The Hour Glass

I do not love you. Not the way you need me too.

The love I have is a selfish kind. Indulged in more for me than it is for you.

I cannot imagine my life without loving you. The thought of it brings such an instant agony it is almost unbearable.

 I do not deserve your love but I crave it more than air. You desire an all of me that is not mine to give.

There are little parts of me left here and there.

I want to gather them all up and give it all to you. I trust you more with me than I trust myself.

I don’t want to leave you, though I know that I must. This is a journey I must make alone if there is any hope of us.

 Whispers of yesterday echo in my mind.

I cannot silence the beckoning.

 It calls me by a name that I used to know.

What I need most is time. But time is so selfishly self-serving it refuses to serve any master. The sand will only fall in one direction and when it’s gone it’s done.

Set me free my love to reclaim my wings.

Leave a trail to remind me of the way home.

Is this love strong enough to light your heart… will it stay burning long enough for me to find my way out of the dark?

The Live Show

…… The lights are still on. I pass the exotic cigar to my left. She nervously accepts. As she inhales I can see her asking herself silently “what did I just get myself into?” She holds her breath almost as an attempt to stop time itself… maybe to build up her confidence. She then invites him into our session and he inhales with all of his might… in his eyes there is more. He looks nervous but the excitement shines through. His eyes tell all the erotic thoughts running through his mind…

There they sit on my bed … me in a chair less than 2 feet away. I have butterflies in my stomach; my palms are a bit sweaty. I’m slightly nervous… but not for the same reasons as them. I can’t help but smile as I think to myself “You really pulled it off!” I whisper to myself “I’m a Boss”. See these two have agreed to allow me to watch them engage in the carnal ravaging of each other. Yes, I am going to sit here in my chair and watch them have sex. (ooooooooooooh I’m a Freak…. Welp it is what it is) I figure porn is great right? So LIVE Porn as got to be better.

I step out for a moment; Allowing them some time to get comfortable. And I head to the kitchen to pour up some liquid courage for us all. When I return their body language lets me know that they have come to peace with the decision they’ve made.  I turn off the lights, sit down, take a sip of my drink and inhale my Herbal Tonic as I prepare for the show of a lifetime.

He lays her down and begins kissing down her body until he reaches her sweet spot. There he sets up camp. Ravaging her like a starving child. At first I can tell she’s afraid to moan or make any noise for that matter…. That soon changes. The subtle moans begin to escape her lips without her permission. Her body refuses to deny that it is in extreme pleasure. He almost spends so much time down there that I lose interest. Just before my attention span collapses he wraps up and plunges his manhood into her cavern. She yelps like a wounded animal. He begins giving her every inch of him all while staring at me. The sight of him emulating on her body what he wishes he could be doing to me nearly causes me to orgasm without a touch. I chuckle to myself. He’s been trying nearly a year to lay his pipe in my factory… but I have zero interest. He KNOWS this is the closest he will get … and he accepts this. He flips her over without warning and enters her from behind. I can hear his body slapping violently into hers. Her small frame is strained by the massiveness of him. He rides her from behind until he collapses in defeat… he is tired yet he does not climax. He asks for a drink and I oblige. The closer I get to the bed I can begin to smell the sex circling around them. She’s sprawled out panting as if she thinks each breath will be her last. He passes her the courage and as she catches her breath… I declare…. I think you should eat me out….

“Who” they ask in Unison? My reply is simple “You can take turns.”  He wants to be first. He lays down on the bed and motions me to mount his face. I do as instructed. I begin slowly riding his face like a calm wave. She arrives behind me and takes his manhood into her mouth, determined not to be left out.  His body spasms from the pleasure and his tongue goes into overdrive. Now I’m bucking as if riding a wild bull. I can hear his moans muffled between my legs. I realize he may be suffocating so I digress.  He rolls me over, gets up and enters her from behind… “Your turn” he commands. He stands by the bed, her on her knees on the bed… face in my sweet spot. He licks his lips as he watches her indulge in my candy. Connecting with her yet never taking his eyes off of me. I can tell she’s done this before, her technique impeccable. It is not long before a small orgasm erupts from my loins. That is enough for me. I politely get up and return to my chair… “Ya’ll can finish”

And Then There Were Three...

Forbidden fruit is always the sweetest….

The music is bumping. The air is so thick I can feel it caress my skin as I make my way through the crowded dance floor. Face after face twisted in its own form of wicked pleasure… All these people indulging themselves in their desires. Grinding their sexual frustrations out on whoever is willing to reciprocate. Clouding our judgments with the sweet intoxication of our varied flavors of liquid courage. When the lights go out and the speakers come on each patron gives their silent signature an inaudible acknowledgment that for the next few hours… in this place… your wildest dreams can come true… nearly anything is possible.

The phone rings. He requests my presence. He does not belong to me, but I am his. I submit to calling without hesitation. No questions needed aside from the address of our Rendezvous. I arrive at a hidden night club on such a quiet street to be in the Big City. The night is cool, slightly uncomfortable without a Jacket… but bearable. For once in my life, I’m early. So I make my way to the bar and start the night off with a shot of my old friend Senor Patron. As the tequila begins to warm my blood I look up and see him enter. Always such a presence when he walks into a room, everyone notices. But wait… who is this woman with him. If I were anyone else … looking at her frame I would have assumed she was me. She’s wearing sunglasses so I can’t make out her face. I make my way closer, she removes her glasses and her face becomes one that I am more than familiar with. He also does not belong to her… but she, much like me … is his.

We drink… we dance…. We drink…. We laugh…. We drink…

My Mr. Jones...

He pulls my face to his and kisses me… if I didn’t know better I would have thought he missed me. Then he turns to his left… and kisses her. For just a moment the world goes silent. “What the hell just happened?” Is all I can think. Did we talk about this? Did I somehow forget THIS portion of the directions? So I am faced with a simple decision… Am I down? I think to myself… What the hell … Carpe Diem”

We spend the rest of the night in varied 3person dance maneuvers… Tasting Ciroc off each others lips. We have officially occupied the Very Important People’s section of this club. Women are forgetting what their Mother’s taught them and shaking what they gave them for the ones we incautiously throw. Us Musketeers have found a corner and made our way to a Verbal game of twister, enjoying the combinations of sweet the 3 of us make.

The next thing I remember is being told to make my way to the car. Driver pulls the Benz up we hop in the back. Sleep takes over… I awake to find myself walking through the lobby of a hotel. Room doors are opened. Showers commence. I am the last to exit the shower… my erotic obsession with hot water delays me. I exit the bathroom to find them in the bed. She is straddling him, grabbing his back for dear life. Their lips beckon me to join the two of them in the bed… Lights are turned off… and then there were three.

What These Bitches Want From a Nigga? (What @itsmscoco2u says)

Well I guess that depends on who you ask. As for me it depends on which day you ask me. I will admit to being one of those Women who really doesn’t know what she wants. I like to attribute my indecisiveness to being a Gemini. Helps me feel better about it. Part of me wants a Rich man with a Big Penis and a Monster tongue to travel around the world with Eating, Drinking, watching strippers and having sweaty sex in wild places. I want him to blow my mind, body and soul. I want to fuck on the beach, dine at the RITZ and bathe in Champagne. I want someone who can take me places even my imagination hasn’t dreamed up yet. Someone who brings all the naughty out of me. Rock my world….  Then take his ass right back home until I summon his presence again.

Another part of me wants a strong, loving, dependable Southern Man to come home to everyday. I want a man who makes me feel secure in giving all my love only to him. A man who takes out the garbage and mows the lawn on the little piece of property we saved up to buy. A man who’s idea of a night out consist of Drinking with his friends and playing poker. A man who forgets occasionally that he still has to date me, but never forgets my birthday or our anniversary. A man who loves his Mama and fears God. I want a Man who calls me on my bullshit and caresses away my pain. I want to come home to a man who knows how to fix the kitchen sink and is willing to clean out the gutters. A man who I can put a 3 piece suit on and the outside world would never guess his past. A man willing to love me despite mine…

So… to answer the Trillion Dollar question: What these Bitches want from a Nigga?

EVERYTHING!

brought to you by @itsmscoco2u 

Waking at the Westin

*Stretches and yawns* I begin to adjust my eyes to the darkness. The first thing I realize… I have clearly drunk a lot the previous night. Wait is it morning? My vision begins to clear. By the looks of this room… I am definitely at the Westin. I’d recognize this room décor in the dark. Well this is either a good sign or a really bad sign. Waking up in a strange hotel? But hey…. At least it’s the Westin right? Am I alone? A voice from behind me whispers “Are you awake Baby?” Nope, clearly not alone.  I take a deep breath and roll over. Do my eyes deceive me? Am I lying next to the MAN himself? Visions of the previous night begin to hit me like a raging flood.

            A simple business conversation turns into “let’s go to happy hour”. That Happy Hour turns into “Go Home and get dressed, I’ll have my driver wait for you and bring you to the club” A few drinks in the club, relaxing in VIP. He’s no major clubber; he’d rather drink and watch everyone else act a fool. I’m with that plan. We attempt small talk over loud obnoxious music. This is no upscale lounge, we are in Hood City. Nevertheless we are determined to enjoy ourselves. And like a flash of lightning I see a shiny stripper pole beckoning my attention from my right peripheral. The desperate and disillusioned women in this club begin to shake and gyrate in hopes of getting… phone bill money… I suppose. Before I know it, I’m given a $100 bill and instructed to turn it into 100 singles. I am much obliged. I myself am quite a big fan of Women taking off their clothes for money and I have no problem helping “Chocolate Thunder” pay her metro bill. After visiting 4 different Bar Tenders I finally have made this 1 bill into 100 bills. I stuff the money into my bosom as make my way through the thickness of the crowd back to the safety of VIP.  After consuming one more drink he grabs my hand, leads me through what feels like hell for broke people and up to the stage where the stripper pole awaits our 1’s. One hand on my waist… the other continuing to hand me one dollar bills to rub up and down “Chocolate Thunder’s” ass. Keep in mind this is NOT A STRIP CLUB. But hey what do you expect when you have a stripper pole, Hennessy, Waka Flaka Music and a bunch of Horny men drunk and willing to spend all the little money they worked so hard for 2 weeks to get? The crowd is in an uproar. They are elated to see this little Woman (me) making it rain on the biggest ass any of them have probably ever seen in real life. A few of them get out of control and begin to grope MY ass…. Now it’s time TO GO!

We spend some time cuddled in a corner and finally decide leave. He beckons the driver and informs him it’s time to go. I’m instructed to find a hotel. *Siri, find the nearest Westin* 

                           ************ INSERT MEMORY LOSS*************

Yes! It is the MAN that I have awakened to. I peek under the covers. Not naked…. But definitely NOT full dressed. He wraps his arms around me and as I look down I spy a sparkle . I'm reminded of what I already surmised in the back of my mind. We talk about business for a while then its gets personal. Something is genuine in his admissions of his inability to resist me .  After further conversation it is made clear that we did NOT enter into horizontal polka during the night. The relief I felt is indescribable. 

Life As A Mistress (Right or Wrong)

Life as a Mistress (Right or Wrong) – A post written from the point of view of “the other woman” infidelity is always a relevant topic but we never really hear from the person who is being cheated with. How it started, why it started, why she continues. Perks , benefits pros and cons…. So on  and so on


I’m not sure what part of my stroll screams “HI I’m MORALLY CORRUPT” but apparently men all over the world feel as though they can share their infidelities with me.

HOW IT STARTED: I met a guy through a mutual business associate. We started out with a strictly business relationship but with time it evolved. We’d share our sexual exploits with one another and begin to plan a time when we would rendezvous together. I already knew he had other Women in his life, but I figured it was nothing serious for this Play Boy. 


I must admit I was attracted to his status and financial capabilities. It was nearly a year before we were even in the same city together. Once we were on… there was no turning us off. There were flights to different cities, various hotel rooms, clubs, dinners, drinks all ending in hot sweaty enjoyable sex. He took me places physically and sexually that I had only dreamed of.  For a Single Woman in her 20’s this was the life. 


I began to hear through the grapevine that he was engaged and eventually I heard he was expecting a child, BOTH of which he vehemently denied. So I continued our little affair, pretending to believe a lie. Eventually he admitted the Woman was indeed carrying his child and they shared a home together but assured me he had no plans on marrying her. He would tell me how much he always missed me when he was away from me and how I blew his mind sexually. And all of this turned me on! I loved the taboo in it all! It made life exciting. And best of all, left my heart fully protected. I had NO INTENTIONS on loving this man. I knew my roll and I was comfortable in it… I had become “the Mistress.” I was the Woman on his mind when he woke up and when he went to bed at night. I would send him sexy pictures knowing full well he was probably sitting at the table with his family… he liked it and I loved it. I was the thing that kept him sane.
 The ONE WOMAN in his life guaranteed to not increase his stress levels. That is a powerful position to hold in a man’s life. Not only am I the Pussy he wants but I’m the pussy that comes with no strings. We have developed the BEST MUTUALLY GRATIFYING relationship a Man and Woman can hope to have. I give him mind (and body) blowing sex. I make him feel young and sought after all over again. He provides a situation that allows me to travel, live comfortably all while building my career. Not to mention orgasm! Do I feel bad about it? Hell No. As far as I’m concerned I’m doing a public service. I keep him happy, sane and at home (when he’s not with me). His Wifey should send me a Christmas Card.  

Extra Curricular Activites Pt. 3 - The Mistress

And finally we come to the most important … “the Mistress”

This woman can come from anywhere at any time. She does not have a man of her own. In some cases she will want your man for herself, in any smart case… she knows better. This is “the other Woman” in your Man’s life. He is involved in the daily workings of her life and she in his. He pays her bills, takes her out and may even know her family.

            We’ve all seen it in the movies. The bombshell that big CEO Man is cheating on his wife with. He pays for her to have a condo near his office. Unlike you, she keeps her hair and nails done at all times. Her pu-na-ny stays waxed and ready for his visit.  He takes her out for nights on the town. He lies to his family to spend time with her. YES she really does exist. She’s your sister, Hair Dresser, Favorite Cashier at Nordstrom’s. The mistress’ of the world are living, breathing and operating right under your nose. Your Man’s Mistress may even be the girl you see every weekend working concession at your kids Basketball games. She is not made to stand out, she blends in well. That it is her job. She is the Woman that your Man thinks he loves on the days he’s mad at you. In some cases he may even actually love her. They spend QUALITY time together. Talking, eating and making love. He tells her about all the things you do that drive him crazy. In the middle of the night when you are up with a crying baby, he’s laying next to her telling her how he wishes they could run away together. He feeds her with the hope that one day he will leave you. He feeds you with the hope that there is no other “her” out there for him.

This mistress caters to your man. She cooks for him whenever he asks. She does his laundry and sucks his dick without him even having to think about it.  She’s quiet when his phone rings and she never asks whose on the other line. She knows her role and she plays it well. She knows that her one leg up over you is that her sole purpose is to minimize the stress in his life. He goes days without being able to see her and to make up for it she receives lavish gifts on the regular. She has no children, that makes her free and your Man loves that. She reminds him of what life was like before it got real. The mistress knows where you work and the names of all of your children… even the damn family gerbil. Not even because she’s so nosy but because your Man tells her all ya’ll damn business.  He trusts her and opens up to her probably more than he should. He lives with the fear of knowing that she could destroy him at any moment… but he trusts her not to. There is something so crucial that she provides it makes him willing to put his entire life on the line.

A smart Mistress will always want to keep this setup. You (the significant other) at home semi-happy. Your man stuck satisfied between both lives. And her pulling the strings. If the Mistress decides she wants your Man… it could mean you’re in for the fight of your life. If she’s smart… she’ll want you to keep him while she reaps the benefits.

Send the Mistress a Christmas Card because she the reason daddy didn’t leave you this year.

Confessions: Part 1

I feel like I’m searching for Love… but all I find is Lust.

That’s my fault though. I got some issues with trust.

It’s not that I don’t trust them… I really just don’t trust myself

Seems like every time I get close I just sabotage myself

Like the Good Dude I met from the Bay

He really tried to save me but I just kept getting in the way

He gave this Woman almost everything she could ask for

Respect, Trust, Security and so much more

A couple superficial things kept clouding my view

I just want you to know that when I’m all alone I still think of you

So I closed off my heart and Blocked out my mind

Decided to find someone to occupy my time

But when I met him, I was convinced we were meant to be

Turns out all he wanted was my body, but that was cool with me

I didn’t have the energy to give him my mind

So instead I gave him the pleasure of my slow grind

Fucking the shit outta some other Woman’s Man

But wait.. Yo they were separated Ya’ll understand

And once I really Fucked up and had too much to drink

Made a dumb ass decision, didn’t bother to think

Longing so bad for a little intimacy

My fault Houston the fault is on me

Too many nights filled with shot after shot

I kept telling myself to slow down.. But damn I forgot

And it’s not like the liquor erases my memory

It helps make my issues even more clear to me

The pain… I know that’s something real

Don’t have to second guess like this other shit I feel

“I don’t need love just take me shopping”

“Pay a few bills and we can get it popping’

And what’s funny is I don’t even need their money

But I wanna take from them like they be taking from me

But I’m smart enough not to confuse love with lust

I know I’m just new pussy and he just wanna bust

Ol dude flew my across the country just to taste my shit

He keep selling pipe dreams… but I know he aint shit

At the end of the day, it’s still all my fault

This is my virtue and I need to protect my vault

But I’m feeling like my conscious is fucking with me

One day its strict the next it runs free

As I pour out my soul and confess my sins

I’m still not rid of the deception within

I’m as we speak planning one trip more

To escape reality with a Man that’s spoken for…