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I want to have sex. Right now.

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TMI Tuesday

Reblogged from thepleasureprinciple

thepleasureprinciple:

Looking back on last weekend, its a blur. It’s weird. Most of the time I can look back and remember exactly what we did, but this time its almost as if my mind is in a hazy sexual blur.

Everything happened so fast, but lasted so long. Everything felt so good. It had been a long time since we could be so loud, so carnal. I can’t think of anything that feels better than him being inside me. I can almost feel the sweat dripping down my face, down my neck, down my back, as I rode him just the way he likes. My hands gripping the headboard for balance.

I can remember how fucking good it felt to have his hand around my neck, stroking me so hard I couldn’t see straight, I couldn’t breathe. The deeper he went the tighter his hand was around my neck, the harder I came all over his dick.

I remember how good it felt when he hit my spot, over, and over, and over again. I was face down ass up. I could barely stand in my heels anymore, and the hot pink tape around my wrists kept me from being able to do much maneuvering. All I really could do was take it. That nut was so fucking glorious.

He does this thing where he puts my legs on his shoulders, my thighs are on his chest, and its at this very moment that I’m happy to be so tiny because the power he has over me as he drives into me is unmistakable.

I beg him to come. I don’t think I can take the pleasure for much longer, I don’t know how many more times I can come, but I need to feel him come inside me. I tell him that I’ve been a good girl, I tell him I need it … I tell him I need to feel all over him inside me. And he gives me exactly what I’m asking for. 

Nothing really beats that feeling … the feeling of him coming inside me … for me … and only me … that shit makes the wait that much more worth it.

Reblogged from thepleasureprinciple

thepleasureprinciple:

I’m organizing files on my computer and I found a nice little piece. I don’t remember if I’ve ever shared this or not. But it reads:

She tingles as you caress the space where my thighs meet, the space where heat forms and passion is ignited. I didn’t realize how much I missed you until now. Didn’t realize the effect not having your touch did to me. didn’t realize how much I missed your presence until I fell into you and felt you near me again.

I need your palm at the nape of my ass urging me to lie further on the bed like I need air to breathe; but I can’t seem to find any. Your hand is grasping my neck tightly, I’m gasping for air, feeling light headed. You’re so fucking deep inside me. fucking me. deep. you’re inside me.

You possess the power within this moment to make me do whatever you want. I am completely and totally at your mercy. at your mercy screaming for mercy. screaming for Jesus and mercy yet your power within me is giving me nothing but vengeance. Angry thrusts. You missed me like I missed you. Missed me in ways that words can’t describe so you use your body. your hands. your mouth. I can feel you licking me, kissing the places I normally hide with shame and embarrassment. drinking my sweetness like I produce the finest. drinking … drowning in my juices until the pleasure beings to hurt. my body can’t take much more of this torture. sweet torture. orgasms are becoming a chore. I really don’t know if I have anymore to give.

And then I come one last time. softly. not nearly as hard as all the other times. this final orgasm came waving a little white flag, my body surrendering to you, announcing that I had no more to give. But you did. And you gave it to me. You were all over my stomach, my breasts. You were there, marking your territory once more. I could smell you on my skin, taste you on my lips. I watched in awe as you released your power and revealed to me your vulnerability. I watch you as your eyes close and your head tilts back. Your body trembles, groans escape your mouth. It’s at that moment I know, I know that you’re mine.

I need some sex.

Reblogged from shehateme

shehateme:

Some aggressive sex.

I want to pull on her hair, slap her ass, choke her, tie her up, make her follow my commands, and then say my name; just once, soft enough to let me know she’s feeling me, but rough enough that she can’t say it again because my dick is in her throat and she might choke on it.

I want her to sit on my face and let me choke on her yoni juices running down my cheeks.  I want her thighs to suffocate me.

I’m feeling quite aggressive right now.

Yeah.  Right now.

I need some sex.

Some aggressive sex.

I want to pull on her hair, slap her ass, choke her, tie her up, make her follow my commands, and then say my name; just once, soft enough to let me know she’s feeling me, but rough enough that she can’t say it again because my dick is in her throat and she might choke on it.

I want her to sit on my face and let me choke on her yoni juices running down my cheeks.  I want her thighs to suffocate me.

I’m feeling quite aggressive right now.

The REAL Reasons Sensible Men Don’t Like Giving Women Oral Sex

Reblogged from 267349

the4mat:

There are reasons both plural and compelling, and seldom discussed by female sex columnists for the simple reason that they don’t know. But I’m going to lay it out on the line for all of you ladies, so that you will.

Here they are, in order of increasing importance:

1. Because some vaginas are s a scary looking mess, especially in relation to the rest of a women’s body. Seriously ladies, how often do YOU get to inspect the entrance to your birth canal at a distance of several centimeters? It’s a scary, asymmetric looking thing, built more like a water spout or drain (the tap on a keg of beer comes to mind, provided that it is an old and banged up tap) than anything nature might have intended to attract the male. That’s why nature saw fit to cover it up with hair. Not for nothing do you never see animals engaged in oral sex. Nature did not intend for this to happen, as it has no procreative value.

2. Because getting to it is hard work. Seriously, unless a man is the sort of yoga class attending pansy who can twist his body into the shape of a pretzel, he would rather eat a pretzel than eat pussy. It’s just too hard on the male neck to get down to it. Utterly unlike say, fellatio for the woman, because while the penis protrudes from the male torso with at least three degrees of freedom, the pudendum just sits there and has to be approached by much more arduous means.

3. Because many vaginas smell bad. Really ladies, and rather than have to be the one to break this news to you, we choose to make up excuses as to why we cannot go down there.

4. (The MOST IMPORTANT reason.) Because vaginas can make you sick. The soft, moist, pink tissues of the vagina can harbor numerous pathogens that can be readily transmitted to the soft, most and pink tissues of a man’s face, and these include herpes, syphilis, NGU, chlamydia, cancer-causing strains of HPV (as the CDC has noted), Creutzfeld-Jakob Disease, Q-fever, Lassa Fever, and the clap. Short of using a rubber dental dam (which no man wants to mess with), there’s just no safe way of going down on a woman without a whole team of epidemiologists and microbiologists standing at the ready to do a thorough inspection.

5. Because going down on a woman is the physical equivalent of being the first one on the relationship to say “I love you.” Not a wise move.
And yet … I am the first to admit that when the time comes and I fall in love with a true woman of valor and make her my wife, I shall readily do this and more to keep her happy. But until then, “I’m staying out of Dixie.”

k.

The title threw me off.  As a Pussy Eating Champion, I HAD to go check the OP’s page out to see what was up.

Turns out, someone posted this on Craig’s List.

I’m not even going to try and rebuff the points made in the article; it’s not worth it.  All I’m gonna do is link you to HERE and HERE.

Happy reading.

Because My Inbox Can’t Handle What Me And Tia Are Discussing

I wish I could describe to you guys the feeling excitement sheer joy I get when I perform cunnilingus.

Also known as my favorite thing to do.

Just like writing, just like cooking, there’s an art to doing it.  I’m not saying I’m the best in the world at doing it… but the basic and intermediate skills I’ve got down pat.  Accordingly, the advanced levels varies by each woman.  Any man that says he knows EXACTLY what to do right out the gate is LYING, because he doesn’t know your body.  Some women, clitoral stimulation is where it’s at; others, it’s the penetration of your tongue.

Anyway.

(TMI and Spoiler Alerts ahead!)

I love it.  The anticipation of seeing my woman wondering why my kisses are getting lower and lower.  The light bulb of realization that I’m going down there.  The slow tease of pulling her pants/drawers/boyshorts/thongs off.  Not directly attacking the yoni, but slow kisses starting from the ankles on up.  Reaching the middle part of her thighs and licking them.  That shiver that she gets.  Kissing the labia majora, both sides, not even paying attention to the throbbing of the clitoris.  Seeing her vagina BREATHE with baited breath, waiting on the first bit of contact.  Spreading the labia majora and licking softly the labia minora.

Then, after all that teasing, finally, the underside of my tongue makes contact with the clitoris.  The flicker of my tongue, the way I use my top lip to pin it, make it not move, make it stand and take it.

MAN.

Having her wrap her thighs around my head, crossing her ankles.  Her hand on my head.  I tease.  Slow.  Fast.  Fast.  Slow.  Stop.  Go.  Go.  Stop.  Then make that motherfucker hammer time. © Big Sean

Then I find THE SPOT.  There’s a spot between the 12 and 1 o’clock position where…

Mmm.  I’m giving away secrets.  Never mind.

But yeah.  I love it.  20 minutes and we’re ready to start the race.

Or I’m ready to leave her on the bed while I go do something else.

What?  It’s not all about me.  I don’t have to be pleased every time out, that’s not the point.  I eat pussy because I enjoy it, not because I want something in return.

Tune in next week when I talk about my major weakness.  Surprisingly, it’s not breasts.

It’s face sitting.

Reblogged from shylalen

shylalen:

Okay, a friend of mine asked me for some advice. 

Here’s the deal. He’s married with 2 children, but his wife doesn’t wanna have sex. He has explored all of the health reasons as far as pain, discomfort, ect. She REFUSES to masturbate and gets extremely angry when he does- which means MORE time between when they have sex. 

He hasn’t considered cheating since he doesn’t desire to have sex with any other woman than his wife. 

IF they have sex, it has to be at 1am (he gets up for work at 4am) or at 10 am if he’s home ( when the kids are awake and running around). No other time during the day is acceptable for sex. 

She doesn’t do:

• oral (*)
• anal
• foreplay
• Watch porn (*)
• masturbate (*)

( the *’s mean she did them PRE-Marriage)

I feel SO sorry for him. They need to get on some sex therapy or something. Poor guy.

How I wish this was on 2 Tasty Tongues.

You’re right in your assessment, ma’am.  They need to go to therapy or she needs to visit the doctor.  There’s something deeper there that either she’s not telling or HE’S not telling.

Either or, something has got to give.  Unless both parties agree, a split in sexual habits will lead to a rift in the marriage.

Random Ramble Kind of a Rant Maybe….

Reblogged from ramblingsofanurbanjawn

ramblingsofanurbanjawn:

I’m a grown ass woman dawgs. I’m a sexual being (even if I am sexless at the moment).

I can be emotional, but generally I can keep my head about me. Especially if we are all being honest.

With that being said…..

Sometimes I have no problem with the smash and pass. I’ve done it before and I’ll probably do it again.

*sidenote: smash and pass (for me) means someone you sleep with but you are not, nor have you ever been, romantically involved. It is not a one night stand. I never have and never will have, a one night stand. Smash and pass can happen more than once. 

What I do have a problem with is dishonesty when it comes to the smash and pass (or any smashing in general, really). Yo, if you just wanna smash, say so. It’s all good. I may be down, I may not be down, but give me the CHOICE to be down or not.

I’m grown. Sometimes I might be just fine with a good old roll in the hay and then deuces. But give me the choice. When you are dishonest you take away my choice. Because what if I want or I am expecting something more and you give me reason to believe there is going to be something more but then….at the end of the day…you just wanted to smash. I get hurt. And shit will get messy.

That’s not fair. You took away my ability to make an informed decision because you provided bad info. 

There is, of course, another side to that. Ladies, don’t tell someone that you are down for a smash and pass when you know you get emotionally involved when it comes to sex. If you KNOW you have never been able to separate sex and emotion, do NOT tell the homie that you’re good with the smash and pass. If you KNOW that you want more from the homie do NOT say you’re good just to bone. You’re not. You’re gonna get hurt. And shit will get messy. And that’s not fair. You provided bad info.

I dunno.

Just sayin’.

Ramble done. 

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