Does The Man Or Woman Do The Most Work In Bed?

I want to get your perspective on this. Who do you think puts in the most work?There is not one answer to this because it all depends on what you are doing between the sheets. If a couple is prone to just doing the missionary position I would probably say the man is doing most of the work,even though a woman can be very active in that position. I have had conversations with many men who feel that they are doing most of the work in that position because a lot (not all) women tend to just lay there.

On the flip side (no pun intended) if the woman is on top most time in a cowgirl or reverse cowgirl position she is more prone to be doing most of the work, even though a man can be very active from the bottom as well.

Of course there are many other positions and fetishes that can be done in bed, it just depends on what you are doing in bed and what you are into to determine the balance of the workload.

Lastly, the work can extend outside of the bed in creating an ambiance for if you are into any role-play activities; if so you may want to keep that in mind as well when you are having this debate. Some situations can take a lot of thought, time, and effort.

At the end of day you both should be concerned on pleasing each other rather than being concerned with who is doing most of the work.

ASSume Everything When Dealing With A Man!

I just read a tweet by comedian Kevin Hart that said if a man licks a woman's asshole, he's in love. Why did this little line of 'knowledge' strike my intellect? You should already know from reading some of my previous blogs, where my mind lives most of the damn time.
I've had one person, I think, to lick my ass. It scared the hell out of me because I had never had it done. I knew he was a freak and I knew he was kinda digging me, but damn, the ass licking. When it happened, it happened! I was shocked, amazed, cautious, and turned on all at the same damn time. The gentleman had skills, girls....yes he did. Afterwords, I thought..did he just lick my ass? Yes, he did just lick my ass and licked it good. It was so out of the ordinary for our usual 'sex games' we played that I would often find myself from time to time thinking about that shit. We never spoke on it. I cant remember if he ever asked me if I liked it, I'm thinking he did? But, the most strangest thing about is was that I often wondered why he did it. I knew he was a freak...extreme freak. And I loved it! But damn, ass-licking? Like I said, I knew he was digging me in a deep way and I was into him also. At the time the ass encounter occured, I knew there was nothing we wouldn't do for each other. But his tongue having direct contact with my asshole was amazing and mind-blowing. It was almost like he was saying,'Baby, if I'll go as far as to lick your ass, I'll stand by you and be there for you no matter what.' And I knew this was something he hadn't done more than twice because we never did it again. And trust, we did everything when it came to fucking. I mean EVERYTHING!!
I hadn't thought about it in years until I read the tweet. So,women, do you think it's true? Men, what about you? Would you guys actually lick the ass of a woman you were so into that you would go above and beyond pleasing her in every way? At the time I didn't know what I had. I'd hit the jackpot of love and barely recognized it. Although I knew he loved me and was definitely in love with me, I never knew it went that deep, and his tongue either. LOL
Now, I sit here and all I can think about is that tongue lashing my ass got that night! Damn, I need to call him. Wait. I'm in a relationship. But...oh well, squash that! I don't cheat on my men. But one fuck up on my 6'8er's part, and I'm returning to my passionate tongue flicker. Would it be that easy? You'd better believe it would. I talk to him at least 3 times a week and we have a history. A history and a love that I don't think I could ever find with another man in this life time.
Oooooh, Lawd....thank God for Twitter and Kevin Hart!! #thatisall

In My Dreams

I had a dream last night. No, just any dream. This was about a certain ex of mine. Yes! We've had a lot of good times in the past and I was deeply in love with him. Our sex was intense..off the chain. No other man has ever made me feel like he did, sexually. In my dreams, it was he and I just kicking it and having a good time. Then we started having a discussion about the past. He remembered how I use to 'do' him. Usually, when out conversations come to this point, I am ready to scream and slap the shit out him. But, in my dream, we continued with it. Memories can fuck a person up! Especially if you're on good terms with the person who helped create those memories.
Anyway, we talked and laughed and drank some more. The one particular thing about us is that we both know where to go with each other to get better results. Honestly! And of course, he's younger than I am. That's my flavor!! A young, viril, big-dicked, muscle bound, cute paper-sack brown/light-skinned young buck who can fuck me long time, make my legs shake and cause me to have multiple orgasms that could compete with the most powerful volcano in Hawaii!! He did all that!! As the dream went on, I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter. I licked my lips and thought about how I missed giving him head!! His dick was 10 inches strong and when I met him, I could tell that little girls he had been involved with hadn't done the work they should have!! A damn shame. My dick sucking techniques as well as my sex altogether is better than any twenty-something little girl could ever master. To me, sex is business....and I'm always about my business!!
We kissed and hugged each other, knowing where this was going. I began to moan and lick his ear. I caressed his chest, the way he liked it to be done. See, with us, he knew what turned me on and I knew what turned him on. We were always in tune with one another's body. And if not, we would talk about it and then perfect the situation! LOL.
As our foreplay grew more intense, his dick got harder. Let me just say, at 43, I have seen many a dicks, but his, when I first layed eyes on that speciman, it was glorious and I loved the way he blessed me with it over and over again. I anticipated the multiple orgasms I would have with him and and the way he would breathe down my neck as he hit it from the back. No other man has ever been as gentle with me when it came to good love-making. I consider he and I both sexual artists. Anyway, the session came to an end, with promises of a few more. Our deep love for one another will never die. It's unspoken, but our hearts will never let it go. He knows and I know. See, when we have sex sessions, it's not just about fucking; it's about the love we shared, the laughs, the late night talks....everything in a nutshell. Almost like the 'total package'. You only get one or two special ppl in your life when it comes to love. Don't let anybody fool you with this knowledge. There will neer be 5 or 6 and beyond special men in my life. When I love, I love hard and I was most definitely bonafide in love with him, probably always will be, a little bit. But, there's nothing wrong with that, nothing!! Whenever I start missing him and what we had sexually, mentally, and emotionally, I know I can search for him in my dreams and he'll be there. Faithfully. No one can take that from either of us.

Fantasia - Truth Is

This song echoes my feelings for three very important men in my life over the years...one being my best-friend from the previous blog. I never knew what I had until it was gone!! More to come from Part II of A Love Lost...Maybe in the near future! Enjoy the video and the trip down memory lane, yall!!

A Love Lost....Maybe

Had a phone call from an old friend/lover today. It was quite surprising, but very interesting. He and I met 5 years ago in the month of May as a matter of fact in Memphis, Tn at Ryan's on Riverdale. I was leaving another guy's house, decided to stop and grab a bite to eat and the rest, as the say, is history. I loved his 'swag' from the first time I watched him walk as he approached my table. Did I think he wascoming to strike up a conversation? No way!! He smiled as he approached me and said, "How are you doing Ms. Lady? Are you eating alone, and if so, why does your man allow that?" I told him I had no man and was actually bringing closure to a relationship that had long since been over. TMI? I know, I know. Anyway, we started getting acquainted as much as we could over our buffet meal. We ended up exchanging numbers with me thinking nothing was gonna come of this because I knew for myself that I had not made such a great impression and was really, honestly trying not to. I had had it with Memphis men, although they are my 'flavor'.
I drove the 68 mile trek home, kinda, sorta thinking about my new admirer and wanting not to remember a sour past with the other guy. As I made it safely across the bridge, I instantly went back into my old routine of getting my life back in order; making sure my one-year old was well taken care of while I was gone, as well as, checking on my 3 year old's well-being. I settled down on my sofa and began grading papers and getting lesson plan together for the next week. Being a high-schol special education teacher is no joke!! So much paperwork! Almost to the minute I put away my finished 'project', my cell rings. It was him! I couldn't believe this man had actually called. He was sweet, with a slow, southern drawl and very well versed in seducing a woman. We became very good friends that night and never looked back since. That is until. I decided to get back in touch with the my daughter's father. After two years, my friend knew EVERYTHING that had transpired between me and my 'babydaddy' in Memphis. In fact, he knows so much, he can write the damn biography I will eventually pen! After tell him about my wanting my one-year old daugher to know her father, he flew through the roof and ranted and raved about how could I even contemplate letting that fool back into my life after the bullshit he had done. All the lies, all the many, many nights I had spent crying about him to my best-friend, which was this new guy. I felt bad, but I thought he of all people would
understand that you just can't fall in love with someone and simply walk away...no matter what that person does/did to you. He knew how I felt about my ex and that I needed closure. He refused to understand and the shit hit the fan. As a result, I lost my best-friend, my lover, my condidant, my ally. He was all that to me. Wesupposted each other, through thick and thin. I couldn't understand why he was getting so damn bent out of shape about an issue he knew was inevitable. I had listened to his entire love life and never turned my back on him when he made decisions I thought were bad ones or dated trifling ass Memphis chicks who didn't want anything out of life, including a productive man with a good ass Fed-Ex job!! They couldn't see his value as a person, as a man, as a Black man. I did. Always had. Regardless, I was there for him; like I thought he should have been there for me. Yes, we were lovers..had been intimate on a few occasions, but we were best-friends first. He left me, turned his back on me. He said I had made the most stupidest mistake I could have ever made. He actually questioned my 4.0gpa in college. LOL! That was 2007. We tried to hold on to our friendship..what was left of it anyway. Our conversations were less and less. I missed talking to him on the phone all night until we both snored in the other's ear. I missed him coming to see me or me going to Memphis to see him...just because. But, I stuck to my guns when it came to my daughter's happiness. I think at first, I even started resenting my 'babydaddy' for being back in my in my life, and the man I wanted there left due to his being in my life again. I was going through pure hell.
My best-friend and I even had sex one more time in 2008. Nothing. It didn't help matters any. In fact, it only made me feel worse. I even told my 'babydaddy' about it. Of course, him being a trifling nigger and trying to get something out of the new found 'relationship' between he and I, only shrugged his shoulders and said, "fuck that nigga. He can't stop me from seeing you or my baby." Typical. I had really fucked up this time. Things got really bad between us. My female associates in my hometown got involved, because I, being an arrogant ass, introduced him to two of them....letting him know that he could not do this to me and he could move the fuck on. Both females told me it wouldn't work between he and they because all he ever did was talk about me to them. I didn't know it was that deep. Honestly!! I found out through them that my best-friend, my lover, my daughter's god-father, my confidant, my ace-boon coon was in love with me.

The Beginning of the Beginning

2001 is a year that Chloe will never forget. So many things had happened within six months time!! She was a Special Education High School teacher, had two kids who were growing up fast, a grandmother whom she adored, living the single life and was loving it. Then, came DeVante'.But that wasn't all. August 25, 2001 was that day singer Aaliyah died in an airplane crash on her way back to the states from the Bahamas. She had just finished making the video for her new song, "Rock The Boat". Chloe and DeVante' sat in his car in awe that night as the radio dj announced the tragic news. This girl was at the prime of her life, had a great future in the music business, was a beautiful young black sister and now her life is over!!
It was then, Chloe decided that nothing mattered when it came to her living her life. God had blessed her with 34 years, some were bad, but she made it through all the bullshit in her life so far. She was feeling really grateful for all the things she had in her life. She was especially grateful that it finally looked as if God had sent her a man who could and would love her for who she was and one who listened to her every thought. It didn't matter that he was 13 years younger than she and that everybody was against their relationship. All she cared about was living her life. Working at the school, taking care of her two teen-agers, making sure they had the fliest gear, driving her red GrandAm and loving DeVante'.
Not only had the tragic news about Aaliyah affected her, but now, her grandmother was sick. At first, everyone just shrugged it off because everyone knew Ms.Flossie Singleton NEVER got sick enough to go the hospital. She was 92 and had the endurance of a 21 year old. Chloe was always amazed at how she struggled to keep up with her grandmother whenever they would walk through Wal-Mart!! The thought of ever losing her grandmother would just be devastating!! Ms. Flossie was the REAL matriarch of the Singleton family. Everyone of her grandchildren, great-grand, and great-great grand depended on her. She made sure of that. She would often stress how much she wanted them all to grow up, but in reality, she loved being needed. As Chloe walked into the house after DeVante' left that early morning, she could hear her grandmother calling her name. "Chloe. Is that you?' her grandmother asked.
"Yeah, grandma, it's me." Chloe responded.
"It's past three in the morning. You'd better be careful about being out so late with a man you don't know anything about. Especially a Memphis man." her grandmother warned.
Chloe smiled and shook her head. "Okay, grandma, okay. He's cool though. He's not like most men. We had a good time tonight and I think we'll being seeing a lot more of each other."
There was silence from her grandmother's bedroom. She had spoken and that was gospel. Ms. Flossie always warned her grand daughter of "city slickers". These were men who came from any city that was bigger than West Memphis or Jonesboro, AR.
"They'll take you off and kill you and nobody won't know where you at!" she would say. I don't think she ever had significant proof or knew of anyone personally this had happened to.
Chloe walked to the couch to rest. It had been a long, good night. She really liked DeVante', but it meant absolutely nothing. She was having a good time. As she pondered about her current situation, her daughter Bethany walked into the room.
"Mama, you had a good time?" she asked
"Yes, baby, Mama had a really good time. Did you hear about Aaliyah?"
Bethany dropped her head, "Yeah, I was sitting here watching MTV when they ran it across the screen. I can't believe it."
"It's kinda hard to deal with, but God knows best." Chloe assured her daughter.
Bethany was 15 years old and very mature for her age. She always had been.
Chloe remembered when she first found out she was pregnant with Bethany. At first, she was elated, then sad, then excited, then mad, then overjoyed all in one. She had prayed to God for a little baby girl. Chloe was an only child,which is another thing she and DeVante' had in common, and wanted someone to love. She knew she would be an excellent mother to her first born. She would make sure that Bethany would have all the things she had and more. Her prayers were answered in March of 1986 when her beautiful baby girl entered into the world. Nothing could or would ever compare to that experience. Bethany was her companion, her "road-dog", her best friend, her life. Trey, her son, was the joy of her life, too. He was born in 1991 in February. He came into the world being spoiled by her mother and grandmother. Anything that had to be done concerning Trey, they took care of it. She loved her children equally and was very proud of them. They both were A/B students and had been on the Honor Roll at school on many occasions. Yep, Chloe's life was together. Although she didnt have it all, she had enough to make her happy.
As Chloe and Bethany continued to talk, the phone rang. Who could be calling this time of morning. It was around 4 a.m. Chloe looked down at the caller ID. It was DeVante'! Oh, how sweet, Chloe thought, he's thinking about me. She smiled as she answered the phone.
"Hello"
"Hey, it's me, DeVante'" he replied.
"Yeah, I know. I have caller ID." Chloe laughed. He was so naive at times.
" I just called to talk to you before I get home. I'm still on the highway. I was thinking about you and the good time we had. Did you enjoy yourself?"
Chloe was impressed with this young tenderoni. He had more manners than the last four guys she had dated. Really.
"Yes, I had a wonderful time. You are a very sweet person." Chloe said.
" Thank you, I try to be. So, what did you enjoy about tonight, if I may ask?" Devante' said, fishing for compliments.
"Well, I really enjoyed the way you were enjoying yourself. I think you're cute and it's really cute how innocent you are. I have to remember you're 21."
"Why do you have to remember that? Is it because I'm more mature that guys my age or something? What about the sex? Did you enjoy that?"
" Oh, very much so. I've never had sex with a younger man. It was an experience, but you were the perfect gentleman, thank you" Chloe blushed as she thought about how he had made love to her a few hours earlier. " I just hope I was everything you needed me to be"
" Man, what? I really enjoyed it. I think I'm going to love having sex with you. Not to be disrespectful or anything, but I am hoping it happens again."
Chloe thought for awhile and smiled. This young man was very much into her and she was him; regardless of how much she didn't want to admit it. He made her felt unlike any other man she had ever known and he was only 21 years old. Throwing caution to the wind, and thinking she would only have this one chance she responded.
"I would love to see you again, Devante'. Just tell me when and we'll set up something.
This was on a Saturday night, early Sunday morning. Monday, the two of them talked all night. Tuesday, Devante was in Arkansas, ready to continue his pursuit of happiness with this older woman. This was a whirlwind affair in which neither party knew what he outcome would be and didn't care for that matter. All they knew is how the felt at that present moment. Devante was digging on her and Chloe was infatuated with him. That is all.

Dickology...It Aint The Damn Motion Of The Ocean

Now, I sincerely hope I don't step on any toes when I say any brother that approaches me with a sexual proposition...talking...no bragging about what he's gonna to do sexually with me once he gets me into the bed; better come correct. What I mean by that is I don't do SMALL dicks! Point blank, there it is. And there it is again!! It could be because I am a big girl, or it could be the freak in me. Once I became sexually liberated and experienced, I no longer wanted to be bedded down by someone whose penis size wasn't at least compatible to my damn shoe size. A size 9!! What the fuck am I suppose to do with a 4 inch dick? My six year old's dick is 4 inches!! Get the fuck out of here!! And then to top it off, guys are always proclaiming that they'll 'put it one me' How u going to do that...with ur friend's dick? Cause you, my friend aint working with shit!! I mean how am I suppose to ride that or even give you head. I'll think I'm sucking on my damn pinky finger. Get the fuck out of here!! LOL. Younger women, inexperienced women, women who have been 'stuck' with one man their whole damn life, would probably say they are sexually happy and that 6 inch dick brother who is calling himself laying pipe to her ass is satisfying her completely. A damn lie!! Ladies if you are currently caught in some bullshit with the man you are currently fucking and makes u think that his little 'package' is all you need, I advise you to reconsider. Cheat? Hell no. I'll never condone that, but don't get stuck like chuck either. Men are already possessive and want the woman to think that any free time she has belongs to him. To devote yourself to a man and then to get a small dicking down just aint right!!
I feel sorry for my sistas who have not experienced a REAL dick. 'It's not the size, it's the motion of the ocean'. Who's damn ocean? Cause it definitely aint mine!! If I spend all my time getting ready for a date, being taken out to dinner and a movie, and I'm really digging this guy....he better not come up SHORT!! He expects me to 'deliver', I expect the same damn thing. I'm talking to all my sexually liberated women who have been delivered from the Small Dick Syndrome. Doesn't it feel good to be in a relationship.....whether it's a fucking relationship or a committed relationship; and know that you have found yourself the total package? Uh,hm. I remember those days!! I never wanted to to end. I think that's why I chose to stay single, although I'm in my forties. What independent woman wants to put up with a brother and all his trifling ways, possibly cheating on you, and getting no good dick from him? He could have at least one damn thing working for his ass. I'm just saying!!
Once I hit my thirties, I felt the sexual tension I've been experiencing heighten to a new level. What I mean is no man can hold me down if he aint working with nothing. Do I sound like I'm man bashing. Far from it...it's more like dick bashing. I've had run ins with guys who were fine as hell, but their sex wasn't shit. I like a man who can rise to the occasion, stand at least 9 1/2 inches strong, rock hard and can direct that good dick directly to my pussy. I detest a brother who has to hold his dick to guide it to the vagina. This irritates the fuck out of me. I want a man who's in control..from the conversation to the sex. I've had some who were up to the job, I must admit. That's my attraction to Memphis men. Call them what u want, but hose m*****f*****s are the SHIT in bed!! I've only ran across one who couldn't fuck even if you gave him a porn to watch and their giving step by step instructions. When it cam to fucking....well when it came to fucking me...he was in SPECIAL ED!!
There is too much to prepare for when getting ready to 'kick it' with someone special or someone who is gonna give you the 'redlight special to feel like your time has been wasted. Dickology...that art of loving and mastering good dick.
No, but seriously ladies, I love my black men and would be willing to possibly work with him on some things...even to the point of being in between jobs, but at night, when it's time for that good loving..please,baby, come correct. I'm beginning to think that's why some brothers are timid around me. It's not the fact they are not attracted to big girls, oh no. It's the fact that are intimidated by me...an independent black woman who asks their asses for NOTHING and when they try to come with 'game' telling me how they're going to rock my world, I challenge them. Don't come telling me you a damn freak and when I flip the script on your ass, you run scared. I'm a big freak...for the right brother...and don't care who knows it!! It's my damn perogative..right Bobby!! Well, my little lesson has ended for now. More to come later. But don't forget the word..DICKOLOGY. If he's not working with nothing; that's exactly what he gets....NOTHING!! Dueces!!

Desiring Always Never To End Love

When I think of my sex, I think of an R. Kelly song. It's almost like he had a personal experience of fucking me when he recorded, 'Greatest Sex'! I mean, I'm not trying to blow my own horn, but shit..wait, yes I am. Sometimes sex can be a deterrence for what you really need from a man and don't know how to tell him. You know like more communication, more foreplay, more cuddling when the sex is all over. Holding on tight to him while he's inside going deeper and deeper is our way of holding on to the love we sometimes we wish he would give us before and after sex. Now don't get it twisted. I never said you don't feel some kind of love from him, it's just that, as women, we tend to love harder than men do. Unless the man is just a damn punk ass, weak nigger!! Thinking on this has reminded me of how my BD ( baby daddy once again ) met. It was on the chatline and we were going back and forth trading sexual comments over the phone. As you know, he is 13 years younger than me, and I guess he was calling himself challenging an older woman or quizzing me as to how much knowledge of freaky sex I had. When I told his ass I would have him speaking in tongues like a church member during revival, he nearly jumped through the phone. Then he asked if I sucked dick, in which I replied yes. Anyway, to make a long story short, we came together on a sexual note. I was interested in his sex, and he was mine. When I first started talking to him later that morning, I had no idea where this thing would lead us. I didn't have the slightest idea I would meet him, let alone fuck him! We went clubbing with my cousin and her fiance. Smoked a few blunts, drank some Grey Goose and got comfortable with each other. From the first time I say him, I knew I was getting myself into some trouble. You see, when we talked on the phone he described himself as a Jagged Edge twin looking, braided hair, 5'10 brother with caramel skin. Wet my appetite. At that time, I was an avid Jagged Edge twins fan.I wanted those boys so bad, I could literally see myself taking a trip to the ATL for a desired hookup.
Of course the sex was so fire that he continued to come back. We saw each other every other day. You have to remember this boy lived in Tennessee and I lived in Arkansas. He would come of a Tuesday, after I got off work. We would spend the rest of the day together; talking, laughing, drinking and enjoying each other's company. He would have to be at work at Fed-Ex by 11:00 and would leave at the last minute and head back to Tennessee! It was at this time I realized how much he was feeling me. The weekends were off the chain. All the attention was one me. Nothing mattered when it came to him. I had two teen-agers, a fire ass job and a thick body to die for. And to top it all off, I had a very nice looking young man who constantly wanted to be with me and fuck the shit out of me on a regular basis!
When I first laid eyes on his dick, I was amazed. It was beautiful!! A wonderful peanut butter brown and it stood at attention as soon as he released it from his boxers. Damn! I thought to myself, all that for me. He was a good 10 inches and confident. Just what I needed after being involved with an old ass forty-something year old who couldn't fuck. As he approached the bed, my heart stared beating faster and faster. This young boy was actually getting ready to fuck me long time!! If he concentrated on other things in the room, he could have heard my heartbeat. When he laid on top of me, his cologne captured me. He was wearing Curve and I was mezmorized. He looked into my eyes and smiled as he entered me slowly. My pussy was already wet and dripping from the anticipation of this good dick. As he entered me, I moaned and spread my legs further apart, wanting him to have proper access to all I wanted to give him. We rocked and rocked in a rhythmic motion, getting familiar with each other's bodies, enjoying this first experience that we know we would never get back. First impression is a motherfucker and he was impressing the hell out of me. I never wanted this night to end.
As we drove to my house, we were both silent. I don't know what he was thinking,but I was thinking we had shared a wonderful fire ass night together and it was what it was. So what if we never saw each other again...at least I would have this night to remember. As if he could hear what I was thinking, he turned and looked at me and asked when would we see each other again. I was quite shocked that he asked me that. Quite frankly I didn't think he would be interested in pursuing this little 'fling'. He was 13 years my junior and I'm pretty sure he had all the young pussy he could handle in Tennessee. I wasn't dumb. As he pulled into my driveway, I told him we could kick it whenever he wanted and was available. He knew my work schedule and I knew his. We talked for awhile, which was one thing I really admired about him. He was a wonderful listener and talker. He was much older in wisdom and intelligence that he was in age. That was a major attraction for me. As we continued talking, an announcement came over the radio station from Memphis..K97. His voice was quite unnoticeable at first, but when he repeated it, I heard him loud and clear, "Singer Aaliyah has died in a plane crash at the age of 22." And then there was silence.

Loving and Being Loved By DeVante'

As the relationship continued to develop between DeVante' and Chloe, they were starting to experience the ups and downs of being involved. Chloe had already questioned DeVante' about Nadia (the little young chick in college ) and he denied, denied, denied. Whenever they would have conversations about her, he would just say he use to date her, and they both decided that a relationship wouldn't be a good thing since she was going away to school.
Meantime, the sex was 'off the chain'. Chloe had never experienced sex on this level. Nor had she ever come across a guy who was the 'total package!' DeVante' was young, but he had it going on in the intellectual, sex, and emotional categories. He listened intently to Chloe and they both were there for each other giving advice. By now, it was no secret that DeVante's mother did not like Chloe, partly do to her being an older woman, and partly because she was domineering and was use to people jumping when she ordered.
"What's up with your mama?' Chloe asked DeVante' one day. "Does she know about me? Has she asked anything about us?"
"Yeah, she knows about us." DeVante' stampered to answer. The silence was so thick,you could cut it with a knife.
"Well, to me it seems as though she's tripping about nothing. You are a grown ass man. You are able to do what the fuck you want to do and who you want to do it with."
DeVante' hesitated and then replied. "Well, actually, I've never stayed away from home all night and she's not use to that. You're the first woman I've ever spent the night with after sex."
Chloe looked at him. She couldn't believe this bullshit. What had she gotten herself into? An overbearing mother and a young man who didn't know how to put her in her place. First of all, why in the fuck was he still living at home? But the most important question in this situation was, and she was getting ready to lay it all out in front of DeVante' once and for all, was the fact that his mama was now calling Chloe's house, questioning her as to what was going on between DeVante and her while DeVante' visited every weekend? Not wanting to be disrespectful, but the bitch had some nerve!! The last time Chloe had checked, DeVante's dick was as big as any older man she had fucked and he was driving a car, not riding a tricycle.
"DeVante', I didn't want to say anything about this, but it's getting to the point now what it's racking my nerves." Chloe started
"What's up?" DeVante asked, looking puzzled.
"Your mama's been calling my house! Why in the fuck is she calling my house, DeVante'? How did she get my number?"
"She's been calling your house?" he asked. "What the fuck would she be calling your house for? And the only way she could have gotten your number was by going through my phone when I'm sleep?"
"I don't know. You ask her before she gets her fucking feelings hurt. I'm a grown ass woman. There's no need for her to be questioning me about what the fuck goes on between you and me! You better put her ass in check, or I will." Chloe was upset now.
"Okay, Okay. I will talk to her. I promise."
By this time, Chloe had made up in her mind that she was definitely leaving this young thing alone. His irresponsibility was beginning to show and this was a situation she didn't have to involve herself in. DeVante's mama was overstepping her fucking boundaries and before she'd let the situation escalate, she would just walk the fuck away. Afterall, he was just a fuck, right? A young fuck at that. So what if he laughed at her jokes, cried with her when she cried, and they both shared common music interests? Enough was enough! Just when she was about to tell DeVante' it was over, he leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.
"Are you mad at me? You know I love you right?" DeVante smiled.
"You love me? In three months, you love me? DeVante', look. I..."
Chloe's words were interrupted by DeVante's hand lifting her skirt and sliding ever so gently between her legs and rubbing her thighs. His fingers continued the path until he found her wetness. The softest place on Earth is what he always called it. Chloe didn't even try to resist. This was the man who had showed her good loving and she didn't want to miss out on the next chapter of fire ass fucking. DeVante' stopped for a minute, looked Chloe in her eyes and it was all she wrote.
Chloe was thinking to herself and feeling the aching between her thighs that only DeVante could satisfy at this moment. Fuck his mama, right now at this moment, he wasn't a little boy, nor was he a liar when it came to Nadia. If he said nothing was going on; nothing was going on. Afterall, he spent all his time with Chloe. Every day and night they were on the phone for hours and every weekend he spent with her, loving her, pleasuring her.
DeVante's hand slid deeper into Chloe's pussy and she knew instantly she never wanted this to end. They were sitting in his car, and as DeVante leaned over to release the lever on Chloe's seat, her legs spread open, ready for DeVante' entry. It was nighttime and in Chloe's neighborhood, no one would be looking out of any windows or curiously walking the streets. All was quiet in her house and all was quiet in the neighborhood. The only sounds were coming from DeVante's car; sounds of ecstasy. DeVante' had entered her, slowly and as Chloe arched her back to match his rhythm, she could feel DeVante's dick getting harder and harder inside her. They rocked and licked and moaned together for what seemed like hours until they both climaxed. DeVante' then slid down to the floor and continued to pleasure Chloe with his tongue. He wasn't a champ in this department,but what the hell, Chloe thought to herself, we'll talk about it later. God, I love this boy!!

Chloe and Devante'

"Yeah, suck that dick, suck that dick" Devante' was moaning as Chloe continued sucking harder and harder on his dick head. She knew this was how he like it; she could see the expression on his face. She would always refer to his 'Stevie Wonder' moves as he got closer and closer to nutting all over the place. As Devante' started to move his arm and guide Chloe's head further down his shaft, she suddenly came off of his dick and started stroking it; a move that literally kills him. Devante' closed his eyes and moaned. " Ohhhhhh....I'm gone git your ass for this. You know how I love that shit. Just wait, your turn is coming." He then laughed and jerked at the same time as he was getting closer and closer to ecstasy that only Chloe could provide.

Chloe and Devante' were an 'item'. Although she was somewhat older than he was, their age difference never interrupted what they shared intimately or emotionally. Devante' provided Chloe with what she needed--someone who genuinely cared about her, and Chloe provided Devante' with what he needed-someone who would listen to his dreams, never criticized him for doing his own thing, and who loved to suck dick. When they met at the mall in Memphis, neither one of them knew it would be an everlasting encounter. They exchanged numbers and said their goodbyes. Chloe had no idea that he would immediately call her the same night after she got home. Afterall, he was only 21 and she was 30. What could this young boy possible have to offer her? Just a lot of damn drama for nothing. She was a successful business-woman, with two kids who considered herself very independent. To get involved with this young tenderoni would be a disaster. Or did she care?

Devante' was interested in this older woman who seemed to 'get' him from the very beginning. She was a professional woman with great articulation. She had a certain openness about her and didn't care what other people thought of her. Not to mention, she was thick in all the right places. Hips, ass, and nice thighs that looked soft as hell. She walked as if she possessed the secret of good pussy and he wanted the key to open this 'Pandora's Box'. Sure he was sorta involved with Nadia, but Nadia was a young girl, tucked safely away in college in another city and would never have a clue of what was going on and that he was lusting after this woman. And to be quite honest, he really didn't care what Nadia thought. He knew instantly after talking to this older woman, his tenure with Nadia would soon be over.

As Devante' continued to moan and move his head from side to side; Chloe could feel his right leg go up and gyrate against the cover. As he moved frantically about; not wanting the nut to explode yet; holding on to the good ass feeling he was experiencing at this moment, there was no other place Devante' would rather be. Everything between them was good. It had been a good night. Their dinner date had went extremely well, the weed was on point, and the Grey Goose, which was Chloe's drink of choice was the shit. And then to seal the deal, Chloe pleasured him with this fire ass head session. Damn!

" You ready for this shit?' Devante' spoke between moans as he was about to send nut flowing all down Chloe's throat. That was another thing he loved about Chloe. He remembered the night they first talked on the phone. He had asked her if she sucked dick. When she replied "Yes", Devante' felt his dick grow hard. But her answer to the next question would clinch the deal for him. " Do you swallow?" There was a short silence on the phone and then, "Yes, I do". Devante' could feel his desires spiraling out of control as he envisioned this fine, thick ass woman he had just met, giving him head. As his mind wandered, his daydream was cut short by a silk, smooth voice that asked, " Do you go to church?" Devante' thought this sounded like an inappropriate question since he had just asked her about dick sucking. He thought about it a while and then answered, "Yes", not sure where she was going with this.
"Good. Then you know about speaking in tongues, right?" Chloe asked him.
"Uh, yea." replied Devante'
"Have you ever spoke in tongues, Devante'?" she asked in a seductive voice.
Devante' was so engulfed in the sound of her voice and envisioning the way she had smiled at him earlier, that he almost missed the question.
"What? Have I ever spoke in tongues? Uh, no. Why do you ask?" Devante was hoping she wasn't some weird chick like all the rest he had encountered in the last few months.
" Because once I deep-throat you, and move my tongue up and down on your shaft, you will" Chloe stated matter-of-factly.
Devante' let out a loud gasp and then laughed. If this woman could see him blushing right not, she probably woudn't want to talk to him. He felt like a little boy. She had basically shut him down. He knew then that he had hit the jackpot. This woman was not only smart, sexy, and confident,but she was able to stay ahead of the mental game! They talked for hours on the phone, getting to know each other. At the end of the conversation, both Chloe and Devante' felt good and was excited about what was coming next between them.

As the pleasure rose and got ready to come to a climax for Devante', Chloe didn't flinch and kept sucking his dick harder, bringing him to a place where only good lovers go. The nut shot out, but Devante' didn't get a chance to see it. Chloe devoured it all in one gulp, looked at him and smiled, reached down to pull up the ends of the covers and showed Devante' his toes. Devante' burst out with such a loud laugh. He knew exactly what she was doing. She pulled his card. She had him in a vunerable position. His toes were standing straight up at attention. Kind of like subliminally giving respect to 'Big Bad Mama'. That was his nickname for Chloe. No other woman has ever made his toes do that. But he wasn't surprised. He was use to doing things for Chloe and because of Chloe that he had never done for other women. Was this love or lust? Only time would tell, only time would tell.

'The Blueprint'

How did I become the 'Chocolate Goddess'? Well, I credit it all to my BD, that's 'babydaddy' for those of you who are not familiar with the term. Chocolate Goddess is my way of saying that I simply a Black Queen and should be treated as such. For eight years now, I've been dealing with the same on and off bullshit from him; which is primarily the reason for my blogging. And let me put the shit on out there--he's 13 years younger than I am. We met when I was 34 and he 21. What? He was totally legal and VERY experience in the sex department!
We met on the Memphis chatline and haven't gotten off this fucked up,crazy rollercoaster ride since. The night, or should I say morning I met him, I had proclaimed that I was through calling a stupid ass phone dating service to talk to trifling ass men who had nothing better to do than hold their little dicks and jack off while listening to me talk. To me, the chatline was just a man's way of getting off for free without having to take a sista out or become involved in a real relationship. Afterall, we should be honest and call a 'spade and spade'. Most people get on chatlines and pretend to be something their not and could never be. But, this time around, there was something different. It was 1:01 a.m. on a Monday morning, August 20, 2001. I had already dismissed one ugly motherfucker because he was UGLY, a black ass liar, had no sex appeal and no damn car!! Anyway, I remember hearing that old familiar sound in my ear that indicates when someone has hit you up on the line. I retrieved my message and it was him---my babydaddy--the young man who would change my life forever......

Accomplishing a Goal!!

Hey my Tweeps, Myspace friends, and all other readers who will come across my blogging from time to time. For years, I've always wanted to be a writer. Not necessarily a serious novel writer or anything like that. Just short stories. You know like say what I have to say, get the point across and let that be it. LOL!
Anyway, after contemplating for awhile, I've decided to just let go and let God. The name of my short story series will be 'Mocha Soul Love' because although the content will be erotica; the main idea is love from a black woman's perspective. After going through some of the things I've been through ( all in the name of 'love') I'm almost a damn expert on what to do and what NOT to do when it comes to loving our Black men. This could be sexual, emotional, or intellectual.
So, sit back, enjoy and please by all means, send me some feedback. Not criticism, unless it's constructive. LOL!! Negative energy from 'hatas' is not allowed in this zone!!
Deuces!!