Just An Everyday Fantasy: Cerebral Coitus-Verbally Authenticated (Part 2)...

"What happened last night?" That's what I ask myself after waking up from what felt like an "orgasmic hangover". Body drained, sheets wet, and a slight headache from concentrating so hard on releasing her tension.

"What should I do?" I've read Jay's text message eight times now and still, am a little confused on what actually happened last night.

That's been a gift and curse of mine for years. The ability to fantasize and concentrate so hard that I wake up and feel like I performed in reality, what I fantasized about mentally.

Sadly, I had made the mistaken assumption that I was over that part of my life and that I could control it better now.

That had always been a problem for men to deal with. My sex IQ was so high and I was so in tune with my body that I could mentally cum whenever I chose to.

During my time at Clark Atlanta University, there were plenty of times I found myself in the last row of the 300 seat, auditorium, where Professor Whatley taught Organic Chemistry.

I really hope they have changed those seats by now. I never seemed to grab enough paper towels from the restroom to cover the auditorium seats.

I can remember it like it was yesterday, "Students turn to page 46 in your book." Before I could get passed the fifteenth page I was already leaking.

The space in between the row in front of me would have provided just enough space for my boyfriend, at the time, to kneel down in front of me, force my legs apart, exposing my already throbbing clit, and perform so well you would think he'd taken, "PSL, Pussy as a Second Language".

I was able to feel his patented technique. He would lick so deep into me that his motions resembled a cat lapping up milk. The motion of his lower jaw being inside me and then out, his chin, then being inside me while his tongue covered my clit, was simply too much to control and yes I came on the chair.

That pretty much explains why I got a B instead of an A in the class. I was slightly distracted more than half the time, by sexual fantasies.

Now back to Jay, I think I'll call him, but I'll do it after lunch. I don't want to press him and overload him with, "I already miss you's" and "When can I see you's again" I needed to pace myself, or at least that's what I was selling myself.

Buzz! Buzz! It was a text from Jay at 9:54a on that Saturday morning.

Dammit, I can't even read it. I was too nervous. Too afraid of whether or not I had exposed too much about myself and my sexuality. Was it a turn off? Did I come off as fast? Wait a minute, Did I even do anything?

Danielle, you are a grown woman, check the damn message. I grab the phone and look at it. "Sexy Jay". I know it's cheesy, but that was my personal name for him. A name he didn't even know he had, lol.

"How are you feeling this morning? Did you sleep okay?" Jay was generally pretty good about checking on me. I liked that attentive side of him.

"GM Jay, I am doing fine this morning. I had a rough nights sleep, but I'm okay now. How about you?"

"I'm doing pretty good. I'm at a customer's site installing their security system now. I just wanted to check on you. You seemed pretty shaken up last night."

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that. I just got a little light headed, but I'm okay now."

"We need to talk, Danielle. So let me know when you're free. I have a lot to do tonight, at home, so I can call you around 7p if that's okay?"

"Jay, Is everything okay? 7p is fine."

Oh hell, What was the problem? Everything had been going so well between us, I couldn't shake that thought.

7p rolls around and I have spent the whole day running errands, working out, talking to my girls, and my parents, just to keep my mind from wandering.

"Seems like your ready...I could have sworn you were ready..." I definitely need to change his ring tone. R. Kelly (Seems like you're ready)

"Hey Jay, How was work?"

"It was good, but I think I need to tell you something."

What in the hell was he about to tell me? He has a girlfriend. He's married. He doesn't like me. He has a child. WHAT?

"Okay, Jay, we talk about everything anyway so go ahead."

"Okay Dani, Do you remember when we were at dinner and they were showing us how to devein shrimp and cut tomatoes, you asked me if I was having fun."

"Yes, I remember. Did you not have fun?"

"Yes, but it was bitter sweet. Don't take this the wrong way, but as much as I wanted to be respectful, I wanted to take the knife and tomatoes from you and place your hand right on the crotch of my slacks. I was so hard that it start to feel uncomfortable from throbbing and wanting to stretch out."

"Danielle, are you still there?"

"Yes, I am just listening. Why were you so aroused?"

"To be honest, I had been fantasizing about you since the grocery store, but didn't want to slow or side track my learning about you, with mind blowing sex."

"Well you sound pretty confident. How do you know it would have been "mind blowing?"

"Dani, don't ever again doubt me. I'm serious. If we go there, we will turn into something else. I have paid a lot more attention to you than you know."

"Okay. Excuse me, Mr. Jay."

"Whatever, lol! I just had to confess that."

"Well, thank you for your honesty!"

"Dani, when I met you I played it out in my head."

I would have kissed you, soft at first, but then much more passionately. I would have distracted you so much from shopping that you would have dropped the basket, causing food to go everywhere, as I used my free hands to pull your jogging pants down to your knees.

I noticed the honey right behind you, which I would have used on my tongue before going down on you. Down there, I don't play, Dani. I could tell by your walk that your pussy was thick, almost like you had to walk around it.

If you've never had apples dipped in honey...It can't be matched.

Dipping my tongue in and out, as I pulled your panties to the side, and used my thumb to press your clit like a button, you would have had no choice , but to cum for me and on me.

When I picked you up I imagined you answering the door and greeting me with a hug, unzipping my pants, and releasing all of my erect 8 or so inches into your, already lip glossed and waiting mouth. Taking as much in as you could, before using your right hand to milk me until cum dripped down your mouth and chest and your left hand playing with your pussy so that you could cum at the same time.

When I dropped you back off I imagined fucking you outside the car. Snatching your panties down to your ankles and bending you over, the front half of your body inside my car door window, you grabbing the door and trying to hold on for dear life as I dig so deeply from behind, that you have to reach back to regulate my stroke so that you could feel that shit all through you. It would feel like my dick was touching every nerve ending in your body.

You'd cum again, almost ripping my break away mirrors off. I would drop to my knees and starts to suck on your juices from behind as you tried your best to keep up with the stimulation change mixed with a truly sensitive clit.

The next day after we exchanged text messages. I imagined calling you on the phone and going through every fantasy I'd had about you for the last couple of weeks. Talking so descriptively that I could hear the subtle moans through the phone as you tried, but not too hard to disguise the fact that you were masturbating while talking to me.

I imagined you being so turned on by my voice and words that you sat alone in the living room wetting up the towel you'd placed on the couch and floor below as soon as I called as if you'd planned for it.

I imagined knocking on the door and joining your "session" providing any assistance you needed.

"Knock...Knock...Knock..." You have got to be kidding me. "Jay, hold one a minute okay? Someones at my door... Jay? Did you hear me?"

...

You Think It I'll Say It: The Single Parent Theory...

Dictionary.com defines "Love" as...

1. a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person.
2. a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection, as for a parent, child, or friend.

It also defines "Companionship" as...
1. association as companions; fellowship.

It's interesting how we spend our whole lives looking for a good combination of those two words, yet we find out, through life that some of the most unexpected blessings can come from opening our minds, just a little bit.

Conversely, I think we have all had our fair share of unmet expectations, from relationships that, on paper, seemed to be the perfect candidate for the job.

You are walking through the mall and you spot someone very attractive from across the hall. The first thing you notice is their eyes. They look at you as if to say hello, long before the person's lips ever move. They smile. An inviting smile. They slow their pace, giving you just enough time to fully capture the "body shot". They are just the way you like. As your eyes gaze lower you notice, attached to their hand is a child.

What is the first thing that crosses your mind?

• They won't have enough time for me, if they have a child to raise.
• I don't deal with "Baby mama" or "Baby daddy" drama.
• How can we go on a date if he's paying child support?
• That child looks bad and I don't even want to go there.
• I don't want a ready made family.

These all "may" be valid concerns, if you've introduced yourself, said the right thing to even gain their interest enough to exchange numbers, and then get to know them well enough to even be introduced to the child.

The keyword here is MAY.

It is interesting how soon we forget that a single parent MAY be...

• More responsible, because they have to be if they want to be a good parent.
• More thoughtful, because the thoughtfulness a child could bring out of you, can't be compared to anything else.
• More romantic, because a child can take so much energy, that when you have romantic alone time, you go all out.
• More appreciative, because doing anything difficult, alone, can truly make you appreciate companionship when you find it.
• More mature, because raising a child can make you encounter, assess, and overcome more situations than you can think of.

Now I could come up with many more, but I think I've made my point.

Before you decide that the cover to the book will tell you all you need to know about a person and their circumstances, keep in mind that some of God's greatest gifts can come from situations WE originally assumed could have never come from such a situation.

Let's not be too presumptious for our own "future" good.

To the single parents out there, I believe two major things can make dating a little easier for you.

1. Have a well mannered child
2. Have a well mannered "Baby's Mother or Father"

Either problem could turn someone off very quickly.

The only relationships that are guaranteed to fail, are the one's that never begin!

Just An Everyday Fantasy: Cerebral Coitus (Part 1)...

"He's nice but he's not my type." That's the first thing that crossed my mind when he walked away. "Besides, I'm not even my cutest. He was probably just gassin' my head anyway." I couldn't deny his strategic approach though. It actually made me smile.

Thinking about what just happened...

"Can you even cook?" - "Excuse me?!"
"Can you cook?" - "Yeah, but do I know you?" In my stern face.

With his hand extended to greet me. "My name is Jay. What's yours?" - "My name is Danielle. Why'd you ask if I could cook?"
"Well, I noticed that you had canned tomato sauce, canned vegetables, a ground beef log, and spaghetti noodles in your basket. On top of that, even with your hair in a ponytail and looking very attractive in your jogging pants and wife beater, you are slim, so I know you ain't eatin' good." - "Ha! Very funny." We both share a laugh.

"So what are you, a chef or something?" - "Not even close, but I'm success driven so I'll do my best at whatever I do."

Secretly, I love a hard working man.

He was about 5'9", light skinned, and a little heavier than what I'm used to. There was no reason for me to believe that this was going anywhere, besides a "grocery store laugh". WTH, I'm single and have been for months, so didn't I owe it to myself to see if he could make me smile? If he would make me cry? If I could positively impact his life, or vice versa? If he could kiss me the way I wanted, if he could make my body mold to his like Play doe?

Of course I did. Who was I fooling?

"I know its close to dinner time and I don't want to keep you, but would it be okay to call you sometime? If you say yes, I promise to give you free cooking lessons at your leisure. " - "I think that would be fine and only if you know what you're doing."

That verbal exchange is followed by a huge smile from both of us. "Dammit, he brought it out of me and that doesn't happen all the time, especially when I'm in a rush, but he did read me very well."

Numbers are exchanged and we both go our separate ways.

Before I knew it a couple of weeks had already gone by and things were going pretty well.
Although, often very busy at my job as lead researcher for the FDA and Jay finding time in between installations for his own electronics business, a high level of interest allowed us to make time whenever we could. Even more so, after discussing past relationships and how we had both made a habit of making excuses. Make that too many excuses, every now and then.

We made a good habit of talking at least twice a week. Once on Tuesday and once on Thursday. He had an interesting philosophy about this.

Jay always prided himself on being the analytical perfectionist, he felt like Tuesday was a great day to see how your weekend had gone as well as how your "Mad House Monday" had gone. He thought that Thursday was also a great day to see how your week had gone as well as, more importantly to see what you had planned for the weekend.

Now that second piece was interesting to me, because he hadn't asked me out yet. I can honestly say I started to wonder what we were really doing. Most guys I'd met before, wasted no time in trying to "get next to me". Something was different about him.

I was so used to the big city, speed dating "game" guys would apply, that once again, he threw me for a loop with his approach.

Why is this Thursday going so slow? I asked myself that same question every hour since lunch time. Not sure why though. I had nothing planned and the only options were, Jay, who I expected to talk to after work, and Thomas, who was a cute guy at my job, but who's background proved to be a little much for me to get over, especially since he was well known around the office for targeting women of color, so I couldn't shake the feeling of always questioning his agenda, bur he was handsome and very polite.

"Join me tonight..." That's what the 3:15pm text read, from Jay. Immediately, I sat up in my chair, instantly shaking off the mental cobwebs that were starting to form from staring at my computer screen.

This was odd, since he normally spent Thursday night's with the guys. Was he going to have me join them? Not sure I wanted to hang with the guys tonight, but to see him, sure. Hell I had to just go for it. He had already proven to be well adept at mentally and emotionally stimulating me so I figured a little QT in person would be nice.

"Count me in. Time? Place? What should I wear? (Just in case I am too sexy tonight and you try and kidnap me, lol)"

"It's almost 4:15pm and no response. I hope I didn't offend him."

"6:30pm. 1544 Piedmont Ave NE, Atlanta, Georgia. Where something..." He is so silly, but I like that too!

Suddenly, 5pm has arrived and my jacket is already on and ready to leave. I clean up my desk and hit the elevator with the rest of my coworkers.

I get to the parking deck attendant to pay..."Hey Miss Lady, You have a good day?" - "Yes, Charles, How about yourself?" - "Good, but not as good as your's. Your smile is glowing today!" - "Thanks Charles, I hope to have a good night as well..."

I pull off and head home as fast as traffic will allow. Thinking the whole way about the surprise evening we are going to have... "No sex, No sex, No sex!" Yes, a little self convincing can go along way. I hadn't had good sex in about three months, so yes she was throbbing at the thought of his calming, sexy, and seductive voice and although I could avoid just random sex. I really liked him so I was going to need her to be calm tonight. (She has been known to randomly wet up that small strip of panty in between my legs, so she was sure to cause me some pleasurable grief)

He arrived at the door and my mouth almost dropped. He was so different than the jogging pants I had seen him in a couple weeks prior. He was clean cut, well dressed, and damnit he smelled good. (The lips looking soft didn't hurt either...Strange how the lips on his face caused the lips in my panties to get slightly moist.)

"Hi Danielle, You look gorgeous. I will probably stare at you all night, but don't let it go to your head and some how start to think I like you...:-) I have also let my momma know where I was, just in case my cologne was too much for you and somehow, I wind up missing."

We both laugh and exit the front door and head to his car, where he surprisingly opened the door and closed it behind me taking time to make sure my skirt was not hanging out of the car door..."This boy is trying to get my pussy...Nope...No...No...Not tonight anyway..." I know I should expect that type of politeness these days, but frankly it just doesn't happen much, so yes I was pleasantly surprised.

We take a very nice scenic drive to the city and arrive at the address. "Cook's Warehouse. Lord! I've heard of this place. Is he about to make me cook?" I think to myself.

WE HAD A GREAT TIME AND I AM STUFFED. Yes, I am yelling. Our date was SO refreshing. I swear that between the cooking lessons and eating and drinks, he asked me 25 questions. I do like his style. He pays attention to damn near everything, while also letting me talk and express myself. He seems genuine, but time will tell.

As we ride home he asks me a random question. "Danielle, What three things are you thinking, right now?"

"Hmmm...1. I really enjoyed our date. 2. I have never done that before 3. You look really nice tonight."

"4. My pussy is sooo wet in these panties and I really wish I could take your right hand and show you..." Damnit, Please tell me I didn't just say that. "You didn't, but I am thinking it..." - "Damnit, here she goes running her mouth. My pussy has a mind of her own sometimes, so whew, I am glad I wasn't speaking what she was feeling..."

"I like those three." Jay replies back to me. "Ok, so what are your three?"

"Do I have to be honest? LOL" - "Uh, Don't play with me, yes you have to be honest and stop thinking so hard and answer, lol!"

"Fine, 1. I am very attracted to you. 2. I had fun there as well and would love to go again with you. 3. The way you cut the tomatoes during class told me that you have poise and a good grip, as well as smooth movements when you concentrate. Random, I know, but I was watching."

"I would love for you to watch your dick sliding into my tight wet pussy right now. I would love to grip the steering wheel with my hands, while my pussy gripped your dick. I would love to concentrate on not cumming so hard I kick this stick shift out of gear."

"Pussy, stop it!" (Thank God I am able to think internally as opposed to him hearing what I am thinking...)

We arrive back at my house around 9:30pm and I am anxious to lay my horny ass down. Yes, with him next to me, but I know better. I know that if his love making abilities are anywhere near the mental and emotional stimulation, I'll be quickly changing into "wifey mode" and apply time demands that I need to ease into.

Before I can finish the thought, I am being helped out of the car, Jay holding my hand so romantically and with  deliberate strength.

As soon as I was upright enough to walk he reached under my skirt and grabbed my vagina, that was pulsating and extremely moist. With barely any time elapsing, he also kissed me as we stood there on the side walk. The kiss seemed to take forever as he manipulated his finger around my panties and planted the tips of his fingers directly on my clit. With slight gyrations mixed with penetrations, he found her spot..."This is going to be bad." I think to myself, because if I cum standing here on this side walk, he is getting dragged in the house."

He continues touching me so softly for the next couple minutes, I am unable to hide my approaching orgasm. "Damn...He has her pumping in no time at all and I am now realizing he knows me physically or has learned me in 5 fucking minutes..."

"I know he is not about to fuck me out here..." He snatches my panties down to my ankles and bends me over, my front half of my body inside the car door window, grabbing the door and trying to hold on for dear life as he digs so deep from behind, I have to reach back to regulate his stroke. There it is...I feel that shit all through me." It feel like his dick is touching every nerve ending in my body.

I cum again, almost ripping his break away mirrors off. He drops to his knees and starts to suck on my juices from behind as I try my best to keep up with the stimulation change mixed with a truly sensitive clit...

"Danielle, Danielle!" - "What?"

"Sweetheart, We've been standing at your door for the last three minutes and you kinda zoned out. Are you okay?" - "Uh, yes, Um, I need to go lay down. I guess I am a little tired."

Jay, gives me the sweetest kiss on the cheek and that's when it hit me...That little thing in between my legs took me through a scenario that had never fucking happened. I am way too horny.

I watch his sexy ass walk to his car from my living room window, waving with one hand and vibrator in the other...Long night ahead.

I try and finish her off and take a shower and hop in the bed.

BUZZ! BUZZ!

I check my phone, looking forward to his text to let me know he made it home.

"Danielle, I just made it home. BTW, you didn't break my mirror. That's why they are called break away. *wink*

You Think It I'll Say It: The Art of Courtship...

World English Dictionary defines "Courtship" as...
1. the act, period, or art of seeking the love of someone with intent to marry.

Often people confuse courting with dating, when actually dating is an important part of the courting period. One of the biggest distinctions between the two is their purpose.

The purpose of dating is simply to "get to know" someone in order to gather enough information to decide if you would like to court them.

The purpose of courting is to "exclusively" date someone, with the intent to marry.

When you meet a "potential life mate" and begin the process of "getting to know them", what kind of things do you like to find out?

• What are your likes and dislikes?
• What are you looking for?
• Are you in a relationship?
• What is your favorite food?
• etc.

There are any number of question combinations you can use to help you in your decision making process. I have broken it down into three categories. Past, present, and future.

The Past. Questions in this category should help you to understand where a person has come from. Please be sure to hesitate from making decisions from this section alone. Many people have had a troubled past that has made them the success they are today. Others have had a great past and are going through present struggles. So be UNDERSTANDING.

The Present. This category can be a very interesting, fun, and informative set of questions. This line of conversation should help you understand where a person is "currently". "What things do you like, love, dislike, hate, and are interested in, TODAY."

The Future. This is the category of HOPE. Many times you'll see a person's eyes light up when answering or asking questions in this category. Pay close attention to this portion of the conversation, because this will help you figure out if a person's future, may or may not line up with yours!

IMPORTANT: Don't be afraid to take notes and actually write things down. Not many people actually do this, but the same way we would take notes while in a class in school, we can also refer back to and study our mates.

In my opinion, all three categories should be thoroughly covered during the dating phase. Once you've accomplished that and have decided, after a specific period of time, that you would like to pursue something more serious, then the real work begins. Some work is fun though, right? Especially, if you LOVE it!

The courtship phase is a very serious phase as far as importance, but can be as fun as you and your partner make it. Keep in mind one thing while going through this growth process.

• Why are we doing this?

The goal is most likely to marry the person you are in a relationship with or at the very least build a long lasting and loving relationship that will last you well into your Golden Years.

While going through this phase, relationship polishing should be taking place. You both should have such a great understanding of one another, that you are only perfecting things you've aleady learned and had a good amount of practice with.

If you are having an unusually large amount of conflict in this area I suggest, firstly, returning back to the dating phase. This may allow you to remember WHO a person is, was, and is trying to be. Next, I always suggest relationship counseling, and just like a doctor, there are plenty of choices out there, so if certain counselors don't work for you and your mate, SWITCH.

It's your relationship health that's at stake, so do what's in your best interest, as a couple.

A strong foundation, you'll find, can be one of the greatest assets to building a strong, long lasting, healthy, loving, and fun relationship.

You Think It I'll Say It: When Practice Is Not Like The Game...

If you spend 6 years training to play professional tennis, and when it comes game time, the dimensions of the tennis court have changed...That could present a big problem.

The change in rules/regulations could drastically change your perception of the game. Also, changing not only your performance, but also HOW you are being judged.

The same concept applies to relationships, when transitioning from friends to dating, from dating to engaged, and engaged to married.

Now, I believe that there is a natural elevation in responsibilities and expectations, BUT they should be very, very similar to each previous relationship stage, IF honest progression expectations were given.

Things that I believe should just about stay the same, from Friendship to Marriage.

1. Respect. How you are treated and spoken to should be established from friendship. If they disrespect you in the friend stage, I am not sure how much better that will become overtime, without you stopping that dead in it's tracks and communicating your concerns.
2. Affection. The amount of affection you desire, should also be established early on. If you are very affectionate, most times, that need doesn't decrease, but may increase as the relationship grows more serious and you all learn more about each other.
3. Family Interaction. How a person interacts with your family is very important. Now, there is always a chance that those relationships could change, but many times, that's based on how much you tell them. (That is a personal decision)
4. Money Management. This is a very important one! Poor money managers CAN change, but guess what it takes? You guessed it. A change in how they manage it. I know it sounds redundant, but if they have acknowledged the problem and are taking serious steps to change it, let them know you appreciate it. THAT LADIES AND GENTS IS A DRIVEN AND DETERMINED PERSON WILLING TO MAKE SACRIFICES FOR SUCCESS.
5. Social Activities. Does your friend and potential mate like clubbing, bars, plays, book stores, sports events, shopping, spending time online, spending time with friends or family? Most times, it takes an ACT OF GOD to change a person's likes or dislikes socially, or sometimes priorities change, but try not to bank on this changing too much.
6. Religious Beliefs. Church, church and participation, no church. A person definitely has the potential to grow greatly in the realm of religion and practices, but as far as assuming they will, or assuming they will change religions for you...Don't assume that. When we grow up in a certain religion, changing has huge ramifications.
7. Personality Type. This is a BIG one. Many times a person's sense of humor, outgoing or introverted nature, friendliness, work ethic, etc., don't change too much! I would have included confidence, but I have seen really, apprehensive people become very secure and confident.
8. Cleanliness. I am not sure how much consistently cleaner, people become overtime, but this is a lot of times, what you see, is what you get. Never count it out though. It may change.
9. Romance/Thoughtfulness. I haven't seen this change too much. Many times thoughtful people don't become unthoughtful and unthoughtful people don't often become thoughtful, without work, work, work! Don't expect a non-romantic person to become Mr or Mrs. Romance after marriage.

Things that I believe, maybe shouldn't, but do change over time, from Friendship to Marriage.

1. Opposite Sex Friendships. In some cases, this number may be expected to decrease exponential over time, the closer you get to marriage.
2. Privacy. This is a biggie. Very important to discuss along the way. Can mail be opened? Can phones/emails be checked/answers? Should passwords be given? There is ABSOLUTELY, no wrong or right answer, but definitely worth discussing.
3. Curfew. I have seen this be a big issue. Please Please Please discuss throughout your relationship. A lot of people view it as respect and a lot look at it as, "I haven't had a curfew since high school..."

Clear, consistent, and concise communication throughout every level of your relationship, may be just what you need to reach that 60 year, Diamond anniversary!

Just An Everyday Fantasy: Sesenta y Nueve (Part 3)...

“I can’t believe you…” You think to yourself. “Now, here I am tired, still wet, horny, and now hungry as hell.”

Which is funny, because you never felt hungry during sex. Maybe that’s because the body has an interesting way of shutting other bodily functions down while having sex. Somehow you don’t seem to cough, sneeze, or anything else when you and I make love…

But now back to the subject.

“Now that I think about it, this boy has been damn near “mind fucking” me all day long and I haven’t eaten since…”

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

“Room service.”

“I didn’t order any room service,” is all you can muster as you lay relaxed on the couch, still wearing your tattered clothes from earlier’s escapades. Then you think to yourself, “I bet this is more of his craziness.”

So without giving it a second thought, you jump up, throwing on a robe for coverage and race to the door hoping they hadn’t left yet.

"Hi. I'm sorry for the wait. I had to get dressed. How can I help you?"

"Just delivering your order, ma'am. Can you sign here?"

You pull off the sterling silver cover and damn near pass out from the appetizing aroma hitting your face.
Fried chicken, steak, pork chops baked potato, greens, macaroni and cheese, rolls, and salad.

It's time to eat! You go to work, devouring as much as your stomach would allow.

45 minutes later, you sluggishly wake up and drag your feet to the restroom to take a long hot shower. After a quick shower and lotion up you get dressed and sit on the couch trying to figure out what you are supposed to do now.

"Ring, ring ring...."

"Who could be calling me at this number? No one knows I'm here."

You answer the phone after a couple more rings. "Hello." "Yes, ma'am this is the front desk; your car is downstairs waiting for you. I must say, it's gorgeous!"

"Thank you, but I haven't called down to valet to have my car brought up yet. There must be some mistake."

"Ma'am we received a phone call just a couple minutes ago, requesting that the vehicle for this room be brought up as soon as possible." "The caller mentioned that you would be needing to get home, due to a leaky faucet on hard wood, something like that. We were confused as well."

"He is so nasty," you think to yourself, as you gather your things and make your way down stairs.

As you drive 450 miles per hour back home, thoughts run through your head. You've never had a day like this before. It feels good to feel appreciated and cared about and loved and lusted after. "He is going to get it when I get home."

"I'm calling him. I don't care what he says!"

"Hey Sweetie, how are you? I should be leaving work shortly."

"Oh really? So you've been hard at work all day?"

"Yes, why do you ask? Oh, well we did have a small leak this evening, that very quickly turned into a much larger one. I tried contacting maintenance, but until they arrived I ended up plugging the hole myself. It was a deep hole, but I managed."

"I'm sure you did..." When are you coming home?"

"I just have a couple more things to finish, then I'll be on my way."

"Did you want me to start dinner? Since I'll get home before you get off?" "Honey! Baby, you there?"

"Uh...yeah."

"Yeah, what?"

"What are you wearing?"

"That's random. Why do you ask?"

"Well since I always leave before you, I wasn't sure what you wore. So tell me."

"Well, I am wearing my grey pencil skirt, white ruffled blouse, red belt and red heels." "Happy now?"

"Are you not wearing any panties?"

"Well I was, but I had to take them off. They got damaged, or do you not know anything about that either?"

"Damaged how? Flooding?"

"Ha ha. Very funny." "What are you doing, because it doesn't sound like work?"

Brief pause and moan.

"Uh nothing, just talking to you."

"Is he hard? It sounds like he is."

"Yes, just a little."

"A little, huh? I know what that means." "That means you wish I was at work with you right now, helping you stroke it, don't you?"

"Maybe."

"Well, just so you know, I am touching her right now and she is really wet. She's been wet all day! Her lips are open and she is basically perspiring with her juices dripping down each lip, like sweat running down each side of your face." "Wait a minute! You are not about to make me cum in this damn car, I am almost home."

"Since you are almost home, why don't you come upstairs and help me?"

"WTF, I thought you were at work?"

"I am at working and working very hard too!"

You arrive at the house and pull into the garage, almost leaving the car running while trying to get out and see what surprise you've been waiting to finish off all day long.

As you open the door to the kitchen, you are quickly greeted, by a naked hug. A hug so tight, I lift your body off the ground in excitement. With the door still open, I forcefully push you back into the garage, forcing you backwards and onto the hood of the car, all while still passionately kissing you.



You let out a slight moan as the warm air hits your exposed clitoris, sending a deep tingling sensation through your body and causing your open legs to shiver in reaction.

She puckers her moist, wet, and waiting lips, as if to say, "French Kiss Me!" Being the good, subliminal direction following man I am, I go right under your skirt and begin.

I use my thumbs to spread your lips open. Then I slowly insert my tongue into the entry way to your vagina, which is already wet from my aggressive seduction. You clinch as you try your best to relax. You can't help it as she leaks small tear drops down your butt cheeks. I go as far in as I can, as you grab my shoulders in pleasure filled grips. Then pulling my tongue out, almost completely until only the tip is left inserted, I stroke northward, gathering your juices along the way up through the waterfall of your pussy until I get to your clit. She is now pulsating in arousal and satisfaction. I pucker my cream soaked lips and kiss her. Not like a simple peck, but in such a way that causes you to reminisce about a time when I sucked both of your nipples the same way.

As you look down at the top of my head bouncing up and down on your clit, your eyes roll back and your head drops as you whisper, in a quivering voice, "Shiiiiittttt".

Wow, I can taste her pushing juices out of the opening like a reverse pump. After completing the exercise at location one, I proceed to the next obstacle.

There is so much intimacy involved in a kiss and in sex...I plan to kill two birds with one stone, but I need your assistance.

I ask you to kindly assist me by holding her open. You do so while also sneaking a couple circulations around your clit before I spend the next 60 seconds doing tricks inside you with my tongue, hoping that, you enjoy the French Kiss as much as I do.

After spending time, giving her some oral QT. I might as well let him give her a kiss as well. I mean she is sitting there, already open to him. He is already sticking straight out pointing to her.

Before I could finish my overly wordy description, you grab him at the shaft and rub him inside your opening, causing him to be covered with her peach nectar. Then you touch the tip of him to your clit as they share a kiss.

You smile in arousal mixed with direct stimulation and start rubbing her more intently as you search for just the right spot on your clit to stimulate. Now closing your eyes while enjoying your personal joystick, you slip up and miss your clit causing him to take a dive into your warm whirlpool of moisture.

At that point you cum again...There was no planning that move, or was it. I guess the feeling of surprise, mixed with the feeling of your pussy being filled up completely, was too much for her as she came and came some more with each stroke for the next 20 seconds...

"Whew...Let's take a break. I can't take much more on this hard ass hood!"

Fine...

I pull out and help you in the house. You make your way to the refrigerator to get just a little water, before continuing. You reach down to the ice dispenser and that's when you feel it...I've grabbed your vibrator and placed it inside you from behind. You lean forward, glass of water in right hand and left hand to brace yourself against the refrigerator door. You start to moan again even more aggressively due to the fact that I have already reached around to rub your clit with my fingers, giving you 2 different types of stimulation.

I am a technician, so I am trying intently to locate your gspot with the vibrator....Found it!... I keep stimulating both until you squirt, in a splash, right onto the floor which is something you'd never ever done.

I remove my fingers from your clit and your vibrator from inside you and hug you passionately from behind, as I move your hair to kiss the back of your neck, whispering how much I love you and have enjoyed planning this whole thing out, just as much as executing it.

You feel my dick rise up in between your legs as you look down and see him peaking from in between your thighs. You start to move back and forth stroking him with your hand and sliding back and forth like you are straddling a hand rail.

I lay down on the kitchen floor and you ride me backwards taking care to fit as much of him inside you as you can.

"Baby, I am about to cum again, come with me."

I say, "okay", but yes, I am lying...*wink*

As you reach your next climax, believing I am, orgasmicly, right behind you, I push you off of me and spin you around, and into a, "text book", 69 position.

I continue where my dick left off, performing oral gymnastics inside you, as you fill your throat with my dick. As I continue to please you and as you are cumming once again, you feel me explode in your mouth, tasting like pineapple so you know I had been drinking my pineapple and Patron. You feel vaginal suction kisses, which is me cleaning you out, for the next couple seconds, as we cum to a close, our 24 hour fantasy...

I hope you enjoyed!

You Think It I'll Say It: Verbal Intercourse...

Dictionary.com defines "conversation" as...


1. informal interchange of thoughts, information, etc., by spoken words; oral communication between persons; talk; colloquy.
2. association or social intercourse; intimate acquaintance.

A good conversation is like good sex. There should be a little foreplay, great intercourse, with some position changing as needed, and multiple orgasms throughout. Then, hopefully if the conversation is a good enough experience to make you want to come back for more. 


Conversation is so important, that there are degrees in college dedicated to it.

We converse every single day with someone; a group of people; even ourselves for that matter.


When in or pursuing a relationship, good conversation has very serious implications. A good conversation can bring you closer together. You can learn more about a persons wants, needs, pet peeves, goals, dreams, nightmares, etc. A bad conversation can turn you off, leave a bad taste in your mouth, tell you a lot about a person, or end the potential beginning of a relationship.


So you see her from across the room, train, hallway, store, club, etc. What do you say? Do you compliment her? Do you tell her how attractive she is? Do you try and make her laugh? Do you say something miscellaneous to have an excuse to speak? Do you ask her name? Do you start by telling her yours? Do you buy her a drink? Do you invite her out?


There are 334, 256 things you could say to her, but what would be the most effective? These simple tips may help you figure that out.

1. Genuine is best. If she thinks you are just talking to talk, she may stop talking and walk. Say what you mean and put some sincerity behind it.
2. Clarity is key. If she doesn't understand what you are saying, she won't pay attention to what you are saying. Don't mistake eye contact for understanding. Don't mistake her entertaining you as interest.
3. Confidence is attractive. Many people are attracted to individuals with confidence and know what they want. State your request/intentions. "I'd like to call you sometime." "I'd like to take you out sometime."
4. Observe your target. What are your surroundings? What are they wearing, reading, or doing? You can find out a lot from paying attention. (I'll show this in action later)
5. Listen. Talking too much can cause you to miss out on learning something about your target that could prove helpful in your pursuit.
6. Timing is everything. Talking too long when they are heading somewhere, is not a good thing. Know/Learn when to extend the conversation or when to say, "It was very nice meeting you, and I would love to contact you later if you have the time."


Of course there are probably hundreds of other things you may find important, but those are items that I feel can give you positive results.

You notice a very attractive woman. Take a mental note of the following:
1. Clothing. Is she casual or dressy? Tennis shoes or heels? Engagement/Wedding ring or not?
Reason: If she is dressy, she may be on the way to work, coming from work, on the way to an interview, either way that's worth ASKING. If she has on running shoes, she may workout, been in heels all day, may be laid back.  If she doesn't have a ring on, she may be single or not. FYI: Single does not necessarily mean she wants to change that status with you, so don't be heart broken.


2. Pace. Is she rushing or casually taking in the moment?
Reason: To want her so bad, you inconvenience her by talking too long, is not very considerate and will be mentally noted. Read the situation and act accordingly. Get to the point quickly and exit the stage if necessary. It doesn't hurt to, in this case, state the obvious. "I can see you just got off work and I'm sure you want to get home and relax..." "I can see you and your little girl are having mother daughter time and I would hate to interrupt that..." I think you get the hint!


3. Surroundings. Public or private? A lot of people around or just a few? Are you at a store, elevator, office, school, club, book store, etc.?
Reason: You need  to be mindful of your surroundings. At school: "What's your major?" At bookstore: "What do you like reading?" At the office: "What department do you work in?"


4. Purpose. Quickly try and figure out why they are where they are. Are they at a book store looking at real estate magazines? Are they in the spaghetti aisle at the grocery store? Are they in the womens section of Macy's looking at business attire or club clothes?
Reason: This is a great way to spark a conversation, starting with a single question. "Are you house shopping?" "Have you ever made homemade spaghetti sauce?" "Where do you work and what do you do?"


Once you have a little information then it's much easier to execute. The information should give you the confidence you need, in order to make a good, solid first impression. Trust me. A good first impression can excuse the fact that you aren't, Male Model of the Year.

Make love to the mind and the body will follow! (Ideally speaking)

You Think It I'll Say It: Perseverance Sometimes Pays Off ...

Dictionary.com defines "Perseverance" as...

1. continued steady belief or efforts, withstanding discouragement or difficulty.

2. steady persistence in a course of action, a purpose, a state, etc., esp. in spite of difficulties, obstacles, or discouragement.

I've had female friends ask me why...

1. Why is he still calling me, if I told him I'm not interested?
2. Why is he still trying to sleep with me, when I told him I just want to be friends?
3. Why is he still trying to get my number, when I said no the first time?
4. Why is he still asking me out, when I keep telling him I'm busy?

Well ladies, I have the answer to all of those questions and more, in two individual words.

Persistence and Cyclical

Society has taught persistence since as long as the world has been in existence. We've all heard the following phrases at one time or another.


When the world says, "Give up," Hope whispers, "Try it one more time."

Difficult things take a long time, impossible things a little longer.  ~André A. Jackson


Don't let the fear of the time it will take to accomplish something stand in the way of your doing it.  The time will pass anyway; we might just as well put that passing time to the best possible use.  ~Earl Nightingale

"Persistence pays off."

"Winners never quit and quitters never win."

Of course there are many more than what I've listed, but that's my point. There are 2 billion reasons why people continue striving for what they want and or need.

The second word, Cyclical, is what I believe all humans fall under. Yes today; no tomorrow; maybe the next day.

For whatever reason you'd like to speculate, we all have had moments of decision changes and inconsistency.

I believe that's why people don't give up when you want them to or thing they should. My saying is, "For every person that said, "NO" and meant it; There are two people that said, "NO" and meant, "not now" or "not today".


That being said, if you want what you SAY to have permanent meaning, you have to MAKE it that way. The next time you say something, put permanent action behind it and that may relieve some of the stress of having to repeat yourself.

Keep in mind though, if you are the person that says, "NO," but says, "YES" to the exact same request, from the exact same person two weeks later, you may be causing your own problems. You may be building the reputation of, "He/She is just a talker!"

Just An Everyday Fantasy: Sexual Assault (Part 2)...

After resting for another couple minutes, you are anxious to see what surprise awaits you in room 101. You take the elevator up to the first floor, all the while admiring the view of a summer evening in Buckhead, Atlanta. 

"1st floor”, then the elevator doors open. You follow the signs to room 101. "Am I missing something?" You have looked up and down each hallway and to your surprise, there is no 101. The numbers skip from 100 to 102. You call the front desk from the hallway phone. They explain to you that room 101 is actually on the penthouse floor. You smile and continue your ride up. With this being your first experience in a penthouse suite, you suddenly become slightly aroused at the thought of it all.


You arrive at the penthouse suite door; unlock it with the key provided; and open the door to your next unexpected surprise. After opening the door, you drop the key in amazement, and admire the full view. Two story condo style executive suite: Floor to ceiling windows facing the setting sun, master on the first floor with a loft on the second floor overlooking the living room.

As you look around the immaculate surroundings, your observations are interrupted by a knock at the door. “Hotel Maintenance”. You answer the door and a member of management accompanied by hotel maintenance,  asks you to kindly come to the lobby. "Ma'am, there's a slow leak starting in the middle of your room. Have you seen or experienced in dampness or moisture in the area?" With a chuckle you can barely hide, you answer, "I haven't noticed any major leaks, but you are welcome to check the room." 


"Ma'am, we appreciate your cooperation and should be done shortly." 


You oblige, thinking to yourself how bad you just want to disrobe and lay across the bed. "Wait a minute," you think to yourself, “Where is my next note? Oh well!", you say to yourself, “When they let me back in I’ll look for it.”


While waiting in the lobby, as management checks something in the computer, a well dressed sales person from the hotel store, hands you a note and invites you into the hotel boutique. 

While wondering how in the world he knew you were the right person, you ask the sales person, “Uh…Quick question…How do you know this note is for me?”


He responds, “This message was left for me by my manager. It described you in meticulous detail, would you like to see it?” ”Yes, that would be nice” He pulls the note from his inside pocket and hands it to you…The front of the envelope reads, “Room 101 – 6:30pm – Pretty Girl” You smile as you open the letter and expand the trifolded letter that read: 

"The recipient of this letter is gorgeous. She has beautiful brown skin and eyes to match (but don’t look too close). She’s ambitious, so you’ll be able to tell by her walk and the way she looks right through your eyes when she stares at you. She is passionate, so her smile will allow you ample evidence of her love of happiness and sensual disposition."


Just then a warm tingle starts to drift through your body. It starts right behind your eyes; travels around your neck and down your spine; follows your waistline around to the front of your stomach and straight up through the center of your chest; then to the left and right circling the areola of each breast then down the side of your waist splitting at your warm and slightly aroused vagina; down each beautiful brown thigh, until it reaches your toes, that you curl inside your tomato red Manolo pumps. He taps you on the shoulder, interrupting the flow of arousal and hands you a bag. Enclosed is a Japanese Kimono dress that just so happens to match your pumps.

The hotel manager returns, apologizes for the delay, and offers you a free drink in the hotel lounge, which you gladly accept and drink before even getting back to the elevator. 


You get off on the penthouse and head back to the room, where you find the door partially open. You enter slowly still not sure if this is part of another one of my sinister plots or if maintenance just forgot to close it…


You give the place a walk through and find the room empty…


Just then, you notice a man-sized lump in the middle of the master bed. "Bingo! I know I got him now!" You assume I am sleeping or at least trying to surprise you. You reach to pull the covers back, someone grabs you from behind. Right arm at your waist and left on your breast. In a fit of fear, you attempt to scream, but suddenly stop? Why? Is it because you can smell the cologne that you know I wear; or is it because the kiss that has just been forcefully applied to the back of your neck, reminds you of my kiss. 


Either way, at that moment, while still anxious, you begin to let your guard down, which is still risky seeing as you have not yet seen who was behind you.

The obviously aroused assailant, which you can tell by his hard and long dick, pressing against your ass, then pulls out a blindfold and wraps it around your eyes, while also asking you to stay calm so you don’t get hurt. Next your hands are tied, firmly with ribbon behind your back. The ruthless criminal kisses you passionately on the lips, seemingly sucking all the resistance and stress from the day out of your body. He takes your hand and places each finger around his shaft, which has come out of his pants. With your back to him, you stroke vigorously. almost as if you weren't being forced to do so. After feeling every inch and vein and curve of his completely solid shaft, you are surprised by what he says next. 


"What do you think you are doing?" "Is that supposed to feel good?" you timidly respond, "It doesn't feel good because you seem pretty hard?"


I laugh, (I mean he) laughs and drags you into the other room and sits you on the suede ottoman in middle of the living room. "Sit your ass down," he demands as he spreads your legs and rips your panties from your body, showing his brute force and focus on taking your pussy from you, only to extract the cum from it and give it back to you when he's ready. 

Your legs are spread wide and pussy lips already blossomed open showing a thin line of pussy juice dripping down the center like rain drops on a window pane. He then parts your vagina lips with his tongue and begins an assault of licks, sucks, and French kisses, that send your whole body into such a frenzy that you can’t help, but release your passion all over his face and chest.


Now seemingly interested, by your flood of juice, he rips your blouse off, taking care to send every innocent button flying across the floor. He grabs your waist, hands still bound and proceeds to detail your breasts and erect nipples in such a way, that you question all previous sexual experiences before him. He knows when to bite and how hard and he knows when to suck and how soft…Surprisingly enough, he also knows how to slide the head of his dick right up into the opening of your lady, without you even realizing it. 


Like a bull dozer busting through the walls of a dam…As he entered slowly, but forcefully she welcomed him in, covering him with a thick glaze of cum, juices and sweat (which by the way turned me on more…him I mean).

As he alternates between kissing your lips and nipples and neck while, now, deep stroking every inch inside you he then realized something hadn’t happened yet…”Pretty Girl…I want you to cum for me.” “I want to feel you contract every muscle in your body around me.” “I want you to masturbate with my dick until you can’t…” “Baby…Stop ttttalkin so much, I’m c-cumming right, now for the second time…Can’t you feel…it…Oh shit” you scream, as you break free from the hand tied ribbon and wrap your arms around my shoulders. 


“Wow,” you sigh, as you fall back on to the over sized ottoman…I say, "I’ll be right back," as you assume I am heading to the bathroom to clean off.


He quietly slips out, as you decide, after a couple of minutes, that the blind fold comes off, lol! 

You call my name, “Hurry up! I want you to cum too.” No response. That’s weird! You make your way to the bathroom, where you find a maintenance uniform that you pick up which reads…”Thorough Plumbing – We go as deep as your pipe will allow and always cause leaks…”

Under the hat on the counter is another note that reads…”I love you and To be continued…”