I can't do it and I refuse to. I can't do relationships. The baggage the confusion the expectations it is archaec at best. Its just seems so elementry to me. It feels like giving up or giving in. A human being can live to be 100 years old. You can be sippin wine smoking a joint chilling hard on your 1ooth brithday. Why is it that women start freaking out after dating someone for 2 years I mean i know women who freak out after 2 months and yes it is women, we are to blame. We demand marriage, responsibilities and worst of all reproduction. It's sickening. I can't do it. I am freaking out on a serious level. I don't want to be anyones anything. There is a world full of men and women that I want to and will fuck the shit out of and then honestly forget.

Basing a life off of someone you have spent 2 percent of our life with is mathematically retarded. Not to mention a good 90 percent of things you want in life are based off of the genius brainwashing of televison and gender roles being reinforced ever time a commercial airs. Do we really like cleaning that much. Are we really that enthralled with shoe closets and chocolate. I myself and not. I am abandaning ship my friends. I am declaring my search for freedom. Those who want to come with me are more than welcome. The rest of you can keep puting on your makeup and reading books about what men want.

It's so irritating. I feel a huge disconnect from my sex. I feel that I am fighting against this clock. This clock is a war. I see my ladies falling. I see my ladies missing in action. I see them blown up in front of my eyes. I see them covered in napalm. I see babies. Lots of cute babies I want to hold them. They are adorable. I will fight this. Many of my ladies lose sight of the battle. one minute they are fighting the good fight and the next they are buying a swifter cleaner complaining about some guy not committing.
What am I to do.

I thought that one day I would find a warrior I could stand behind. We would live and learn together and I would be his and he would be mine. That life does not exist. I have become my warrior and I am perfectly satisfied with myself.

I'm just going on and on none of this matters. really it doesn't. its just my thoughts running. I am drinking a bottle of wine tonight. I deserve it. I am fighting yet another invisible demon in my mind. I am going to vanish one day. I can't wait.

its my prerogative.

i had been stingy.

a prude you might say.
after years of giving it up.
and putting it out.
id made the decision.
to put it away.

i wasn't sucking.
or blowing.
coming.
or going.

i was stale.
we'd lay beside each other.
his dick in arms reach.
but id resist.

tempted to touch.

i remembered those nights.
when the only reason we'd sleep.
is because we couldn't come anymore.

i fantasized.
about those days.
bent over.
in front of open windows.

straddled.
across something domestic.

wet with more than laundry.
but instead.
with pure lust.
and emotion.
and infatuation.

disgusting sex.
that would make any happy home.
a whorehouse.

i had cut that off.

until recently.
that is.

after laying there.
nights of waiting.
dick with in grab.

i made like at&t.
and reach out.
and touched someone.

not only did i touch.
i sucked.
and i fucked.
i shoved.
and pulled.

every place it could go.
every way it could fit.

i forced myself through the bullshit.
and the spite.
to pure pleasure.

i watch his face.
devour me.
and i felt myself.
put it out.

as his face dripped.
with come.
i shook as i took it in.

when i tasted myself.
on his tongue.
i gave it up.

and i left it.
on the sheets.
on his fingers.
in the air.

and it was worth it.
worth the waiting.
and the hesitation.
the restraint.

and after all that questioning.
decision making.
discretion.

its obvious.
no matter how.
much i give it away.

ive still got it.
and its better.
than it was before.

just do it already....

So I took some time off from sex. I needed time to recover from a broken heart, and just wasn't ready to expose my body (and emotions) to intimacy.

That part of my life, is over, and afterward I realized my favorite part of sex: the first entry.

you are naked, waiting, wanting it and then that first thrust while your muscles are so tight. You feel the force it takes to get him in you. You feel yourself wrapping around him. your mind ceases to function, words or thoughts, just fuuuuuuccccckkk.
The noises that come out you've never heard, like a dick that plugged some hole that created complex thought. you are dumb. you want it over and over and start grabbing at him and can't stop. won't stop. will not stop. just go go go. more. harder. again and again.

Never Again

So I let him cum on my face. I Recently lost my virginity and have been trying new things in this world of sex that has become my new fascination and slight nightmare. well it was horrible. I don't feel sexy I feel like I'm going to have an acne breakout and blemishes that last forever as a reminder never to let a guy cum on my face again.

I sucked the essence out of his dick.

I'm at work and all I can think about is riding him like a cowboy on a fucking bull. I want to lock my knees and hold on for dear life. I want to lace myself up in a corset that is far to small for my breast and heels way to high to walk in. He doesn't care about any of that stuff but it makes me feel like a vixen so I lace up my boots. When he looks at me I know I am the finest Women he has ever tasted. I am almost a God. He kisses me sweetly like he always does and then he aggressively pushes me on the bed. I lay down and he slaps my ass and flips me over. I love getting fucked from behind.

insertion....

I make his black snake moan. When he cums his top lip rolls back and his crooked teeth stick out. I love those stupid fucking teeth. He makes me cum every time. I think my vagina tries to suck the essence out of his dick. NO, My vagina sucks the essence out of his dick. The tattoo on his chest lifts up and down as his breathing slows down. I roll over and I place my hand under my left breast in a puddle of sweat and cum. These sheets are dirty and so am I.

I do not understand

When hanging out with someone it becomes harder and harder with each day to be honest with feelings. Becoming vulnerable is never easy and so telling someone you really do like them can be difficult, especially for me. Recently I have been running into that problem and it has been putting a damper on my current situation. However, in recent days I have finally taken the plunge and admitted my happiness, and now it is being held against me. Now that I am being honest and telling the person I like that I do indeed like them, I am no longer sexually desireable. Now I wish I could backpedal and take it all back so I can continue to enjoy myself without the awkwardness that now exists because of my honesty. I am comepletely dumbfounded that after being hassled for not being honest now my honesty is causing more of a problem.

DTF Richmond?

DTF?

Oh my, apparently according to my friends I am not the nicest person when I haven’t had sex in awhile. I have this guy friend that is a little bit more than just a friend and we have been dating on off for about 6 years now. Physically he is beautiful but he is crazy, hence the reason why we have not been able to date consistently. Recently we both had decided to meet up and go on a date and have sex afterwards. But when I could not get to his place the time he wanted me there, he jerked off and I was left in the cold horny as shit (more to story too many details). Desperate, I went into my pocket and dug out an old booty call. That ended up being disastrous because that guy had smoked too much weed the night before we hooked up and kept getting tired.

So, for a week I suffered with the memory of a bad lay, good sex pasted and bloody pads (cause I was on my period). After that week, my period ended, and I ran into a good friend at Ipanema and told her the situation. She told me to text him and get that good sex I wanted. She told me that I should be able to get laid in this city no problem and just text him “dtf”? I was like really? That will work? So, I let her and her friend text him “dtf”? Cause I was kinda over it. He shouldn’t had been inpatient and I thought to myself why was he being such an ass and was he really worth my time? But when my friend told me to just text him, I realized my problem. I need to not think so much about things and just say what I want. Sex is sex, and if I want it I should ask for it. Like TLC said: “ain’t too proud to beg, nah”.

Anyways, he responds to the text and we end up sending each other sexy texts all night and making plans to fuck the next day. I wanted to kiss my friend for helping me get some, cause good sex is like chocolate cake or brownies; fucking great! I went to the guy’s place the next day, we talked, he apologized, I looked hot and then he took me to his room and started kissing me. His lips were like heaven and as he kissed me he started to take my clothes off. He took off my shirt, then my bra and let me keep my boots on. Then he laid me out on his bed and sucked on my breast and bit my nipples softly while fingering me. He put his fingers in deep when he would bite and caress my clit as well. He was like: “it this what you want”? I was like hell yeah! And then he started to lick around my pussy still fingering and alternating bites and sucking on my breast. I was so turned on and then he placed another finger slowly in my ass and I felt like my body was warming. He then kneeled over and kissed me while still alternating fingers on my clit, pussy, and butt. Amazing he was, and then he whispered in my ear: “should I get a condom”? I said, yes. But before he went to get a condom I gave him some amazing head. He got a condom turned me over and placed me doggy style with my ass hanging off the side of his bed and he was behind me. He fucked me doggy style and I could feel his balls slapping my ass. He spanked me hard and my butt jiggled and he went deeper while holding my neck. He started fucking faster and I starting cuming while he was choking me gently slapping his balls against my ass. Then he pulled me in close to him and put his dick in deep and whispered in my ear he was going to cum. His roommates were home and I am sure they heard me moan. I orgasm, and he cumed in my mouth and on my breasts.

Moral of story: dtf text works and if you want sex just say so.