Married Male Friends....

I have a few married male friends. I've known them before they were married and a couple after they were married. Some of their wives I've met and know fairly well, while others remain a mystery. I get random text, forwarded silly e-mails and/or called when they want to hang out. And though these guys are handsome, successful in their careers and like to have a good time. I've never been intimate with any of them and don't want them in any way. They're just my boys...we're cool and I have no issue with our friendships. And so, as with your boys/girls....I just so happen to know their dirt. Yep, about their girlfriends/mistresses and or jump-offs. I realize the conflict in it all, but I'd rather not get involved....

But here is my issue. They love their wives. Their wives are beautiful, successful in their careers or happy homemakers, care for them and their children and have no intention of ever divorcing them. So why do they cheat on them? Why do they have their girlfriends/mistresses and jump-offs? Why do they love them but don't like them...hence why they don't hang out with them????? It perplexes me. Even more so, I'm more than confidant that the wives are fully aware of their husbands activities. Why is it acceptable?

One friend told me that as soon as he married (I'll call her Jane) that Jane changed. Jane had once been fun. He said Jane use to hang out and was a lot more spontaneous. I argued for her and explained, it's not so easy when Jane is the one taking care of the children. He stated, that she complains about not getting out or having fun anymore, but when given numerous opportunities. She denies them. I left that one alone because I don't know all those details. While another friend said, once he married (I'll call her Sally) Sally stopped having sex with him. I tried to argue again saying that her schedule was hectic and he was not helpful. He expressed trying to to help as well as getting her help i.e a maid or nanny and she declined. So, again not knowing all the details I backed outta that argument as well.

However, my final questions always change the tone of the conversation....Why cheat and stay married. Why does he put her through that? And in the cases that she knows-why does she stay? The only answers that are somewhat rational...she looks good on paper, it's cheaper to keep her and keeping the family together. So, I leave it alone. The man rationale is warped!!!!! My answer, they want their cake and eat it to with ice-cream on the side. All which causes tooth decay and halitosis of the mouth=BS!!!!!

But in the back of my mind, I can only think of who's reaping the benefits...hanging out at cool hott spots, eating at amazing restaurants, go places that the wife declined, and getting the married life with out being married.... IS THAT WRONG???

Who's Counting?

I counted three, three times that I cursed when it was really good. But he had no idea and then later asked, "Oh was that when you were like SHIT? Oh, OK?" WTF!!! I remember when he cared. I remembered when it was and there were no questions asked-just sleep. And now it's "Oh". Am I more focused on and concerned about me now. Do I have our whole session clocked down to a 't'? HMMMM, I wonder, I'm so distracted.

Men are so funny, they want to act like they are putting in so00 much but then two, three days later he has that dumb look and asks... 'Did you cum the other night?" Is he serious? During the whole session he seemed to be working so hard talking so much shit... "Yeah, baby Take that, take that"-like he's P Diddy and "Yeah, you like how daddy gives it to you huh?" While after about 10-20 minutes I'm thinking, I just wish you'd finish. I've been there twice and back. When will you get here?

And is it still necessary to actually say out loud... "I'm cumming"? I suppose for him it is. Who is he telling? And why does he want them to know? But do women? Do we really scream out, in delight the actual words of "I'm cumming?" Is it necessary? Is it so he knows (or thinks) mission accomplished? OR are we still faking when we do and don't? Man, it's just way too much to think about...damn it. I just want to obtain my bliss however many times and hope he can or does keep up with me. I mean, for real...isn't that what we all want?

I love men....

It's something about a tall dark chocolate BALD man that gets my juices flowing. I love rubbing his head and in our most intimate moments together, kissing it so softly that it does something for us both. And the cutie batootie light skin babes with the tight beijing fades-it wasn't just the 80's. Then there's those muy caliente dread men, that make me take a double take. I love grabbing them like reins and making him submit to my needs. When they lightly graze my back drives me crazy!!! And oh my, the swag of those bad boy tattooed Latino boys. EYYYYYYY Papi. He can talk all the shit he wants in Spanish as long as it ends in mi amor!!! And I won't forget my clean cut sensual Brad Pitt look-a-like honeys. They seem to be so passionate. But I bet behind closed doors, we're making movies.

Don't get me wrong, the hard working nice athletic build and muscular body type is pretty hott too. They look like they put in work. I visualize them fixing ANYTHING broken in my house. Oh, minus the butt crack. And then the sexy Athletes...football, basketball, baseball men....TOUCH DOWN!!!!! And only if Tiger knew *growl*.

And when a man loves a woman...Chivalry is not dead! The compassion, romance, the want and need to protect, support, provide and build a life with you is an amazing thing. He tells you daily how much he loves you and is in love with, how beautiful you are, how much he needs and wants you. He doesn't wait for a holiday to express his love. He respects, trust and communicates with you. He commits to you and only you...

And then I woke up

DAMN DREAMS

Oral Pleasure

What is it about oral pleasure that women enjoy soo much? And what determines if it's actually good. I've not always been a big fan of it, but have experienced some exceptional opportunities of receiving.

I found myself comparing abilities...

While one was able to spell words with his tongue ever so gently in, on and around the area and then kissed the lips as if they were the ones I use to kiss with. I noted that he was the best. He enjoyed it as much as I did.

However! Another was able to pay such detail to the area that matters most-flickering his tongue so quickly that I was sure he would get a cramp. He also licked and kissed places that only few go. And even more exciting than the use of toys, he added a few techniques that made me whimper in delight. I then noted and memorized that he in fact was the bestess. He not only enjoyed it but loved and loves providing such pleasure.

I've thought back to others. What had happen to those mad oral pleasure givers? They too performed satisfactory work but didn't maintain a lasting memory of the occasions. Maybe it was the lack of detail and focus. Maybe the thought that toooo much toooo fast and when we squirm meant we liked it, was a turn on for them. Or maybe they just had no idea what they were doing.


HMMMMM, But for the real men of pleasure, I say stand up and take a bow! I just have to ask....What makes them want to be the best at what they do? Where do they learn these maneuvers and techniques? Is there a class for others to take? Because I know some who may want to enroll.

Ladies, I suppose if we enjoy it and want it done right we're gonna have to tell them. But maybe, just maybe....the majority of them have taken that "oral pleasure class"

Is it just the Sex?

What makes you stay in a relationship? What makes you continue to have sex with someone. What happens when the emotional piece of the relationship is gone but you continue to have sex with the person because.... yeah, you don't know.

That's it, I'm done. because I don't know why....

Cougar?!

I'm told everyday how young I look. People often assume my children are my siblings and yep, I get carded every single time I purchase alcohol. I've gotten use to it. It's a wonderful gift and blessing to have great genes. So, I guess though I'm closer to 40 than 20 anything...its safe to say that I'm grown and sexy. But the good can also be a curse.

Since I was young I've always dated older men. I should've stuck with older men...my ex-husband was my age and we're divorced. But since my divorce, I've noticed a rise in attention from younger men. It started with just a few (3-5) years younger than me. Then somehow I found myself meeting much younger (10-12 years) men. What was going on? Each of them were college educated and graduated, sucessful in their carreers and they didn't look that young at all. How would I have known? I didn't meet them in any place that young guys would hang out. It was odd.

But I've found that my attraction to them didn't and doesn't last. Though great in bed, I found myself bored with communication/subject matter and life experince limitations. So, would I really be considered a cougar? I don't look for them, they find me and then I don't keep them. Cougars, find their prey and attack....

HMMMM, maybe I'm more like a deer...they leave their fawn when they think something is wrong with it. LOL. But that's so not sexy....I'm gonna think of my sexy animal. LMAO!!!

How Many?

Do any of us know how many sex partners we've had? Does anyone keep count? Do any of us care? I actually do know my number and keep count. You gotta keep count (if you can't at least the majority of them)....COOTIES!!!! I'm afraid of cooties....but anyway.

Why do men ask that of their girlfriends? What does knowing the answer do or mean to them? Why does it matter? Men only want to hear that his girlfriend has only had sex with...their child/drens father and himself-LMAO!!!) So silly. But they can and could have had sex with hundreds of women and it's ok. Why is that ok? Because he needed more sexual partners for experience-to be better for who?

What about virgins and people who practice celibacy? I think both scenarios are a beautiful thing. But does the partner always appreciate the act? Can the partner reciprocate and or appreciate the true meaning behind virginity and celibacy.

0-100, does the number matter? Is is quality over quantity?
Who's counting?

Love vs. In Love

A friend of mine posted on their Facebook wall a question about love vs. in love....is it fleeting, when do yo know, and bla, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. So a few things bothered me about the post. What was the real motivation? To get attention from someone in particular? (You know I hear facebook is the new match.com) Why ask the FB fam (as some call it) Or maybe it was to really get an answer.

So the responses (from MANY past, current and future suiters) came in. They were sweet and all mushy-from woman and men. But honestly, do we still need to ask others about love, who we love and why we love them? What does asking anyone do? Regardless of the answer we are gonna do what the hell we want. Love happens and we have no control over it.

I think what annoyed me most,were some of the hidden agendas in the responses. Well, I didn't provide my comment...I didn't want to seem jaded on the subject. Funny, the person actually called and text me asking did I read the post and asked what I thought and why I hadn't commented. Dude, I'm not a doctor...I just play one on TV.

The Good Good

I've been told I have the "Good Good" on more than 1-2 occasions. My gynecologist has also told me I have a very clean vagina-text book perfect pussy (It seemed very inappropriate, but I giggled inside). But is that really a compliment. DAMN Skippy....But which compliment matters most?

What makes the good good "Good Good"? So, I've heard...it's the way it taste, the way it smells, and of course how it feels-when he's inside its cozy the vaginal walls/canal is not to long, not too short, and never to big. It can squeeze and pulsate a little during the process. Also, how wet it is and gets is imperative and then the bonus...if it's HOT. Yes, like temperature Hot (I guess 98.6 degrees? Or is it hotter down there? Anyway) Oh yeah and you can't just lay there during... Hmmm OK. Interesting litmus test. But by those standards, I think every woman thinks they have the good good.

And for this reason, is why the doctors compliment matters most. The doctor is a trained professional on vagina's! The smell or the lack there of, the amount of cells that creates the wetness and if everything is functioning properly is the most important statement someone can say about my "Good Good". Taste nor the ability to do anything with it doesn't matter if the vagina has cooties.

There is no woman out there that doesn't think her good good isn't "Good", "Great", the most fantastic in the world. And because men know that, no-one goodies is like another....is why he cheats, can't commit, and or wants three-somes and polyamory relationships. But once he realizes that he has found a woman that does have the "Good Good", it will bring him home at night, keep him home at night.

So why am I single again? Oh yeah....he didn't have the Good GoodS!

Who Does he Think he Is?

Every once in awhile, I get fortunate enough to get a weekend all to myself. The kids go with their dad. No children, no mommy responsibilities, just me. Moms love those types of days/weekends. When those fortunate weekends occur, I use to travel (another blog for another day). But this weekend, I stayed in the area and spent quality time with me and found time for a guy friend...

At the end of the movie, we hugged and said our pleasantries of goodbye. It was still a little early, so I thought I'd invite him back for a drink.

PAUSE!!!!

Yep, when were my children coming home? So, I called one of them.
"Hey, what time will you guys be home?"
"Oh hey, mommy. We're already home. Hold on daddy wants to talk to you"

IN SLOW MOTION....

"WHAT!? Why the hell is he still at my house?!" Drop the kids off and go!!!

"What's up? Where you at? What you cook for dinner? I'ma get me a drink. Oh, cute shoes. What you get from Vickie's?"

FREEZE!!!

Why was he there? Why was he was going through my cabinets and refrigerator. Why was he in my room looking at my new shoes :)(You know shoes makes me happy) I've bought. He found a Victoria's Secrets bag and proceeded to go through it. He then asked who I was wearing my sexy little (and I mean little) number for and various other questions.

Unpause...

It took a lot of energy not to really curse him out. Cursing him out would only prolong his stay and mess up my plans for my nightcap. I politely asked him to leave and to be gone by the time I got home. I made up some reason why I was completely annoyed with him and didn't have the energy to fight with him when I got home. He didn't want that battle, he left. But the audacity....

END SCENE....

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