Verbal Abuse: It Turns Me On! Ahh Yesss!

Once I dated this guy younger than me. I’ve only dated younger one other time really, but he hardly qualified as so. I can conceive of only one other person that was younger than me that I’ve dated and that was by some months, hence it didn’t actually matter. Older men make my pussy lips quiver. This guy truly younger than me was like a parasite. He would feed off any verbal abuse I would give him. Let me curse him out thoroughly; he was hot. Don’t let me curse him out in front of people, his bitch ass would damn near start undressing.

Okay! I liked it, but I got tired of him and his “problems”. It didn’t take long. There’s only so much thrill in abusing a lover for me. I didn’t really want to be in a relationship with him anyway. I was young too, and although I was assertive, even then, I wasn’t nearly as much as I am now. There’s  a long story of how I got with him. I’ll run it down one year. I don’t care to rehash, and it’s kind of sordid.

I am not a top. I am not a dominate. Well, I can be. I just don’t really like it for long. I’m fulfilled as a submissive. I don’t consider myself complex, but again, I am assertive, outspoken, and content with self. Other women, there are a large number that are not. I have my faults that I always work to improve, but there are some women who can’t get wet unless their man talks to them like I did that younger dude.

I think that women who are into this, or maybe allow it because some are just victims of their pasts, do women like me a disservice when they do not inform their male partners that not every woman is going to be into that bullshit.

I have been fucking for many years now. In the town I grew up in, I’m sure I am still thought of as loose. I was fucking around before it was acceptable to do so. Growing up, then in a small town with a reputation for being sexually active before adulthood came with a stigma and people tended to perceive me through foggy, fucked up lenses. I guess it was perfectly standard for males my age (usually my age, mature men didn’t do this dumb shit) from their vantage point to come up to me and talk shit to me and fully expect to get my love and affection for it.

Not the one, hoe!

Living in different towns, the same thing would happen. You could say I carried myself in a certain way. I don’t know, but I think all women experience this, but it’s all in how you handle it that will be deciding factor in what you have to put up with out of people. There’s always some buttfuck asshole willing to test his luck by saying some dumb shit to see if he can get some play from it.  A person has to test their odds, but really. That’s all that some dudes have, and bewilderingly it works.

So many assholes are walking around with beautiful women on their arms’ like they aren’t the losers that they are, because they said some fuck shit to a woman and she fell dumb ass over heels. It’s one thing to be a dom, it’s another just to be abusive because you’re fucked up and you have a fucked up mate. Doms do what they do with respect. What love or sexual chemistry is there in disrespect?

But let me not hate. These men are out here eating well off of this behavior. I just wish one of you would pay for a billboard to go up somewhere to let these shitbags know, it doesn’t work on me. My pussy dries right on up! Check my furrowed eyebrows if you don’t believe me. Right after that, the filth will be flying out of my mouth. And not the good kind that you want.

Until next time: all your rude, ass bastards, LEARN HOW TO TALK TO A FUCKIN’ LADY!

A Strange Dick In My Face. Eek! What Do I Do?

A common comment about a woman’s decisiveness as to who she will give it to is that we women know within seconds of a first encounter if we will fuck or not. It is said, depending who is doing the enlightening, that a woman decides in 5 seconds up to a 2 minutes. I learned this about myself early in my adulthood. I’d already been having sex, but at that time I was coming into my womanliness. On a college campus at the age of 18, with a curvy, smooth shape, I was hit on constantly. I always knew, regardless of what they said to me, how they looked, what they smelled like, if I would be with them or not. I knew if I wanted to fuck them. They didn’t have to do anything special to coerce me.

A woman’s intuitiveness within herself about such doesn’t make her aggressive either. It’s just that we have power between our legs and we should wield such as seen fit. But what happens when the woman knows she isn’t interested. What happens when she lets her decision not to fuck be known upfront, within the first 5 minutes, and dude keeps pressing trying to change her mind, any way that he can devise?

That woman is gonna be maaaaad. When she finds out that he has refused to accept her denial of his desire for her, she will go off. I know this. It happened to me, again, this morning. But why do I keep finding myself in this situation?

Because I’m clueless. When  a man keeps trying to have me, when I’ve explicitly told him he can’t, I move on from his issue. I will accept his friendship, blinded to the fact that he doesn’t want my friendship. He still wants my puss. What is wrong with me? I wish someone would tell me so that I can stop these men from hating me when we get to the point in our one-side friendship where they learn they will stay with blue balls holding out for me.

I need help. This could ruin my career as an author. Men going around trashing me because I didn’t give them me in the buck could really hurt my book sales. That’s what he told me. I could see through that, but not the other shit. I care more about book sales than him and his dick?

He also told me I’m such an asshole. Po’ lil tink, tink.

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Boo on that lame. Anyway, let’s move on from that tragedy. The reading from Monday’s radio show appearance is up on the site. Click >>>here<<< and scroll to the black box in the middle of the page. Cum for me, baby!

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Ohhhh daddy, lick me. Put your tongue in my puddle.” I moan, my head falling back over my shoulders, my elbows propping me up on the pillows. He’s on the floor betwixt my legs. I’m on the bed. My ass is hanging over the bed. Better for him to hit it deeply when he drives his fat cock in me.

“Ow, ow, owwwww, don’t stop kissing me. Play with my clit with your tongue. Uh, uh, uhhhhhh!” I screech, my body sheeny with sweat landing on the pillows heavily, my limbs feeling as if they are disenegrating into jelly.

Tune in to hear me, baby. I want you to soak your underwear with me. Or will you drive it deep while you listen to me? Mmmmm.

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He Asked Her, “Is There Cum On My Lips?”

Sex has value. Sexual activity has value. Sex has levels. Everyone has their own defining and factoring points.

What comes first: the chicken or the egg? The cart or the horse?

I’m a glutton. I can’t ever decide what I must have over the other. But Mr. A., AKA Mr. Drama, wants me to choose. Can you?

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Interracial Porn: A Black Girl’s Perspective

White pussy doesn’t scare me. I’m not offended seeing a big black cock fucking the hell out of one. I love black dick. That’s the only type I’ve ever had. Who could be mad at the sight of a black cock doing what it does best: stretching walls until they ooze? That’s my shit right there!

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Once upon a time, I avoided interracial porn. It didn’t seem to do much for me. As I’ve gotten older, and probably looked at way too much porn than natural, I’ve explored my outer realms of approved viewing content. In my younger times, I strictly watched black on black porn because it was only what I could relate to. That was when we all we had were unmarked VHS tapes to beat to. As the times have advanced and technology has progressed to make it more accessible, I’ve opened my mind to what’s out there and spread my legs to material that I would have called boring 10 years ago.

Those related videos are something else aren’t they? Likely, that’s how I ended up watching my first IR porn and liking it, curious to know what the letters BBC stood for that I read in clip titles. Connecting the letters to what was in the animated screen cap, I easily figured it out then clicked on to watch.

What I enjoy most when watching IR porn is the sensuality. I get off the most when watching IR where the white female is obviously pleased to be getting it from her black partner. I hate dead fucks and will click off if the sex is too contrived. This is a general fact for me (I also like MILF and mature stuff-those hard up hussies lose it trying to get an orgasm, and I FUCKING love it). That’s all it is. I just like porn where the woman is actually orgasming, you can see it, the white silk between her legs and you can hear her. You can tell by how she claws and squirms.

I can’t say that I enjoy white male partner on black female partner. I just haven’t seen anything I like. I don’t prefer any other alternate pairings either of interracial sex, except one. I’ll post on that some time later on.

It’s just something about that black dick. Black dick in white snatch doesn’t bother me at all when I’m playing to get off. That’s just it.

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There’s nothing political about this post, so don’t go making it so. Take it at face value and don’t add anything to it or deduce from it. Watch this hilarious video below before you go, and keep your issues to yourself. Thanks!

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