Have You REALLY Experienced The Best Orgasm EVER?!?

*This blog is going to have me remove the link from my email signature, lol. I'm going to get a lil personal to talk about orgasms and something I just found out; sharing information with you readers :)*

I was in a 7 year relationship with my sons Father and NEVER had an orgasm via penetration, only orally or through masturbation. YES, I faked it (52% of women regularly fake orgasms - only 17% are likely to have an orgasm during sexual intercourse, because the clitoris often is not stimulated enough by intercourse alone.) It wasn't until I was 22 and started dating this really amazing guy that I had my first orgasm from the cock, lol. He was VERY special to me and I believe that is why I indulged in such pleasure. Did I mention I'm extremely loud when I climax? Like damn near screaming bloody murder loud, lol. It sounds funny and nothing I can control, well I can but the orgasm sucks money balls if I don't scream. I actually encourage everyone to attempt the motion of yelling out a scream when coming, I PROMISE your orgasm will be 20 times better.

Moving forward, there have maybe been 4 men who have made me come, but again, I'm able to do so orally and by masturbating. So I start seeing this guy earlier this year and OH MY STARS, not only do I scream in the mist of coming but I LAUGH!! YES, I am laughing uncontrollably. He gets a kick out of it - I'm not even sure if he knows I've never experienced it before. It's not something I always do because I don't always come when we boink (*smiles*) but when I do I scream, laugh, I come 5 or 6 times :/. I cannot recall ever having someone make me come more than once if he is lucky to make me get there, lol. (43% of women report “some kind of sexual problem,” such as inability to achieve orgasm, boredom with sex, or total lack of interest in sex)

So today, after going to Mars & beyond recently (yes, the shit was out of this world), I decided to do some research on "laughing while coming". It is NOT uncommon at all - go figure. It is actually said to be a HARD orgasm, its the explosive release of intense emotion. Laughing, smiling, crying, or passing out right after orgasm are different ways the body displays its state of complete relaxation following the built-up tension of climax.

So if you're one of those laughing people, just know you're not alone and you are possibly getting a better sensation of pleasure than the every day person; you're coming harder. :) It is indeed a GIFT!! I'm not sure why others may experience but I know for a FACT why with him I experience it, I would say but its a secret, lol. Check out http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orgasm found out some pretty interesting things.

10 Signs That They're Not Really Into You

I originally titled this blog (He's really not that into you) but changed it because I felt that it was a two way street and that men and women alike do it. Feel free to comment or add to it. I'm not saying these are the only substantial factors but they are pretty good indicators of where you are headed w/who you perceive to be your significant other.

PRESS PLAY... fits well w/ the blog.




10 Signs That They're Not Really Into You

- They can't communicate with you on their own problems. People who can't communicate their own problems to you, will have a great deal of difficulty working through problems ya'll have together. If they really are into you they'll be able to tell you how they feel when they feel it, because you're worth it.

- You can reach them from everybody's phone number but your own

- Conversations of your goals and your life don't interest them, but conversations about your favorite sexual position have their undivided attention

- Everytime they come to see you they KEEP Forgetting that present they got you for your birthday that was a month ago

- they drape you in material things, but disregards the little things (like your little brother's name or your favorite candy) (they are just keeping your mouth full and your belly fed so you'll shut the hell up and stay off their back)

- they just don't like talking on the phone (if you are special, they'll make that exception)

- If they don't call you out on your bullshit and tell you when you are wrong, their not that into you (and if its a guy, hes weak, get away from him)

- If you have never chilled together while the sun's still up (either they're not that into you or the nigga is Dracula, PROTECT YOUR NECK)

- If your climax is not a priority nor turn on to them and if they don't give it 110 percent from the heart everytime ya'll are in the bedroom (or floor, or car, or shower... your choice), what are you wasting your time for you should be giving that opportunity to someone who deserves it (on the reverse if they do all these things the right way and you still dont get yours YOURE probably just not really into them).

(don't let the one you're with be half-assed)

Thought of the Day: Monday 06-02-08 Puzzle "Peace"

Some people are architects, but not even they have a blueprint for love. Do we know ourselves 100 percent? Should we before we commit ourselves to another? Yes to the second, only if you can say yes to the first. Its impossible to give your all to another if you dont know what your all is. If you are still searching for the true you, you will have a great deal of difficulty trying to show your companion how to find you. This is not a reason to lose hope; because, knowing yourself and being a complete person are two totally different things. Its ok to be imperfect b/c though you can aspire to be without flaws we will always fall short. Somewhere, out there, however there is someone that will fill the gaps where you have shortcomings, finish the thoughts when you cant quite find the words, someone whose hand fits perfectly into the grooves of your hand like a piece to a puzzle, our puzzle piece. We cant possibly know who they will be, what they will look like, because they could be anyone from the person you never speak to at school, to some stranger you havent met yet. There is someone out there for all of us to teach us, to learn from us, to complete us. A neat freak for the slob, a comedian for the straight shooter, a freak for the prude, a saint to guide the sinner (hopefully). And so we come full circle to my original point, love is chaotic, if it was ordinary and structured and easy, we wouldn't value it the way we as humans do. We can't map it out, because we don't know our destinations. We can, with eyes wide open, let the wind guide us and chance reveal its mysteries. (At least its pretty to think so.)

Thought of the day 5-30-08: A mini Chocolate Drop

play me as you read this:




*To the women out there that are screamin that there aren't any good black men ... you know in your heart that you're a damn lie. There just ain't no good men that meet all your qualifications. The nigga that you need might not be six feet, with six figures, a six pack, on twenty sixes, the ones you pass by might be the one that will listen to your ass seven days a week, till seven in the morning, about the seven different problems you tryin to deal with, and he might take the time out to love you seven hundred different ways. Don't limit yourself by the ideals you idolize and measure your own value by what material things a man can provide. Open yourself up to optimism and opportunity so that the superficial doesn't suppress your chance at true love. The only difference between an ordinary person and a genius is the way they allow themselves to see things. The next time opportunity knocks be smarter than the average bear.


*This message is not addressed to women in general, just the ones to whom it is referenced, and Niggas don't think you getting off that easy... You are next on the agenda. LOL!

Freestyle Erotica

I'm OFTEN asked if my stories are from experience - I reply no and of course they don't believe me. I seriously get my inspiration from people. I was going to post an old story up but I decided I'd freestyle a bit - but with a twist. I went on a Friend's site and snatched a picture - the picture represents the story I am about to write off the top of my head - showing the world, that I can indeed freestyle :). I like the Nas of this erotica story shit! Get off me, yo!!


Photo by Andrew Thomas

It seems lately you love your Old School Super Mario as much as you love me - today I had to urge to combine your two loves together. The smile on your face when you walked through the front door assured me this was indeed a gift you'd enjoy.

As you walked up to me, you cupped my face within your right hand - allowing me to stare straight up in your eyes as you looked down on me. Biting my bottom lip, I take my right hand and reach up to your waist and begin to unfasten your belt buckle - with your free hand you decided to help me out because you knew what was coming. Getting past the belt, the zipper and finally sliding your pants down to your knees, I take my tangled-in-nintendo cord left hand and slide my fingers into the pocket of your boxers to find the treasure my pussy has been yearning for all day. Leaning forward towards your frame, you thrust the fingers of your right hand through my hair as I lay the door mat out to welcome your love inside of my mouth. Wrapping my tongue around the tip of your dick and consuming the rest to reach the back of my throat, I allow the walls inside of my mouth to build up saliva as I glide you and out of my mouth. Gracefully, yet roughly, slurping the tip of your dick each time it reaches my lips, you moan with pleasure allowing me to know to keep doing it just like that.

After another 10 minutes of loving you with my tongue, you asked me to lay back on top of the TV. Doing as I was ordered, I grip the side of the TV and easily position myself with my back on the TV and legs spread apart with my feet touching the floor. Wrapping the control around my neck like a choker with my right hand, I began to squirm a tad as you looked down on me with your dick in your right hand. Slowly stroking the head of your dick, just watching me move my body around like a fish out of water turned you on. Standing in between my legs, you took your left hand and lifted my right leg on your shoulder - never stopping the self pleasure game you had going on with your dick. Doing the same with my right leg, I assisted you some and lifted both legs in the air and swung them slightly over my head - giving you a beautiful view of my fat pussy sitting plum and luscious in my bikini shorts. Kneeling down on your left knee and then your right, you stopped the strokes and tugged at your dick as you began sliding it over my shorts. You got so into it, I felt you slapping your dick on my clit. Grinding your hips as you got closer up on me, I heard a thump as you knocked over the game system that was leaning against the TV. I could see you in front of me stroking your dick again as you reached your left hand out to grab my right breast. Seductively fondling it, the multiple things you had going on turned me on so much I found myself reaching my left hand between my legs and rubbing Ms. Kitty.

As our moans filled the room, your breathing began to switch up some. Getting up from your knees to stand back up, you walked to the left of me, standing over me with my legs still in the air and touching myself, you pushed my legs back slightly and began tugging at your dick more rapidly. Crossing my ankles with my legs in the air and Nintendo cord sliding down my legs, I reached up to you with my free right hand, crossing over my body, and finding my way to your nut sack and cupping them in my hand. This position is not working, taking my right hand and attempting to massage your balls, I heard your voice get real deep as you said "I'm coming Baby" - quickly sitting up and putting my face to meet your fist ed hand, I opened my mouth, stuck my tongue out and licked the tip each time it came through the hole of your fist. Seconds went by before I felt your sticky icky icky on the tip of my lips - opening my mouth wider, I shoved your dick inside and slurped your dick like I was drinking an icee. Ummmmmm! Best Nintendo game ever, aye? :)

Press Play: A Chocolate Drop

(Song Playing) "Sometimes its soft as a misty Rain.." Slowly, rain drops flowed freely, in imperfect lines, down the Windshield of Jarron's car. The pounding of the downpour against the roof of the automobile, coupled with the blaring horns of anxious drivers and SWV's "Rain" on the radio were strangely calming. All day he fantasized about sitting in the silence of their living room and tasting the softness of Shauna's lips while being pleasantly trapped in the grip of her hungrily strong thighs. Something about the rain just made him desire to be inside, desire to be with her. "Rain down on me..."

Drenched by the relentless showers, Jarron's clothes were clinging to him, heavy and cold. The click of the lock giving way as Jarron inserted the key into the door signified to Shauna that her man was home and a rush of excitement went through her body. Turning the doorknob slowly and pushing forward, the refreshing scent of fresh linens, intermingled with the flickering glow of scented candles engaged Jarron's senses. He thought to himself "She can get it!" Shauna thought to herself "Oh he gone get it!"The last glimmers of the day were gone and there was only the night, the rain, and the music. (song playing) "Here we are all alone you and me.." Closing the door behind him, he dropped his suit coat to the floor. Shauna, in a black dress that could hardly hide her perfectly curved body, walked down the stairs to meet him. Before she could get to the bottom of the stairs to utter "Hello... or how was your day..." Jarron rushed her pinning her back and hands to the wall, and began kissing her as though he hungered, rather than desired her. She liked it. A wry smile curled over her lips as she kissed back biting his bottom lip, and feeling his wet shirt against her chest, his cold face against her lips. Sliding his hands slowly down from the underneath of her arms, to her sides, to her hips, underneath her dress, he lifted the dress just enough to reveal her black boy cut panties and the rise of her perfect ass. Kneeling before her he placed one of her legs on his shoulder, as he rubbed the front of her caramel thighs with his other hand. Gripping his cold, wet head she pulled his face forward. Jarron, gripping the underneath of her leg, began running his tongue along the inside of her thigh, getting closer and closer to her soft lips. She whispered "Kiss it, J" and he obliged... appreciating every second he could taste her.... "We can do it anywhere".

His tongue glided across the underside of her soft, damp pussy, parting the center of her femininity. With one hand She pressed his face against her pussy and his nose brushed gently against her swollen clit. With the other hand, she dug her nails into the smooth blackness of his shoulders. Chills ran throughout her body from her toes to her temples, as the heat from his lips and gifts of his tongue tortured her clit pleasantly. He placed both her legs on his shoulders as he continued to kneel before her, and she was suspended there her back against the wall with only Jarron's mouth and hands to hold her up. His Tongue flicked ferociously as she continued to moan and with a firm grip on both ass cheeks he squeezed as though he wanted to milk her for every drop she had. "So wet!" Jarron could barely get it out, overwhelmed by his woman's pleasant taste.

Without a word he stood her up and with a controlled violence he spun her around. He placed both her hands against the wall, and caressed her scalp, locks of her hair were trapped, intertwined in his fingertips. He pulled it softly exposing the caramel skin along the length of her neck to his lips. While tickling her clit with his left hand, he slid his tongue from the nape of her neck to her ear lobe. With his lips just close enough to brush against her ear when he spoke he asked "how bad do you want this dick". Without a word she reached down between her own drenched legs, and grabbed at his rock hard pipe. "MMM" she moaned as though this were her ideal meal, she squeezed three times, knowing what was in store. Jarron slid his left hand up to her lips and she began to suck his fingers. The taste of her self excited her even more. He grabbed his shaft and slid it along the underside of her pussy, with just a touch he was coated in her juices. Each time he moved his swollen head back and forth against her lips she let out soft, satisfied sighs, and sucked his fingers even harder.

He slowly began to penetrate her, descending inch by inch into exactly where she wanted him to be. Her pussy responded to the precision of his stroke with soft sounds of ectstasy, much like the sound that raindrops make as they become puddles. As sweat beads began to form along the small of her back, Jarron's thrusts became stronger, cutting into her like a surgeon's knife. Her walls squeezed tightly against his thick rod, and she could feel him, even in her stomach she felt his stroke.

Outside the thunder clapped as the rainstorm continued and it seemed as though his deep, animalistic pounding, strokes, came simultaneously with each hit. He crashed into her pussy over and over again, gripping her hips and pulling harder. Her juices splashed against his thighs overflowing like a river in the midst of a torrential downpour. His dick darted in and out of her and as she attempted to squeeze and throw it back against him she knew she was reaching her breaking point. Again he crashed against her like the thunder, and she was wet like the rain, and her pussy ached so good, and was so warm.

Her legs became weaker and it felt as though the only thing that was holding her up now was the fact that he was inside of her, and unable to withstand anymore her pussy began to release, squeezing and contorting itself, no longer under her control "FUCK J, I'm Cumming!" She dropped to her knees his cock deeper, still inside her pounding she reached back and grabbed his ass pushing him deeper inside, as hot jetstreams coated her walls and he let out a growling yell "AHHH! SHiT!" Each time his shaft throbbed she sensed his release. They felt like small, piercing, shots, inside her.

They laid there together silently and soaking, their naked bodies keeping each other warm. He continued to hold her closely, kissing the nape of her neck. Each kiss he teased her, tasting a small sample of her beauty, while the rain continued to pour. (song) (Now that we're done what are you thinking, body so soft...")