~A~LOVE~SUPREME's posts with tag: love
note: it was my intention to post this only on VV, but I decided to also post it here... for whatever reason, I felt the need to share that!
I’m far from a lurker but on VV I lurk… and the more lurking I do, the more I take in, the more I learn… and ladies let me tell ya, a sista has learned a lot… I am definitely bi… but, the more I learn about the ladies of VV the more I realize that there are obvious levels of bisexuality… now, don’t ask me what the levels are, cuz I’m still trynna figure that out! Lol, but this much I know for sure: I love women… I love watching them in and out the bedroom… I enjoy kissing women… I enjoy touching women… I enjoy playing in pussy with my fingers… And I absolutely ADORE breast… I like them ALL sizes… From DDD’s too plump B’s… But… I really don’t know how I feel about eating pussy… I enjoy playin in it… And I do enjoy eating it… But, eating pussy is not something I enjoy doing the most, nor is it something I must do… now, don’t get me wrong, cuz every so often I run into someone, where I can get my eat on, and I enjoy what I’m doing… but, if there’s no TRUE connection, I often times feel like it’s a chore… I’m basically reciprocating in kind… But, let me run into my ideal woman, with a mind, body, and soul I adore… And it’s ON… Now, with all that said… What I enjoy the most about women, are the ones who enjoy eating me… The ones who get off on getting me off... The ones who wanna feast in my pussy, and play with my tits… I’m far from a selfish lover and will always give what I get… But what I truly desire is passion with a woman… True animalistic passionate sex! I’ve had it once, and one of these days I hope to have it again… BTW, Thanks “J” I’ve never had an experience like the one we had 2 summers ago… So, with that said… as I continue to learn, and I continue to explore, and I continue to lurk… I will soon find that perfect woman, with the perfect mind, a gentle soul, with that perfect pussy that makes me melt at the sight of it, smile at the smell of it, that perfect woman that’ll have me savoring every moment as I eat it… The joys of life no black, no white, just mad shades of grey… *smooches* Ps., if you’re a Bi-Sista (or even Bi-Curious) lookin for an online home, then check out Vice~Versa, help us, help Storm (the owner of VV) reach her goal of 300 hundred members strong by October! http://viceversa.ning.com/ Click the link, and explore a whole new world!
Greetings my good people of Multiply and 360! I wanna throw a true story out to the masses and in turn get some open and honest feedback… We have a couple who has lots of history… they were college sweethearts, who eventually moved on and married others… one marriage ends in divorce(her), and the other is in the midst of a long term separation(him) where divorce it imminent… Chance brings them back together… and I say “chance” because they are both from the Great State of Texas, and due to work, and family they both ended up on the East Coast in the same TRI-State area… YEARS have gone by, and the male calls the female to simply wish her a Happy Mother’s day, only to find out that they are living in the SAME area… an instant re-connection is made, and a new chapter begins… During the process of picking up where they left off, they are introduced to swinging… boundaries have been set, and everyone is respectful of each others limitations… they attend an area club on a semi regular basis, and have attended a few private lifestyle parties… The couple experiences the normal growing pains that relationships go thru… and as with all relationships, they learn from the issues and continue to grow… Everything is flowing for a good 18 to 24 months… suddenly the female gets a call from another female… dude lies his way thru this distraction, and states that ole girl is out of the picture, and has been out of the picture for some time… but knowing women the way that I know women… Most women will not call the other woman unless they are at their wits end, and need to know where the situation is heading… dude pretty much; sweeps the situation under the rug, and all is well, after the outsider has verbally agreed to NOT contact the girlfriend or him again… They survive this major relationship violation, and continue growing, learning, loving and swinging…. Months go by, and a reliable 3rd party gets word that the male half of the duo was in attendance at a local party WITHOUT his significant otha… instead, he’s at the party with another woman… Dude is confronted with all the evidence… you see dudes other female friend, has a page on a local swing groups site… this is an invite only site, that the girlfriend has managed to become a member of… the main pic on the site, has dude and the chick all bunned up, appearing as a couple… the comments clearly state that dude and his otha girlfriend are regulars at this groups functions… now, dude is sooo crafty that he has convinced his girlfriend that when they aren’t together, he is ‘studying’… he’s studying alright: New Ass 101… Here’s the clincher… dude and girlfriend had a planned weekend, one that involved a road trip… but, dude swiftly invites girlfriend on a business trip, where they hang out, and do what couples do… she comes home a few days earlier, goes back to work, and prepares for the upcoming weekend get-a-away… Suddenly dude can’t go! Ya know why? He needs to STUDY! Girlfriend goes on her planned weekend trip with friends, and low and behold, one week later girlfriend finds out that not only was he NOT studying, but he was at the lifestyle party with girlfriend number 2… dude is confronted, and he doesn’t really deny the shit, but, he refuses to come clean AT ALL… instead, he does this reverse psychology bullshit, and goed into some major deflecting… and instead of coming cleaning, he decides the relationship is over, because she pretty much is taking other folks word over his… but, lets keep in mind that girlfriend has in ya face proof, not to mention a reliable source… This is the VERY short version to a VERY long story… a story of sex, love and swinging… I gave you enough to hopefully inspire a comment… My questions are simple: What provokes a man to cheat, when he’s in a swingers relationship? Is there no loyalty amongst swingers? Is it hard to be straight with your significant other? “Babe, I ran into the baddest sista that I’d love US to experience”
More importantly, when you've been busted, and ya shit is on the table... why NOT fess up?
The bottom-line, is this: we all know that men and women cheat for various reasons, but in my opinion, cheating in a swingers relationship, is unacceptable! If you’re offered the buffet, why creep with the appetizer? when the main course can be shared... (ok that was silly, but you get the point)...
my thoughts ar simple: RESPECT! dude didn't respect my friend nor the relationhsip enough to be upfront with her, or with himself - when the respect is NOT there, and the TRUST has been destroyed, what's left?
So I was sitting here bored to death perusing blogs, and blasts and my girl Christy Love from 360 (Christy Love, makes me think of a Pam Grier character) had a blast that went a lil something like this:
"He Came Home Drunk @ 2:30am & Said I Will Pay U If U Will Perform Oral Sex with Me"
Now, the blast actually came from an episode of Judge Alex, and once I saw that joint, I once again, got ta thinking! Y’all know me, mind always in the damn gutter, and the warmer it gets the more scandalous my thoughts get… I hibernate in the winter, and liberate in the summer! And to think, pretty soon, I can start goin panty less! Oooohweeee, I can’t wait… leaving lil Teal drops all ova the place… lol but, on the real I may need to rethink that panty less shit, It was cool riding in my car, but it’s another story on the TRAIN!
Aight back to the business at hand… so, when I saw the blog I was like damn, I’ve had a dude offer me money for sexual favors SEVERAL times, and it’s always the same damn guy… this dude has a MONSTER ass dick, Incredible Hulk Monster dick… he offered me at first $100.00 for Anal sex, he wanted to fuck me in the ass BAD… and for the most part I’m cool with anal sex… well, yes and no, it’s kinda up there with kissing, some moments must be saved for that special someone… any who, dude begged and begged for months, and till this day, he will hit me with a “please, baby, please baby, please” now this has gone on for years… over the past year or so, the $100.00 has grown to $500.00, and I continue to say no… hell, I know what size dick I can handle in my ass, and his dick surpasses a welcome challenge, it’s more like an unwelcome “painful” chore…
When he first asked me, I was jive offended… I mean what did he think I was, a hooker! Lol, that was funny, cuz of course I had a brief career as an escort… but, for some reason I was offended by this… man I gave his ass the blues, and poor thing all he could say was, “I just want it sooooo bad” just because I’m offering to pay doesn’t meant that I don’t respect you, we’ve known each other for over 30 years”… so, he made a point, and I got over it…
Recently while going thru my personal economic depression he offered me $500.00 to get up in this ass, and I can’t lie, I thought long and hard, cuz for real, that loot woulda gotten 2 big ass monkeys off my damn back! But I looked at his dick as I formed my lips in preparation of suckin the life outta his dick, and said; OH HELL NO…
So, the question of the day is this: would you be offended if a boyfriend or significant other offered loot for sexual favors? And or offered loot for sexual favors that you aren’t at all interested in? When so called “desperate times call for desperate measures”, would you consider taking your man or significant other up on his financially rewarding sexual offer? My brotha’s have you ever offered wifey, boo-boo, significant other, friend or lover money for sexual favors she is NOT inclined to do?
Now, I gotta tell ya, had I been facing foreclosure, and on the road to homelessness, I woulda sold my ass, my pussy, and my left nipple! Survival of the fittest babies and you best believe a sista is FIT!
Talk to me peeps…
One mo’ thing…
if by chance your man offers you money to do whatever the hell he wants to do, and you say “hell to da nawl”… I highly suggest you rethink your answer, cuz the next step after offering loot, is finding someone who is willing to do it for FREE… trust me on this… (compromise is a word that can save a marriage especially if sex is the issue)
I was talking to a friend last night, and she presented a scenario to me that I thought was interesting and worthy of a blog entry… For those of you who have been around for sometime, you guys will recall my doing a blog entitled to Speak or Not to Speak blog? Not sure if that’s the name, however I spoke on not telling friends when you are aware of their significant other, husband or lover having an affair… I had several reasons for not motioning this, and I will not go into that now… however I would like to present a twist and see what the masses think… Boy meets girl… They court, date, fall in love… And then… Boy marries girl… They move out of state to pursue better careers and higher education… Soon, baby makes three… Overall the marriage is a good marriage, and they’re building an excellent foundation in every aspect of their lives, family, home, career etc… Boy reaches out to a home-girl, and they begin to chat on the regular… Nothing out of line, just innocent chats… Boy, feeling VERY comfortable in said chats, openly admits that he is having an affair… Boy states that he is “cruising” various websites, and has been meeting folks in bars, clubs etc… Boy admits he is actively pursuing MEN… Yes, my dear people, he is a DOWN-LOW brotha! Now, girlfriend is absorbing this, and is at loss for words, because her number one concern is her friend… Does she tell her, or does she mind her business? This is the so- called “real-talk” I often see as I peruse various blogs… it’s happening in someone’s home unbeknownst to wifey who firmly believes her marriage is secure… tit could easily be MY home, or YOUR home, this is some real shit happening in black homes across the country… talk to me folks! I wanna know how you would handle this…
 ...this week has truly been a trip down memory lane. I haven’t worked downtown in YEARS... And although I find myself driving thru downtown on the regular you really don’t notice the changes until you are walking thru downtown... When I worked downtown, I recall lots of funky boutiques and speciality shops on the K street corridor... That no longer exist! My biggest disappointment was the missing McDonald on 14th and K! Man, I had my mouth ready for a steak and cheese bagel my first day... Oh well, they say change is good... Plus my fat ass DID NOT need that damn sandwich....
...the job is cool. I’m working for a non-profit as a help desk specialist. The funny thing is that I am technically challenged... but, my strong Customer Service and Data Integrity background got me the position... The company I work for provides accreditation for health insurance and pharmacies in the United States... What I do is provide assistance to doctors, nurses, etc on the process of accreditation, and the application process... Because these are medical professionals they have little technical experience and the association felt that they needed someone who could break things down in simple terms, and this is where your girl comes in! It’s a cool gig, and because the company is growing by leaps and bounds, I see myself moving into another position within two years... The benefits are to die for, and that alone tells me that I will DIE at this place... The downside is that I’m used to taking 75 - 100 calls per day, this place is lucky if they get 7 calls per day... So the down time is killing me, I can only hope that it picks up as I learn the ins and out of medical accreditation... ...the other downside is the commute... I realize that in time I will get use to it, but it’s killing me... I’ve gone from jumping in the runner and running my ass to work to walking lil man to before care, jumping my ass on a ride on, to jumping on a train to walking 1.5 blocks from the train, to the job, and I repeat the scenario in reverse on the way home... Now I enjoy the subway, the people watching is cool... But the walking, lawd help me, the walking is KILLING me... I am aching like crazy! I know this will where off in time, but dammit, my ass is outta shape and in pain... Yesterday I woke up and could not stand, bend, or reach! I took a hot shower and felt much better... I went about the business of getting to work, and thought I was gonna pass out as I walked to work... Now keep in mind that I am a big girl, but I’m not obese, just over weight, so I should not be struggling like this... When I left work yesterday, the thought of the commute had me almost in tears cuz, my ass was in agony! ...so, I’m leaving work, standing on a corner at 13th and k, a busy downtown intersection, and low and behold I look and I see a guy driving a green benz... He looks at me, and I look at him, and the stare down begins... Suddenly I realize, it’s Morris! I yell out, Morris W., and he looks, takes off his glasses and was like; TEAL? And then a smile like no other came across his face... I walk over and he asked where I was going, and I tell him, and he says, get in! Lawd have mercy, can I just say I was one HAPPY sistah, cuz I honestly didn’t know how I was gonna make it, my legs and thighs were weak as hell, and my energy levels were super low... ...Morris, Morris, Morris... Where do I begin? Well, Morris was my FIRST married man, and should have been my last. But y’all know THAT story!... We dated 15 years ago for 3 years... I LOVED this man, do you hear me? LOVED HIM... how we met was the cutest thing! I used to manage a retail store in langley park, and he had a part-time gig at a family owned childrens shoe store that was next door.. He worked on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and whenever he worked, he would bring me lollipops from the shoe store... After weeks of doing this, we finally exchanged numbers... And that was the beginning of something special... ...so, I get in the car, first thing that he says is; you had a baby? And I was like, DAMN, have I gained THAT much weight, hell I had the baby 6.5 years ago... Note to self: stop eating, and focus on good health, and losing some damn weight! Dude was always a well dressed man, and if you know nothing about me, I think you all know that I am a sucker for a well dressed man, and back then I was drawn to them like a moth to a flame... ...he takes me to pick up lil man, and we start to talk about everything, mostly catching up on each others lives... He told me that he was still married to his high school sweetheart, his daughter was now a lawyer and his son was graduating from high school this year... That was wild! Hell, when I was dating Morris his son was 3 years old, and his daughter was a lil hot body in junior high... I then asked about wifey, and he told me that wifey has M.S., she was diagnosed in 2000, and had to take a early out do to her illness... he said that it’s been a long hard road to travel, but he was committed to being by her side... for some reason hearing this touched me... Morris and his wife have been together since junior high school , they got married because she was pregnant, I wouldn’t say they were soul mates, however they are dedicated, too one another, and I respect that... I didn’t respect or understand it then, but 15 years later, I get it! She stood by him thru his days of running the streets, and being on paper for years (probation), and also thru the relationship he had with me, and lawd knows how many after me... And now his standing by her side during a debilitating illness... I find that beautiful! Don’t ask me why, but I do... Sidebar: I am finding more and more that a man may stray, but if he has a woman who has been by his side thru thick and thin, he will NOT leave her... In my eyes that’s loyalty, but I sometimes wonder at what cost? A lot of these dudes are dedicated but aren’t completely happy, and far from fulfilled... With all that said, loyalty is some real shit... that ride or die shit! ...ater we discussed him, we discussed me, and where I was in my life... He was not surprised to hear I wasn’t married... He told me, not too many men can handle you Teal. And he’s correct... I filled him in on everything, lil man, my mom, dad, etc... I caught him up on my girlfriends that he knew of from back in the day... And I filled him in on some of my wicked ways! I told him I was bi now and the dude was baffled beyond belief! I knew that more than he could handle, but hell, I have nothing to hide... ...there was an awkward silence for all of 60 seconds, and then he told me, I think of you often... You were the best thing to ever happen to me... And although it was bad timing, you meant the world to me... I was BLOWN away... Honestly, because I didn’t know he felt that way, and Mainly cause it was unexpected.. And then, he started to go into our time together... Lawd y’all this dude started to spit out shit, that I had forgotten about... He reminded me about the times we would lay in bed by candle light and I would read to him... He told me he loved that I read to him... He reminded me about Christmas gifts we had exchanged, and went on to tell me that he still cherishes the watch I gave him... he reminded me of the times that he and wifey were beefing and I would sneak him into my moms house, and the one time my mom knocked on the door at 2:00a.m.... he reminded me of all the lunch dates, and movie dates... He reminded me of our Sunday’s together... Sunday’s were our day, every Sunday we spent together, rather it was running the streets, or hanging out at home... I was touched by this! We spoke in detail, about so many things, and the whole time I was sitting there in a state of shock... This man never expressed any of this during are time together, I knew he loved me, and I loved him, but to see him 15 years later and hear him speak from his heart in the manner he did touched me in ways I would have never imagined... ...so why am I sharing this? Simply to say that we never know the impact that we make on ones life... to know that I touched this man heart in this manner, made me feel good, and helped me to realize that my loving him was not in vain, and it wasn’t a complete waste of my time... love is about leaving lasting impressions... Trust, it put a smile on face knowing that I left him with a lasting impression and him leaving me with one... and what did I learn from him? I learned that when a man loves you, he will move heaven and earth for you... In my dealings with papi I often reflected on Morris, although they were both married and I had no business being with either of them, I knew this man loved me, and seeing him today confirmed it even more... ...in closing, we exchanged numbers, and will meet for drinks in the weeks to come, but the past will remain in the past, plus my admitting I was bi was a total turnoff for him, I got a major laugh outta that... I guess he’s in that small percentile of men that have no desire to experience a menage a trois... Interesting, I say, very interesting! have a great weekend...
…before I get into this here blog, lemme share one detail, this here blog, is a blog with NO substance, NO rhyme, No reason! I was always taught that when you’re making purchases, and spending your hard earned money, you want quality over quantity… …my first job was at the Smithsonian’s Air and Space Museum as a cashier… I was in the 10th grade. Man, you couldn’t tell me shit. I made all of $6.25 per hour… and I was NOT working at McDonald’s, like some of my friends… the sole purpose of the job was to SHOP, and have FUN… when I got my first check I wanted to SHOP till I DROPPED… you see I wore a uniform every day, and I wanted to wear the cute hip stuff my friends wore, and of course my momma wasn’t haven’t anything to do with that, she didn’t do “trends”… she had a VERY structured, borderline preppy look for me… so I get the first check, and mom says: “Teal, you need to pay yourself, and you need to save, you’ll be going away to college in a few years, and you’ll want your own money” (she ain’t neva lied, cuz I swear they sent my to Oklahoma, and forgot about my ass until Christmas)... All I knew is I wanted to get my shop on! At the time my mom was a big Bloomingdales, Garfinkels (old school DC department store! DMV, y’all remember the flagship store on 14th and F right?), Woodward and Lothrop kinda chick, and I knew from my weekly shopping missions with her, that I could not afford those stores… it was NOT an option! …before I go any further, my biggest mistake was NOT listening to her when she said, “pay yourself first”… that was the beginning of my money mismanagement issues… any who, I was determined to buy some damn clothes, and since I couldn’t afford the stores she shopped at on my lil paycheck, I headed to Lerner’s! Remember Lerner’s ladies? I think it’s called New York and Company today... I made my purchases and skipped my happy none fat ass home! Man, you couldn’t tell me shit… I was on such a high! then I walked in the door, and here comes the voice of reason, my damn momma! “Let me see what you have”? First off when she saw the bag, her nose was all turned da fuck up! (Truth be told I kinda do that shit, also. But, I got it from her)... she asked to see what I purchased, and I gladly showed her… cuz, I was PROUD! Hell I got it with my own money, and I was able to pick out my own shit, without her negative comments… can I just tell you that she shocked the shit out of me, and complimented me on my purchases… and then she dropped the bomb! I remember it like it was yesterday… “Very nice pieces Teal. But, quality over quantity”... I swear her voice went into a baritone state when she said; QUALITY OVER QUANTITY” she went on to say that when you purchase good classic pieces, they will last you a lifetime… she told me that the items that I had purchased would not last past a year for two reasons, they were cheap, poorly made clothes, and, they were “trendy”…. …low n behold, a “few” washings, and dry cleanings later, spring turned into summer, and low and behold the shit, was some shit! And from that moment on I learned that quality beats quantity anyday… she taught me how to appreciate how clothes were made, and to appreciate how slacks were to fit a woman’s body… and, she “was” a diva (now, she’s a retired Birkenstock, dreadlocked, good clothes wearing earthy kinda woman, but still a diva!), and I was her trainee… on another note, I must mention the seeds.. My daughter is OFF da chain, real FASHIONISTA, where as I prefer more classic timeless pieces… but my son, oh boy, I feel sorry for his wife or girlfriend, cuz lil man will break shit down for a sista! “You don’t match”… “Momma those shoes don’t look right” … “momma those heels make your legs look purrty” … I swear he is my BIGGEST critic! …but, back to my momma, I can’t help but wonder if she understands that she created this monster? Any who, on to the subject of the bog… you know me, I always got to give a ill history! Soooooo… last night as I lie across my bed, I did what I always do… I drew a mental picture of what I was gonna wear to work… I decided on my favorite pair of black slacks! Every girl has a pair… the ones that fit you just right, the ones that give you that extra swagger, the ones that you would KILL for… mine are my beloved Donna Karan’s… now, I’m not talkin DKNY, nor am I talkin Donna Karan sport… I’m talking Donna Karan black label, $400.00 slacks! Man, I love these damn slacks… I purchased these slacks in 1995, I was working at Neimans part-time, simply to feed my shopping habit, and I got the pants on sale, and with my discount, the bitches still cost me $285.00… you couldn’t tell me nothin! … a year ago, I started to notice that the silk lining was starting to show signs of wear and tear… but I kept wearing them, hell it was just the lining… I wore them last week for the first time in awhile, and as I was walking I could feel the lining doing STRANGE things, a sign that it was time to let them go… in an effort to save my beloved Donna Karan slacks, I took my ass to the tailor, and asked her what could be done! She laughed, and told me to cut the lining out, and then she complimented the cut, texture, and craftsmanship! Dammit, I knew these shits were the bomb, and worth keepin… So here I sit today, in my damn slacks, and I honestly think, they will have to be placed in the 3rd closet (the, I can’t possibly throw THAT away closet)... granted, they still look good, and I still look good in them, but the damn things are 13 years old… and since I cut out the lining, they don’t feel right! Now, they still look good on me, but, they are hanging on by a thread... my babies are dying on me… So this is my ode to my Donna Karan slacks… oh how I love thee… You took me from winter to summer and still looked good… from no panties at all, to thongs, to my boy cut shorts, you made my ass look like a coffee cup stop… from Sunday brunch, to Monday’s staff meeting, you always stood out, and filled in whateva clothing blank! I thank you Donna Karan slacks, for you have served me well, and If nothing else, I gots my money worth… Ok, I’m trippin, but I swear I am emotionally attached to these bitches! And the thought of giving up one of my first “major” clothing purchase is making me a lil sad… but, I will survive, because at the end of the day… it’s just a piece of textile! But boy did they make me smile! Lol So, if u made it this far, tell me about your “favorite” luxury item.. Do u agree in quality over quantity or do you prefer a mass of whateva?
 …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...
 ...i did mention i was in re-post mode didn't i? well, i am! oh, and in a past life, i was "Paramour"...
Enjoy... paramour darlin' soooo nice to finally meet you... so nice to finally see those luscious tits up close and personal, and that pussy... OH MY! people, if you could only be here to witness ms paramour up close and personal you would be amazed at the essence of her womanliness... as I sit across from her I can smell the sweetness of her pussy drifting thru the air... as I sit here, I can see the erection of her bulging nipples as they salute me thru her camisole... and those eyes, those eyes, they tell the story of paramour! I’ve been attempting to meet the elusive ms. paramour for months... after months of persistence, she has finally given into my desire to meet n' greet and ask her a series of well thought out questions, that will help me, to help you to understand the woman behind the photos, and the words... paramour has been a mystery to me... journey with me as I attempt to learn more about the sexy beast, ms. paramour... sit back as I ask her a series of questions in regards to her sexual quest! sexionnaire: how long has it been since you had sex? paramour: well love, I typically don't like to kiss and tell! but, since you asked so nicely, I will tell you. my last tryst was with my number one boy toy, this past Tuesday evening! he indulged me in some of my kinkiest desires... hence him being the number one boy toy, or maybe he's “ man toy”.... sexionnaire: if there has been hiatus, was it self imposed? paramour: well, I have had a moment of celibacy. I’m happy to say it was self imposed. my last moment of celibacy ended in 1998, prior to that I hadn't had sex in 2 years! I must admit, I found new and improved ways to pleasure myself solo! I found myself going down a road of sexual self destruction, in order to get myself back on track, I took a break from intercourse, and focused on personal fulfillment! It was a much needed sexual hiatus... sexionnaire: do you feel less worthy when you don't have sex? paramour: this is paramour your talkin to darlin'... me, feel less worthy? never! if anything, I feel more worthy when I don't have sex, and spend my time seeking someone who is worthy of having my good sex... sexionnaire: what smells sexy to you? paramour: sex smells sexy to me! I love the aroma of a sex filled room... other things that smell sexy to me, is a man fresh off the basketball court, or right outta the gym, nothing like sticky, sweaty dick, I love that shit... brings out the animal in paramour... I also love the natural essence of some of my victims... cologne is something that catches my attention when I’m out and about, what may smell great on one man can smell horrible on another, that's when chemistry comes into play... I would say my all time favorite aroma is that of my own scent! I get more pleasure outta sniffing my own panties, than anything else... sexionnaire: what sounds are sexy to you? paramour: hmmm, I need to give that some thought! off the top of my head, i would say that the sound of water, sounds sexy to me... the sound of a fat dick slippin n dippin in and out of my wet pussy sounds real good to me! the sound of my man hummin after he's busted a load all over my tits sounds good to me... and then there's the sound of sexual solitude, that quiteness that some of us experience after the deed is done, when your in that reflective state, just absorbing the moment... sexionnaire: are there any foods that specifically remind you of sex? paramour: that's easy! bananas, cucumbers, cow tongues, and whip cream! cow tongues you ask? hmmmm, some secrets just can't be shared... Next time your in a butchers shop, peep out a cow tongue, and let your imagination run! sexionnaire: when you see others' bodies what arouses you? paramour: so much turns me on! first and foremost, i am a visual person! i can appreciate true beauty, now when i say this i'm not only speaking of ones features, but the beauty in their chosen attire, the beauty in a pair shoes etc... but, the things that make me do a double take are a strong confidant man, which is clearly noticed in his stance, and is further confirmed with his "swagger"! i can appreciate a man or a woman with nice, well maintained hands! ( i got a hand thing going on, as you can see from some of my pics!)... i like a man with a nice strong buff ass body, i like a nice strong chest.. now for my sista's i actually prefer my women a lil thick, perferably someone with a similiar build nice juicy tits, with fat engorged nipples, and a fat juicy ass... i must say that i have found myself peeping out mre petite women lately! at the end of the day... i can be feelin every aspect of a man or womans body, but ummm, if the mental game isn't right, i am instantly turned da fuck off! sexionnaire: have you ever had anal sex? if so, did you like it? do you like it? paramour: have i ever had anal sex? but of course! anal sex is one of the best forms of pleasures known to mankind! i enjoy it immensly however, experience has taught me that not all have perfected their technique! anal sex is all about passion, patience, and precision... i personally save my anal love for my special someone... sounds a lil crazy, but some things are sacared, ny ass being of them! sexionnaire: are orgies (swing parties) appealing to you? paramour: being the visual person that i am, i can appreciate an orgy! the sights, the sounds, the smells... yummy! sexionnare: would you like to have sex with two or more men or women at the same time? paramour: oh my... your really trynna get in paramours deviant lil mind aren't you? i must admit one of my before i marry or before i die wishes is to experience double pentetration! i already know who the participants would be, and who's dick would fit where... just gotta make it happen... in due time my dear! in due time... as for the ladies, i'd love to be in room filled with other sexy sistah's feast on one another... ummm, the thought of it makes my pussy leak! sexionnaire: have you thought about having sex in uncoventional places: last four rows of an airplane, the lavatory of a train or bus, the back seat of a car, an elevator? paramour: well darlin let me just tell you i have earned my mile high wings several times over! you know mami was a flight attendant, for 7 years, and i am proud to admit that i have fucked on every aircraft, in every possible location of the aircraft, from the belly to the lavatory, from the cockpit, to the emergency exits! so, ummm, maybe your readers should hit me up for there aircradt fantasizes, and i can help them come to fruition! mami won't do greyhound, to damn nasty! and the train, well i've played with my pussy many a day on the metroliner, and i have jacked a dude or two off, but thats the extent of my train trysts'! sexionnaire: how do you feel about men using your douche or enema bag during sex? paramour: well then! i can't say how i'd feel about such a thing! however i will say this, i'm open to experienceing anything once! i may be open to such.... as i ponder this question, i have to wonder what pleasure would any man get outta givin me a douche' or enema? maybe one of your readers can help me out on this one! sexionnaire: do you use sexual accoutrements(dildos, vibrators, harness, lubricants, ben-wa balls, etc.)? paramour: do i! what's sex without a few sexual accoutrements... hmmmm, my stainless steel ass plug is calling my name as we speak! ....maybe we should pause, so i can soak it in some hot water! sexionnaire: do you use food in your lovemaking: whipped cream, strawberries or other fruits and veggies, oils, or honey? paramour: nothing like fucking with honey spread all over your body! nice and stick, icky, icky! I’ve played around with food, a lil whipped cream, a lil honey, some cherries stuffed in my pussy! ummhmmm, I like to make'em search and destroy... sexionnaire: do you need to be in a specific mood in order to have sex? paramour: it helps if I’m attracted to my prey! no attraction = no nookie! sexionnaire: do you enjoy force with penetration? paramour: I am the force! I thought you knew that! I am a hot bodied sexual, insatiable, succubus, who is always willing to be devoured by one who has the where with all to take it... ...with that said, cum correct, or don't cum at all, or, you'll be taken! sexionnaire: how many of at least 369 positions have you tried? paramour: who keeps count! I just fuck, whatever position I end up in, I end up in... simple as that, mami doesn't keep count! sexionnaire: do you masturbate? yes, no, why? paramour: do I? at least daily.. why? because I’m never satisfied! as I sit here answering your questions, I’m masturbating, clinching my pussy walls together, as my clit rubs up against my panties... sexionnaire: do you enjoy sex in the water? paramour: I can appreciate a hard fuck in the shower, or a passionate fuck in the tub... for me , the best water fuck, is the beach fuck! sexionnaire: what is the most unusual place where you've had sex? paramour: not really unusual, but mos def risky! but, the stairwell of the last company I worked for, then there's the time at the local country club, during a lacrosse match! ummhmm, I let him slip his dick right in me amongst a crowd of hundreds! well ms paramour, it has been a pleasure interviewing you! you always startle my senses, and leave me wanting more! I must also thank "black erotica" for allowing me to use their sexionnaire questions to get a little more insight on the infamous paramour4u2adore, the ultimate sexy succubus...
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