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