Make her the main coarse

Make her the main coarse
------ She walks into my domain wearing nothing but a black trench coat and red high heels. She is  filled with anticipation and wondering what pleasure awaits. The lights are off and a single candle is lit, it flickers slowly as she walks passed it to touch me. We embrace each other with a passionate hug and I begin to kiss her as my hands slide underneath her garments to feel her warm soft body. I can smell her perfume lightly and perfectly placed on her neck and I begin to suck and lick on it. She grabs my hands and place them at my sides then whispers "Slow down baby let me drive for a second".

She pushes me down onto the bed and then takes off my shoes, socks and pants; then my shirt and now I'm completely naked. I love to be in charge but this feels interestingly intriguing.  She Begins to kiss my stomach and my dick starts to wake up as she slowly makes her way closer to it. Her mouth simply hovers over it as it throbs, she flits her tongue like wet butterfly wings over the head and begins to slowly suck, with each up and down motion she takes in another inch until she's deep throating my entire penis. Choking herself and spitting with slow, slurping and sensual lust. Next she stands up and within the candle light I see the trench coat slide off her beautiful body, the coat hits the floor and with that she kicks off her heels then walks forward and stands upon the bed above my erect engorged dick. She lowers herself just above the head then pushes just the tip in, I reach up to attempt to pull her down completely onto me. She pushes my hands down and says "Baby I got this.......I'm driving this stick shift, just enjoy the ride".

She begins to simply rotate her hips masterfully keeping the head inside, around......and around.....and around  MMMMMMMMMM down one stroke........around ......and around and MMMMM MMMMMMM two strokes as she gets dripping wet and I fight the urge to just thrust my pelvis up and my dick DEEP inside her FUCK this pussy is good and she is messing my head up......she starts to be overcome with her own desires for more deep strokes......SLACK SPLACK SPLACK SPLACK those hips start to slam against me and my dick touches the bottom of her pussy and touching each tight wall. She falls forward onto me and I wrap my arms around her as our lower regions continue to grind and dance to the music of our deep breaths and sensual moans and grunts. We roll around in bed fighting for dominance in this Sexesode. No one backs down but it's beneficial for both. I lay back and pull her up to straddle my mouth. I love it when a woman straddles my face. She lowers herself down just above my mouth and i grab her thighs while she grabs the backboard. then i start with some slow licks to feel out where everything is located and make sure i control my breath so the hot air stimulates her pussy. as i am licking i push my tongue inside gently every few licks so she feels my warm tongue enter her hot spot. her knees may start to get weak so (at this point i lay her down on her back and continue and i put her legs on my shoulders) as i am doing all this i reach up and caress her breast, firmly but not to rough. when i feel that it's time to turn up the heat i cover her pussy with my lips and make my tongue go faster while it's inside her, up and down and side to side, no teeth involved (that's a no no, this aint no chewing gum)

---now it's time to really mess her head up. i get to the clit and place my lips around it and start to suck it gently while my tongue twirls around it in alternating directions. I lick my tongue out to trace the opening. I curl my index finger up into her G-Spot and massage it while sucking the clit. She begins squirming and looking like a break dancer. ---she grabs the back of my head with one hand and uses the other to grab the sheets .......pulling my head in tighter as her legs begin to shake she is about to BLOW!! I start sucking a little harder and really moving my tongue around it, i want her to damn near pass out off this orgasm. then "wait........wait......no don't stop......don't. ......uuuummmm.......mmmmmmm..........oooooh.......OOOOOOH OOOOOOOOOH.......FUUU.....FFFFFFFUCK......OOH SHIT I CAN'T. ...stop.......mmmmm......mmmmmm.......... she cums dramatically i hold the legs to my shoulders and keep licking, slowing it down so she can get ready for more dick. Still Hard and waiting to re enter her hot dripping pussy, I raise her legs up and slowly push inside her. It's wetter than before and with each stroke I feel myself getting closer to climax. I lean back and cross her legs closed. This makes her pussy feel tighter. I start to make deeper pumps and lean back more so that my dick head grazes her G spot with each increasingly hard thrust. Shit I'm losing it.........just a little more......just a little.......fuck it.......fuck it.......yes it's coming I can feel it......at this moment I am slamming myself into her thighs.....she grabs her legs spreading them wide as I transition into push up position and DUMP dick inside her. The bed feels like it's going to break as we fuck each other like we hate each other.........shit......"FUCK ME......FUCK ME BABY" she screams....."Cum for me!!.....please..I want it"......Faster and faster .........I feel it about to erupt out of me........Mmmmm..

Mmmmmm

Mmmmmmmmm

FUUUUUUUCK....... HERE IT....

CUUUUUUMS.......she pulls me deep inside her as I fill her up with cum .....body shivering and tingling all over. Head spinning.....damn.....shit......motherfucker........... "baby.....you on the pill?" "No".......well damn.....

Save them

Todays young women are being raised to be overly sexual and programmed to be under appreciated by young men who were taught to disrespect females and aspire to be "real niggas" rather than responsible grown men. I think there are many factors that come into play here. Sad truth is some of these "mothers" think that their child being able to "twerk" and "catch the wall" is cute, then when the kid becomes a teen mother the parents wonder where they went wrong, being a 30 year 29 year old grandma is not cute ladies. They rarely think that the very LACK of their parenting when it was most needed was not performed. They think just feeding and sheltering a child is the equivalent of raising the child. Poor misguided individuals. And the Men who help create this problem are just as guilty, Fellas we MUST show our young ladies how women should be properly treated, regardless of your relationship status. You should hate the title "baby daddy" with a passion. Yes I understand that some women make it hard to be a father but remember YOU didn't fall inside her by accident. Now handle your business as a man and fight for your title as FATHER. 

I don't think some parents realize just how much their children take in and absorb. They see everything. These are far different times we live in. When I was a kid BET and MTV were brand new, youtube didn't exist and the internet was just gaining speed. Google wasn't as big as it is now. We actually had to play outside. We didn't have cell phones or social sites. True text messaging was a folded piece of paper with writing on it. Today kids have unmonitored access to all the good and the bad that this corrupted world has to offer. Not sheltering them but teaching them how to discern what is and is not acceptable behavior is a key in this day and age. We MUST save our children. When children can dance and recite words to adult content songs better than read in their current grade level. We have a major problem folks.

Our youth --my thoughts

What are we teaching our children? Our sons have more pressure on them to become thugs, drug addicts,  dealers, slackers, degenerates and women disrespecting low lifes rather than noble upstanding men with goals, ambition and priorities geared towards building a complete family these days.

Our Daughrers are being influenced to twerk, whore and hoodrat their way through life more than becoming a responsible and respectful GROWN WOMAN that men will take seriously and WANT to be with aside from momentary pleasure. I can't help but feel empty when I see the media spot light mostly negative things about us and ignore the accomplishments made by youth who persevere despite environmental odds.

Youtube is filled with twerk videos of lost teens (strip club audition videos in my opinion) and fight videos of high school kids acting savagely in public places. The list goes on, and we do nothing to try and inspire more from them. They are cryinng out for attention. Why are we ignoring them? Please, play a bigger part in a young persons life. It CAN and WILL make a difference.  ----signed One Concerned adult

Purpose

You can scream all day and never say anything of importance.

You can live forever and never gain wisdom.

You can fight everyone and never win the war.

You can run forever and never see the finish line.

You can push with all your might and never move an inch.

You can  know everything and teach nothing.

What this means is, in life, everything is nothing without PURPOSE.

Fellas we just don't get it

Many men don't understand women, that's a given. Women cheat just as much as men but If she feels the need to experiment then she's being neglected in some way, if you can't stimulate all her needs at a certain point you gotta make sure the other areas are taken care of. If you ensure your place then she won't stray.

Most times if a woman is going to cheat she'll let you know before hand lol. It's true. Most men think after they got the girl they can slack up. Nope, my Father taught me that if you get her by doing certain things you need to keep that up throughout the relationship. When a woman reaches the point where she doesn't nag you about stuff then you got a problem.  It's not that she has finally "got with the program" she really just got tired of telling you what you should already know. Best believe she's now open to other interests.

  I've grown to understand that as men it's our duty not understand women but to understand her needs, usually it's not a long list and what one needs may not apply to the next. It never hurts to just ask, make a mental note then handle your business.  When you start looking at things like she's asking for too much you may just need to take a different perspective. Many times the best solution is not visible because our massive male pride and ego is in the way. No man wants to "Bow down" or be "whipped", guess what. That idiotic mentality will keep you solo and without a glass of water to put your straw (get it?). Us not wanting to look weak in front of our boys is one of the main reasons we miss out on great women in our lives.

Think back and I bet you regret a few choices made based on pride. I got more on my mind but that's it for now. Have a great day.

Positive

When you do things only for praise and the recognition of others that alone will always be your reward, when you do good things simply because your good nature compels you to do so, you will be blessed because the positive energy you sent out has returned and multiplied.

changed forever but not scarred

posted this in the "Exposing white truth" group on facebook, i'll also share it with you all, it's long so i'm sorry lol, i know folks don't like to read

My first experience with Racism was when i was about 9 or 10 and i was outside playing with my Friend Joey, he was your average White kid but growing up all my friends were of a different nationality and being that all of our parents where in the Military it was not uncommon. My best friend Brian was Mexican, Joey was Caucasian as i stated, Lea'an was Korean i think, Jason was Irish if i'm not mistaken. Anyways we called ourselves catch-Q , we all had code names and we spelled then out as acronyms where each letter had to have a meaning. My name is Sadiki (Shy-Dee-Key) and it stood for Super Awesome Dude in Kids incorporated (silly i know). Now that we have some background, rewind to the day when myself and  Joey were playing outside. He asked me if i wanted anything to drink and said that i could come into his house. His grandfather was there and i thought it would be cool to meet him, Joey said that he was cool but disabled so try not to stare at his legs in the wheel chair.
Here is where things get messed up, Upon walking into the house, Myself and Joey get something to drink and go into his room to play on his Dart board, i can here the sound of an Electric wheel chair coming down the hallway and then it stops. i turn to see this Old decrepit  shriveled man and i can FEEL something dark within him. Joey says "oh Shai this is my Grandfather" and before i could say hello..........."WHO LET THIS NIGGER IN THE HOUSE" are the first words i hear from this lost soul. I froze, i looked into his eyes unable to move, he stared back at me and for the first time i witnessed hate, true hate, malice and disdain, but for what? i had done nothing to him but stand in the same room. he ranted about me being in the house but the words he uttered first just kept playing in my head, i couldn't hear anything else, he yelled obscenities but nothing was clear to me. i was finally able to move after Joey grabbed me and pulled me out of the room, i couldn't even feel my feet move, i don't remember walking, i just remember my eyes being locked with The Old man as i drifted passed him. He stared me down as i went by, i could even feel him burning a hole in my head as i exited the front door.

I was empty.............................i didn't talk to Joey as i walked through the door, i couldn't hear anything but "Who let that nigger in the house" bounce around in my head. Sure i had seen movies with racially charged subjects in it but coming from such a diverse background, they were more like windows into a past i didn't think existed, i was somewhat sheltered growing up in that sense because my parents always  taught us to never hate another person, race relations and all that other stuff was never taught, we were shown to love others. As i walked home i began to feel overwhelmed with sadness because i could not understand why someone i never met hated me so much. i started to cry, then become filled with anger, then a rage i had never felt in life and i began to run home. i burst through the Door and i ran to my Father who to me at the time was a Giant, he was my Hero. Senior Master Sergeant Billy Givens still had on his camo green Uniform. i wrapped my arms around him and attempted to convey what had happened as i cried and shouted. he finally calmed me down "Baby what happened? slow down, what's the matter?" and as i caught my breath, i sobbed it out. i could see the anger in his face grow as well as the sadness in the fact that his oldest son had just had a bitter dose of reality shoved down his throat against his will and well before his time.

My Father put on his Hat and put his Steel Toed Boots back on, lacing this hurriedly and grabbed me by the hand saying "ok where is he?". i pointed towards Joey's apartment building and i tried my best to keep up with my fathers strides, i felt like i was being carried. we reached the door and i became filled with fear, i didn't know what my father was going to do or say, he knocked on the door with a fierceness that sounded off through the hot summer air. Joey opened the door and quickly moved to the right as my father barreled into the house. i looked at Joey and he knew what was about to happen.

My father walked straight over to the old man and lifted him out of the wheel chair and began screaming at him about what he had called me. i saw the feeble man be reduced to a whimpering pile of nothing as my father yelled "CALL ME A NIGGER, PLEASE DO IT, SAY IT NOW, HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT TO MY SON, SAY IT AGAIN, GIVE ME A REASON TO FINISH THE JOB!!" .............................silence filled the room and all you could hear was the old man breathing and gasping to apologize. the look in his eyes had changed, the power he had over me was no longer there and there was only the look of helplessness. I began to feel sorry for him, conflicted in thought i wanted to hate him and revel in the scene, i wanted to laugh and smile in his face..................but i couldn't, it felt wrong to do so, my heart wouldn't let me. i just turned around and walked out of the door. My Father talked to Joey but i didn't hear what was said, he later took me to get ice cream and he talked to me about racism and how it was worse when he was growing up in Mississippi, at the time, i still didn't understand it all. I never talked to Joey again, we would see each other at school but things just didn't feel the same. That was my first time hearing the word "Nigger" in person and seeing what hatred looked like. forever changed but not scarred.