Demand and curiosity, it gets us all the time. I receive a lot of feedback on the sex articles. Many of you are intrigue on how well verse I am in this topic. Well…it’s based on my experiences. You want to know the details of my sexual history. I do tease throughout the articles, but you want to know more. Well, here we are.
I am not shy about my sex life. Hey, I am a girl who jokes with her staunch Christian grandmother all the time. I haven’t revealed a reverend at that. Yes, my grandmother a faithful reverend, chaplain, a strong woman of faith. Even though she was this, she was a normal woman. She wasn’t holy roller 24/7, you can sit down and relate. She knew her granddaughter, a jokester and a tell it like it is.
We would laugh and joke all the time about sex. Swizzle stick, one minute man, breathing on me, you name it. I love it when she would tell her stories when she worked as the top acting director/register nurse.
Sheets and Pillows, Pillows For Best Lovemaking
Intermission On Interracial Dating
High School Love Life, Where Is The Love
High Sex Drive, How I Survived Single
Glad I Didn’t Fall For Anyone, Love Comes After
Grandma’s Stories
One time, she went out with her nursing friends to a strip club. It was on a whim and for curiosity. She has boisterous friends. When the male stripper came out, it was a riot. When he took off his pants, the disappointment to all of the ladies in the place. Nothing but jaws and silence. The term swizzle stick came in vogue. Yes, he had a very thin and small penis. Her friends couldn’t help but laugh. They laugh so hard, he had to back off the stage in embarrassment. They didn’t mean it but I guess he was teasing so hard a big reveal. A reveal indeed, lol. She said, you had to be there to experience the reactions in this place.
Now, I before we move on, I don’t criticize penis, boobs or any size. It’s not your fault. We didn’t joke about the man’s size but the ladies reactions. It shouldn’t stop you from finding love. There are ways to work around your size. Just because you have a big penis, it doesn’t mean you’re “good in bed” Some women complain about the pain and it being too much. It’s not your fault either. There are ways to compensate, it’s all about the connection. Don’t get caught up in size, it’s a stigma that has to be dropped.
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My Early Age Curiosity
Good memories. I say all this to say; I am a very sexual person. From an early age, I always been curious. Yes, I would wait until everyone was asleep to watch the saucy night tv. Yes, Cinemax, HBO, ShowTime and Payperview. I would turn on the “kids are asleep” shows. I know, it’s bad but it didn’t mess me up. I was just curious. Romance was my thing; it broke the boredom. I was always interested in sex.
It was in my teen years where I was really thoughtful about the subject. I knew, once I turn an adult (18), I can start to start sexual experiences. Yes, I could’ve snuck around early and experience sex during these times but no, it wasn’t me. I had standards. Plus, I wasn’t interested in anyone in my early years in school. I couldn’t wait to get out.
The dream, move to NYC, meet my tall NY hunk with brown hair, square jaw, green sparkling eyes and amazing personality. A man who can put up with me. Goof ball who likes to take command in the bedroom. Who likes to please and provide an amazing spark every time. It was during this time; I had an action plan for my love life. On top of the list, if anything, be the best in bed. If I meet a man and we become intimate, I want it to be amazing. I won’t settle for less.
My goal was to be the working businesswoman with the great career. Make her own money with an amazing loft in NYC. Whizzing around NYC during the weekends, catching a show, visiting museums, concerts, games, eateries with her brown hair boo. My tall green piercing eyes sporty muscular adonis with an amazing laidback personality. A sweety I can vibe with.
This was my dream life!
The Start Of Sexual History
My sexual experiences started after college. My early adult years were interesting.
I remember my first time during intimacy; it was all about experimentation. Did I goof a little, yes. One thing about me, I learn from those goofs, lol. I have a natural sexual prowess and have a nack to be the best, goofs shouldn’t be in my vocabulary. But they were. Why? My head wasn’t in the right space. I learned that quickly during the act. I vow to never make these goofs again. How can I improve on those goofs. It took away from the experience. All I could think about it, these are things I shouldn’t be goofing on.
The good thing is learning from them. I knew what to do but the amazing thing is, it provided a spark to improve my bedroom skills. I also knew, there wasn’t a disconnect with the person I was intimate with. He kept pushing to be rough. I wasn’t for this at all. We aren’t shooting porn here partner, lol.
In his eyes, this was good in bed. This was his thing. Choking, spinning you around, tossing you on top, thrusting as hard as possible. “Go deep”, that is what he was inching for every time. I kept stopping the act when it was going there. Woah their partner, you don’t have to do all this. “But you’re turning me on, you feel so good.”
With me, you can’t pull a fast one on. These sentiments don’t fly with me. You’re having sex and hormones are flying everywhere. If rough sex is what you’re used to, it’s going to show. Just be honest with a girl, lol.
Now, I don’t know if it is a white young guy thing or what. I don’t believe in stereotype but… when you’re intimate with another race, they may have stereotypes. Especially about black woman. Strong, independent and tell it like it is. You have to be good in bed or it’s going to be hell. You know a black woman is never silent, lol. The pressure to impress.
I believe that what was going on in this situation. There were signs everywhere. I had to let him know, not every black woman is like this. Just like black woman are the “best in bed”, you can’t type cast every black woman.
He had to learn. I had no clue he felt pressured. He figured I was domineering and commanding, rough is what I would like. I had to let him know it’s quite the opposite. Slow, steady. Let every pump mean something. More than satisfying the hormones and that it.
He complied and slowed his tempo. Things got better but I still felt there wasn’t a strong connection at all. His head wasn’t there. He was so focus on the act and pressure to please. It made the situation dull. The connection wasn’t strong. I had to turn this baby around. How? Taking the lead.
Take Command Amba
I knew I wanted to be a woman who was commanding, sensual and playful. This was me. Strong, sexual and humorous. My personality has to show out.
Something sparked in my mind to take command of the situation. Whatever flows through act upon. You’re naturally sexual and you’re good in bed, let it really show. I knew I had to take the pressure off my partner, let him know to be natural. When you try to be unnatural and try to overplease, where it goes wrong. Let your mind flow, let’s get into a natural rhythm together that works.
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I gently and sensually spoke into his ear. “Baby, let me lead the way.” “You are amazing and it’s my turn to return the reward.” “Relax, I can tell you’re too tense.” “Let’s slow it down and really enjoy each other, wink.”
As you see, I didn’t criticize him at all. His face instantly relax and became more sensual. I was turning him on. He loved how I was taking the lead; it became his thing. He witnessed the love exchange and willingness to please him. That I wasn’t giving up on the act but willing to turn things up a notch. I guess he notice that he needed a little guidance.
He was a little all over the place. Natural rhythm wasn’t hitting. He noticed my facial reactions, terrible at best, lol. Plus, I saw the concern all over his face. He knew he wasn’t performing at his best. It may be my reactions; he could tell I wasn’t truly liking anything. Grimmace and Oscar the grouch anyone. There were hardly any moans or movement, we both knew. It felt like derange porn at times, just no feeling, just motions and hormones. I had to bring lovemaking to the table not raunch!
From there, I guided my partner the rest of the time. I took command of everything we did. It wasn’t long into our session. I had to stop because things weren’t going anywhere. Time for intermission.
I told him to get up and sit on the edge of the bed. I rub his face gently and a quick sensual kiss before I whisk to the bathroom. I told him to hold on, you will be in for a surprise.
There was a strategy. First, I wanted him to calm down and recoup. Also, I wanted to rev up the tease again. He love how I tease sensually. I can tell by his errection, he loves every bit. Plus his groins in my ear. I had to take over.
I also wanted to check my appearance a bit. Brush and fix my hair. My necklace was kind of stuck in lingerie, it was bothering me, lol. I had to adjust. Plus, get my head together. Once I took a deep breath, I headed back.
The Second Act
I walked slowly and sensually to him. I pushed him back slightly on the bed. Straddling him. I said, “thanks for waiting, you’re so sexy, I am a lucky woman.” I slowly drew my fingers down his cheeks, jaw and to his lips. I then slowly guided his hands up my thighs, hips and to my butt. Boy, did this feel so good. It’s something about a man’s hand around these areas, lol. It drives my senses wild. I know what gets me, get the natural secretion going. My clit was going wild. Plus, my partner is beyond handsome. He has the most sensual eyes, what a dream in bed!
I then passionately kissed him. Rubbing all over his hair, back and back of his neck. I slowly rocked back and forth on his groin area. He was groaning so bad. I had to get him back to rock hard.
From there I slowly took down his shorts, guiding my hands across his package. Teased his groin, penis and balls. Slow and smooth strokes.
While I was doing this, I was also burning my eyes into his sensually. I gave him a wink and air kisses. He loved every bit. I rubbed all over his thick thighs, licking slowly up and down. I tease the mess out of his groin area. Blowing, flickering my tongue, moving my breast up and down around this area. I teased until I saw a sprung. Then I slowly, engulfed his penis. Licking the tip. Teasing, rubbing my hands in all types of directions to enhance the arousal. I gave him the blow job of his life.
What’s funny is he couldn’t control his arousal. He was caught off guard. All I heard was “oh shit”, “damn”, “my goodness”. His eyes were rolling everywhere, and his hands was all up in my hair. I teased, “you go any further, I am going to have to grab my bottle of shampoo, lol.”
He was gasping so hard for air. He came and I licked every morsel. I then proceeded to straddle him, giving him time to recoup. I then started to rub up and down his chest. I slowly went to his neck and gave him passion kisses all over. Then rose to his jaw, his cheeks, then his lips. What a make out.
He teased about bringing out his “white boy.” He started to get more comfortable and the chemistry grew. I took note of this. I knew I had to do the guiding. We kept going at the foreplay until I felt another sprung. Then I gently slid down on top, and we proceeded with the cowgirl.
This was amazing session; I led the rhythm. While on top, I kept my gaze into his eyes. He felt the passion. I wanted him to. I wanted him to feel desired, feel the yearning. This is why I am on top of you. To be one with you. I am conveying my sentiments towards you. I am not opening my legs to anyone. If we are at this stage, it must be some sort of connection. Let’s feel it!
Intermission For The boobs
Now, I am going to get a little real with you. My boobs during cowgirl. During these years, I was super conscious of my boobs. I felt they were a little droopy. Yes, they are big, but I don’t like the droop. Yes, I am a girl who didn’t where the bra all the time and to sleep. I am the type; I couldn’t wait to get home to take it off. If I can go out without one, I would. I didn’t follow the rules. Did I pay, you could say.
I am not for all the hype. I believe genetics play a part in the sag. If you have big boobs, there will be some sagging. I am sorry, our breast don’t sit on masses of bone or stilts. It’s all made of fat and breast tissue.
There is going to be some going down south. I knew this even before sex ed classes. Maybe my grandmother talks. Being a registered nurse, she was always passing along amazing knowledge. She helped to pick out my first bra, making sure I got the right fit for my size. We spent almost 2 1/2 hours in Macy’s trying on bras. She always preached health and comfort. I left with the best bras. She was right and my titties stood high plus… comfortable! My back didn’t ache. She also talked about good posture. Now… back to the cowboy!
I kept my bra on during cowboy. Why? Well, because I wanted my boobs to look desirable during it. I didn’t want them jumping up and down, feeling uncomfortable. No 2 droopy stretch arm strongs in the air. I didn’t like the way they sat during these years. I thought of this before the act. I knew my bra will be on during the act. They will be pushed up, with tons of cleavage in my partner’s vantage point. Plus, having on a little clothing is a great tease to keep the elevation. He can rub and feel the desire of my boobs plus cotton!e
My partner didn’t mind. He didn’t care; all he saw was cleavage. Yes, his hands gravitated to taking it off but, I gently guided him away.
I just wanted to be real with you because I tell you like it is. I don’t want you to think I am a perfectionist at everything around this site. No, not even with intimacy. Yes, I love it and try to be the best at it. I know I am not flawless and on my game every time. I had some bad days in the sack. As time has gone by, I learn to get those days down to a minimum. I am not going to jump into the bed with you without a strong purpose, love.
Now back to lovemaking session……
Back To The Lovemaking Story
After I finish riding him during cowgirl, I led us into the spoons position. I was pooped so, I wanted to go into a comfortable position. Yes, missionary is usually the go to but, let’s spice it up. Spoons. I love cuddling with my partner. It’s amazing and best way to fall asleep!
I crawled into lying sideways position. I beckon my partner to pull closer from behind. He naturally complied, pulling me into him. Kissing all up behind my neck. Kissing the back of my shoulders. Feeling his hands hug me from behind. Roaming up to my breasts, down my stomach and between my legs. He stimulated my clit like no other. Ughh… I still remember the feeling. Absolutely amazing! What leading can do.
Yes, I was talking incoherently the entire time. I was also laying it on him. I am a talker indeed. I will let you know my sentiments, look out. When he felt I was ready, he penetrated me. I grasp the pillows and felt his thrust into my vagina. It was slow and sensual. A great rhythm. I was gasping and moaning so loud. Having him hold me in a bear hug drove me wild. Feeling his kisses all up behind my ears and neck, the sensuality. Plus the comfort of the bed.
Sheets and Pillows, Pillows For Best Lovemaking
Now, when I think of bops, I think of my girls Black Buddafly’s hit sheets and pillows. These girls are the equivalent of Changing Faces, nothing but sensual songs. These ladies know how to spell out love making in every song. Not for the faint of heart. Which brings me to subject at hand pillows.
I will always stress pillows in all of my sex articles. They are as important as condoms. A comfortable bed, sheets, blankets, comforters and pillows, please invest! Many home decor retailers always have good discounts. Take the time to research and test in person. Do the squish test. Lay part of your body, head and arms on the pillows. Try this for about 5 minutes. How do you feel. Are you relaxing or tense? You will know. The true value, get the softest but also, firmest/fullest at the same time. You don’t want to0 soft/thin as you don’t want to be sinking into your bed, lol. You might as well get a sheet and fold it over 8 times.
I am a smart woman. I always have a ton of pillows, the most comfortable ones! I am a home decor professional; I know the deal. Not only for style but comfortability. Ever since a child, I have never slept with less than 6 pillows on the bed. I was testing out pillows, sheets and beds since 6 years old! I remember going shopping for sheets with my grandmother. I led the charge! Forget the toy store, I can live in a home decor store. I use to bounce on the beds, pretending it was my house. It was like a enlarged Barbie dream house, my weakness!
The grasp of my partner plus the pillows are an amazing combination. When you’re comfortable and relax, you will be better in bed. No matter what. Why? You are at ease, your serotonin raises, enhancing the sensations. You’re instantly happy, your sensuality increases. You also want to prolong the session. Who would want to leave comfortability.
When you’re tight and uncomfortable, you will rush. Can’t wait until the experience is over. Through this out the door.
You can pick up some comfortable quality pillows for cheap. I picked up some from WalMart for $3.47 each.
Now back to our love session! After performing spoons, I shifted us into missionary. This was just as blissful. I was all in my partner’s hair. He had the most amazing head of loose brown curls. Plus, those to die for eyes. I was nearing orgasm once we got here. He can tell by the look in my eyes. He saw me getting weaker and weaker, plus my legs starting to quiver. He was also there as well.
All you can hear was groaning and moaning. This was lovemaking. I changed this reserved white boy in one session, lol. He learned more about his precious Amba and appreciated each bit. “You’re amazing baby, I don’t want to stop.” Something sparked between us both. I didn’t either but we were both growing tired. We were nearing, it was time. Plus, follow-up foreplay was to ensue. This is where I really thrive. If you want to experience true pleasure, call me. I have hands, boobs, feet and a tongue, I know what to do with them.
After we both experience orgasms, we collapse back together. We followed up with making up and foreplay. I gave him the hicky’s of his life. I love a man’s neck. It’s a pleasure zone, please take advantage.
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Sprall The Legs On Vacation
From here, we continue to have amazing love making sessions. Some of the best were involved on vacations. That was a true adventure. Bathtub love making is just ughhhhh…. We followed up with shower and hotel intimacy. We were all over that hotel room.
He had me spralled up against walls, gasping for air. Also, propped me up on a table, I am so glad we didn’t damage the furniture. Missionary, doggystyle, cowgirl, spoons and oral were on deck. He went down on me and I couldn’t control myself.
I was so caught off guard when he lifted my legs and began to lick all down my thighs. Plus, his thick hands, he knows how to seduce a woman. With experience with me, he grew. He knows how to hit all spots; it was hard to control orgasming early. He is amazing with the tongue. Plus, he learned from the best about maneuvering those hands on the thighs. I taught him how it’s a prime area for stimulation.
As humans, we are driven by stimulation. We can’t survive without touch. When it’s loving and meaningful, the art!
Perhaps I will do a separate article on my sexual conquests on vacations! Details galore!
It Goes Down In The Car
Look… as you can tell from this site, I like spontaneity when it comes to sexual activity. The car just screams bull’s eye. It’s just perfect for rim and blow jobs.
There is nothing like observing your partner in the car. My hands are always in the thick thigh area. I love rubbing my hands down his thighs and arms. I also go for his neck. I am affectionate as you come.
If we are in a secluded area and its dark, I am going for the kill. With the moonlight shining, nothing but romance. I usually strive for the park or driveway. I keep towels in my car. For extra privacy, I put about 1 inch from the top into open window, then I proceed to roll up. I also have a back/window visor (block sun) for privacy. They are inexpensive and can pick a few up for under $10.00.
If I am in my driveway, I don’t want my neighbors seeing anything. I would prep ahead of time. I automatically keep my car clean, sanitize and smelling fresh. I recommend you do the same. I also keep a few pillows (picked up from Dollar Tree) in the car. This can help ease you and your partner’s comfort.
The rim job, I usually conduct in the front of the car. It preps for oral. It’s a great tease. I try not to be too much while he is driving. I want him to concentrate. I really ramp it up once we are parked. I generally guide him to the back of the car. This is more comfortable. You don’t have to wrestle with the discomfort of the gear shaft.
I generally straddle my partner a bit, I love being in his lap. I am a lap girl to death. It’s my favorite form of intimacy. I love being arched on my knees with him between them. I always have pillows below them. I also like to press my behind on his thighs with my arms wrapped around his neck.
Now, I have to be comfortable when I am performing. I usually prop my knees and legs up and lean to the side. Pillows are there for support. I don’t want to have back strain from leaning on wrong angle. I position my self just right and go to town. This was usually my go to with my partners.
Kitchen Is Made For Love
I talked about the kitchen in my other articles. The links are provided above. It’s one of my favorite places of spontaneity. Between the kitchen and bathroom, I love having my legs spread.
The chair and table are my places to prop my behind up on. Bopping up and down on my partner in the kitchen chair takes me out every time. I love holding his back for support and kissing all over his amazing face.
I have been lucky to have very handsome partners. They both look like all-star quarterbacks with amazing brown hair. One happens to be more ultra-athletic than the other and I tease all the time. Still, they can both can pass for the NFL draft.
I have a taste and have been fortunate to capture it. One had more loose curls than the other. One thing in common, I’ve had amazing times with. I am not going to lie, they were great partners. Life got in the way with both. Reasons for the departures. Still, we remain friends.
Now back to the kitchen….. I usually grab desserts, fruits and flavorants for the sessions. Yes, they are traditional, but I don’t care, they work. I am usually creative. I just don’t feed my partner, but I usually have them eating off a part of me. I will put strawberries with a little chocolate on my thighs. Beckoning him to eat of it. It usually leads him to conducting oral. I have to have his face between my legs. I also put fruit between my cleavage, on my tongue, belly button. I have to have his mouth around my breasts. Please press me against the refrigerator, cabinets, prop me up and devour these D cups. They were made for loving and his mouth.
I usually love doing a lot of foreplay and oral in the kitchen. The low lighting and relax setting. Plus, I have plenty of vanilla aroma permeating in this area.
Let’s get into one of my favorite sexual romps.
Me and my partner just got back from a romantic dinner. The dinner was amazing and there was plenty of teasing during it. I was all over him, the mood was made for tearing up the sheets. I couldn’t wait to get him home.
I led him to the kitchen. I pretended I was thirsty. Getting a drink of water was on the mind. I said, baby, I am thirsty, come with me to get some water. I guided him into the kitchen by the hand. I then, caught him off guard by pressing him against refrigerator and stroking his cheek, then down to his neck and chest. I pressed in for a kiss.
He picked me up and began to grasp my behind. It felt so good. He propped me on the counter. He then began to kiss down my neck and kiss all over it passionately. This drove me crazy. I never wrapped my legs around someone so hard. He then began to kiss down to my cleavage. Licking up and around it. I was hoping he would rip open the shirt and suck the mess out of them. That is exactly what happened next! He knew what I love and he tore me up. He grabbed some cool whip and place some on, then began to go to town. The tongue on these white boys, whew!
He then moved on back up to my lips. We made out forever. I didn’t want to let his lips go. He is an amazing kisser. When we meet, it’s like boom. From there, he begins to give light pecks all over my neck. He proceeds to grab my hips and turn me around. He lifts up my dress sensually. At the same time, he is kissing the back of my neck. I can’t help but lean into him. His hands are roaming all over my hips and breasts, I am so gone. Plus feeling his errection pressed against my back.
He then proceeds to enter my vagina from behind for the best doggystyle Ive ever had. What makes it amazing, my dress never made it completely off, hugging my areas, proving for amazing accentuation of cleavage. I don’t know if it’s a kink but feeling my partner’s hand on fabric just sends me into overdrive. It’s a must for my partner taking off my garments. I have to have his hands on them.
From doggystyle, we ended up in the chair doing cowgirl. I am so glad for cushiony chairs. I wouldn’t recommend trying on hardwood or steel chairs. Protect your knees, it’s nothing but discomfort. Plus, I need my partner leaning back, it’s better penetration. If he is at a comfortable angle, he can maneuver better. It’s just the law!
There is nothing like rubbing and grasping a strong chest. Plus rubbing up and down on his neck. Looking in his eyes as he groans, thrusting into you. The path to orgasm is secured.
I am usually burying my head on the side of his neck. Whispering something I better not spell out here, lol. Now, you know I keep it real. I spell it in other articles. It’s just that it’s pretty much insider language you wouldn’t get. I have all sort of pet names for my partners. I will have a future article on sensual lines you can use in bedroom. I will spell out the lines I used with my partners.
Afterwards, I guide my partner to the bedroom where we can finish off. Yes, I can’t wait for my partner to throw me on the bed. Sprawl the legs up and get on top of me. I love going from room to room. It’s thrilling and exciting. This is me in summary. I usually love guiding and utilizing more than one area. Also, more than one position. Oral is always on deck, like always.
I am not boasting it’s just, I love giving fellatio. I absolutely love blow jobs and everything about a penis with a passion. Especially seeing a boner. My eyes grow wide; I am transfixed. It’s comical but my eyes literally bug out! I turn into another person. I am ready to pounce. The fangs come out. The house can be burning down, a mountain falling, I don’t care, my eyes are glued to the boner. My mouth is definitely going down south in 1, 2, 3….. I need to get my mouth, tongue or hands on it immediately!
You ever see a well-built young adonis with briefs on, grab a defibrillator. Primarily with a boner. Neighbors know my name!
After the orgasms, I love to go in for the kill for more foreplay. I love playing with the hair and kissing all over his face. The jaw, the cheeks, the pouty lips. Grabbing the elf ears, I am so in love. Plus, cuddling and talking. I usually joke and talk sensually. All this before we doze off to sleep.
This is just a taste of my sex life. These are few tidbits I’ve experienced in life. It has been fulfilling but the true experience will be with the guy who has my heart now. I have to figure out to have him in my life. I am saving so much for him. Life is wonderful with a soul mate!
The whole goal is to help you and those who ask for more details. You definitely want to know my experiences for a reason. I am real person. You come to learn this in previous articles. You feel I am an experienced and good in the bedroom. You tell me this all the time. You crave my advice. Well, here it is.
Some of you have used some of sex tips and exclaimed it worked! Thanked me, you didn’t know about the psychology of it. I had one of you say thank you over 100 times, lol. You knew you were doing something wrong with oral. You wanted to please your man and know the biting/teeth were hurting things. You appreciated the tips about not using the teeth when you perform. A big no, no. Another person didn’t know about all these positions and tried 3 of them. Now is a big fan and will try to do all of them. Good luck with that challenge.
I read everything and take note. I am not here to boast but to help. Sex is very important for many people. Some of you are trying to produce, hoping to start a family. You’ve been having issues getting pregnant and having a fulfilling sex life. It’s very real.
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Future Hopes Of My Sex Life
I hope you enjoyed a small taste of my sex life. Although I had few partners, they have been longstanding.
As previously pointed out, I have someone who I have my interest in. It’s been 10 years and I’ve remained loyal to him. Family and job situations have set me back from pursuing. Time is going, I have to act on my plan soon. I hope to settle in 1-2 years, no further than that!
I am getting older; I can’t keep putting off things. I want the joint house, cars, kids, vacations together. I want the fun wife/husband relationship that grows to 100 together. To death does a part. Permanently park your shoes under your bed. I can’t see myself with anyone but him. He is just beyond perfect, a dream. We have so much in common. From weight loss, weightlifting, issues in school, love of food, music, vanilla cake, dogs, comedy, organization, cleanliness, sports and background in faith.
I am trying to regroup after a job loss. The reason for the hault on the pursuit. I haven’t met my goals financially. I am building now; I plan to really move full steam ahead in a few months. It doesn’t take me long to get my savings built back up to the levels before the loss. If he only knew how much he has in store in the bedroom.
Plus………physically, I have to take a few pounds off. I don’t want him seeing me at my current size. I have to get back to where I was. I lost all this weight with him in mind. He was one of my prime motivating factors.
I gained a little. I sustained after weight loss but fell off a bit. I vow to never put the weight back on. I made a commitment. I went through a little don’t care period.
I knew better. Still, I am disciplined. I can take it off. I only gained about 5 – 7 pounds. It’s not 50-100! Still, I have a lifetime goal of never putting weight back on. I have to remain committed to it. I gave you plenty of advice on how to keep the weight off after you meet your goal. I know better. I am also human. I have to live up to an example plus, I have an internal goal of not putting back on, I am not breaking it! No matter what.
I will be getting back into my weightlifting routine. I love lifting weights. I invested plenty of money into over 500 pounds of weights, they will never go to waste. See, my plan was to continue weightlifting for the rest of my life. I love surpassing goals. Hip thrusting over 300 pounds for a woman is boss! Once I touch the weights, I am zoned out. I am so discipline.
Weights shape your body. They are a must for a woman. Plus, help with flexibility and stability in the bedroom. My stamina has improved. How could I ever last through Froggy style if I didn’t know how to perform squats and last through a grueling set! My strength has improved, helping to withstand all the sexual gymnastics.
Hopefully in the future, I will have an updated article featuring my sexual escapades with my dream man! Only with his permission. If we ever get together, I will definitely keep it real. He will know about this site. Yes, I believe in privacy but at the same time, if permissible, talk about it without disclosing him.
The chemistry is undeniable. He is beyond gorgeous physically. Emotionally and personality wise, just embodies innocence and handsome dork! I love his spirit, just a sweetie! He reminds me so much of Nightwing or Link from Legend of Zelda. A gorgeous tall elf! When starting my taste, it was Italian young men. Then shifted to Irish young guys. I love the thick eyebrows, elf ears, boyish jaws and pointy noses. They have been #1 for years.
I notice my gravitation, my eyes become transfixed!
Intermission On Interracial Dating
When I date, I hate to consider race. I see human but I am also realistic, race does play a factor. You have to consider so much. I have a prefernce, young Irish white guys. I know it can be an uphill battle. I don’t know if they are into black girls. With Italian guys, its a way bigger chance. With Irish, they aren’t known for preferring black woman. It’s kind of mix. I don’t get into stereotypes.
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I figure these things out all the time. I went through my history. I notice a ton of white men eyeing me but never approaching. I told the story how my grandmother notice as well. I know it’s a matter of circumstance. Do you know that you are my preference?
All these things ran through my mind. They may be attracted but scared to ask you out because of fear. Fear of being rejected. I probably don’t have a chance because I am a white boy. Will we mesh on a lot of things because of differences in races. Will there be conflicts because of certain traditions.
Both of the guys I ended up were very charming in their approach. One, I was truly caught off guard. I noticed, this guy is attractive and figured, yeah probably married. He just gave that stance. He was joking around with his friend.
In the next instance, I notice he was standing in front of me. Laying all the smooth lines down. I was so caught off guard because I had no clue he even noticed me. He was caught off goofing off with his friend. I guess he noticed I was leaving and had to catch me. He was so transfixed on me.
“Pick you at 9, 10 I flip the bill at 10:30 and I will have you home by 11:30, a date!” How can I not turn this guy down. “Your smile caught my attention; I can’t leave without knowing your name. Don’t break my heart.” I complied and we ended it up having a fulfilling relationship. Let alone, an amazing sex life!
The other charmer was just as a surprise. He slipped me this long note on my table while I was eating. “I am a better writer than talker, why? I get to draw hearts when someone catches my eye, wink. I laughed! I invited him over to my table. We talked and ended up setting a date for the weekend.
He figured it was worth a shot to ask me out. I caught his attention badly. Later on in relationship, he admitted he has never asked a black girl out before. It’s something he always thought of doing but scared to do. For some reason, he thought I was approachable. Plus, his taste.
I bring all this up because interracial relationship are real today. There are more popular than they have been before. Still, advice needs to be shared. I also learned about my charming white boys sexual preferences.
I recognize that both of them are very affectionate. I’ve never experienced any intimacy with other races, I can’t judge. I do compare and notice a pattern with both of the young white men I’ve been with. They are so affectionate and touching. They are quick to hold your hand, rub your back, cuddle and hug.
Both of them love them some foreplay. They love to kiss and those hickeys. Very romantic. I am not a flower girl, but these guys love to push them in somehow. Jewelry, candy, and plush toys. They both were also a little submissive, ready to comply to miss bossy, lol. They both truly cared about my behind, I appreciate.
Now, I know all young white guys aren’t the same but these two were very similar in the bedroom. I laugh to this day. I notice how shy they can become at times. I know it has to be a matter of race. Once they got used to you, they got more comfortable. I know because it was the same with me.
My second charmer was a little bit better in bed. It wasn’t a matter of experience but chemistry. It was much stronger. Plus, he knew how to work his tongue in so many ways. It blew my mind. Through it all, I have had fulfilling sexual experiences. If you had your guard up thinking sex with a white guy will be boring, wrong. It’s quite the opposite. I’ve had nothing but amazing and fun sessions. These white boys know how to put it down.
I’ve had my eyes for white guys all my life, it doesn’t mean I won’t have my insecurities with them. Yes, we are all humans, but when it comes to race, we do have inherited traits, patterns and traditions. You may have watch All in the Family while my house watch Martin. You may not know who the hell Martin Lawrence is and vice versa. Heard of the show but never would switch on.
You may watch Vh1 while I am partying it up to BET. Do you know Jodeci’s greatest hits? Do you know Led Zepplin?
I hope you know where I am going.
This also comes with the territory in the bedroom. Once again, black woman are notorious for being strong, commanding and leading. We know what we want and not afraid to say it. We will let you know, we aren’t going to be silent. It shows.
Some of African American women have natural hair or wear weaves. White guys have to understand this. We are protective of our hair. We wrap it up at night, protecting for breakage. If you’re running your fingers through our hair, you may feel braids, string, and wefts. WTF is going on here. Where is your scalp. My hand is trapped like a Spiderman web, lol.
I’ve learn to move pass these insecurities. I don’t care about your skin tone or hair texture being different. We are both human. White guys are here to stay.
How Many Partners?
I only have had 2 partners in my lifetime. Yes, 2 partners. I am sexual but don’t depend upon it. I choose to limit the amount because I have my standards. Having a lot of partners is not for me. I just can’t do that vibe. My goal was to find one guy, fall in love, get married and live to 100 together.
In junior high and high school, when your hormones were kicking, I saw no one of interest. I depended upon my celebrity crushes to get me through. They were my fantasy men that grabbed my attention. I couldn’t wait to get home to watch them on tv. Who were these celebrities.
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My first was Tom Cruise. I used to watch Legend all the time. Watching him as the handsome charming elf. Did this form my taste for Irish/Italian young guys, maybe. I love the brown hair, extra thick eyebrows and charming wide sparkling puppy eyes.
Next was Mr. Dalvin of Jodeci. An interesting crush. A man/ group that screams sexual appeal. The pretty one of the group kept me grooving in front of the screen. After he broke my heart with T-boz I moved on. It was until I saw this 6 foot 7 crossing over. The next Michael Jordan, you bet. Penny Hardaway became my favorite name. I followed every game faithfully. When the Magic loss, I couldn’t sleep. When he went against Michael, I lost my appetite. That is how bad I had it for him.
The next celebrity who dance his way into my heart is Justin Timberlake. Yes, the infamous Tearing up my heart video. Ever since I saw him sprawl with the white wife beater on the bed, the heart eyes grew. He continued my blooming white boy crush. I became Nysnc’s biggest fan. Turning on TRL, they better be number one. I grabbed every magazine with NSYNC or Justin on the cover. I had to have Justin everywhere. My mom, sister and grandmother all knew I love Justin. They still tease me to this day about Justin.
After Justin came the goat, Alex Rodriguez. He made grow my love of baseball. At the time I was NY Yankee fan. A-rod had me being a fan of both Yankees and the Mariners. It was a conflict, but he had my heart. I had his posters all over my room. I couldn’t wait to see him on the diamond. The man is an amazing athlete and great on the eyes at the same time. I did have my eyes on Tino Martinez at the same time. Now, he was on the older side but I didn’t care. He had amazing charm, handsome and amazing first baseman. He wasn’t on A-rods level of crush but, he had my eye.
I share all of my celebrity crushes because they were my fantasy men. They got me through my teen- college years. I was so caught up in celebrity crushes for a while. I wasn’t finding no one of interest in real life.
The guys in my school were just not cutting it for me. Some of them were nice but not love interest potential. I couldn’t wait to get out of school. It was the same in college. There was one guy who caught my eye around campus but that quickly faded. Not a crush but just a subtle interest. I just knew it was just a phase. I concentrated on my studies.
Like my grandmother, my grandfather was her only love. She fell for him at 16 years old, got pregnant with my mom at 19. Yes, he was older and had to wait until she was 18 years old to be together. She would tell the stories of my grandfather rounding the corner with the dual mufflers. The Ford Mustang. The mechanic, farmer, master cook rounding the corner to court her. I don’t blame her, she had the ultimate dream package with amazing skills!
Right after college, I started getting out there. I said, what the heck, I am getting older, it’s time to start dating. Time to get some experience in. You have a steady job and have the time, let’s jump into the pool.
My Suitor History
Throughout my life, I have been many suitors but just didn’t click. My history is nothing but a learning lesson. It’s primarily why I have been mostly single all my life and turned to celebrity crushes. I am not picky but smart. There was something in me that just said, this guy hitting on you isn’t for you.
I had this continuously. I always stuck to this. I have never been the desparate time, depending upon a man. I wasn’t in a rush to lose my virginity and be wild. No, it’s quite the opposite. I wanted to reserve myself for a special someone. I am a faithful woman to the heart. I wanted to find the special someone to have a long-term relationship. Someone I know I can see myself with for the rest of my life.
I am not here to impress anyone but myself. If you’re not flipping my bills, hit the door, period. I don’t follow the social quorum. I have my own standards and have kept to them. I say all of this to say, have a mind of your own. Don’t be in a rush to lose your virginity or have sex. Be smart. There is nothing wrong in waiting until you find the right person. Life is more than sex.
I’ve seen too many people try to impress and feel important. Especially in the sex department. Being a virgin is frowned upon, especially if you’re an adult. We have the 40-year-old virgin movie. I see nothing wrong with being one at that age. What matters, that you’re surviving. I bet you probably have your own house, car and plenty of income to survive. That is what counts. You’re providing for yourself. Is the next person flipping your bills, no. Your sexual status is your business, never be ashamed.
There are all types of issues that can play a part. It could be a medical condition, timing or a matter of standards. Never knock a person for their sexual status or judge. It doesn’t mean you won’t be an amazing lover if you start later in life.
This has been my vouch, standards. I wasn’t opening up my legs unless I was serious with you. We have to have a deep connection to go that far. I am not just loose with anyone. It’s just a turn off.
Have I been on dates, yes. It didn’t go to the bedroom. It stayed a traditional date. We didn’t click; I said thanks and moved on. Have I done the chat situation, yes, with one person. That didn’t work out and I moved on. We didn’t click. He was too pushy, wanted things his way and wasn’t patience. Wanted sexual encounters way too quickly, not here partner. Enter story time……
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Early Year Suitors, Beware
I am sorry, this article may seem all over this place. I think I need to back up to the start of it all. Maybe it’s a good thing. It keeps the article lively and unique. Plus, you don’t have to go in sequential order. Many movies/tv shows do this all of the time. They start with the ending/beginning, with the rest of the time, showing the events leading to that time.
Let’s rewind to the teen years, the start of it all. In my teen years, it was interesting. I had mostly grown men hitting on me. Yes, I had a womanly figure at a young age. Many men thought I was early 20’s. When I let them know, I was 15-16 they backed up. They see this young face, but it didn’t matter. You had a filled-out body, woman with plenty of curves, you have to be a young woman. I notice that a lot of men love young women.
This made me feel very disgusted and concerned. It turned me off in many ways. I felt it was predatory. Men were just interested in your physically nothing more. Was it the men in my surrounding area. What is in the water. You guys are old enough to be my dad. You should be after women your own age.
Moving to when I was around 14-15, I had a guy after me almost every week. Every time he seen me, he was always trying to swoon me. I will show you around, wine and dine, the whole spill. I wasn’t interested. I felt, what do you see in me. Plus, I wasn’t attracted to him at all. There is a nice girl for you, go after someone else. I would think he would get the hint after I kept ignoring him. No, he kept pursuing every chance he got.
High School Love Life, Where Is The Love
The truth, I wasn’t very social in high school. Never went to the school dances, prom or any after school activities. I didn’t win prom queen or was vouch as the “prettiest in school.” That was ok with me. I wasn’t there to impress. No one was after me and was far from interested in them. It was outside of school where I notice a lot of interest. Which is interesting. Still, I wasn’t interested in anyone. My dream was to get to NYC to find a man in a sea of goodlooking NY men.
The guys around my age just lack substance. You may hear this many times in this article. I couldn’t wait to get out of school. Outside of getting picked on a lot, I couldn’t wait to get away from my hometown. It’s been more negativity. My school history is absolutely horrible. Tore up from the floor up. You won’t hear me going to prom with the prom king, no. You will see me skate around it, lol.
I am not going to lie and say I was popular, had a gazillion friends and proud of my school history. No, it’s the opposite. I am thankful for my education and a few true friends, that’s it. Moving on….
I didn’t have any school crushes or anyone after me in school which is cool. Well, I am not going to lie, there was a surprise one in high school. I had no clue he had a secret crush on me. He was nice and nerdy but just wasn’t my type. I was thinking, what is this white nerdy guy doing having a crush on me. I would think the cheer captain or the valedictorian.
Plus, I wanted to keep zero interest in guys in school. I wasn’t for pursuing anyone in my hometown, period. I figure he should move his crush onto someone else, there is a nice girl for him. One thing I believe, he is nice, he deserves someone.
Other than this, elementary, junior and high school, no pursuits. I didn’t have anyone crushing on good old Amba. No one giving me a surprise sweetheart or cupcake during snack time. That is fine. There was a mutual non-interest. I had my celebrity crushes I looked forward to, wink.
College Hill, All In The Honk
When I moved into my college-early 20’s, I had guys hunking the horns faithfully. I am talking every day. I am a college girl walking to internship in NY, it gets crazy. I didn’t understand it, but I got nothing but honks every time. Also, when I was waiting for the bus, guys would hit on me consistently. I just wasn’t interested.
There was a surprise crush from someone I had no clue was eyeing me. It wasn’t until I was in the mall that he approached me. He said he notice me every time I came in. I caught his eye. He felt it was time to ask me out. I was shocked. I had no clue this was going on. I never saw him before. The whole time, he was seeing me. He seemed a little older (late 20’s) and just wasn’t my type.
It wasn’t the looks or emotional connection; it was just something in me that said don’t pursue. Plus, I was into young white guys. This is what I wanted to pursue. Nothing against this young man but, this was my interest.
I was focused on school; felt I wasn’t established and ready to date. Before entering college, I was open to dating. It was until I got into my studies, I felt it was a no. I had limited income, too many studies and internship, my schedule was full. Plus, my commute was taking up my time every day. I had no time.
I wasn’t trying to match my mom. Yes, she came home from college pregnant with me.
Outside of this, I would think college is a time to find your partner. A great starting place. We already know college parties and socializing; you can’t beat it. You’re beginning your independence and have plenty of energy.
On the train, it was the funniest. I had NY stockbrokers trying to kick it to a 20 something year old black college girl. They were not ashamed at all. Here I am thinking, these are 30–40-year-old white men with wives at home. Why me? They were faithful at the game.
They would be pretending to read their newspaper and at the same time, flirt like crazy with me. They notice I was doing my homework and would be inquisitive. Even the train ticket guy would flirt like crazy with me. He would notice me all the time and here comes the sentiments. He remind me of a jolly leprechaun, his thick accent just reeked Irish.
Maybe it’s the display of young strong woman intelligence that does it for these men. I wasn’t looking my best, I wasn’t trying to. I wasn’t looking for a man at the moment. Still, I had these guys attention.
My grandmother noticed this as well. When she was picking me up, she would say bay, look at that guy staring at you. He is eyeing you like he is in love. She noticed this all the time. Here comes, be careful speech. It was the same thing when we were shopping in the stores together. Guys would be eyeing me like crazy. She notice. A protective grandmother like no other. I am walking around with headrag on, not looking the best but still, I draw attention.
Now, I am not cocky when it comes to my looks. I am not Halle Berry but know I am far from ugly. I have been complimented for having a beautiful round face. Cute when I was younger, a beauty when I got older.
My Taste In Men
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As previously pointed out, I prefer young Irish men. I love young sporty men with backward hats. This is my type. I am just going to spell it out. It usually has to be between 21-35 years old. There is no swaying me from this taste. This has been my taste since I was 10 years old. Since seeing Tom Cruise on the screen, I had my taste for young white men. Yes, some of my celebrity crushes have been all over the spectrum but my prime taste is young white men. They just do it for me.
I love tall, brown hair, thick eyebrows and piercing eyes. They don’t have to be light, but I go crazy for wide, big, puppy green eyes. This is my all-time weakness. It’s perfection. There is something about green eyes that stand out. They are so beautiful. Outside the traditional blue eyes. They are daring, sensual and breathtaking. They are better than blue eyes and just amazing to stare at.
When it comes to physicality, I am not picky, but I am not going to lie, muscular men I adore. It’s a certain type of muscular I just think is to die for. I don’t love the over muscular look but the subtle toned. I love to see some fat mixed with muscle not just pure overall hard muscle. A well balance. Some plushness mixed with strength, that is perfection.
Now… I am not against our big bone men out there. I won’t turn you down.
It doesn’t matter; the person I have my heart set on is my type. If he gains a ton of weight or loses, I will still love him to death the same way.
He used to a big boy and I have no problem with this. He was just as desirable big as he is now. Still the same sweety that is just undeniable lovable. There is no other person on this earth that his driven my heart crazy more than him. Every time I see him, I am just glued and an instant smile comes across my face. He just melts me like no other.
He is a heartbreaker and spells out my taste in men. Everything he encompasses is my taste. A dream and glad he is on this earth. I wouldn’t be surviving without him. I have had these sentiments for 10 years straight! It’s not going to change.
High Sex Drive, How I Survived Single
Times I was single, I fantasized. That kept me at bay. I don’t depend upon a man. I have been earning my own income since a teen. Yes, I love to be married one day but if I don’t, it won’t disappoint me. Once again, I am a highly sexual person but also, don’t depend upon someone physically. Fantasies have gotten me through big time.
Glad I Didn’t Fall For Anyone, Love Comes After
I am glad I didn’t fall for anyone during early school years or after college. Why? I found the perfect person later in life. It doesn’t matter. Maybe it’s fate. I am glad it worked out this way. All my butterflies are reserved for this person. It doesn’t matter the time, what matters, the right person! I love this.
My Relationship Status Today
Today I am single. I am faithfully waiting for someone. I am trying to get my finances stronger than ever. After being hit with a layoff, I am trying to get back on track. This is a must for me. I have to be established. Just like my grandmother, she made sure she built up her finances. She kept her finances separate from my grandfather. It was a respectful and mutual decision. Yes, they had an inseparable bond but, she also knew, she had to protect herself. We are human, you never know what can happen. You have to protect yourself. Things can change. Never think it cannot!
With me, I believe in joint and separate at the same time. If I ever get with the person, I have my eye beams on, it will be this way. I will vouch for a joint and still keep a separate account. Mainly, I don’t want to depend on his finances basically ever. I am super independent; I want to contribute my share fair. I want to make my own. That is how I was raised. I will work and pay for my own. I never want to depend upon a man. A joint will be great for things we will share.
I know I can trust this man with anything, that is how much I love him. I also want him to know that I am independent and not in this for his money. Not ever. I will feel so guilty. I am not with you for sex, money or a place to stay. No, I am with you to share a life with you. I want someone I can go out and socialize with. Go to the movies, cuddle on the couch, play games, catch a show, dance, shop, talk and share a romantic evening with. Person I can share everything with, joke with, be my personal best friend.
Yes, there is someone I keep in my heart everyday with hopes of marrying. There is no stronger connection to this person than him. I will be disappointed if we never meet. He is just beyond perfect and my ultimate dream. He fits all my criteria physically and emotionally. Just a heartbreaker. Now, I hope it doesn’t come of contradictory. With him, it will break my heart. I don’t think I will recoup if we never get together. If it was any other man, I wouldn’t bat an eye. With him, it is different. No guy on this planet can ever take his place. I am so faithful in keeping him in the center of my heart!
With me, I will let you know the good and the bad. That’s the whole purpose. Not to tell a good story but a tale you can learn from.
We all learn from each other. We all have strengths and weaknesses. I want you to relate. The whole goal is for you to be the best at intimacy. That is what I grew to master. I was determined and here I am. I learned from my mistakes and learned to mask my flaws, especially with my body. I lost a ton of weight; things are still bouncing back and recuperating. I lost some titty meat but have been slowly getting it back. Secret, massaging the boobs everyday. It’s been working.
Once I get my physical and financial status at my goals, I hope to pursue. I’ve been itching to get back into a relationship. It’s been a while. Although I am not dependent, I just want to be with this person.
I am no fool. He is a heartbreaker. I don’t want anyone catching his eye, scooping him up. He is a catch. You would look at him and think, how is this guy single? I know he has plenty of women swooning over him. He reminds me of a boyband or young starting quarterback. The charming handsome sweet innocent lovable young guy.
Conclusion
I gave you a taste of my sex and love life. I enjoy sex because of my nature. I love to please and uber affectionate. You can say my sign has something to do with it. I am a Leo, we are taught as best in bed. Amazing lovers, highly sexual. You look at Madonna and Jlo, both Leos and highly sexual. I don’t believe it totally, but I do notice a lot in those who are Leos.
Through it all, I am not dependent. When I am intimate, it is meaningful. I never try to get it to the lustful point, just trying to satisfy the hormones. No. It’s because I want to express my love to you. Every act is a connection. I will never have a one-night stand or a fling. I can never think of cheating either. It takes a while before you get to these draws. I am very sexual but not quick to get in the sack.
I hope to reach anyone who is looking for someone to relate to. I am as open as open gets. I told you intimate details of my personal experiences. I’ve had only a few partners in my life but gained plenty of experience. I hope to keep it this way. I only want 1 more person in my life. I am satisfied. He is worth the wait.
Once again, I am not dependent upon sex. I can go without and for long periods. I can cherish the experiences I’ve had. It’s something to enjoy with the person you love. A bond. Not something you need to survive.
Let every act mean something. I am sorry, but humans aren’t meant to be used, especially like a piece of meat. There should be connection with the person you’re intimate with. What is the purpose.
Stay tuned for more articles in the future. I hope to share more stories of my sexual history. Here’s to a healthy, fun and amazing sex life!
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