New Boyfriend Application

So this is a play on the old version I had, but this one is more of a check list of things I want to happen, qualities I want you to have, to see if you are a cut above. 

Personality

• Charming, but not used in a sleazy way
• Loyal to me not just his mommy
• Honest
• Funny, no Hilarious ,when the occasion calls for it
• Smart, not rocket science smart, but smart enough to hold a decent conversation about politics, religion, current events, great novels and other topics of substance.
• Generous of heart and mind, not always of pocket
• Self-Identity, has one and doesn't look for it in me 
• Realist, because anything else just clashes to much

Likes

• Adventure, but can balance my reckless abandon.
• Art & Culture not the stuffy/snobby kind
• Video Games, to the point of enjoyment not life fulfillment
• Sports to the point of enjoyment, not star-crazed fandom
• Sex, but knows the difference between porno dialogue and relationship dialogue

Dislikes

• Everything I dislike. lol

Physical Appearance (shallow I know but hear me out first)

• Taller than me (i'm 5'5 not that hard to do)
• Chocolate, no not the candy, the color. I want to end up with a black guy i'm sorry

Now it may seem like a lot to ask for because its all written out, but honestly, I am more concerned with the man you are not the job you have or the cars you drive. Money comes and goes, but being a good man is hard to find. Honestly if you are this person, you have a stable job, your own residence, and a car to drive, because you are responsible and well put together. If not, I guarantee you are on the way. 

Passion Parties and Sex Classes

so it has been brought to my attention that I should start holding class and doing passion parties again. I think that can be a lucrative and fun way to make money while I try to get this book finished and published. So official notice, I am in the works of planning my lessons and getting supplies. January 2012 it begins. More details to come, so please be on the look out. I will also offer Skype classes for my long distance students. I'm excited so get excited!

Damn I gotta stop drinking.

I know this one goes a way back, but after having a few drinks at my Christmas party yesterday I have been feeling flirty and a little horny. Then today this song pops up on my ipod and I feel like its a sign that I will either have great sex soon or just be horny for a while. I'm hoping for the great sex, but hey we can hope right. 

I figured I have this theme starting of showing videos with my posts, so here you go.

choke me, spank me (pull my hair)- Xzibit 

As the year comes to a close..

here are a few things I learned this year:

• People no matter how much you know them will let you down in a heartbeat.
• Love is for people that aren't me.
• Every time I open my heart to someone they treat it like its worthless and wonder why its so hard for me to love.
• The only person in my corner is always gonna be me.
• Growing from mistakes is hard, but worth it in the end.
• Family is a beautiful thing to have, kids are still annoying
• My tears have fallen too many days, and I need to be happy.
• I have met a handful of amazing people that live nowhere near me
• I am really crabby during the holiday season, slowly becoming a Scrooge or Grinch.
• Cold weather makes me extremely horny.
• Relationship tag sucks for all parties involved.
• Rhode Island is an awful state.

Lil' Mo - Broken Heart

Sit with this one while you wait for me to come back with more posts :)

In the whisper of the night

All I want to hear is the soft breath you take flowing against my neck.
All I want to feel is the gentle caress of your arms wrapping around me.
All I want to see is the deepest parts of your soul from the opening in your eyes.
All I want to taste is the kisses you leave on my lips after you play with my clit.
All I want to touch is the back of your neck as I draw you in closer.

I want the most sensual of moments to be shared with you.
I want the happiest moments of silence as we soak in the pleasure of each others company.
I want you more and more each day, but I realize that is to much to ask of you.
I want for us to be where we need to be with or without each other.

Plus Size Diva in a Skinny Bitch World...

We are a media based society. What we see in the general medias of print, television and the dominant personality the Internet, is the females need to be sexier, sluttier, and all around objects of desire, while men need to be rolling in the money, and sexual gods. Neither side is winning right now, because of this image of perfection that nobody is capable of achieving.

So with that being said, lets take this a step further. Your girl right here is a thick chick, no doubt you have seen my pics in the picture section at the top of this page, so you all know what I look like. I am not by any means this society's standard of beauty. Underhandedly society has let me know this at every developmental stage in my life so far. It doesn't shake my core, because I know the confidence in my walk and the raw nature of my talk speak volumes of who I am and what i'm worth. So I go through my day swinging my hips with grace, rocking my heels with style and flaunting my curves in this skinny bitch world. No offense to the skinny girls, because I fux with y'all, but you are no more fabulous than me and I am no more fabulous than you. I just need you to realize I am here to stay, and the balance is soon to be realized and actualized.

But hey that's just how I feel about society today. Plus size diva in a skinny bitch world ;)

I miss the old me...

I miss parts of the old me who I was before I knew him. The one that didn't give a fuck about feelings. The one that had a plan for what she wanted to do and not just for what she could do. I miss the times I had rolling and not giving a fuck, because I knew how to keep my dreams alive. The old me wouldn't have put up with most of the shit I deal with on a daily basis let alone on the big shit that piles up. The new me however knows how to handle situations better, has better sex, and flirts more, because its healthy. A little nostalgia for the old me, and just to leave ya'll with a little musical enjoyment Nicki Minaj - Dear Old Nicki

Did I forget to tell you?

I don't know how many new people are reading my blog, because I get no comment love..lol, but if you didn't know, this blog is a place for me to vent, dish, and talk out what I'm feeling. If you get offended by anything that is said, you are either telling on yourself or mad the the truth is out there. At any rate, if you don't like what you read please feel free to "Go FUCK Yourself". Thanks for playing and don't worry, your dirty diapers won't be missed.

This has been a message from Management,

Dymond Diva

I need to get a few things straight..

You tell me you love me for my mind,
Every time you come around you want sex.

You tell me I mean more to you than anything,
Every time I need you you're not there.

You tell me I'm the bad in this relationship,
Every time you flake I have to understand.

You tell me I'm the one,
Every time we speak I feel like the back up option.

So I can no longer be mad at you, because I have allowed myself to be where I told myself I would never go again, (the state of LOVE)

Now before I get the haters on my case about oh she's just damaged, she's cold, she's going to be mean to every man she ever meets from now on, let me just say, I have never carried emotional baggage from relationship to relationship. I do however have that little reminder to be careful when entering a new relationship. I forgive, but sweetie never forget. if you don't learn and adapt your life lessons never get learned.

16 and dumb...23 and jaded..

When I was younger, I had an open heart ready for the joys of love. Now that i'm 23 and have gone through the troubles that life has brought me in that department, I am so jaded and disconnected that the man I love is still trying to knock down that wall.

unattached, non-committal, free will, sexual conquest

That is probably the best way to describe my current sex life. I have what I want when I want and never answer to anyone about who I've been with. My sexual freedom doesn't define me, it exhilarates me. People are so often trapped in the box that society likes to close around them, about what a healthy sex life and drive is. The drive of everyone is relatively high considering the age and time we live in, however the difference is how we choose to act upon said drive. I am having a great time in my sex life, but I may be doing too much for certain groups and not enough compared to others, but it doesn't matter because i'm doing enough for me.

You want me..

You want me...chase me!
You need me...tell me!
You want to keep me...embrace me!
You want to love me...know me!
You want to be near me...show me!
You want me to want you...intrigue me!
You want my sex...tease me!
You want my heart...love me!
You want my smile...please me!
You want to be in my reality...challenge me!


Ask yourself first, what do you want from me?

Turn me on

• Grab me when i'm walking away and give me a kiss
• hold my neck when we are kissing
• smack my booty (softly) to let me know you are feeling frisky
• debate with me about politics, religion, and anything taboo
• tell me "no" at the right time
• walk up behind me and kiss my neck
• send edible arrangements to my job
• introduce me to your friends, don't just talk about me to them
• text me that you are thinking about me (occasionally, the less often the sweeter it is, because its like a treat)
• when making out, grab the back of my neck to hold me
• Look me in the eyes when you want to kiss me

The next person to say

• I act like a nigga, is gonna get karate chopped in the throat
• I have sex like a dude (all unattached) is gonna get drop kicked
• I'm mean when i'm just being honest is gonna get their eyeball flicked
• I got a phat ass like I don't put clothes over it everyday and already know that is gonna get judo chopped
• My titties are like two honeydews is gonna get flipped over
• how did you sleep is gonna get put to sleep
• Are you mixed with white because i'm light skinned is gonna get left standing there alone
• my name without the last a (cami) is gonna be slapped

That is all I have to say!

Dear him,

Cater/Pamper me like a Queen
Fuck me like a Concubine/Mistress
Love me like we were 100 years old
Be there like I know you know how to be.

Love Me :)

What are you more afraid of...

That he won't wait for you or that he will?

I was watching Castle the other day and this is what Beckett's therapist said to her, and it didn't really sink in until my favorite person said it to me almost word for word when I was talking to him about a certain someone.  It made me think about what I was holding on to. I want him, and then I don't. I feel like it going to end up like Carrie and Mr. Big from Sex and the City minus the marriage. We are going to keep going back and forth and one day I will either finally let him go or he will move on as well. I love him more than words can describe and through our problems of not being able to get on the same page for 5 years, I wonder if it is something that we have become accustomed to as a safety net or could we survive after we are official and/or on the same page. He has a special place in my heart even though we basically have a Skype relationship. Its a big concern for me, because all I want is to be happy with my future life relationship, but I don't want to miss out on someone that is meant for me playing relationship tag like its a game. How long do you wait to get what you think will make you happy? Nothing in life is absolute nor is it guaranteed, so how am I to know if this is what my life has in store for me when I am afraid of what could happen if its over or if its my path. Just something I have conflicting in my heart and head. #ImConfusedInLove

Post #200

Well what can I say? It has been a fun journey so far, and I can't wait for what is to come. Many projects with my writing in the form of books, poetry, and more blog entries. I hope those of you that read my blog regularly have enjoyed the journey thus far and what is to come. Many thanks to your loyalty and don't be shy tell me what you want to read more or less of.

From the Diva

xoxoxo

Taking it off

The stereo turned down low all you can hear are the faint whispers of a popular Maxwell song. I climb in the bed to gently wake him up, because I got home late from work. When he turns over, he smiles and wakes up to kiss me. I tell him to sit up and get comfy I have a special surprise for you. I leave him to change, and he readies himself for this surprise. When I come back I am in a sheer floor length red negligee, because that's his favorite color. I have the matching lacy underwear and fluffy heels to boot. I turn up the stereo to have something to groove to as I begin to do a striptease for him. Moving my hips from left to right dropping it as I move. My gown ties up in the front so I pull one string as I stare him in the eyes, innocently and seductively. My once lace covered breast is now exposed as I continue to dance. I let the gown fall to the ground. I play with the sides of my peek-a-boo panties. I slowly untie one side and cover my private areas while I pull the other side a loose. As soon as my panties hit the floor and I am completely exposed my man is standing at full attention. He curls his finger telling me to come closer so I climb on the bed on all fours to greet his penis with my luscious and very excited lips. I glide his shaft down my wet and watering throat. Taking him in entirely while he moans in pleasure. move up and down wrapping my tongue around his penis making it so wet. I grab his balls and get in a rhythm of massaging them and sucking his shaft. I flick the tip of his dick off the tip of my tongue a few times before I swallow his manhood whole. e reaches for my head and holds me there. I gag a little and I can feel the veins pulsate on his penis. He wants to cum but he is holding it back. He tells me he wants to feel my pussy and see how wet I am, he can't stand the anticipation of the warmth and comfort of how he perfectly fits me like a glove. I mount him to ride like a cowgirl on her stallion. Moving my hips in a circular motion as I ride up and down he can feel the deepest parts of me and I am moaning in ecstasy. My breast are bouncing up and down with every move I make. He grabs hold trying to wrangle me into his presence. I lean forward so he can get a mouthful of my bountiful chest. He whispers in my ears that he wants to go deeper. So as I get off him, he grabs my hair from behind and bends me over. Roughly taking what he wants and how he wants it. Hitting it from the back he is able to go so deep I can feel it all in my pelvis. It hurts, but is balanced with pleasure. Harder I yell. I want to explode with euphoria when I cum. He pushes my limits and I love it. Slapping my ass and pulling my hair as he pushes deeper and harder. I am about to climax and I can feel my legs already getting weak and shaking. He says he wants to cum but he needs to see my face. When he pulls out I quickly turn over and he busts all over my stomach. He collapses next to me and my legs are still shaking. I am utterly exhausted and entirely satisfied. He makes my body feel passion and my heart feel complete. That's my man and that's why he gets special treats ;)

First Date Ideas

For those of you who may be lacking in this department, for finding fun and creative first dates, here are a few ideas to spark some ideas of your own. Depending on what kind of chick you are trying to impress, the less traditional and more thought you put into it, the better. These are some great dates that won't hurt the wallet, and can be totally fun and cute. Some of the best friendships and relationships I've had have started with stuff like this. Don't take my word for it, experience it and enjoy yourself always.

• Batting cages and Jamba Juice
• Dinner at a classic Diner ( not Johnny Rockets )
• Driving to a beach city and having corn dogs at the pier
• Gallery opening for an up and coming artist.
• Comedy show
• Watching local sport leagues play their games
• Playing tourist in a famous area (ie taking pictures by the Hollywood walk of fame, Santa Monica Pier, waiting in line for Pinks Hot dogs)
• Mini golf and arcade games
• Dinner at a boutique restaurant with a funky theme (not traditional)

Is it just me?

When you meet someone new that is drop your jaw attractive, do you ever wonder if they would be good in bed? So my group of friends has regular faces that come around, so for a new face to pop up and be that hot that at least 3 females were like I want that, that says a lot. I have like a little mini crush on this guy now that he has come to two functions and I have spoken to him. He is sexy, a total gentleman, well spoken, and kind of sweet. But as I was talking to him the other night, it was loud and when he leaned in to talk to me, I damn near melted. I wanted to jump his bones right there on the pool table we were standing next to, because if he is this appealing with clothes on, what is he like with them off?
Now I don't know what theories are out there for this type of situation, but when I meet someone new that I am physically attracted to, my first thought is usually if they are going to be a good lay or not. To me that feels like a man tendency, but I don't know. I guess after that initial lust, I calm down and think rationally about what qualities a person has, but that initial I want to jump on them is hard to handle. But my question is does anyone else ever feel like this or is it just me, because I like sex? :)

Damn this weather...

I hate the rainy season because something about it always brings the emotional girlie girl out of me. I always want a boyfriend around this time, just because I turn into this girl that wants to cuddle. I never like cuddling unless its raining outside or they are really special to me. For the life of me, it feels like the rain floods me with emotions and overflows it so I can seek outside warmth to get it under control. I know that may be a bit of a stretch, but can you blame me? I have been the dude in so many of my hook-ups and relationships cuddling just turns me off. Then my girlie side comes rearing its moody crazy head and all of a sudden I want to watch chick flicks, drink wine, cuddle up with a boy and force him to be there with me. Now that I am done venting, should you know anyone worthy of some quality time with me, make sure you send them my way ;) I am officially taking apps for boyfriends and or cuddle buddies. I have enough fuck buddies thanks!

I don't want to be 60 when it happens...

I hate those love stories of it wasn't never the right time. one person's ready and then the other is not. They marry other people and find each other again after kids grow up and spouses pass away. I hate those love stores why? Because you can't enjoy a relationship like your 20s in your 60s. The back and forth love struggle is doomed the moment you realize you're perfect for each other and you can't get on the same wave length. Maybe in another lifetime it could be a beautiful fairytale romance, but I never liked those anyway so to me it just wasn't as destined as previously planned. I would much rather find my love today than to wait till I was 60 and lived my life with another man, because that means who I was destined to be with I couldn't share my life with. But I guess that's why so many of my friends are hopeless romantic, and I am a realist.

I got a few things to get off my chest...

• When stepping to a female like myself, understand that I have a number of suitors. Not on my cocky shit, on some real shit. I meet a ton of people a day and no matter how badd a chick is or how busted she is, some thirsty nigga will hit on her. If I'm not feeling you to begin with, why would I put you as a priority. If you don't like it, talk to some one else, its that simple. there are 8 billion people on the planet if you can't find one that digs you the way you dig them, then fly to Jupiter otherwise move on and get past it. 
• Thirst is a serious disease that can't be solved with water. (thirst = desperation and for this example water = pussy) Thirsty people are needy, clingy, and have nothing but hormones on the brain, because they never acquired the life skill of putting goals and success first, their priority is the opposite sex or in some cases the same sex. These people need to find each other and leave the rest of the population alone. They are the weak links of society that drag down forward progress of smarter generations to come.
• Love is not a science, there is no perfect formula, there are not full proof rules and regulations, and there are no absolutes except that it exists. You can't turn it on and off and you can't choose what your heart wants. Work with it and accept it.
• Everyone is a work in progress, and nobody knows how to live your life better than you, because what works for one person may not work for the next person. Find what works for you and go with it.
• Yes, I am sexually active. No, I will not sleep with you because you think I'm pretty. Yes, I do think you are a loser so being so thirsty. No, you do not have a chance with me ever.
• If you complain about what everyone else is doing, then how are you improving your own life? I mean does God give you heaven credit for hating on someone else's life? Does it put money in your account or gas in your tank to back-stab people you call your friend? if you are so worried about everyone else, then how are you living life to the fullest everyday? 

Self Lovin'

Lotion on my hands so I know they're soft, I rub my nipples in a circular motion just to tease them a little. Pinching the tip to feel a rush to make my pussy wet. I grab them in their entirety, but my hands can barely cup half before it overflows out of my palms. My hands glide down my body to the outline of my pussy. Before I even pull off my panties I can feel how soaked they are, so i slide them off to expose my glistening shaved kitty kat. I rub over my clit to feel the juices on it, and when I take my delisiously soaked fingers off of it to taste, I let out the most seductive moan as if I had a partner watching. I dive back in to feel me out. Slowly penetrating my pussy lips touching the walls and grazing the edges with my freshly manicured nails. It feels amazing with a slight tickle. Rubbing circles around my clit gently, I speed up sending a chill up my spine, I breathe heavier and heavier as I come close to climax. The soft touch of my smooth hands against my pussy screams pleasure inside me. As I make myself cum, my back arches and my hips turn. It is an intense pleasure only I can create from knowing my body. With one hand on my pussy and the other grabbing my breast I let out the whisper of a scream and exhale deeply. Curled up in the fetal position I want to hold in this pleasure and let it resignate through my body.

Single life and Sexual frustration

Being a single woman especially in California is a rough task. We are constantly competing with younger, hotter versions of ourselves. Fresh face in many circles mean new challenges. I am at a crucial age where the guys I want to date are too immature to handle a grown woman interested in serious relationship status and not high school kicking it. Then you have the men that are older but looking to get married tomorrow to any young thing that will give them the time of day. Is it too much to ask for at this time in my life for a man that can handle a sexual relationship without the potential of getting obsessed? Or a man that wants to date a woman secure in herself and her future that has a healthy sexual appetite. I don't need you, but I want you in my world. I am picky with who I date or sleep with like any woman should be, so when there is a drought of men that are men and a flood of men that act more like women than most women my hopes for a good sex life are limited and depressing. I don't need you to be uber sensetive and in touch with your emotions I need a MAN, disconnectrd to his feelings and primed with carnal passion. As bad a that sounds that's what women really want. They say they want a man in touch with his emotions and caring and sensitive, but they leave him for the bad boy fixer-uppers. Don't confuse what i'm saying. Nobody ends up with the bad boy except the bad girl, why because they have a dysfunctional relationship that works. Every woman wants to know that the man they choose has that in them but knows that there is a time and place for it. Long story (already), short I either need to get boo'd up for this cuddle season or its going to be a very long and lonely season.

Adrenaline Junkie

I think with my sex life I have seriously become one, because just having sex is fun, but almost getting caught makes it hotter. The less inhibitions I have and more comfortable I get with my body the more I like having sex in public places. the adrenaline gets my blood pumping and helps me perform better. On the other hand however it seems to make the guy more nervous and stressed, which in turn makes it more difficult for him to perform at a level that would make me satisfied. So its kind of a trade off, that is only semi worth it. If it pays off, the win is amazing, if it doesn't then it is just awful and feels like a waste of time. I wouldn't call myself a gambling woman, but high risks yield high rewards. I'm just saying.

Update

So it has been quite some time since I have posted to the blog, and not because I have nothing to say, but because I am working on book number 2. The first book got a little to emotional and personal for me, so I decided it would be better for me to just move on. I want to give you a little insight as to what book 2 is about. It is broken down into 8 chapters with various scandalous titles such as, random hook-ups, relationship nookie, and lesbian encounters. These of course are all working titles so that I may keep them organized. Each chapter will consist of about 4-6 stories of my experiences in the bedroom good, bad and ugly. One chapter will consist of stories from other parties. So that's what I'm working on these days I will be posting a few articles soon just to keep up with my blog, because i need a break every now and again from the book.

Online Dating..

I was debating giving online matchmaking a try. There are just so many options to choose from. You have the "creeper" way of facebook, twitter, tumblr and other social networks. You have the fixed semi-exclusive way of eharmony, match.com, chemistry.com and others of the like. Then last but no least the always made fun of craigslist and backpage. These sites are no more random than meeting someone in a public place or being set up by a friend. There is such a negative stigma put on this method, because of creepy liars that portray good people but are really just lame losers. Don't get me wrong, I meet people i'm interested in all the time, it just has the champagne affect, pop and fizzle. some of the best conversations and relationships I have ever built started out just talking on the Internet and getting to know each other. But I must say some of my funniest and worst experiences have happened through this method as well. All in all its no different than meeting a undercover creeper at a party or the bookstore, so life's chances are taken at every turn.
Its so awkward when my girlfriends ask me, where did you meet him? sometimes I'm just like I met him on facebook, and before i can say that I play in my head their judgmental reactions and make something else up instead. So i guess what I mean is the risky chance of a website like eharmony doesn't seem so out there, but I can't wait till the societal norm of it changes so people aren't so ashamed of saying that's where they met someone.

Some guys are such babies or...

Maybe my shell is too hard for you to penetrate, making you not worthy anyway. I don't know why you thought you were the only man in my life? I never said anything or did anything that would lead you to believe this. So now that you're mad at me, because you think I played you when I told you I was talking to other guys when you met me, i'm a whore, and a slut and a bitch, because you caught feelings and I don't feel the same way. Tell me something, is it me you're mad at or yourself? You pursued me not the other way around so no needs to call me names when you were the one interested in me. If i'm such a whore and a slut why did you catch feelings and pursue me the way you did? So again I ask, is it me you're mad at or yourself?

What's so wrong with...

telling me you miss me.

just being friends.

being happy for me even if it means not with you.

being a woman that wants a man just for sex and not after anything from him.

living my life for me.

loving who I want regardless of race or gender.

not giving a flying FUCK.

Oh Boobies!

I was taking my shower this morning and don't judge me for this, but I ended up spending a particularly large amount of time lathering my breasts. They are not an overly sensitive area for me, so a million thoughts kept running through my mind as I continue to basically play with my boobs in the shower. Why do guys like big boobs so much? I wonder what I would look like if I lost weight and they stayed the same size? why do some guys love the sensation of nipple play way more than me? Is it weird that I hate when guys spend too much time on the boobs and not else where? just to tell you a few. Now don't get me wrong, but when I say they aren't overly sensitive, that doesn't mean I don't like my chest, I LOVE my boobies, they are two of my favorite assets. I just don't get the whole wow factor. But I digress, they are fun sometimes.

Tasty Treats

I walk through the door hoping to be greeted by the adoring eyes of my puppy, waging her tail and happy to see me. I am instead welcomed home with a trail of rose petals the brightest shade of pink and the deepest of reds. Candles lighting the house and the silhouette of the tall handsome man I love. He takes my heavy bag and large purse off my shoulders. The weight being lifted I am relieved. He hands me a glass of champagne and dips a strawberry in my glass. The perfect taste of bubbly and the sweet juice squirting from this berry is an explosion of flavor in my mouth. To my delight as I peer around the corner of the kitchen is a buffet of sinfully delicious treats and tasty decadent teasers. I see chocolate sauce, whipped cream, caramel, cherries, strawberries, honey, and a bucket full of ice cubes. I turn to look back at my man, and I realize he has stripped down to the bare essentials. Grabbing my body and ripping my blouse open. I pull my skirt down leaving my body nearly exposed. As I unhook my bra, he slides my panties down kissing my thighs on the way, sending chills back up my body. He lifts me to set me on the kitchen table. He lays my body out and begins to play the sweetest melodies in the stereo. I wait in anticipation of the first tasty treat to meet my body. He paints around my ariola with the chocolate sauce, and glides the strawberries through it. With a taste of chocolate on the berry, you can tell he wants more so he takes it. He uses his tongue to play with my nipple as he licks the chocolate off my body. Gliding his tongue down my stomach he gets to the top of my pussy. He tickles my lips with the gentle caress of a berry. Slowly squeezing the juice out only to lick it up. I want to feel his tongue deep inside my walls. Every new sensation building to a climactic and euphoric ecstasy. He climbs on top of the table and guides his body on top of mine, every so slightly rubbing his dick on top of my now dripping wet pussy. I can feel his dick growing, getting harder and harder ready to go deep inside the warmth of my wet pussy. He slides inside of me, moaning with my deep breathes. This is a perfect unity of our bodies, thrusting slowly touching further back with every entry. Breathing in unity the sound is almost a melody, as we speed up to come to a climax of epic titillation. He brings my body to the brink and stops to change positions. My body now tender and ready he bends me over the table hitting my spots nicely. With a slight arch in my back, he he is able to go deeper thrusting so rapidly that the meaty part of his balls hitting my clit making me explode in orgasmic pleasure. My muscles tighten up and squeeze his dick, making him bust. He sounds like a tennis player as he grunts in total satisfaction that he has climaxed. He lays on top of me as we are bent over the table panting heavily. I can feel his cum run down my thigh and it feels so good. I turn my head, reach for the whipped cream and smile, "Round 2?" He smiles back.

A kiss worth a thousand words...

somebody that matches your style of kissing seems to be rare now a days. Maybe its just me and I could totally be making this bigger than it should be, but I don't feel like I am. A great Make-Out Session (MOS) can send chills down your spine and blood flowing to the right places. Let me tell you about a guy I made out with recently. He is a good looking man, tall, chocolate, you guys know how I like them. He was the worst kisser on the face of the earth (this I have decided). He was all over the place, not slobbery or anything but just not in a solid rhythm. Trying to jam his tongue down my throat I thought I was going to suffocate. I wanted to say stop attacking my face, but that would be rude. I tried to direct it, but he was being "take charge". Don't get me wrong I love an assertive guy, but an assertive guy that knows what he's doing is even better. I just don't understand how someone can be such a bad kisser. It literally made me say okay we're done here and kick you out of my house.  If you can't get it together, then don't come around here ya know.

Time for something different...

I've been sleeping with this guy for years and lets call him Mr LA.  Sometimes when he calls me I wonder why I still go see him. Is it because he is like comfort food and always makes me happy in the moment but you wish you would have eaten something healthier? Is it because when you aren't in a relationship he is the perfect dial-a-dick? I don't know what it is, but when I saw him the other night and he didn't make me nut and has the audacity to try and add another girl to the equation, something just clicked and I said to myself, "Girl, we gotta drop this nigga". I've talked about the pursuit of new booty before and that is more if you need the excitement of someone new but still in the realm of your type. I want to mix it up a bit, and try a completely different type of guy. Seeing Mr. LA just made me realize I need to get away from LA and see something different.

Almost the end of May

and I haven't posted since April 21st, that is an injustice, and one that will be corrected immediately. I have been going through a love life dry spell so as many of you know who follow my blog regularly if the sex is dry so is the blog. I do however have a few topics that might peak your interest soon to come. Not getting any new booty, but revisiting some old flames, which is almost always a good time.

Questions I ask myself...

• Why would I settle for a man that doesn't want the best for himself? (you can't possibly want the best for me either)
• Who said it was okay to be set in your ways at an old age? (if you are alone, then something you're doing isn't working)
• What would it be like to only date chicks? (I'm curious enough to think about it, but not daring enough to do it, because i like penis too much)
• When did "LOVE" become the new swear word? (It's not meant to be said out loud in front of people and you might get your mouth washed out with soap if you're not careful)
• Is it a fetish/conquest to be had in being with a black girl or a plus-size woman? (I have to say if it's this much of a fetish or fantasy, what's to keep you once the excitement has worn off when I'm invested in you and you don't feel the same way)
• When did it dawn on people to classify beauty? (You're cute for a big girl is a backhanded compliment, that is really just a backhanded slap in the face)
• I'm a slut for sleeping with you on the first date, so what does that make you?
• If I told you I never stopped loving you, would you feel the same way? (the way we talk still, makes me feel like you would say yes)

Spring is in the Air...

It is that time of year, where the weather warms up and the cheating begins. Temptation is at an all time high because the winter clothes are being put away and the mini skirts and short shorts are coming out. well let me stop, because plenty of good can come from this season as well. Something about Jesus, Easter eggs, and a bunny, I don't know, something like that. This season also brings the beginning of beautiful weather and cheerful personalities. So have fun making new loves, and having amazing sex.

I Am An Enigma...

I am a hell of a lot of work. I am time consuming, aggravating, frustrating, and vexing. I embody some of the worst qualities that are associated with being a woman. I am emotional, unstable and crazy. I accomplish all this while still be caring, nurturing, forgiving, and understanding. I am sexy, beautiful, cute and appealing. I possess the characteristics that would allow me to be a great wife, mother, and support system to my relationship. Yes I am damn complex, but I make it look good and balance it in heels. I work hard now, so I don't have to later. I put my career goals ahead of relationships. I put friends ahead of potentials. To make my point clear, no body is perfect, no woman especially, but I am giving you full disclosure. I am amazing to love, hard to hate and impossible to forget. That's what makes me such a strong woman, so why would I waste my time with someone that doesn't give a shit about themselves enough to ask for the best in them, but expect it from others. If you can't handle my worst qualities, what makes me strong enough to handle my great ones

Pushing The Limits

My deepest desire is to feel you.  I long for your touch, just to be near me. Painfully, all I can imagine is the way you feel inside of me. I want you badly. Ripping my clothes to shreds as you yank them off of my body. I am ready for you to ravish me. You move slowly growing the anticipation for a euphoric bliss only you can provide. I feel your hands grip my sides; you hold on tight as if I were going to let go. Your tongue finds its way to my wet pussy. Slowly penetrating my southern lips with your tongue as it darts back and forth deep inside me and back out to the lips that now engulf your mouth. Barely able to breathe anything but my natural scent you are drawn in and surrounded by the sweet taste of my juices. You make me cum. With the arch in my back you can tell I am enjoying this, so you keep going. Licking and sucking until you see me arch my back again. You make me cum. My clitoris now so sensitive to touch, you massage it to calm me down before you take back to action. My legs shaking in torturous anticipation, I want more, but can I take it. You don't wait to find an answer before you are deep inside my pussy again massaging my clit but this time with your tongue. You make me cum. My legs are weak, but I am filled with joy. I beg you to stop, but you don't listen. All you want to do is see me arch my back one last time in explosive ecstasy. You make me cum. Completely exhausted from the intense orgasam you have laid upon me, I can't take anymore. You whisper in my ear, "My dick is hard, this is just beginning". I ready myself, but nothing can prepare me for the deep penetration you are about to give me. I scream in agony, but the depth feels amazing. I am conflicted. Do I moan or do I scream? I allow this passion to take over my body, with a rush of adrenaline i am strong again. with every thrust I force back pushing the limit that much more. He goes deeper than I have ever felt before and when he explodes inside of me I feel him as his cum runs out and drips down my thighs. He lets out a groan of intense passion similar to that of a tennis player reaching for the last stroke to win the game. He is satisfied and we collapse beside each other. Breathing deeply and utterly crippled from the thrills we have endured.

Rough Sex: Why Is Pain Pleasurable?

I notice something about myself when I got my last tattoo, the pain I felt when getting it was so intense, that at first it just made me wet, but when the area was numb to the pain all I could feel was the vibration which in turn made me cum. Don't laugh, because I know you probably are, but seriously I had this sense of euphoric pleasure. I didn't cum so hard that I arched my back like I would during sex, but I came hard enough where the tattoo artist had to stop and wait for my body to stop moving so he wouldn't mess up. It has however come up more and more in the bedroom department. Maybe its my desire for the man i am with to have more aggressive behavior, but the spanking, the pulling of my hair, makes the sex all that much better. The adrenaline rush from the pain makes it hotter and thus much more enjoyable. So where does this desire originate? any suggestions? Not that I am complaining, just a little curious.

Does The Number Matter?

When you are in the get to know you process of relationships, and you get to the more intimate details of your likes and dislikes the question arises, How many people have you slept with? in some relationships its a bomb dropping moment others its an embarrassing confession. I mean, I know in some circles, the number might be a deal breaker, and in others a completely irrelevant factor. My number is a little higher than most, but not nearly as bad as some. I think it is a unimportant factor when it comes to relationships, because my experience showed me how to do that thing you like, and if I was a virgin you would complain about how I don't know anything. It is like having your cake and eating it too, you can't always get that, especially when you are no saint yourself smashing any girl that will let you. Once the "cherry" is broken it is unimportant what the number is as long as the number stops growing with the commencement of the new relationship. So again I ask, Does the Number Matter?

Who I Am with OR without you!

I breathe life into words with my voice.

I shake souls with the sway in my hips.

I give chills when I glide my lips over you.

I penetrate your thoughts with my wisdom and intellect.

I break necks when I stride in confidence.

You make me speechless with your presence

You send chills up my spine with your voice.

You walked away from me to see if I would cry.

You called back when you realized the mistake.

I walked on with my life and with every set back it makes me stronger.

The Break-up Letter

I do not hesitate to tell you how I feel, nor do I sugarcoat the raw bitter taste of my flaws. I can articulate my speech to the point of a PhD scholar. I can also slang my words to keep it real "ya digg?" Am I stupid for even trying to be with you or are you wrong for deceiving me this far? Questions i asked myself before I entered the door of this relationship and after the demise. Yet from the moment I opened it, you seemed to be on the inside walking out. It is funny how you pursued me to begin with, yet all the while it was just the illusion of happiness being portrayed. You wanted the happily ever after of a fairy tale, with the work of turning the page to read the creator's work. You let the fantasy get the best of you, and showed more emotion than me after my favorite football team lost the Superbowl. I let you in and gave up part of my heart, and you couldn't even take care of that. Makes me glad I didn't invest too much too quickly. I still have my heart to give while the team gets built up again. go back to your lack of groupies, and I'll be onto the next one. Had to throw a little salt in the wounds, even for paper cuts ;)

Relationships are never easy..

So why do so many people make them more complicated than they already are. You add on extra restrictions and expectations when your relationship probably isn't average to begin with. You go through realizations after you make commitments and yes "it is a lie" when two days later you change your mind. Over time like 6 months understandable, over two days a lie. Stroking egos that perpetuate bad behavior is never okay. So yes if you haven't been able to tell, my new beau broke up with me this morning. I was pretty sad for like two minutes, but more upset than anything else. If I give up my groupies to be with you, that means i'm all in, so if you break up with me i'm not upset with you, i'm upset I have to build the team up again. Relationships are never easy, which is why i never take them lightly or enter them without thinking about what you probably fail to realize. People wonder why i'm single, i will tell you. When someone is interested in me they either look at my age and see inexperience or they see me sexually and not really looking for a relationship. I know what I want, and yes at this young age of 22 I know what I need out of a relationship. So when I say you probably can't handle it, I have assessed you. Your words have penetrated my mind, and you can't handle a woman like me who's actually mature and doesn't use emotion to determine what she needs. I wish people would learn to listen to me.

What kind of friend are you?

One of my closer girlfriends spit some truth that I can't help but share. In context her words were "we aren't friend's we're club friends. I consider her a homegirl not a friend" Then I thought about that concept, and mind you I feel like this is one of those known unknowns, but people rarely talk about it. You have different friends you have for different things. You wouldn't invite your club friends to a baby shower and you wouldn't invite the mommies to an after hours club. So what kind of friend are you? here are some of the kinds of friends that I have.

• Best Friend - the person that knows the most about me. Has been through thick and thin, trial after trial, ups and downs. This person would take a bullet for you as you would for them. They can go by many names: BFF, Ace Boon Coon, co-captain, Main Chick, Bottom Bitch, Family, Ace, Top Flight, the list can go on.
• Bestie - its cute, it shortened, and so are the responsibilities. This person is a rather close confidant, but probably doesn't know any of your deep dark secrets. They are the close friend of the right now era in your life, wasn't around for the college ups and downs or the drama of high school, or whatever part of your life you're in.
• Event Friends - You only take this person with you when you are going out. Whether it is to the club, a concert, a art show, live music, bowling, whatever, this is the person you bring with you. They know your fun side, your outgoing vibrant personality.
• Phone Friends - you rarely go out with these friends, but you keep them in your phone, because they are great to talk to. You might forget about them sometimes, because they aren't regulars in your life. The second you take them out of your phone, is when they call you. Great conversation, but have a tendency to be flaky if you actually invite them out. They can also be that random friend from back in the day (ie. high school, middle school, elementary school or college for my old heads) that you run into and awkwardly exchange numbers.

Love Me Here, Love Me There...

I can't really remember if I've ever talked about long distance relationships, but it is definitely something I need to get off my chest so to speak. My current beau, has lasting power which is a different speed for me. I feel as though because we aren't able to have sex, our foundation will be much more solid when we do come together. You all who know me or follow my blog, know that I love sex, and you should also know that I refuse to continue to see a man if he is whack in the bedroom. So when it comes to the whole long distance love, I feel like it can be good to an extent, and then rough on me to another. I have a healthy sex life, and to be committed to someone that is far away is difficult for me to grasp. I am a faithful woman so I don't anticipate cheating, so it raises the question, with one partner having a high sex drive and wanting to be in a faithful relationship, but being separated by thousands of miles, is it possible for it to work? I mean, I've been there done that, when my marine ex-fiance/husband was stationed in Iraq how did we keep in contact? Skype, email, and letters, but those get tired quickly when you want to have sex and all you have is your own hands. So can it work, yes? will it work always, and in ever instance, who can be sure? People tell me that if it's meant to be then it will, but what if you put in the extra work does that secure it or make it burn more quickly? I feel like there are too many factors involved to be sure. It just tears me to pieces when I want to think about it logically and its really a matter of the heart. Maybe this will be good for me, a different speed, a chance to love someone without being so cynical about it. Breathing a life of optimism into new found ventures and blossoming relationships.

Maybe its me!

My mom spoke some truth to me the other day when I was telling her about this guy that I thought was ridiculous. I was telling her that he said he missed me, but I had seen him the night before, its only been like 11 hours. So she says to me, you are cold piece, and that i'm not ready for a relationship. I kind of already knew that, but something in me told me to defend myself. Regardless, this got me thinking, about the times when I get hit on.

• When i'm nice, you think its cute to be persistent. but you don't realize, I'm not turning you down because i'm not interested, its because i'm not in a place to be with you.
• When i'm mean, you call me a bitch, or stuck-up. But you don't realize i'm trying to deter any future advances, because i'm not ready to be with you.
• When I accept and can't fulfill my obligations as a woman in your life, you call me young or a little girl. but you fail to realize you pushed up on me not the other way around.
• When I tell you i'm not ready, you push on anyway thinking "you're so smart you can fix anything". But you don't realize that I told you I wasn't ready to be with you, so this was destined to fail.

There is no way i can make you feel better and understand that I am not ready to be with anyone. If I wasn't open to a relationship to begin with, why would you think that would change if you put more expectations on me. Just like women expect men to change when they get in relationships. IF THE PERSON YOU ARE WITH ISN'T READY, YOU WILL GET YOUR HEART BROKEN WHEN THEY LEAVE YOU OR YOU BREAK UP!

Warning: She/He is not worth the trouble

I feel like people, more and more, need to come with labels. Like the surgeon generals warning labels on cigarettes. Here are some labels I feel would be helpful.

• Warning: This man will cause you to become severely bored. He has no conversation skills, and lacks intellectual depth.
• Warning: This woman will try to trap you by getting pregnant.
• Warning: This man has no ambition and will ride the coat tails of your success.
• Warning: This woman lacks any skills. She will not cook, clean, or be a fit mother to raise your little man or your princess.
• Warning: This man will get you pregnant and then leave you for a younger and/or prettier version of you.
• Warning: This woman is needy. She wants your attention all the time. No excuses!
• Warning: This man will get attached, and stalk you if you break it off

It's March Baby!!!

You know what that means, drunken nights and birthday cake. March is a wonderful month. We have such fabulous holidays like St. Patrick's day, My Birthday, and well I guess that's it. In case you didn't know, I love birthdays especially when it comes to celebrating mine. So this year, I feel like everyone is trying to go big or go home with the birthday stuff this year, so I want to go fabulous with mine, a two night event. first night: Big huge blowout at the hotel of my choice with as many people we can fit into the penthouse, second night: casual get together in same hotel of people I love and want to spend my time with. But until this glorious time, I will spend my time enjoying my friends birthdays and family birthdays, because it's a lot of you mofos in this month. So from me to you, Happy Birthday and Happy Spring.

Self Love

There have been so many things that are taboo that have become a normal part of people's sex lives, such as blow jobs and anal sex. So I asked myself, why is masturbation still hidden like it is some sort of secret society? we know its there, but people only talk about it jokingly, classes on masturbation are kept very quiet. Yes I know that sounds weird, but I have known so many people, women especially that don't know how to properly make themselves climax which in turn leads to a drab sex life. Knowing the body is important, so how can you expect someone else to know you if you are a stranger to your own body.

Have You Ever?

Have you ever been so horny that every thought was sexual? I was in the kitchen making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and all I could think about was how it would feel to get fucked on the counter. I was riding in a car with my best friend and two of his friends, all I could picture was riding on top of his friend in the back seat. Maybe it's just me, but when I get horny like I am now, all I can think about is having sex. Can't focus, can't work, can barely write, and now I am trying my hardest to not call someone on my groupie list. I need to rectify this situation immediately because when playing with the kitty doesn't get the job done, it is a problem. but all the TMI aside, my love life is so drab these days, I started talking to my ex and he lives up north no, so a road trip might be in my future. Just Jokes ;) so please be on the look out for random posts and nonsense in the near future hopefully lasting no longer than next weekend.

How Dare You?

• Demand sex (who are you?)
• Wear an outfit that highlights the outline of your penis or vagina (nobody wants to see it)
• Live above your means. (we all know you live at home with your momma)
• Lie about who you're sexing? (fucking someone else is not a deal breaker, lying to me about it is)
• Expect he pussy. ( just because you paid for dinner doesn't guarantee you pussy, hell I could have paid for my own meal)
• be more emotional than a pregnant woman (you are a grown man share your emotions don't be a baby)
• Try to make me a baby mama (this is a no baby zone)
• Arguing about something you have no control over (you look stupid and we still can't change it)

Love is complicated. Sex is easy.

To love someone you go through ups and downs. It is a constant roller coaster of emotions, but the end result is always the same, happiness. When it comes to sex there is no complications, there is only one way to sex. There are a million ways to love someone. So when I say love me, i want there to be some thought and imagination. When I say sex me, make me feel good the best way you know how.

AS many of you can probably tell and if you know me, from time to time I get off my game and don't write for a long period of time. I'm going through some things emotionally and I need to take a little breather. I will try to post as much as I can, but I can't guarantee the quality, so it will be fewer and further between when I post. I love you all for reading my blog and sticking with me, so I hope to be up to par real soon. Much love

The One and Only

~Dymond Diva~

Is it cheating or just dating?

When it comes to being single, it's different for everyone, because everyone has a different style of dating. So is it really cheating when you are dating more than one person? A guy approaches me and asks me am I single? if I say yes even though I'm dating someone is that a lie and am I cheating on the person I'm dating? I have no significant attachment to said person, but I am seeing them. I feel as though the lines get blurry when you meet someone new and you are already dating. It's so burned into our brains that as soon as you are dating someone you are in a relationship when truthfully they are not synonymous. Being single is a solo act, while dating is the process that leads to a steady commitment. So does dating more than one person automatically make you a cheater or is it just the way a single person gets to the relationship stage? In my opinion it's not cheating however I know a number of people that would beg to differ in my view point. Then again it is so easy to confuse this if you don't have open communication in the relationship.So make sure when "courting" someone new, you take into consideration both parts so you don't feel ambushed later on.
"Are you single?" & "Are you dating anyone?"

Generation Y and Marriage...rarely together

The holy sacrament of marriage is nothing to be taken lightly, yet in today’s society people are getting married left and right. So why is it that black women are among the highest percent of women that are still single at age 40? Books, movies, even newspapers and magazines show the statistics of professional black women not married at age 40 and up. Black women love to idealize the female role models like Oprah for being successful, and take her advice on dating and relationships, but they don’t realize she’s not married, and well over 40. Personally I look up to Oprah for her professional achievement, but I’m not going to her for relationship advice, I look to my parents and grandparents who have been married since before I was born and stayed together. Women tend to get so wrapped up in the glitz and glam of weddings that they forget to look at the person they are choosing to spend the rest of their life with. A wedding is a fancy party, and a marriage is a lifetime commitment. Although with the emotional decay within the institution of marriage, forever isn’t forever, it is only as long as you can both stand to be married. So not only is the strength of marriage breaking down, the emotional stability within black women to find a suitable mate is not looking too positive either. Successful black women are given this image, that since they are “perfect” in the professional realm, physical attributes, and social circles, they are well rounded enough to find a man perfect just like them. However, the reason they can’t find “Mr. Perfect” is because there are no good men left. This is so untrue, there are plenty of well rounded, successful black men, but they get overlooked and treated poorly, by the women that emotionally can not handle a worthy man based on the ideals that they are given. If more women looked at the qualities a man has and less at the high standard checklist they dream a man would have, they would find not “Mr. Perfect” but “Mr. Perfect for them”.

Ladies does your man resemble this? Fellas which one are you?

• Mr. Thirst McGurst - he hits on every woman that he comes across in the hopes that someone, anyone will have sex with him and/or just give him some attention. the worst kind of Mr. Thirst McGurst is one that is attractive, because he is seemingly unaware of how hot he is gets the pussy thrown at him left and right and accepts it.
• Mr. Thug van Gangsta- he is the ghetto type of guy that will say the smoothest lines and have the cutest smile, but will leave you for the main chick he has at home that is the mother of his child and holds him down. (approach with caution, because if he does have a baby mama she is most likely crazy and will hurt you)
• Mr. Perfect on Paper - he looks great on paper, like a resume he has built. educated, good job, nice car, home owner, but probably one of the most boring men you will ever meet. He spent so much time building up his guy resume he has no interests and experiences. He looks good, but not well rounded.
• Mr. Cannot Tell The Truth - this man lies so much, because he's a "player" this guy will lie to you about his name, his address, why his phone is off everything. If you were blind he would tell you the sky was purple. He is just bad news, so pay close attention to the stories he tells.
• Mr. Perfect for you - what else is there to say he's perfect, but most females will mess it up digging for something to be wrong. He loves you and wants to be with you, he's not like the losers from your past. they were supposed to prepare you for this moment of finding him, but you are so jaded that you bug him till it is too late and he is gone. back to the fishing pool, good luck finding another one of him and not messing it up.

February is upon us..

and yes I am taking applications for being my Valentine this year. I am feeling the love, and I want to make sure those in my heart are around and that they know just how much I care for them. Aside from the love of friends, I am looking for a new beau that I can spend V-day with and be all cuddled up and cutesy. I do not however promote or condone the commercialism of the holiday. Spending hundreds of dollars on gifts, flowers, chocolate, and dinner is utterly ridiculous, because a good partner would do that regularly and Valentines day should be more about spending quality time just the two of you. But then again, I'm not a materialistic type of chick, you can't buy my love or my time.

On a separate note, we also have black history month. Me being half black I feel that I have the right to say and I quote from my facebook status update "I feel like if you know the well known facts about black history don't try to act like you're smart when February rolls around like you put me up on something...if I learned it in 3rd grade...upgrade the wisdom and tell me something I couldn't find on a poster about black history...I love my heritage, and I respect it, but I refuse to disrespect it by faking knowledge just because of the date...." If you don't like it, I'm sorry you feel that way, but then again I don't care cause its my opinion, you don't have to like it. I love my black people, but too many times am I embarrassed, ashamed and apologizing for them. So how dare they act all high and mighty when February rolls around and try to spit some 3rd grade knowledge at me like I'm the moron. I love you black people, but we need to do better and expect better of ourselves.

So you gonna suck it or not?

Whatever you want to call it, blow job, fellatio, dome, head etc, it still surprises me that some women don't want to do it. Not to say a woman like me would never turn it down, because if its too hairy or too small i would be the first to say no thank you, but to just not do it because you don't do that, makes no sense to me. I feel like there are two main kinds of women that turn down giving head, and they are:

• I don't do that- this female, is overly disgusted by the look of a penis and generally just doesn't want it in her mouth. This cool, no pressure, but 95% of men love getting sucked up. (these statistics are made up and satirical in nature) How many men actually stick around if their woman doesn't suck dick? She's not gonna do it, and will resent you if you make her.
• I'll do it if he does it - this female, like many dudes, only give to receive. Not really looking to be great at oral pleasure, but definitely good enough to get the job done.

I can't stand bitches like these. They make it harder on women that actually enjoy giving oral pleasure. It makes guy want it more, which makes a guy feel like its a right they are owed. Sex is a privilege not a right, so just because its a blow job doesn't mean i'm trying to put in extra work. I get that it was something that was taboo for a long time, but it is something that is too common to not explore now a days. Being sexually repressed is a thing of the past, nobody expects porn star out of housewife, but a little more open goes a long way.

References!!

On everything I love I am going to start asking for previous references from dudes I fuck. What dumb chick done told you that what you were doing blew her back out, because i beg to differ. I'm not going to require it of course, because that would be crazy, but i'm not shy about asking. I refuse to deal with any man that think his sex game is on point, but no chick he has ever messed with can cosign on his abilities. Now some females may be confused by why I would ask an ex about the man you plan on fucking, but that is just the point. Weather she is mad or happy they aren't together, she will be truthful. If it was bad, she will exaggerate, but won't lie and say it was good. If it was great, she will be mad she doesn't have it anymore and her initial reaction will be truthful no matter the words that follow. if it was mediocre, why would you want to sleep with him anyway. I'm just saying. And for my men out there, I can work with a man that wants to be better at sex if he's not good; I refuse to tolerate any more men that think they could never learn anything new or adapt any of their style to please the new woman they are with. You should have nothing to hide if they can back up all the ish you've been saying.

He's your boyfriend not your girlfriend!

Let me start out by saying I love reading Cosmopolitan magazine, and as always, I have to speak on something they put in their magazine. Women need to stop replacing their girlfriend with their boyfriend. Yes you want to spend time with him, and yes you want him with you when you do stuff you love like shopping and mani/pedis, but he's not your girl he's your MAN. you need to plan manly stuff for him to do with you, or at least more manly than trying on skirts and getting your nails done. I mean because really do you want him in the shop with you while you are trying to relax and pamper yourself? All i'm saying is go to the batting cages or something. Take an interest in something he loves and plan a date where he won't be stuck because you're his woman

Book #2

I am working on my second book and I want real stories from Black men and women about their sex lives. I want all demographics, all sexualities, all ages, everything. I am looking for two main types of people, those who want to be interviewed and those that want to tell a story. If you would like to be included in my project please email me @ dymonddiva2010@yahoo.com and we can set up a meeting to discuss it. Thank you so much to all my readers and supporters.

~Dymond Diva~

This is how we date...

I feel like to many times do we have to reschedule, communicate and plan with the technology we use on a daily basis. It has gotten to the point where I feel like I'm dating my cell phone and my computer, because I see my significant other on skype or through text messages more than I do in real life. Once upon a time, the only way you would see me is if you came to my house or my job, but then again that was the day of actual courtship and wooing.
There are just so many ways to communicate with people without actually having to interact with them. Twitter, Facebook, skype, oovoo, AIM, Yahoo, Tumblr, Blogger, Email, SMS, and phone calls, and these are just the ones that are popular. The real life human interaction is becoming a lost art form and technology etiquette has no structure, because the same rules don't always apply.

Don't mind me, I'm just sick of dating my technology, I would much rather date a person.

Take Control

I got some boots, thigh high to be be exact and I showed up to his door with a black trench coat. He opened it slowly, because he wasn't expecting to see me tonight. I asked him if he was busy and if I should come by another time. He looked me up and down, and couldn't keep his mouth closed. I walked in and said "you should close that, its a little cold in here". Having been here before I walked upstairs to the room we frequent. "Hurry up now, you won't want to miss this." I lay him on the bed and rip off his belt. He tries to unbutton his shirt off but I make him slow down. "This is my show, just be along for the ride." I rip it open and buttons fly everywhere. I stand up and make him unbuckle his pants, and when I climb on top of him this time, he can feel my freshly waxed pussy glide down his stomach to be on top of his dick. I ask him, "do you want to feel inside this pussy, or do you want to taste it?" Before he can answer, I climb back up a little higher and sit on his face rocking back and forth while he sucks on my clit and tastes all my juices. He gasps for air as I moan in ecstasy. As much as I love it, he does need to breathe. To his surprise he felt something familiar in my pocket. I pull out the handcuffs and ask him if he's been a bad boy. He is lost for words but nods his head feverishly up and down. I take his hands and cuff him to the headboard. I pull his pants off so he is completely exposed. With my butt poking out, sticking up in the air just enough for him to see the shape, I am on top of him slowly kissing his chest, making my way down south. I jump around so he won't know what part of his body is next to be graced by my lips and tongue. He feels me getting closer and closer to his dick and I can feel his throbbing penis pulsate right below me. Every time I move, the skin of my breast caresses his dick making it even harder. He wants to feel the warmth of my mouth wrapped around him. So I play with the tip, just enough to get it wet. As I move down to encompass his whole shaft in my mouth, I can hear him moan in pleasure. Up and down, gliding the ball of my tongue ring with every motion. He wants to cum, I can hear it in his voice. I stop and climb on top I want to feel him before he busts. *He raises up wanting to touch, but he can't. He wants to caress me but he can't. I am in control. I make myself cum before he can.* I ride him like a pony, controlling how deep he goes and how fast we move. I can feel my legs shaking and getting weak. I scream out "Oh Yes!" as we have reached climax in sync. I undo the handcuffs, and he just lays there, satisfied. I grab my coat and wrap up. I kiss his cheek and whisper in his ear, "it's like a dream and I was never here". With a wink of my eye, I head downstairs and go on about my way.

10 Things I want to do before i'm 25 (I turn 23 this year)

• Go skinny dipping with a boyfriend. (not only would I need to get a boyfriend, I need to find a secluded pool to do this in or at the beach.)
• Bake a souffle' (something i don't have the patience for, but would be epic if I got it done)
• Road Trip from Los Angeles, CA to either Orlando, FL or New York,NY and back (want this to happen with at least one to three friends, that would be okay with me hooking up in every state we pass thru)
• Get into a fist fight ( haven't done this in a long time, and I've been wanting to beat some bitches ass)
• Sleep with a delivery man (I've done this, but I want to do it when they are delivering something. ie Pizza, Chinese food, mail)
• Get the Capital to open up the new business I have in mind
• Spend six months away from my family (either in another part of the country or internationally)
• Get my hood pierced. (that is the top part of the vulva above the clit)
• Get a tattoo down my leg ( flower vines starting near my hip going down to my knee)
•  Make friends with more men (I have a lot of male friends, but as we have grown up, we have grown apart, more literally than figuratively. Most of my fav guy friends live all over the US and I need some new ones)

Raw Passion

Is it too much to ask for raw passion? I want you to demand my seat, lay me back and ravish my body from the pulling of my hair to deepest penetration of my pussy. grab my ponytail and hold me by it, choke me a little until I call you daddy. I want you to rip my shirt off and expose my breast, flicking my nipples with your tongue. Canvasing down my stomach with your fingers to find the opening of my pussy and jamming your fingers inside, coming out ever so often to play with my clit. I want you to taste the wetness flooding down making the sheets wet. I want to feel your dick as you bring it closer to my face, making yourself hard so that I can fully take it all the way back to the deepest part of my throat. I want to make it wet so when you slide it I take your dick hostage with ease. Sliding into my warm, wet pussy I want to feel you all the way to the wall, hitting that one spot that makes my back arch so far back and my toes curl in pure ecstasy. I want to let out the moans and screams that wake the neighbors and make the dogs howl. I want you to give it to me till I can't take it anymore, and just lay next to you in bed with pure and utter delight. I want you to get your shit and leave so I can get some of the best sleep I've had in some time. Is that too much to ask?

The Mack Effect!

So I was recently having a conversation with a man about how I treat men in my life. There are a few different categories he explained to me, Mack, Pimp, Player, Regular Joe. According to said man, I am a Mack. Not generally a title women get associated with on the regular, but fitting me so well. He said this, because of my very blunt expressions of how i'm feeling and how I deal with guys.  I can see his point of view and he tried to explain it, but let me give you a little context as to why he finally decided that this is how I was.

Example# 1

Him: (2:06am) I miss you!
Me: (5:26am) thats surprising cause you acted like i wasn't shit the last time talked to you
Him: (10:44 am) Do you wanna come see me?
Me: (12:08) naw i'm good..you were kind of cool but the way you just hang up on me and try to coax me into stuff when you don't get what you want is a little childish and I could have sworn i was the younger one as you so clearly stated when I met you..i wish you the best of luck in this new year finding someone that fits you, because i'm sure its not me

Example #2

Random guy: Where's your boyfriend?
Me: I don't have one.
Random guy: A pretty girl like you, you not dating anyone?
Me: that's not what you asked..i'm dating three guys, but i don't have a boyfriend.
Random guy: well can I at least be your friend?

So apparently this makes me a mack, because I don't hold back feelings and I tell you what it is even if it's a hard truth to swallow. I would just call this being real...but hey that's me :)

Flavor of the Month

I'm bringing it back, but new and improved..it wasn't plausible for me to have this every week, so I'll try it out on a monthly basis. The flavor for the month of January is

Island Men

I am definitely feeling the Jamaicans, Trini, Ricans and Hawaiian men. I have not met more island men than I have recently, and they are doing something special for me this month. We shall see how it goes and if I decide to make him a permanent fixture.

Think Like A Man, Act Like a Lady....

This book is the biggest bunch of crap, it has ever been my displeasure to skim. I would never waste time actually reading this stupid book, for the main reason being this man is a comedian (Steve Harvey) writing about relationships endorsed by a woman (Oprah) that hasn't committed to the man she's been with forever. So forgive me if I'm not jumping at the chance to read a book not written by experts. This is a book preying on the weak minded women that can't land a man, because of insecurities and emotional decay. There is a large difference between thinking logically/less emotionally and being instilled with the ideas of the stereotypical male chauvinistic mentality. Being honest, straight forward, and not holding back emotions when they bubble up make the lines of communication open in relationships. That is the key not some dumbass book by a man that makes a living making jokes about things like this.

I'm sick of...

dudes with little dicks thinking they are about to break my back and can't even hit the wall. Sweetie size doesn't matter to every woman, but for my body size and the level of roughness I desire, 4 1/2 inches just isn't cutting it for me. You are fun to talk to, and you get my nature, but ummm if you have no hopes of ever actually blowing my back out, with no assistance from a dildo or another man penetrating me, I can't be with you. IT WON'T WORK, trust me. No offense to all my small penis friends, associates, and future encounters, but we are not for each other. Stop being arrogant and cocky when you have a dick that is barely ==D and acting like its =======D all I'm saying is she is gonna find out eventually so I'm sure there will be less embarrassment for you later if you are straight up. If your dick isn't big just because you hide that fact, doesn't mean it will grow magically when she does see it. I'm done being nice about it, if you think you are finna trick me about it, I will put you on major blast.

Jaded But Soon Persuaded

Yeah I'm very cynical when it comes to love, life, and relationships in general, but I had a first date that was different from all the others. It made me feel like I was able to love again, not just to think about it, but to feel it. Mind you he ended up being whack, but the emotion of happiness within stayed, and I am grateful for that. Still very cynical to say the least, but I'm opening up my emotions to more possibilities. just a little FYI if you were wondering why I start talking about love soon :)

New Year...New Goals...Same Me

It is no surprise to many of my readers that I love me, so why would I want to change who I am just because its a new year. I'm still Dymond Diva. I'm still from California. I'm still 22 (for now) and fucking fabulous. So why change? I am mostly likely going to evolve and adapt to the new experiences, but who doesn't do that. As a note of good will for the coming year here are a few quotes that I would like to share with you about love, life, and growing up.

"Never take life too seriously. Nobody gets out alive anyway."
-Author Unknown

"Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it's better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring."
-Marilyn Monroe

"Do not regret growing older. It is a privilege denied to many."
-Author Unknown

"My life is mine to live, not yours to judge"
-Dymond Diva

"Love is like foil, once it crumbles it never a fresh sheet"
-Author Unknown

"If I love you, what business is it of yours?"
-Johann Wolfgang von Goethe