I need to get some...

Right now, all I can think of is getting laid, getting dicked down, getting my back twisted out. Sweating, throbbing, Filthy McNasty, earth shattering fucking. I currently have a healthy appetite for that right now if nothing else. (I damn sure ain't hungry at the moment) As they say, the more you get it, the more you want it. And I'm not getting it super often, but the rare occasions that I am getting my back twisted out, it just leaves me wanting more. I see every situation outside of my house feeling fully aroused and titillated.
The only thing I really miss about being involved with a full-time man, was the full time dick. I love having a man pretend he doesn't want it, him letting me restrain him, and take what I want, what is mine. And what is mine; is my orgasm.
For instance, being commanded to take what I want, or just allowed to wrap my hands around his neck and rock my way to a juicy climax, or rock him until he whispers he's about to cum, and then I climb down to make sure all he could reach was the edge, but I wouldn't let him fall over. Explaining to him that my nipples are like faucets and if you flick them enough with your tongue, she (the part of me that is really running things) will really ooze, so when I'm on top driving this man, he should be turning my faucets on.
My weakness, is being fucked. My weakness is being dominated, being screwed from behind, having two hand fulls of hair wrapped around his wrists and being handled like I'm in trouble, or like he's angry. Being able to feel every inch, being able to feel it from tip to balls.
And the quickest way to make me cum, is for the man to be fucking me reaching for his nut. I can hear it in his breathing, I can feel it in his stroke, he's going to bust. And the wilderness of his stroke, I can feel his aggression, I can feel the buildup, and that release its so violent that it's borderline evil. I can feel cold sweat dripping on my back, and then we collapse.
Again... I need to get laid.

"Ain't nobody knocked you up yet as fine as you are!?"

So... I really am sucking at this blogging thing. I'm just not motivated to be complex, or deep in thought. But I do want to talk about boys (eternally 15)

I love men, I love socializing with men, I love being around men, I love smelling men, cooking for men, and my favorite of all... TOUCHING MEN!!! I had the pleasure of accompanying a friend from way back (back in the day when I was young I'm not a kid anymore, but sometimes I wish that I was a kid again) on an evening out on the town this weekend; a man friend. Had a good time, and wondered how had I managed to loose touch with someone I really enjoyed hanging with. (Oh yeah, I was busy chasing ass...not my proudest moments) I was having this conversation with him, explaining to him that I prefer right now to keep everything simple, even my brain. I cannot endure anymore drama or stress, so I've simplified my friends, the men in my world, and even my brain. Hope I didn't sound as shallow as I felt... probably did.

But my interaction with men lately can be summed up very brief and succinct... on my back, or maybe even on all fours... but that's a different blog....or maybe it's in this one.
My maintenance man, hadn't seen him in over a month (don't travel that often anymore) during a recent visit, I discovered I may have caught a little bit of feelings for the ding-a-ling. (Money DOESN'T make me cum, dick does) I found myself feeling more apprehensive about being myself, nervous, talking way too much, and not sure if my breath smells good early in the morning. Simply laying next to him, sitting across from him, or simply walking in his door, made me break in a nervous sweat. Not a good sign when you're describing evenings with your booty buddy. (not my booty call, we plans in advance, sometimes weeks in advance) I feel like I could tell him, open up to him, express to him that I don't want to lose touch (oh yeah... moving to Houston!)

Another interesting observation... What is up with men thinking the ultimate compliment is to express the want to knock me up! I'm sorry... how is that okay? For me the ultimate compliment is something akin to "you look amazing today" or maybe even "I'd like to take you to dinner" or "You have a beautiful smile." But somehow offering me unwed-motherhood is not really complimentary... just saying.

Don't tell anybody but...

I think I may have lost interest in the ding-a-ling... I'm really scared that if I let somebody get it in that it will suck, and I don't want any more sucky (see bad, garbage, lame) partners. For men, I hear that good pussy is an experience, that a woman's enthusiasm can make up for mediocre skill... not so much for me or other women I think.
Come to think of it, I've lost my interest and zest for lots of other things. I used to blog constantly, I used to make social appointments with friends, and I used to cook new dishes. Now, not so much.
I'm not sure if not wanting to invite somebody to my sex room (see Ludacris and Trey Songz) has to do with I'd prefer to be fucking someone I have feelings for, or if I really just don't want to have any more bad sex. I had become accustomed to having my back twisted out by former fiance (now shit eating loser; can't leave that part out) and anything less I needed that to miss me. That isn't to say I haven't had my back twisted out since the break up (I used to use words like schism) because I have, even one time by somebody's husband (no I'm not a swinger, I didn't know he was married until his wife called me the next morning to tell me he was married). I also have what the old ladies call a maintenance man... he makes me believe there is hope. He makes me want to fix him breakfast (grits, eggs, bacon, toast...and I'll squeeze this ninja some O.J.).
But le...sigh; I don't see him being my wifey, and I am okay with that (besides, I found out his last name by reading a tattoo on his back) so maybe we aren't meant to be, but he's fun for right now.
You want to know what else I'm tired of... dudes throwing the dick at me who have no skills, no game or any type of swagger that makes me want to do anything more than walk away. And lately... I've been way too generous with my affections and times on some of these dudes who really do suck. And that's not to say I'm looking for some man whore, I'm just saying farting while we are cuddling is not okay... and it is not foreplay Sir!