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.

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!

I left my brain on the floor next to my panties...

I've been officially single since December... and it took a while for me to feel comfortable enough to be physically vulnerable with anybody else... I tried about a month after my break up, but I felt bad and like crying during before, during, and after because that part of me was very much still connected to my ex. Its not that the person I was with wasn't someone I wasn't familiar with, he was a part of my past, and always gracious and generous, but I just remember clenching up everything and hoping and wishing he would go home so fast...

Months later... spring has arrived, my joy is back and my body and mind belong solely to me and I'm ready to try again. For the past month or so I've been spending time with a new friend. When I first met him all I saw was the pretty chocolate eyes surrounded by thick curly eyelashes and how cute his round face was with cute dimples... and I was instantly attracted to him. I sat with him in the corner, chopping it up, and finally relinquished my number in exchange for his... and it's been physical kismet ever since.

I wasn't sure why, but a few weeks later, seeing him out I just whispered in his ear "I want to come home with you." and it was a wrap. In short... in the morning I wanted him to be my baby's mama.

I'm curious how to know how he fount out how to make me pull out my own hair? He just makes me feel like making him a sammich. (see bread, turkey, miracle whip, cheese, lettuce and some potato chips if you were confused) How did he know that I like to giggle, even during these moments with him, where he's got me caught in laughter and in bliss, and yet my brain is seeping out of my ear's at the same time. This weekend it was funny voices yelling at me, commanding me, and guiding me, as I was man handled.

Speaking of this weekend, this weekend he turned my brains into jello... I was on the floor shaking not wanting to be touched because it was too intense. My brain literally oozed out of my ears onto the floor and laid in a puddle. And in the morning... I couldn't even coerce my brains to get back into the ear they fell out of. Before the weekend was out I requested another dose, and just kept thinking I want to buy him a short set...(see Beyonce's "Suga Mama") Again, another morning where I found that my brains had not made it home with me.

It's not just the physical... it's the little buddy ship that's budding, we laugh a lot, and he lets me come up with the silliest ideas and he goes for them. We've started this dick for a day project, and basically I've created a list of things I would do if I had a dick for day, since we all know that is not possible... he will do the things on my list. Thus far my list includes; slapping a girl on the face with it, slapping it against my thighs, busting a nut in a frying pan, ringing a door bell with it, using it to locate countries on a map, and using it as a pointer in a power point presentation. And he was game for all of them.

And the really interesting part is he didn't even hesitate, and he mostly just chuckled, and co-signed... I've met my match.