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.

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

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 ;-)

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!

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

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...

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

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.

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

Where I am!

My heart is damaged, bruised, beaten into submission, and still pumping. I have taken all that I can and more. You told me how I felt, what I could handle, and who I was. In doing this, you lied to me and you lied to yourself. I was born into strength, built for royalty and taught how to keep it. The core of my identity has been shaken, but I am still here. Love is not a feeling or emotion that escapes me. No man, woman or child on the face of this Earth will destroy me. Only God can judge me and only I can live for me.

Things that make my heart flutter

• Forehead kisses
• Cute quality time
• Bringing me my favorite cheesecake when I'm mad at you (plain with chocolate sauce drizzled on top)
• When you talk sports with me
• Caressing my back down my spine
• Sexing me the way i love
• Surprising me with spontaneity
• Hugging me from behind and kissing my neck
•  Holding me close to your body and grabbing my booty

The lost love of a lifetime ago

In the still of the night, I feared the lack of your presence

It made me wonder what I said or did that you didn’t like?

Are you leaving because you laid with me and you’re done?

Are you gone in the night because you don’t love me like you say you do?

I gave you everything you ever needed and wanted

Money, cars, clothes…and I was your hoe

The essence of my innocence

I can remember that moment down to the date

Down to the time

Down to the tears

I gave so much of me I lost who I was raised to be.

A Queen

I treated you like my king

The way I saw my mother treat my father

The way my grandmother treated my grand father

The way I heard stories of my Motherdear waiting on my pa pa hand and foot

Some days didn’t feel right, but I loved you so it didn’t matter

Some days were hard, but I didn’t want to be alone

I was raised by royalty

Treated like a princess

My every need catered to

I never yearned for love the way I hurt for it with you.

You have broken me down to the point where I can’t hold my head high

Because of all the self doubt you have instilled in my once strong heart and mind.

Saying what you need to, to get what you want from me

I listen like the naïve girl I was

And let you take all that I am till I am bitter and angry.

My strength was built from a negative place

So when I finally left,

I was like a fallen empire

I felt like a royal that had met the fate of the rebels.

I wanted nothing to do with men

And even though it comes from a place of fear and pain,

It was expressed through anger and callous behavior.

With time the pain is lessened,

I smile more

I laugh more

I am who I am more

I’ve taken back my throne

And now I’m waiting for the right king to put by my side

I still miss you J.

I yearn for you when I'm not in your presence. The smooth touch of your chocolate skin against my caramel brown. It would make a sweet tooth ache from the goodness to be had. I smiled when I looked in your eyes and your smile back made me blush and look away. The shy game, we know this well; biting lips to fight urges, clenching fists to say what our mouths will not allow us to, our eyes meeting filled with passion. My mind is racing with thoughts of ecstasy, as I long for your body pressed against mine. What I want you to do to me, and what I want to do to you. Tasting every inch of your chocolate, watching you melt away in my mouth. Going deeper and deeper with every swallow of your shaft, the warmth of my tongue wrapped around you, and you love it. I begin kissing along the center of your stomach as I work my way up to your neck, slowly sliding your dick past my pussy lips as I allow you to penetrate me. My breasts bouncing up and down as I ride you like a stallion.

The fought urges from the moment I fell in love with you till the moment I let you go would make a sinner blush. The hurt in my heart will never go away. Don't tell me you love when you actions say different. Don't tell me I'm yours when you do everything the opposite. Don't pull me back in if things have not changed. It is too hard to let go, when your heart doesn't want to.

The fuck I look like...

Fuck I look like
Jumping through hoops to impress you,
Mr movie star
Mr rapper (my album dropping soon)
Mr I’m just a thug trying to hustle my way out the hood
Like for real, the fuck I look like

Can’t find a man about something real, but I’m the problem
I must be too picky
I must be a slut
I must not know how to be submissive.
Shut my mouth like a good girl
Give him what he wants
While he’s out around town
And I’m sitting at home by the phone hoping he calls to give me some affection

I got so lost in the darkness of the fake that I can’t see the realness in the light.
So surrounded by the jokes, I’m suffocated with lies
Listening to false statements like a press release
“She's a non-factor babe or I didn't sleep with her she lying”

I’m gonna play my part
Sit back and wait
See what happens and try not to get lost in the mix

Nothing worse...

Than a good looking chocolate man with no sense of culture, history, or pride in self. I wanted it be more, because your character is strong, sweet and genuine. Your lust for life is sub-par and your sense of spontaneity and adventure leaves much to be desired. You look great on paper, but you are a bore in person. such a waste

He Makes Me Better...

I got lost in a sea of doubt brought on by my past relationships. I let what others did to me dictate how I acted in the beginning. I am truly sorry I did that to you. You are a better man than my last and the strength I need. I can't promise I won't have crazy moments, but this crazy moment is over. I see clearly now and I won't take you for granted. You give me butterflies when i'm around you, you make me feel cutesy. I want to spend nights cuddled up with you watching movies and then letting those movies watch us. I want everything easy in a relationship, so I can  have the fight for everything hard. You brighten my day with your nicknames and jokes. You make me think and keep me on my toes. I'm so used to stupid boys, that I wasn't using my intellect to max capacity. You challenge my mind for the better, you challenge me to be better, and you call me on my bullshit. The times when i'm not thinking and just say whatever, I think about it later and realize the stupidity. All in all, he makes me happy :)

My blind spot is no longer hidden...

I may have put to much pressure on what I wanted from him. So much so that I was blinded by my own desires instead of seeing you for you. Maybe we are in two different places, better yet, we clearly are. I thought  I could have you, the way I wanted and not the way it is. It makes me sick, because you proved my little internal theory right. No woman should pursue a man, because if he doesn't want her as bad or more than she wants him, he will never stay. In certain moments you make it seem like you're all about me, but I realized that was when it was convenient for your schedule. No i'm not used to being second place, but I know the difference between second and last. I'm not a patient woman, and It may be rude on my part to ask for others patience, but I am who I am. If you don't like it, then WALK, I don't hold it against you. You simply were not strong enough for me. So as I close this mini story, I hope you realize, you lost a good woman, you threw me to the ground and bruised my ego, but I will get the one that's right for me when hes ready to peel off the thick skin and get to my juicy center.

I keep getting asked..

Why are you single?

Long answer short, if I fucking knew don't you think I would be in a fucking relationship.

I will give you that for a long time, I wasn't interested in being tied down. I came out of my shell and blossomed late, and I wanted to explore what I really liked before I settled for something I knew. (The basis of my soon to be finished book "More Than You Can Handle"). So now that I have figured that out, I am ready to date and be in a monogamous relationship. But for some reason unknown to me, No matter how conservative or liberal I am, I have dudes lusting for my curves instead of my mind. Its flattering, because I love me, but what does that say about the vibe I put out there. So fellas tell ya cute friends I'm looking and ladies tell ya homeboys you got a cute friend. I am on the prowl and feeling good about where I am ;)

In Like...

Since I met you, you make me feel some type of way.

Looking forward to the stolen moments alone

Hoping nobody walks in the room

To steal your attention

My friends ask me who has me smiling

I tell them something new

I look at you like a mountain I want to climb

Slowly working my way up

Caressing your body

Discovering all the peaks

Lust in my eyes

Intrigue in my heart and

Connection in my mind

I struggle with building a relationship,

Because I don’t know the proper mental preparation for our correlation

I’m intimidated by your masculinity

But I desire the epitome of all that you may offer.

Flavor of the Month: March

I love March, because my birthday is the last day of it. So the flavor is is me. A little self absorbed I know, but I love birthdays, mine especially. It is a celebration of life and a year of accomplishments past. So plan on hearing lots and lots of stuff about what i'm doing and who I'm hanging with. Love you all mucho!