When words collide

I write and read erotica. I watch porn. I drink. So, let me tell you a story that may or may not be true.

One sunny weekend in Florida, a writer had a little too much to drink. And around that same time, she got a text message from a guy who she may have been toying with. Definitely toying with. He has a big dick but doesn’t know how to use it. He has nice thick lips, but ain’t ever ate a lick of pussy.

When a certain writer gets bored or needs content, she plays with him. Wrong. Yes, but some of us date for content because love bites.

Well,  he said “You don’t want me the way I want you.”

She sighed as she read the text. She doesn’t want him at all, to be honest. Been there, done that, was very bored afterwards.

So, she replied like this: I do want you. I want you bent over I want to stick my strap on in your ass. Do you want me the way I want you? 

Of course he was not feeling that! He went all, you sent that to the wrong person. She said, nah, I sent it to the right person.

Then he went all homophobic. I don’t know who you’ve dealt with before, but I don’t take nothing in my ass. I hope you are playing if not and you totally serious we need to part ways. And you need to find a bi or gay dude.

Yeah, because we were together. I mean, we went out three times. He’s always talking about how broke he is and he doesn’t even have his on place to live. See why said writer can’t take him seriously.  So, the writer says K.

If you’re a tester, you know K is the reply you send when you have no fucks left to give. Then he texts again. Call me.

Why? What could we have to talk about?  He’s mad. He’s super mad with a red cape tied around his neck.

A few weeks pass and the writer wonders. Is he still mad?

She asks, because she has Writer’s Block.

His reply launched this post. Writer’s Block be damned.

I mean, I haven’t thought about it, I was just offended that you came at me like that. I don’t hate you.

Really bitch?

A drunken fantasy made you think about hating this writer? I just be damned. He acts as if he was sexually assaulted.

He acts as if he didn’t tell this writer he wanted to tie her up and fuck her.  But when a woman says it, it’s wrong. Get over yourself.

Why is it OK for male fantasies to be played out in porn, in media and when one writer sends a text, this boring motherfucker wants to hate.

Yep, it’s going in a book.

No Sex and The Queen City: There will be a test

Over on my sister blog, Sublime Satisfaction, they have been talking about the lack of love in our hometown, Charlotte.

Technically, I don’t live in Charlotte, I live in Matthews — a little town that is a stone’s throw from the “big city.”

So, I spend a lot of time in Charlotte looking for a suitable man to bed, I mean date. Even erotica authors want more than just sex all the time. However, I’m finding that most men simply want pussy.

No relationship. No friendship. Just. Pussy.

Don’t get me wrong, women want sex just as much as men and a woman of my age (over 30, that’s all you need to know) is at her sexual peak. Like the top of Mount Everest.

But I’m all about safe sex. This guy that I met about six months ago could have gotten the ride of his life, but he had an issue when I suggested that we get tested before having sex.

That was the only red flag I needed. I told him that we could’ve gone to the health department and get the tests for free. He said no.

I told him he had the option of going to his regular doctor. He said no.

I’m not going to beg anyone to do a damned thing. So, when he called after telling me no twice, I didn’t answer. He sent a text. I didn’t reply. He even sent a picture of his penis — I wasn’t impressed and I didn’t reply.

Here’s the thing, the need to come doesn’t override the need to be protected. If a man can take the time to get tested for sexually transmitted diseases, he can never ever slide between my thighs.

 

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Valentine’s Day, it’s just for pussy — says Joe Regular

If Joe Regular* sends you roses on Valentine’s Day, you’d better be ready to give him some pussy when the sun goes down.

Joe Regular, not his real name of course, is a guy who doesn’t believe in a lot of romance. And if you’re the woman he’s seeing this Valentine’s day, those roses and Dollar Store chocolates come with a g-string attached.

“If I send a woman flowers, then she’d better thank me Valentine’s night. That’s the only reason I’m sending flowers or taking her out to dinner.”

So, you want a call girl?

“I’m not saying that. But Valentine’s Day is expensive. And if you can’t get any on Valentine’s night then there is something wrong with you. If I buy you something, I expect to kill it. I want to be cherished.”

What kind of gift do you want for Valentine’s Day?

“Sex. That’s all I want. Don’t give me cologne or chocolate. I want sex. Raw, nasty, thank you sex. You shouldn’t have to wait for Valentine’s Day to show love any way.”

Do you send flowers to your girl regularly?

“No. I don’t do that. So, when I send them on Valentine’s Day, she better appreciate it and the sex had better be on point.”

Do you only have sex once a year? What’s so special about Valentine’s Day sex?

“You women go harder on Valentine’s Day. If it takes some roses to make that happen, then hey, I’ll send them.”

Joe Regular and I used to date. And for the record, this cheap fucker never, ever gave me roses. And I never, ever sucked his dick.

Kill him with. . .pussy?

If you want to kill your husband by tricking him into eating your pussy, maybe you ought to choose an odorless poison –Crazy Wife in Brazil.

A woman took sex as a weapon too far when she lured her husband to her while her cooch was laced with poison, the UK’s Mirror reports.

A woman is being sued by her husband for allegedly trying to kill him by putting poison in her genitals and then asking him to perform oral sex.

The Brazilian wife is accused of planting a toxic substance on her genitals before luring her husband to bed.

Reports in the South American country suggest he was ready and willing, and only escaped death because he noticed a strange smell.

The curious husband then took his wife to hospital in Sao Jose do Rito Preto to find out the cause of the unusual odour.

The alleged attempt on his life was exposed when tests on his wife discovered traces of a poisonous substance down below.

Now, I’m all for withholding sex from a lying, cheating asshole or to get what you want. It’s not the most mature way to act as woman, but it works. *Kanye Shrug.*

But what was this lady thinking? Poison? Down there? She could’ve watched a Snapped Marathon and found a better way to rid herself of the unwanted husband. I wonder what she thinks he did to her to deserve that. Did she want him to go with a smile on his face? She could’ve poisoned his food or shot him. Better yet, bitch get a divorce. Damn!

It’s hard enough to get a man to eat your pussy as it is. Now, some asshole will point to this story after you’ve given him head and swallowed his load. Thanks, crazy lady.

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Studies show that 39%-72% of people fantasize about sexual bondage.

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This is an un-edited excerpt from my first novella, In The Basement, coming later this summer.

 

“Look into the camera, honey,” the smooth voice cooed.

The honey brown beauty turned to the video camera across the room and smiled. She rubbed her hands across her ample breasts until her nipples hardened like diamonds.

“That’s it,” the voice said. “Stick your finger in your pussy so I can see how wet it is. Just one finger.”  She followed the directive, plunging her index finger inside her wet folds of flesh.

“Pull it out,” the voice ordered. “Stick it in your mouth and tell me how it tastes.”

She slipped her finger out of her honey pot then licked the cream from it. Her bright brown eyes looking directly into the camera. She didn’t feel a presence behind her. She had no idea that the hand around her neck wouldn’t bring…

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