So, I'm in conversation with my dear friend Lady Closet Kink (who will be adding posts occasionally), and the subject of "The Head Pushers" comes up. Ironically enough, the subject matter can have a figurative and literal meaning pertaining to the same thing, head.
Now, I'm not shy about the fact that I like to give head (except the fact that this blog has NO connection to my real name, lol). If you go back a few posts, you can read about the nightmare I had about not being the best at it with my lover. In the opinions Lady Closet Kink and myself, the man who receives that is (very exclusively) lucky as HELL! Mainly because, we're damn good at it.
There are several fundamentals that we feel too many men need to know. So, in order to level the playing field here ya go:
Unless given prior consent, putting your hands in the hair of a black woman is a dangerous move.
If I want to do it, you'll know it...and I'll do it.
Asking for it is DOING THE MOST, and it's really not sexy at all.
If I don't give you head, I don't like you that much.
"...so if I don't like you that much and you're trying to be pushy, I might attack you...and not in a good way." - Lady Closet Kink....Women should reserve their right to catch an attitude when it comes to this. LOL
I know that it is extremely rare to find a mind reader, so my lover gets little signals from me to know just how badly I want him. There are of course different signals for different scenarios. Of course the subtle wink is always a cute one when out, about, and horny. It's playful and a "wait til I get you alone" expression. There's the bold, middle-of-the-day text telling him exactly what I want to do to him. When we actually get behind closed doors and shit is getting ready to get hot, I can't keep my mouth off of him. Sucking, licking, a lil biting everywhere EXCEPT where I really want to. Then, of course I does what I does...with HIM.
*Haha, you nasties please remember, I'm VERY picky about who my lover is because I care about my health and my sex drive. Also, because I want to be able to really have fun with my lover when we're together. *
*whispers* Psst, ladies...also, it's been my experience, that if you suck his dick good enough...he'll want to return the favor, no coaxing needed.
Ladies & Freaks (when I address you all as such ladies, you are one and the same.),
We have a new story that's been submitted to me. Enjoy!
"I really hate him."
That's what I keep telling myself, even as we drive back from spending a splendid evening with his lovely family. "I can't stand his charming, sexy, sweet, successful, doting, hung-like-a-stallion-and-fucks-like-one-too ass." Sounds like bullshit even to me. But it's necessary bullshit. 'Cause a man like that thinks he's irresistible, and if I were a lesser diva, he'd be right. However what's missing from that list is responsible. I'm grown; responsibility is important. So, "Why am I here?" you ask. I wish I had an answer.
Plunkplunk, plunkplunk--flat tire...GREAT. And of course Prince Charming, Captain Irresponsibility doesn't have a spare. Now, as we drive back to his lovely family, the flat tire plunkplunking annoyingly, the "I hate yous" become increasingly more believable. His brother puts us up in his man-cave. I take the pullout bed and Prince Charming takes the sofa.
Just as I'm falling asleep, I feel his presence. I open my eyes and before I can protest he shushes me. He leans over me. Not sure why, but I'm nervous. I start to protest again and he looks at me pleadingly. It's not a begging look, more earnest and desirous. Before I know it, he's slid into bed, on top of me. There goes that irresistible shit. He kisses me like it's the last time he ever will (knowing me, it could be), slides his hand under my tank-top and brushes across my nipple. I tremble and moan involuntarily. He nibbles on my earlobe and whispers "Keep it down". I reach down and caress the already dripping head of his member and me moans as he grinds against me. "You keep it down." I challenge him.
His hand continues south and slides inside me with ease. I whimper. He tugs at boyshorts. "You might wanna take off the D&Gs baby. They're soaked." He pulls them off and disappears under the covers. He lifts my legs over his shoulders and starts to taste my juices. First sampling delicately, then devouring voraciously. I'm damn near choking trying not to scream and he's loving every minute of it. The more I squirm, the tighter he grips my thighs, tattooing his name on me with his tongue. He doesn't stop until I've come twice. Then without warning he begins sliding his 9.5 inches inside of me. "OH MY GOD!" He lets slip more loudly than he should. My legs are still over his shoulders as he grips my waist with both hands and slow strokes me, literally taking my breath away. I can't hold it anymore, a third and fourth orgasm in rapid succession.
I can't keep quiet now, no matter how hard I try. He lets my legs fall to his waist, wraps one arm around my waist and clasps his free hand over my mouth. With his new found leverage, he picks up the pace. My body has completely succumb to him. I can't even muster the will to hold on to him as he pounds away primatively. He pulls his arm from beneath me and holds my legs up by pressing his forearm against my the back of my thighs and slips his middle and ring fingers into my mouth. He slows his pace and slow-strokes me again until we're both on the brink of orgasm. Then he pulls out and plunges back in several times. He presses his head right up against it, but doesn't enter, caresses it with his head, smiles at me, winks at me then dives all the way in. I bite down on his finger to stop from screaming and he hammers away as we both throb and explode in multiorgasmic pleasure.
Remember when you asked me why I was here if I hate him so much? I think we just found your answer.
Oo0o wee. How about THAT Ladies & Freaks? MMM good.
If you'd like to submit a story ANONYMOUSLY send it to me (name changes required): LadyLeFreak@gmail.com
I came upon a song last night that immediately made me strap on the ankle weights and get to dancing! Now, I don't like to share my dick ;-) But I will share this with y'all. You know I love ya, why would I keep this sexy lil secret? If this doesn't make you get a lil frisky, you made need help. Enjoy lovers!
See that...yes that, up there ^^^. It's about 1am and I'm feeling...well, I'm sure you can guess. ;-)
So dig the scene. Black lights, white outfits. All that sexy just about sits right on your face don't it?! Well, it's come to Lady La Freak's attention that black lights aren't expensive.
Here is a story that one of my friends has told me time and time again, so naturally I asked that it be written and contributed. Doesn't hurt that I have well versed friends! This story is all types of sexy. MMM Enjoy the overwhelming sexiness!
*Names have been changed (duh!)
"Damn, this thing is kinda heavy," I thought to myself. I'd been engaged for going on 72 hours, but today was my first day carting the 5 carats around.
When the late June sun came beaming through our bedroom window this morning, Leo was already out of bed. I put on his t-shirt and followed the smell of breakfast to the kitchen. Damn Leo looked good. 6 feet 3 inches of All-American Athlete--toasted caramel skin, not all the way dry from his shower, clad only in his heritage rich tattoos and a towel, buttering toast. "Breakfast, then the Field Museum?" Leo offered. I just nodded, smiled, and took a bite of toast, rendered speechless by how promising married life is looking.
Now, several hours and exhibits later, I couldn't help but notice the weight of the rock on my left hand. "Lunch?" I suggested. "Yeah, sushi?" He suggested back. I couldn't help but chuckle at the possible innuendo as I agreed. As we crossed the museum campus and reached the underpass there was a clap of thunder, a flash of lightning, and rain began to fall in sheets from the sky. "Shit." Leo said almost involuntarily. We both stood at the edge of the underpass. No one dared be out in the sudden storm. We were all alone under the the underpass. It seemed we were all alone in the world. Leo walked to the center of the underpass. "Come here." He beckoned. And of course, I obeyed. As soon as I was within arms reach, he pulled me into him. With our bodies pressed tightly together I could feel him rising against me. As the freaky possibilities rapidly occurred to him, he looked at me and grinned, "How fortuitous." "Really? You wanna play Scorpion King and the Sorceror here? Now?" I questioned as his he got a handful of ass and began nibbling on my earlobe, never bothering to answer.
He licked a trail from my earlobe to my neck, sucked passionately. He made his way to my bottom lip and we kissed. He picked me up and carried me to the wall, pressing me against it. Grinding against me, he was practically busting out of his shorts. Thunder clapped and lightening flashed. The rain continued to fall and showed no sign of letting up. I tugged at his belt, began undoing it as we kissed. I reached my hand into his boxers and wrapped my hand around his manhood, accidentally moaning at it's sheer girth."You know you play too much shorty." He breathed as I brushed the head gently with my thumb. "Ain't nobody playin'" I countered as I pushed him against the wall and we switched positions.
I lifted his shirt as I licked down his 8-pack and pulled "it" out. Now kneeling in front of him as he stands at full attention in front of me, I licked the tip, then looked up at him. He bit his lip to keep from smiling. "Swear to God you play too much." He growled as I took the head into my mouth, whirling my tongue around it. I started to take the shaft further into my mouth, down my throat. I even shocked myself as I maneuvered my tongue around his now throbbing member. I could taste his excitement and decided not to take him all the way to the limit. I moved further south, juggling the family jewels with my tongue. He was so close.
He started to stroke himself and I slapped his hand away. He pulled me back up for a kiss then started to working his way down my neck. He lifted my shirt up and worked his way from my abs to my nipples, my personal weak spot. He started to undo my pants and I stopped him. "We can't. Not all the way. Not here." He wrapped my hand around his piece as he kissed me again. "FUCK!" He yelled. "Let's go to the car." "It's still pouring." I argued. "So what, you're already wet." Leo teased as he pulled me out into the rain.
We ran to the car, clothes drenched. "Back seat." Leo instructed as we approached the truck. I'd barely closed the door as he began pulling at my pants. They were off quickly, and he reached for me, teasingly sliding in his thick middle finger. I moaned and pulled out his dick. I pushed him off of me and climbed on top of him. I put him inside of me and lowered myself onto him, taking him more deeply. I began to buck my hips and bounce on him with a steady rhythm. He began kissing me, pulled me closer to him with one arm and stabilized himself with the other arm as he slid down in his seat and started thrusting to match my rhythm. Still gripping me, he turned us over so that we were in missionary position. He looked down at his raw dick pounding primally into me. "I could get used to this married shit quick." Leo said breathlessly.
He placed his hand on the window for leverage as he hoisted one of my legs over his shoulder. I couldn't handle it anymore, 3 orgasms in rapid succession. "Shit baby. I'm finna cum." Leo moaned as he erupted, throbbing inside me. "Swear to god, I love you." Leo whispered simply because couldn't muster a full voice. "I love you too" I responded, "but maybe we should get outta here."
Alright ladies, we all know that we ALL like to feel sexy. Although I'm not an advocate for needing a man present to feel sexy, I am all about using your imagination. Now, I knoooow that there is that one guy you think of when you wanna, "get to sleep" by yourself. Yea, him. I don't know about you ladies, but I've always had an overactive imagination.
My imagination comes in handy on many occasions, I can't always act on what I want to do. My self respect is never up for grabs. So, in public, you will never see me acting in an unbecoming manner. When I get home however, is a different story.
Just now, I was listening to some mellow music and got a feeling. I was feeling sexy. So, I turned up the music and you know those new shoes, yes those...I put them on. I danced. On the floor, in the mirror, on the bed. My legs looked fantastic and my ass immaculate. Looked back at it and smirked to my damn self.
Feeling sexy...all alone. What a beautiful feeling.
You ever sit next to or just be in the vicinity of someone whose presence is so commanding that your pussy literally throbs, yes. That shit's happening, in the right now time frame!
Dig, I'm not going to act brash or crude or whatever... but my mind is running rampant and I'm reveling in the feeling of what's going on in my nether region. Plus, I've had a 24hour sexting run. So I've been revved and marinating for quite awhile.
I can't be the only one that loves shit like this....just the feeeeeling.
SO true RiRi! So true. Everyone has their limits, this much we know. BUT, how far are you willing to go to get there? Something to think about.
Lady La Freak certainly has a "thing" for being held down, restrained. She's already bossy by nature, so being told what to do in the right way can make it so The Nile has NOTHING on her.
Something about the frustration of wanting to, needing to touch him or move and NOT being able to adds to the experience.
Picture this, you're getting it, taking it...shit is all types of wonderful. All you want to do is drag your nails across his back, grip his ass, grab the sheets, bite his shoulder...but you can't. You can barely stand how good he's giving it to you, and you being the champ you are, he loves how well you're taking it. RIGHT BEFORE you've reached your "happy place" he releases your restraints.
Ladies, I know that its cute to be quaint. But I wonder, just how often you tell your man, "I'm feeling really sexy today and I can't wait for you to get home" or "I want you so bad, RIGHT NOW." Just because well, that's actually how you're feeling. Or did you want him to read your mind? How else will YOUR needs be met if you don't express them?? Exactly.
You know that we (ladies) love to receive the "baby, you're so sexy" compliment from our men. Uh, where's the reciprocation? If you feel like sucking his dick 'til the daylight (which is something I totally recommend with your trusted lover) , I don't know any man that:
A) wouldn't LOVE hearing that
B) would object.
I can personally say that I send sexy texts all the time. If I'm feeling frisky I want the cookie receiver to know!! The anticipation build up is enough to make me cum already, so imagine how ready I am when I finally get to my lover. Baaaaby! It's so real. So go ahead, tell him that freaky shit you've been thinking about. Then, GO!
