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.