Butt naked with a beeper on LOL

Gotta love Erykah Badu

Sex and Art: Tasteful Nudes

I love the curves of a woman's body, here are a few pictures from a collection of sites. Enjoy :)

Links:
Images 1 and 2
Image 3
Images 4, 5, and 6

I could look at nudies for hours and hours. Its not a perverse thing (lol, I know...this is me talking) but idk, I just see something so beautiful in the lines of the body :)



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Imagination...

*Side-note* This poem was not written by me. One of my friends PM'd it to me the other day and asked if I would put it on my blog. Read it, leave some feedback, tell us what you think. Thanks :)

Have you ever used you sexual imagination?
No.
Okay, How about you use it with me.

So close your eyes...tell me then show me what are some of the things you would do to me.
He starts kissing on me from my forehead, to my neck, and back to my cheek.
I'm slowly walking behind him making my way to the bed.
He lightly pushes me down lifts one of my legs and dives right into giving me head.
Both of my hands grabbing on the sheets and pulling them off of the bed.

I try to speak...
He shhh's me and tells me not to say a peep.
He's got me biting my bottom lip because god knows I wanna scream.
In a few minutes I'm at my peak, but he stops me.
Tells me I'm not getting off that easily.
I'm moaning and begging saying daddy please.
He puts both legs over his shoulders and starts slowly grinding into me.

I start talking shit and say is that all that you can do to me?
The look that goes across his face looks like he had just heard the devil speak.
Out of nowhere he started going into me so deep.
Has my back so arched it looked like an upside down V.
He looks in my eyes and says are you going to continue talkin shit to me??
I tell him I won't until you tell me who owns this pussy.
Daddy Make me scream.

He got my body flipping positions.
Doing things that would be in a book called Karma Sutra: The Special Edition.
Sweat dripping everywhere.
Has this room feeling like 100 degrees but outside is a cold chill in the air.
His mind is going sexually crazy.
Got me sucking on his lollipop like it was one I use to get from the little old lady.

Both of us feel like we on a high but not on drugs just off that we fuckin vibe.
Tonight it was just him and I.
Got me doing things I thought I would never do.
Speaking in languages that have me thinking in the back of my mind where the hell I learn that too.
I whisper in his ear, trust me tonight your balls will not be turning blue.
That's a promise he told me he would keep me to it too.
These vibes are true.

As soon as we about to bust ours nuts...
I gotta wake him up...

Baby....
Baby...
Wake up.
Your time is up.

I see you let your imagination run away that was between us
He wakes up with a shocked look on his face, while he tries to huff and puff.

Guess that's what happens when you have a sexual imagination dream about us...


*Side-note* Who would have guessed that the author (who wishes to remain anonymous *side-eye*) is a virgin. awwwww.

*had to take a lil hiatus*

but im back :)

Sorry ya'll. The juices stopped flowin for a minute, but i'm going to try to crank a few out here momentarily.

Code Red! Code Red! Code Red!

My current...uh...monthly status has put me in a little bit of a predicament. Why is it that when Aunt Flo (aka red vag) comes to visit niggas want to give me the side eye when I tell them I'm ready? First of all, a lil uterus blood never hurt anybody. Get your mind right and surrender the peen. Please and thank you.

Top 5 reasons why I feel that I should be able to fuck when that time of the month comes:

5. I'm horny dammit!!

4. It's wetter...even though that is not necessary for me :)

3. The mess is not an issue, so you cannot use that excuse. Give me a towel and some wet wipes and we're set.

2. I suck your dick year round, the LEAST you can do is give me some nookie when I need it. Jeezus!

1. I'm not on some Edward/Bella type shit. I'm not asking you to drink my blood, you do not have to eat the coo. Just wiggle your peen in it a lil bit.

With that being said, I need to go call my freaky deeky peen one more time and try to convince him that bloody cooch is good for the soul...and my temper :)

ha. Becky?

I mean...I dont want to toot my own horn but toot toot :) natually talented. I got that fye *double woot*

Worst. Experience. Ever.

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Caught Trying To Get A Nut

*okay, i have to admit some laziness on this one, lmao. I posted this on a message board I frequent...and just copied and pasted. oh fuckin well*

I ALWAYS get caught trying to get a nut.

I remember my mother caught me trying to get the coo one time, she opened the door while i was tryna get got, stood there looking shocked, and then said my WHOLE govt name before she asked me what the fuck i was doing. That shit was beyond embarrassing. I thought she was gonna fall out. But she just closed the door and hasn't mentioned anything about it since, lol.

another time when i was wayyyyyyyyyy young i was fooling around with my kindergarten bff (who is now an 19 yr old, sexually confused hoe with 2 kids and the clap) we weren't in kg when it happened tho lol. my mother and my sister walked in on us one night. I guess she heard noise and was coming in to tell us to go to sleep or something. anyways, we were playing a game where we would both close our eyes and then we'd take turns placing the other's hand where we wanted them to touch. we were lying in my bed naked when my mother and sister suddenly opened the door. she told me to get my ass up, i remember standing up with my panties around my ankles trying to explain it. talmbout they slid down while i was sleep LOL. that was a long time ago, so i dont remember what happened after that.


thennnn...a few months ago when i was still at college, i was majorly orgasm deprived. The boo at that time just WAS NOT hittin it right. talkin bout he caught back spasms nd sh*t...but only after he got his nut. hmph. Anyways, i had my roomies schedule down pat, so after she went to class i KNEW she wouldnt be back for another 2.5 hours. so i waited for a 1/2 hour, locked the door and started watching the gay thugs go at it <--- yes, i get my nut to gay thugs, and what??!?! lol. i was almossssst about to have an earth shattering, ceiling squirting orasm when i hear this bitch's key turn in the motherfuckin lock. im panicing, about to sh*t my pants. i had .392 seconds to shut off my porn, close my computer, and TRY to put on my pants. it didnt work, lmao. this hoe was and HOUR and a half early. I covered my ass with a blanket and pretended like i was sleep while she flipped on the light and sat on her bed (which was directly across from mine and only 2 feet away..small ass room. i'll include some pics at the end of this post. hmph.) meanwhile, i was under my covers damn near ass naked. i had to pretend i was sleep for 2 hours before she left the room and i could put some clothes on. i never did get that nut. :(




I have plenty more...i try to get a nut at LEAST twice a day, and here at my mothers house, the lock on my door doesnt work and nobody knows how to fuckin knock.

other than that, the rest are mostly from my cheating escapades, so i deserved it.



so many memories. sigh.

here's that image of my dorm room i said i was going to include. It was so embarrassing lmao. literally two feet from each other.

*deleted for privacy purposes :)*

Sorry. Wrong Number.

ha.

Trouble. I wasn't just looking for it, I was asking for it...and one night it answered. Or i did.

It was straight out of a scary movie, or a romance novel...only there was no happy ending. Freshman year of college. Major: Stupidity 101. Minor: Hoe behavior.

The screen on my phone flashes brightly, i glance down and, not recognizing the number, press ignore. Then it rings again. And again. And Again. At this point im pretty fucking annoyed. I want whoever it is to stop calling, so I answer.

"who is this?"
"what do u mean who is this? nigga u just called MY phone 50 million times"
"my bad shawty, u aint answer the first time"


long pause....


"Um...so..."
"Sorry, uh...lemme holla at Trish"
"Trish? Sorry, wrong number."
"Oh."

click.


Now...normal people would have just left it at that. But i am obviously not one of the people. So when he called back again...and again...and again, I answered...again, and again, and again. He told me he liked the sound of my voice, and if that deep country drawl of his hadn't made me wet from the very first time I heard it, I wouldn't have given him the time of day. But it did...and I did. He was spittin mad game. Talmbout how it was fate and shit. Of course I got suspicious, but the hoe in me told my logical side to shut the fuck up...and it did.

Fast forward a few days.


Its dark...maybe 3 or 4am. Im driving. I am not nervous or afraid. I should be. I pull into an unpaved driveway surrounded by nothing...woods. A nigga is standing outside in a white tee and some sleep pants. I cut the engine. Cut the lights. He comes up to the window. I see him for the first time. Darkskin, cornrows, the prettiest black eyes I have ever seen, trimmed facial hair, fit, barely taller than me. I get out of my car, leaving my phone behind.

We make a little bit of small talk as he walks me to his "house". And I use that term loosely because it was tiny. One room, the majority of which was taken up by his big ass bed. We sit on the couch and I instantly feel comfortable. I dont know why...four days before I had never heard this nigga before, hell...four MINUTES ago and I had never even seen the nigga. We talk for a while, maybe an hour or so. Eventually we start drinking. That erk and jerk fucked me up that night. And I knew better, shit...I was drunk off my ass off the E&J when I lost my virginity. At that point in my life I didnt really care though...about anything. I knew what I was doing was dangerous, hell...he could have easily killed me that night and NO ONE would have known. I know it was stupid. Eh.

I was fucked up. Fuckin swervin and shit. Of course he told me to go lay down, he didnt want me driving back drunk *rolls eyes*. I was drunk but I knew what was coming. Hell...i would have been disappointed and probably mad as hell if it didnt happen. It was 4 in the morning so I was clearly late night creepin. He knew i was looking for ass, I knew he was looking for ass...and that's exactly what he got.

He gave me one of his shirts to sleep in so I would be more comfortable. I went in the bathroom to change and I remember looking at myself in the mirror. I had this goofy ass smile on my face. Lookin a damn mess...a cute mess, but a mess nonetheless. Smdh. When I came out of the bathroom I had his white tee on...and nothing else.

*cough* okay so this next part is pretty damn explicit. To sum it up, we do the do...if you dont want the nitty gritty, i suggest you dont read it.

I slip in bed beside him. I'm laying on my stomach and I can feel the warmth of his breath on my cheek. I was thinking about how gooooood it felt to cuddle when he asked when the last time I had a massage was *insert eyeroll*. I mumbled something incoherently and he started rubbing my back. My face. My hair. As I started drifting off to sleep he flipped me over and continued with his "massage". Slipping his fingers under the edge of my shirt, his hands caressed my stomach briefly before making contact with my nipples. I was barely aware, I was just...there. He moved in between my legs, grinding. He took my nipple in his mouth, sucking...hard. My hands were on the back of his head, gripping his braids. He moved up, kissing me everywhere. Sucking on my lips, my tongue, my neck, as his hands continued to knead my breasts. I was soooo gone.

His lips returned to my nipple and his hand drifted down, covering my pussy....his finger rapidly rubbing on my clit. We were breathing hard. I started to grind on him, our bodies in perfect sync. My fingers curled around his dick. Hard. Soft. Throbbing in my hand. Perfect. I kept rubbing it, jacking it. Moans filled the room...his or mine, i dont know. I was in ecstasy.

He whispered in my ear..."you wanna see it?". My hand still on his dick as he stood. I managed to rasp out "I wanna see it. I.Want.It." He took his pants off, and it gets a little hazy after that. He got on top of me slid his dick in and out...in...and....out. It felt so good. My hands grasped the bars of the headboard behind me as he manipulated my legs. Heavy breathing. Moaning. Legs splayed, over his shoulders, clutched around him, my knees against my chest. Slowly pumping, slowly grinding...then faster, faster...faster. He flipped me on my stomach.

"Bring that ass up, bring that ass up, bring that fuckin ass up". My hands clutched the pillows in front of me and my knees dug into the matress. Harder. Faster. Harder. The only sounds in the room were the moans emanating from our lips, the wet sound of sex, the grinding of our bodies pressing together, and the slapping of the headboard against the wall. He flipped me over, told me not to run from the dick. I gripped the bars behind my head tightly. My legs wrapped around his. Harder. Faster. Harder. He was shaking, I was shaking. He was cumming, I was cumming. We climaxed together and I almost passed the fuck out. He said, "Whatever you need, whatever you fuckin need..." right before collapsing on top of me.

Still wearing his white tee (sort of) I pushed him aside, grabbed my clothes, the rest of the bottle of E&J on my way out, and bounced.

We talked after that, he wanted a relationship...clearly not realizing that he was just A. Drunken. One. Night. Stand. I started pushing ignore after a few days for reason I choose not to mention in this blog. But not before I cussed him out and handed his ass to him a few times.



Fast-forward a few months...

"Hey...its been a minute, u been dodging my calls?"

brief pause on my end...








"Sorry, wrong number."