Touch me in a way that drives me wild
Kiss me in a way that the thought lingers
Love me in a way that I will never forget
Challenge me in a way that betters my spirit
Taste me in a way that exhausts me
Smell me in a way that excites you
May 23, 2012
May 22, 2012
He Is More Than Just My Man...
If I wanted you, I'd have you.
Stop acting like some rare commodity,
When all you are is just another nigga trying to front like a good man.
I have walked away from men better than you,
So don't think you'll be an exception.
I won't settle for less,
I won't play your games,
I won't be a fool for you.
I found a better man,
He pleases me.
From my head to toes,
from my heart to soul,
from my mind to body.
He is everything I need and want in a man.
He is everything I wanted you to be.
He is my Man.
With smiles in my heart, and glow in my face,
I am truly happy being alone but with him.
<3
Stop acting like some rare commodity,
When all you are is just another nigga trying to front like a good man.
I have walked away from men better than you,
So don't think you'll be an exception.
I won't settle for less,
I won't play your games,
I won't be a fool for you.
I found a better man,
He pleases me.
From my head to toes,
from my heart to soul,
from my mind to body.
He is everything I need and want in a man.
He is everything I wanted you to be.
He is my Man.
With smiles in my heart, and glow in my face,
I am truly happy being alone but with him.
<3
May 16, 2012
The Pressure...
I hate the feeling of having to be "ON", like I have to be upbeat, happy and turned up full blast all the time. What I feel like people fail to realize is that every sun sets, every rainbow ends and every Diva needs a break. When it comes to my writing, I enjoy when people like it. I feel inferior when I put out a piece and people rave about it, and then come with something new and get no love. If I am not overly happy, I'm grumpy. If I snap back, its my "black woman attitude". If I have an attitude or keep it blunt, I don't mean it disrespectfully, I just don't feel like being "ON". I'm not an entertainer, so I don't intend on being perfect or putting on shows. I'm gonna do me and if you don't like it sometimes, you can deal with it.
Party Till You Cum...
Having had a boyfriend all through high school, I didn’t pay much attention to the boys in my high school; At least not until I came back from college and everybody got amazingly hot. We are starting a new tradition of having summer barbecues, and as adults we enjoy the drink, the food and the company of seeing friends we may not get to see all the time. I spend most of the day helping my best friend set up while indulging in beers and mixed cocktails. By the time the first guests arrive I am feeling pretty good, a little loose off the goose if you will. Kyle walks in, and I am in the midst of flirting with another young man, and I can feel my jar drop a little bit. I haven’t seen him since high school graduation and now I am full grown. He meets and greets with everyone and I just sit there keeping an eye on him while flirting with the other young man. I am drinking this whole time, but still having fun being the life of the party. We have a number of people coming through here and another one of our high school friend’s parties down the street. So I decide to kick up the flirting with Kyle since guy number one is about to leave. I challenge him to go shot for shot, a little drinking game to get him as loose as me. We go back and forth flirting, and as I am getting more and more intoxicated, I have stepped up my touchy feely factor. I am rubbing on his back and chest, down his thigh and sneaking in times where I am stroking his dick. He tries hard to hide his hard dick, but it is a struggle for him. I walk away leaving him to deal with that as I go hang out with some of our other friends.
For the next hour or so, we play the flirt game just waiting for it to die down and get a moment to ourselves. The party is slowly dying down because it is getting late. People have gravitated to the house and I pull him to the side to get a little frisky. Its at least 1’o’clock in the morning at this point. We begin making out in the front yard and it is somewhat sloppy, and completely exciting. Anyone can walk by, come outside or even pull up, which only fuels my fire to do more and enjoy this ecstasy. He takes control and my pussy is on the brink of exploding. Grabbing my neck and bending me over, he penetrates me; I scream out in pain and pleasure, so he reaches forward and covers my mouth. I can’t help but moan, and with every thrust he goes deeper and brings me closer to climax. I can feel his dick pulsating inside me creating the sensation similar to that of a playful adult toy. So I reach back and play with my clit to double the pleasure and ensure maximum satisfaction. After I reach orgasm my legs are too weak to stay up to let him finish. Before I collapse completely I turn around and rip off the condom to thoroughly take in every bit of him in my mouth. I stoke his dick with a slight twist in my wrist. He moans as I flick my tongue on the tip with every movement. I grab his balls and play with them before inhaling them in my mouth to suck on them. He grabs onto the top of the gate to keep from going limp in the knees. I let go of everything and let my jaw do the work, taking him as far back into my throat as I possibly can until I can make him cum. When he reaches climax he explodes in my mouth and fills it with his warm cum. I just smile as it runs down my chin. I spit it out and grab a cup of jungle juice while I fixed myself up before re-entering the rest of the party. Even if we never hook up again, when I see him, I just smile, because we have a secret that is just ours.
For the next hour or so, we play the flirt game just waiting for it to die down and get a moment to ourselves. The party is slowly dying down because it is getting late. People have gravitated to the house and I pull him to the side to get a little frisky. Its at least 1’o’clock in the morning at this point. We begin making out in the front yard and it is somewhat sloppy, and completely exciting. Anyone can walk by, come outside or even pull up, which only fuels my fire to do more and enjoy this ecstasy. He takes control and my pussy is on the brink of exploding. Grabbing my neck and bending me over, he penetrates me; I scream out in pain and pleasure, so he reaches forward and covers my mouth. I can’t help but moan, and with every thrust he goes deeper and brings me closer to climax. I can feel his dick pulsating inside me creating the sensation similar to that of a playful adult toy. So I reach back and play with my clit to double the pleasure and ensure maximum satisfaction. After I reach orgasm my legs are too weak to stay up to let him finish. Before I collapse completely I turn around and rip off the condom to thoroughly take in every bit of him in my mouth. I stoke his dick with a slight twist in my wrist. He moans as I flick my tongue on the tip with every movement. I grab his balls and play with them before inhaling them in my mouth to suck on them. He grabs onto the top of the gate to keep from going limp in the knees. I let go of everything and let my jaw do the work, taking him as far back into my throat as I possibly can until I can make him cum. When he reaches climax he explodes in my mouth and fills it with his warm cum. I just smile as it runs down my chin. I spit it out and grab a cup of jungle juice while I fixed myself up before re-entering the rest of the party. Even if we never hook up again, when I see him, I just smile, because we have a secret that is just ours.
More Than Expected...
I don't mind my writing being out there, I mean hell I put it on the Internet. I was a little embarrassed, because my co-workers were of course teasing me, because it is a vulnerable side of me. But my writing is deep rooted and tied to my ego. I'm proud of everything that I produce, while I need to edit a lot of my work on here, I still love every piece. If you guys are reading this, well played, I can take a joke. Not as well as I can take a dick, but that's a different story. I say this to say, this blog is me, its raw, its sexual, its personal, and emotional. I give no fucks about what people think of me, and I will always write from my soul. No matter how sensual, sexual, or emotional it is. It is always ME!
Love always,
Dymond Diva
May 14, 2012
People That Irk Me...
- people that worry about what everyone else is doing, but have not taken the time to worry about their own responsibilities
- people that drive slow as dirt and then get mad when I get in front of them
- those people that talk all extra loud at the bank...nigga i'm counting my money...STFU
- dudes don't pay attention to House Rule #1 (give warning before you cum) it is not that hard
- women that know their pussy stink, but go to the cub and dance like it doesn't
- people who correct me when i'm wrong and they're wrong...at least put me up on knowledge if you are going to be douchey
- dudes that lie on their penis (don't say you got a shotgun when you are really packing a pistol)
- women that don't suck dick. sweetie it is 2012 you need to suck it up literally
- dudes that think smashing a lot of females is attractive. no need to hide your number but no need to boast about it either.
- people that live for Christ on Sunday, but pay homage to the devil every other day
- perfectionists
Just a few types of people that irk me ;-)
May 10, 2012
Momma Needs....
Momma needs
That good good lovin,
That change how you walk lovin,
That give you a new perspective on life lovin,
That makes you walk closer to God because he's a good man lovin,
Times like these make me wonder what life would have been had I said yes.
Times like these make me wonder how close I am to having him
Times like these make me live better so he doesn't miss me.
Momma needs,
That good good lovin,
That change how you walk lovin,
That give you a new perspective on life lovin,
That makes you walk closer to God because he's a good man lovin.
When I was little I dreamed of a fairy tale ending,
now I just hope to be smiling everyday.
When I was little I dreamed of the perfect life with him
now I just hope we are good for each other
Momma needs,
That good good lovin,
That change how you walk lovin,
That give you a new perspective on life lovin,
That makes you walk closer to God because he's a good man lovin.
Momma needs to find Daddy and keep him happy,
because Daddy will already be ready to keep Momma happy!
That good good lovin,
That change how you walk lovin,
That give you a new perspective on life lovin,
That makes you walk closer to God because he's a good man lovin,
Times like these make me wonder what life would have been had I said yes.
Times like these make me wonder how close I am to having him
Times like these make me live better so he doesn't miss me.
Momma needs,
That good good lovin,
That change how you walk lovin,
That give you a new perspective on life lovin,
That makes you walk closer to God because he's a good man lovin.
When I was little I dreamed of a fairy tale ending,
now I just hope to be smiling everyday.
When I was little I dreamed of the perfect life with him
now I just hope we are good for each other
Momma needs,
That good good lovin,
That change how you walk lovin,
That give you a new perspective on life lovin,
That makes you walk closer to God because he's a good man lovin.
Momma needs to find Daddy and keep him happy,
because Daddy will already be ready to keep Momma happy!
Dear Diary,
I let him fizzle out, but with swinging arms fighting till the last bubble popped. I enjoy the thought of couple life with him, but too long have I fought to keep what was never truly mine. Delusions of grandeur is what my mind was plagued with. I wanted him to be the one so badly I denied myself the reality of our faults. Love has mistakenly been thrown around for YEARS, and to this day I don't think either of us knows what it is. If we did, it would not have been used so casually for so long. Knowing the existence of someone special is very different from being in love with them. He still tries my strength with every phone call, text message, and blog comment. I don't think I could ever completely close the door and lock it to the idea of him, but my arms are weak from trying to keep it propped open. I told him good bye and and he came back, I said I can't but he is still there. I don't know what to do with him, but as much as he won't let go, I haven't either. We shall see what is to come. I guarantee if we ever casually run into each other things would be different from the words my mind speaks. We shall see what happens next.
Love always,
Dymond Diva
Love always,
Dymond Diva
May 9, 2012
Part One...
I love the way you look at me, undressing me with your eyes
Biting your lips as I slowly let my skirt drop
Passing my luscious hips
I pretend like I don’t see your eyes going over my body while I take my top off.
You run up and grab me
I let out a startling yelp
Which turns into a soft moan
As you begin kissing my neck
You know I love that
Getting me weak in the knees,
I buckle and you catch me
Caring me to the bed
Gently laying me down as you rip my legs open.
You taste me in my entirety.
With every motion I can feel myself moisten up.
With every drop being caught by your lips.
I grab the sheets squirming from pleasure
I want you to keep going, but my legs are shaking.
Screams of ecstasy radiate the halls
Passion ringing out
Euphoria explode inside me.
Satisfied to no end,
My hunger for you comes forward
I want to taste the essence of you in only one way...
May 6, 2012
Challenge Accepted
I have known him for most of my life, literally since I was in the third grade. I grew up with him being my play sister’s little bro. He was a sweet kid in my eyes, so it never even crossed my mind to do anything sexual with him. So when I went out with a group of friends including him I never thought the night would end with him in my bed having some of the best sex of my life thus far.
The evening starts in a good place having a few drinks at my house before we make the trek to a college town in the boonies as far as us city kids are concerned. We are taking shot of Hennessy laughing and cracking jokes. Now that it is time to go, we hop in my car blasting a mix CD of hip-hop, rap, and a little dancehall. The energy is very high when we arrive, and completely shut down when we walk into a near empty apartment that was supposed to be filled with people partying. They have drinks so we decide to stay. Music system fails to work; bottles running low, the only saving grace is Christian. I text him joking about how much fun we are having and how over it that we are still here. He tells me I should get a guy that is here. There is no guy here that is appealing. I like my men built strong like football players, big and muscular. The guys here are literally skinny and Ethiopian. “Skinny guys can’t handle me”. With appall in his tone he responds, “I don’t know what skinny guys you been messing with, but I put it down”. With a raised eyebrow I am intrigued in the challenge that is being set forth. Can he redeem the skinny guys in my eyes? Well he sure is talking the game like he is.
More and more flirtatious texts are sent through the course of the party, and by the time we all make it back to my house to retrieve the respective cars, I am ready to jump his bones and he mine. We wait till everyone else leaves to go inside and to let unravel everything we have been building up to this point. I rip his button up like a screen from a movie and we bust out laughing; worth it in my book. I expose his tattooed chest and to my surprise he’s not as skinny as I thought. Kissing my neck just the way I like, I want to skip all the oral and feel him inside of me. Sensing my anxious behavior he slows me down and makes his way to my soaking wet pussy lips and drinks up. He does something with his tongue that is so hard to explain, all I can say is I nearly blacked out from the intense pleasure I received. My body wasn’t ready for him. He continued pleasing me till I couldn’t take any more and just when I thought I could breathe for a moment, he grabs me, flips me over, and continues eating my pussy in the doggy style position. On the verge of squirting because I am climaxing so many times I have to stop to catch my breath. He is hungry for more, but he doesn’t know what I’m capable of doing.
Finally he takes a break; I pin him down and take his enormous dick in my mouth. Stroking the shaft as I lick the tip moving down to deep throat his whole member all I can hear are his moans of pleasure. Gripping my hair and forcing his dick in my mouth gagging on every inch. He tastes so good and I can’t wait for him to explode in my mouth so I can taste all of his juices. He pulls me up by my hair directing my body with his movements and bends me over my dresser. Pounding his rock hard cock in my pussy, so deep I can feel him touching the deepest part of my pussy wall with every thrust. I scream out in pain, but it feels so good I do not want him to stop. “Can you handle all of me?” he asks jokingly. I moan out “is that the best you got?” knowing I can barely hang on. Turns me around to kiss on my neck and grabs my throat ever so gently so that I have to gasp for a breath. My adrenaline on high and my legs weak, I lay him down to take control. I climb on top to ride his dick in every which way I can. My boobs bounce up and down like crazy, so I lean forward for him to get a mouthful. I rock back and forth on his dick popping my butt up and down with the little energy I have left in my legs. He can tell I am getting tired so he wants to finish up on top. He stands up and drops his dick inside me moving his hips around making sure I can feel all of him from this angle. With every thrust I feel him more and more; our breathing in sync I can tell he is about explode inside of me. I make him pull out at the last second so I can taste his load in my mouth. I swallow every drop of his manly juices and yearn for more, so I keep sucking his dick until he can cum one more time for me. Gripping anything he can find, I know his dick is sensitive to the touch let alone my warm inviting mouth wrapped around every inch of it. He keeps telling me to stop, but we both know I will not. I stop for a split second to say, “There is only one way to make me stop”. He grunts with pleasure and I know he wants to make it come out. He controls his breathing to focus all his energy on popping another one. I continue to stroke his dick and lick the tip till he yells out “here it comes” so I quickly swallow his dick while he erupts in my mouth. Jumping up in euphoric bliss he spanks my butt as hard as he can and lets out a grunt like it was the championship in a tennis match. I fall to the bed and lay there for a moment while I wait for him to gather himself. When he finally calms down and collapses on my bed, we are both breathing heavily with giant Kool-Aid smiles on our faces. Who would have known he could do that with his everything. He ended up in my bed and I am still amazed that it happened. Never a regret, but I can also never underestimate him again
The evening starts in a good place having a few drinks at my house before we make the trek to a college town in the boonies as far as us city kids are concerned. We are taking shot of Hennessy laughing and cracking jokes. Now that it is time to go, we hop in my car blasting a mix CD of hip-hop, rap, and a little dancehall. The energy is very high when we arrive, and completely shut down when we walk into a near empty apartment that was supposed to be filled with people partying. They have drinks so we decide to stay. Music system fails to work; bottles running low, the only saving grace is Christian. I text him joking about how much fun we are having and how over it that we are still here. He tells me I should get a guy that is here. There is no guy here that is appealing. I like my men built strong like football players, big and muscular. The guys here are literally skinny and Ethiopian. “Skinny guys can’t handle me”. With appall in his tone he responds, “I don’t know what skinny guys you been messing with, but I put it down”. With a raised eyebrow I am intrigued in the challenge that is being set forth. Can he redeem the skinny guys in my eyes? Well he sure is talking the game like he is.
More and more flirtatious texts are sent through the course of the party, and by the time we all make it back to my house to retrieve the respective cars, I am ready to jump his bones and he mine. We wait till everyone else leaves to go inside and to let unravel everything we have been building up to this point. I rip his button up like a screen from a movie and we bust out laughing; worth it in my book. I expose his tattooed chest and to my surprise he’s not as skinny as I thought. Kissing my neck just the way I like, I want to skip all the oral and feel him inside of me. Sensing my anxious behavior he slows me down and makes his way to my soaking wet pussy lips and drinks up. He does something with his tongue that is so hard to explain, all I can say is I nearly blacked out from the intense pleasure I received. My body wasn’t ready for him. He continued pleasing me till I couldn’t take any more and just when I thought I could breathe for a moment, he grabs me, flips me over, and continues eating my pussy in the doggy style position. On the verge of squirting because I am climaxing so many times I have to stop to catch my breath. He is hungry for more, but he doesn’t know what I’m capable of doing.
Finally he takes a break; I pin him down and take his enormous dick in my mouth. Stroking the shaft as I lick the tip moving down to deep throat his whole member all I can hear are his moans of pleasure. Gripping my hair and forcing his dick in my mouth gagging on every inch. He tastes so good and I can’t wait for him to explode in my mouth so I can taste all of his juices. He pulls me up by my hair directing my body with his movements and bends me over my dresser. Pounding his rock hard cock in my pussy, so deep I can feel him touching the deepest part of my pussy wall with every thrust. I scream out in pain, but it feels so good I do not want him to stop. “Can you handle all of me?” he asks jokingly. I moan out “is that the best you got?” knowing I can barely hang on. Turns me around to kiss on my neck and grabs my throat ever so gently so that I have to gasp for a breath. My adrenaline on high and my legs weak, I lay him down to take control. I climb on top to ride his dick in every which way I can. My boobs bounce up and down like crazy, so I lean forward for him to get a mouthful. I rock back and forth on his dick popping my butt up and down with the little energy I have left in my legs. He can tell I am getting tired so he wants to finish up on top. He stands up and drops his dick inside me moving his hips around making sure I can feel all of him from this angle. With every thrust I feel him more and more; our breathing in sync I can tell he is about explode inside of me. I make him pull out at the last second so I can taste his load in my mouth. I swallow every drop of his manly juices and yearn for more, so I keep sucking his dick until he can cum one more time for me. Gripping anything he can find, I know his dick is sensitive to the touch let alone my warm inviting mouth wrapped around every inch of it. He keeps telling me to stop, but we both know I will not. I stop for a split second to say, “There is only one way to make me stop”. He grunts with pleasure and I know he wants to make it come out. He controls his breathing to focus all his energy on popping another one. I continue to stroke his dick and lick the tip till he yells out “here it comes” so I quickly swallow his dick while he erupts in my mouth. Jumping up in euphoric bliss he spanks my butt as hard as he can and lets out a grunt like it was the championship in a tennis match. I fall to the bed and lay there for a moment while I wait for him to gather himself. When he finally calms down and collapses on my bed, we are both breathing heavily with giant Kool-Aid smiles on our faces. Who would have known he could do that with his everything. He ended up in my bed and I am still amazed that it happened. Never a regret, but I can also never underestimate him again
Where is my head these days?
As many people who have been with my blog for a while can tell, I have gotten a lot more personal and a little less intimate with my blog. Don't get me wrong, I still get it in, but my emotional side needs some love too. So be prepared, my book is in the works, and steamy posts still to come.
May 5, 2012
A Letter From Daddy's Little Girl
Dear Daddy,
I love you, but some days you make it hard to like you.
You raised me well, but very flawed.
I know right from wrong, but was taught no application.
I remember the days when we were inseparable. Now it is hard for me to believe how great a man you are.
I looked to you for guidance through my childhood, and when I became an adult I realized you were just as lost.
I am not with out my own mistakes, but I face them.
I know I was troubled, but I got help.
You told me I had strength. As long as you have family you have the world.
You dislike most of yours and talk to even less.
You hide from your own flaws, you have made that clear.
You expect me to be honest with you, but you are not honest with yourself.
You have lied to me more times than I can count and you can't figure out why I hide from you.
You shame me for my flaws, but didn't teach me how to change them.
Your behavior disgusts me.
Your hypocrisy is all too familiar
Your fake perfection is no longer hidden.
You put my dreams down, giving them no faith.
You wondered why I had nothing to say, why I didn't pick a hobby
Because anything I did, you picked apart if you didn't like it.
If its not part of your fucking plan, it's wrong.
You act dumbfounded when nobody wants to talk to you or share their life with you.
Take the hint, nobody looks to down trodden people for a pick me up.
You throw money at problems to fix them.
When I look at the band-aids covering knife wounds it makes me realize you are not the man I grew up with.
In the pit of my heart I hold more anger and hate than I can bare, which saddens me to the core that I will never again be daddy's little girl.
Truly me, never again yours,
Daddy's little girl
I love you, but some days you make it hard to like you.
You raised me well, but very flawed.
I know right from wrong, but was taught no application.
I remember the days when we were inseparable. Now it is hard for me to believe how great a man you are.
I looked to you for guidance through my childhood, and when I became an adult I realized you were just as lost.
I am not with out my own mistakes, but I face them.
I know I was troubled, but I got help.
You told me I had strength. As long as you have family you have the world.
You dislike most of yours and talk to even less.
You hide from your own flaws, you have made that clear.
You expect me to be honest with you, but you are not honest with yourself.
You have lied to me more times than I can count and you can't figure out why I hide from you.
You shame me for my flaws, but didn't teach me how to change them.
Your behavior disgusts me.
Your hypocrisy is all too familiar
Your fake perfection is no longer hidden.
You put my dreams down, giving them no faith.
You wondered why I had nothing to say, why I didn't pick a hobby
Because anything I did, you picked apart if you didn't like it.
If its not part of your fucking plan, it's wrong.
You act dumbfounded when nobody wants to talk to you or share their life with you.
Take the hint, nobody looks to down trodden people for a pick me up.
You throw money at problems to fix them.
When I look at the band-aids covering knife wounds it makes me realize you are not the man I grew up with.
In the pit of my heart I hold more anger and hate than I can bare, which saddens me to the core that I will never again be daddy's little girl.
Truly me, never again yours,
Daddy's little girl
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