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.