear, and my son is here, there is nothing I can do about being horny, but think about shit... consider shit... So here I sit, high, horny, and sittin here considering shit, and my fuckin panties are soakin fuckin wet... (and thatâÂÂs puttin it mildly) and once again, since I canâÂÂt do shit about being horny, my brain is in overdrive⦠my thoughts are running rampant, and my fantasies are off the charts....
â¦now let me explain somethin to yawl, when I say fantasy, IâÂÂm not speakin of your average fantasy... â I not your every day fantasy kinda girlâÂÂ, my shit can go from different to bizarre depending on my mood, and my need.... On any given night (except for tonite), IâÂÂm in here plain with my pussy, conjuring up all types of shit, from being brutally raped, to that certain someone playin with my nipples, teasin them, all the while torturing them... to lying across my mans lap and him spanking the shit outta me, to being covered in candle wax from head to toe, to finger fuckin a female coworker in the ass⦠IâÂÂm thinking about all types of kinky deviant, not to be blogged kinda shit⦠all types of shit, and trust that what I wrote was was the mild shit, for fear of terrifying some of yawlâ¦
â¦so, since a bitch canâÂÂt do what she likes to do, she got the thinkin some more, and began to wonder, how honest are we with our mates, regarding our true desires? Do we âÂÂwith holdâ desires for fear of lookin âÂÂweirdâÂÂ? Or âÂÂfreakyâÂÂ? And when I use the word freaky, I donâÂÂt mean in a good way, I mean in a freaky/strange way! (Had to clear that up!) What if a bi-curious chick, was married to a pretty sexually conservative dude, would she be comfortable tellin him she was curious about sleepin with other women... Probably not! And then thereâÂÂs the chick who may be BDSM curious, and her mate is conservative? Or the husband, who desires a three some, but, he knows his wife isnâÂÂt havin it... Yawl get it... or, maybe the chick and or dude whoâÂÂs into golden showers but they wonâÂÂt share that desire for fear of being laughed at⦠I could go on and on, and get dirtier nâ dirtier!
â¦so, todayâÂÂs questions is a simple one⦠at one point do two committed people lay all the cards on the table and begin to explore their kinks, fetishes, and otherwise abnormal sexual interests? Do you (yes you) have a kink that wouldnâÂÂt fit in the normal box? Lastly, if you were in a marriage and or situation and your partner was not at all interested in exploring your alternative sexual lifestyle/likes at one point do you either drop it, or move on to someone who is open to your form of sex play?
Talk to me peeps, once again, mami is on some need to know shit!
â¦as for me, A~Love~Supreme, the illicit ParaMour2Adore⦠being single, IâÂÂve learned to read men, and women⦠in having this ability to read them, it has allowed me to pick nâ choose more like minded individuals⦠I firmly believe in laying all my shit on the table⦠BUT, only with those who can handle it⦠for me, itâÂÂs a matter of knowing who and what IâÂÂm dealing with⦠typically I end up with people who are a lot like myself, so when we are sharing our non-traditional sexual interests, itâÂÂs a big sigh of relief, because finally weâÂÂve met someone who can appreciate the kink, and we no the âÂÂpower of the playâ when the kink is involvedâ¦
â¦for those of you who have been around for sometime, you know that BDSM is a MAJOR fantasy/interest of mine⦠fuck it, the lifestyle as a whole is of particular interest to me⦠however I tread very lightly with this lifestyle for several reasons⦠mainly because I know that once I go down this road, there will be no returning, and secondly thereâÂÂs a great deal of trust that comes with any relationship but with BDSM the levels of trust far surpass that of your vanilla relationships⦠so my fantasies run very, very deep⦠and often times very, very dark⦠talk to me peeps, can the sharing of your deepest darkest desires, help or hinder the relationship?
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