Aggravation...

That is what I am feeling today.

I feel really aggravated with everything.

I hate the world right now.

I can't stand certain people. They make me so mad, I just don't want to talk to them...

I have so much anger in me, I don't think its appropiate for me to write what is in my head today. I will seriously make them feel like shit.

I feel...

Hate…

Bothered…

Lifeless….

Wretchedness….

Stressed….

Confused….

MisUnderstood...

Sorrow….

Depressed….

Unhappy….

Angry…

Obsessed….

LONESOME…

mysterious…

Behind…

LOST….

Annoyed…

Ignored…

Used…

ISOLATED…

Remote…

Frustrated…

Provoked...

Preasured...

Men & Sex...

Correct me if I am wrong, but the average man thinks of sex every 5 seconds. I honestly believe I think like a man. No, I do not think of girls... actually I do, no suh, I don’t roll like that. But yea, I think of sex all the time. I think of sex when I am in class, library, walking, eating, dancing, drinking, talking, showering, using the restroom, whatever you can think of! I can be taking an exam and sex comes in mind.

Is that a bad thing? Do you think I am overly HORNY?

Call me a Nymph... because I will not deny that. I will acknowledge, I LOVE SEX! I love the feeling of it. I love the way a man kisses me, soft and slow. I love the way his masculine-gentle-soft hands touches my body from head to toe. I love the way he stares into my eyes and kisses me after a nice moment of rubbing each others nose together. I love the way he holds me, making me feel secure, making me feel safe all night in his arms. I love the way he takes his time to explore my body with his kisses. I love when a man makes me extremely hot. I love when a man whispers how he feels about me, making me feel so sexy without telling how beautiful I am (but he can tell me if he wants, lol). I love the way how a man handles his own. I love the way a man makes me feel inside…

I love to touch a man’s body. I love to feel the muscles he possesses. I love to feel his smooth skin under my hands. I love to position my hand on his chest to feel his heart pace. I love a man’s masculine scent, whereas he may come from the gym, and still he smells clean. I love my men who has beautiful, kissable lips ---> juicy, soft, lips. I love a man with pretty eyes. I love kissing their sensitive spots. I love to take my time with them. I am never in a rush (but if u are, imma let you do all the work. I hate it when niggas are here to get a nut then they are out) I love to lick them nice and slow, taste them every chance I get. I love the way his manly hood stands tall, thick, and hard. I LOVE PLEASING A MAN.

All of this, yes I think of everyday, I wish I can get it whenever I want it. But what stops me is the fact I want it to be with someone who I know feels the same as I do. God gave me a gift of men in my life. I just wish they would think the way I do. I consider sex the best thing that can happen between two partners who care for each other. The way two people can explore each others bodies for hours and hours, without a break, omg… I think that is so beautiful, call it foreplay if you want. But I think it’s more than that.

But damn... I just wish...

Our Late Moment...

There’s a full moon that is shining bright above us on a night we have spent together. (I’m in love with a full moon because it releases my tensions.) Your window wide opened letting the smooth silent wind wrap around my full body as I lay next to you in your favorite silky black outfit! The wind interlocks my body --- I suddenly wake up. As I turn to lie on my back, I feel the wind once again hit me but, slowly hitting every curve of me. While this happens, it seems as if it’s telling me to slowly open myself up more and to let it touch me --- to make me feel seksi and a sensation that I hunger for from you. I slowly move around your Royal King Size SATIN sheets on your bed as a Black Silky Panther would at night. You notice my movements as you slowly awaken from it. You wonder what the matter is and ask. I only look into your eyes and quickly touch your juicy lips and whisper “Shhh.” While I move in the dark, you notice the moon light hitting certain spots that would give me the leading pleasure --- my lips being kissed softly, my neck being stroked delicately, my nipples being sucked, my stomach being licked up and down, my kitty being eaten nice and at a snail’s pace! I move gradually around your bed as it seems the panther is looking for its mate --- but once I start feeling every hot spot on my body, that is when I begin to get closer to it --- in spite of this slowly, but surely and cautiously. You begin to wonder what is on my mind, but you just let me flow gradually without any disturbance! I get closer to you as your scent gets clearer to me. The scent I’m attracted to has caught my attention. I move steadily on top of you and I begin near your neck and suddenly smell the fragrance on you, loving the scent you have. Then I begin to taste as a panther would with her mate! I lick and kiss your bare chest, plus move slowly down to taste even more --- of course I have to please my baby. As I’m done with that --- I gradually move back up to let you know that I m extremely hot, and it is not because of the heat hitting my body in the silk black outfit. I begin kissing you slowly , taking every second that passed then start telling you how much I need you, how much I want you, how much I want you to hold me tight, and how I want your hot body to hit mines, which the list goes on! You tell me to say more, I reply “instead of saying, why don’t I do it...” saying it in a seksi tone. I begin to kiss you more softly than slowly I withdraw your boxers off --- then I get on top --- I withdraw the black outfit off letting the moon hit my chocolate skin making it glisten and look even smoother! Then I put you in me --- and I begin to take a ride! I take this ride slowly. To make my pussy feel so good, to make your dick feel the strokes of me going up and down and then whining in slow motion. My hands touching you chest then finger nails digging in (but not to hurt you) for the reason that of the slight pain I feel, but also SENSATION!! I ride at normal pace, letting you feel the wetness come to more. Then fast pace, to let you and me feel pleasured. I set in motion to slow down because the kitty is craving for something else. As I move off slowly feeling you dick exit the inside, I get on my knees of exhaust, but you want more. You come to me and flip me over --- I can see the moon reflecting on your body that glistens the little trickle of sweat off your body. You come on top, lay down on me and whisper “this is a night you will never forget!” You put yourself in me slowly and start off to stroke in and out, in and out. I can feel your movements inside me --- making me moan as if the panther would be purring of her pleasure. I moan in a low marvel, making you know that I’m feeling you pleasuring me. After a while you pull out slowly then I know the next movement. My favorite, the back! I get on my knees but flex my back making it and arch. I can sense you analyzing my body because of the light beating it. Then suddenly I feel your hands on my back rubbing it then moving down to my full ass as u feel on it. Then that is when the tension starts to come out. You put it on me but real good. Slowly you stroke back and forth, but then the real shyt comes. You pull my hair then you start to give it to me the way I like it! I start to let everything out --- my moans and words --- as you ask do I like it! Then that’s when all the stroking and pleasure you have given me... I can feel myself about to cum. I come 4 times with 2 orgasms. I cum so hard on you, you slowly move in me, letting me get myself together in a way. But we go at it again until the sun started rising. You lay on top of me; I can feel the heat arise between us! I wipe the sweat off just as you did for me--- we hold each other tightly and make love once more as if it was to be the last night we spend with each other. We fall asleep without any words... just silence once again...

feeling a little horny... ;op

Spoiled...

Is that what I am?
Is that what you see?
Is that what you think of me?
Is that what you know?

What is really being spoiled?? Not getting your way? Getting everything you want? People giving you so much attention? I want to know what is really the meaing of spoiled...

spoiled
adj 1: treated with excessive indulgence; 2: having the character or disposition harmed by pampering or oversolicitous attention; "a spoiled child" 3: (of foodstuffs) not in an edible or usable condition; "bad meat"; "a refrigerator full of spoilt food"

I for one, has always been called spoiled. Why? Because people "see" and "think" that I can get what ever I want in life. People assume that I have the money for everything I want to buy, having the nicest gear, getting pampered from head to toe all the time, sporting a good amount of jewelry, blah blah blah.... well think again, its BULLSHIT!

I WISH I WAS SPOILED!! Seriously, I tend to get tired of people telling me I am spoiled. So what if I have a lot of gold, so what if I'm sporting the latest fashion, so what if I pamper myself... but I work my ass off to do this, just like everyone else who walks upon these grounds. I do not get everything I want in life... there is so much things that I tend to see what others have that I can't have. Does it get me mad, YES it does. What gets me even more mad, is the fact the people who have what I want comes out the mouth calling me spoiled.

I wish I had a nice car to drive around all the time. I wish I didn't have to work to get what I wanted. I wish I had a man in my life that can treat me like a queen that I deserve to be. I wish I was living on my own... but do I possess any of this...no.

There are times where I want to have something, but know I can't have. I hate these times also. I am still struggling to get what I want just like an ordinary person. So before judging by the way I look or whatever that you see... GET TO KNOW ME!!

Feeling Used...

Yea, that's how I feel at this moment. Actually, that is how I feel at every moment that comes by me.

Should I care if I am used... Yea, of course I should care. I do have feelings you know. I mean, you fall for someone for how long. And then when the opportunity comes to change something, it feels like they come at you to get what they want. But then again I don't want to think that I am being used. But I can't help it. I ask myself... why should I sit here thinking that people actually want me... for me.

Most of the time... its because they think I am "pretty" a "cool person" or because I have big tits or some other bullshit they like. Should I just give them what they want... Basically wanting to fuck? Just to make them happy about themselves... No! I do have respect for myself you know. I mean c'mon... I don't fuck just too fuck. I fuck to let my emotions come out express what I feel for that person, explore their body, and how I would want it to continue more then ever. Sex is not something that should happen because you want to get it out your system. Sex should be used in a content whereas both partners have these mutual feelings and they would love to express it to each other. Don't get me wrong, sex is the best things that can be out there... the feeling ea. other, the kissing, sucking, licking, tasting, whatever you want to do IS the best thing ever. I love sex, but I hate to use it in a way to just make someone happy. If its just to fuck because you are horny.... wrong chick to be talking to baby.

There are times where things are not meant to happen. I guess that was the time for me. The person you wanted for so long, finally back in the picture, basically is not meant for you. Why, because... they belong to someone else. This is what you call a forebiddin fruit. I have so many of those that it kills me. They say they feel the same, but how do I know they are not here to actually get what they want. Yea, we chill, there can be kisses here and there, but deep down inside, I feel like they want more then that. They are here to get their harden dicks inside you and finish you off. They look at me as a weak girl... but I can hold my own and know my limits. Until I find the right person to actually make me realize they are not here to use me... then whatever happens happens...

So I ask myself... why even bother to let out all the feelings and let myself be used?

Insanity...

Anger flows to an explosion that is bound to invade me - the intense heat - blood rushing fast - something I know that will never vanish because I choose to hold inside - My head spins from anxiety that my mind can not handle - sweat pours and gushes out of my skin pores - red blood shots invade my eyes from sleepless nights thinking of you - I try to take you out my repulsive mind - because the pain I feel makes me want to commit suicide (not in reality) - I need to run, run away from all this - my heart races as I feel the thought of you getting extremely closer - my thoughts surrenders from the fight I have - I become crazy - I begin moving intensly on my bed as if I am strapped in a mental hospital bed - I dream of this in a white room - I wonder... have you taken my soul, my emotions, my thoughts and left me with nothing - EXTREMELY NOTHING? - Why do you torment me? - "what do yo want from me?" is what I scream in the middle of the night with a hot sweaty blood bash of intense beating to my body - From this I run to the kitchen, looking around like I was somewhere I never been to - I see darkness, as if I were to be a blind person - I get these shivers (as if I were outside in the cold) as I walk around crazy in the kitchen damaging my my body by walking towards the edges of counters - I begin to grab my hair and scream - shed many tears - I can not take this anymore - I open numerous cabinets and seek for something that I can not try to think what it was - until... I have touched it.... - a butcher, nice where I left it - felt this liquid dripping from my hand - held the butcher to tight in the wrong position - once it was there, that's when I lost my patients - everything stopped... time, movement of my body, feelings rushing through me, my senses... EVERYTHING! -Then that is when I noticed something...
from...
above....
looking down on the kitchen floor....
.....ME :o(

Silent Desires...

It’s late at night when you arrive at my job to come get me from a long day at work. As I step into the car, I give you a passionate kiss, since I have been waiting so long at work to feel those soft lips of yours on mine. You begin to drive and ask me how my day was. As usual, stressful, however, even more stressful since I have not had you inside me for about two weeks. I have not waited that long before. It’s just that we both never had time, since we were two business people who worked long hours almost everyday. As we were in the car exchanging words, rain began to come about. It starts off with little droplets, then it begins to come down hard. However, we haven’t paid mind to it. We had 25 miles left to our condo, until I noticed that the car didn’t have any gas left. We both thought that it would get to our house, but we were wrong. The car broke down 3 blocks away from our condo. We had no choice but to get out our car and run the rest of the way home in the heavy rain.

As we stepped foot into our place, we looked at each other in the dark and exchanged a couple of jokes and laughed. After that, I noticed that the lights would not turn on. Of course the rain messed up our power line. You took my hand and aided me up the stairs to our room. You walked toward the fireplace and lit up the left over wood we had stored. As you were doing this, I began to take every piece of attire that was position on my chocolate body quickly because I didn’t want to catch a cold. All that was left on my body was my black lace 34C cup bra and my black lace bikini string panties. You looked at me in awe and excitement, but you were trying to keep calm. However, I know you were ready to taste me. I know you have been craving for me as much as I was craving for you, but I didn’t make any moves just yet. I moved myself to the fireplace to get my body warmed up from the cold rain, but my body temperature started rising as soon as I spotted you undressing yourself slowly. I mesmerized every inch of muscle that contracted when you would throw attire to the floor. As you turned your back on me and stretched, I was going crazy as your muscle would contract even more showing the tattoos that was imprinted on your body. All I could do was feel my juices flow down to my panties and bite my bottom lips. I walked toward you and touched your back slowly and began to kiss it softly. I knew that drove you wild, feeling my soft lips kissing your seksi, dark, chocolate, bare skin inch by inch. You turned around facing me, and looked into my eyes deeply without any exchange of words, informing me that you wanted me that night. You touched my face with your manly, soft, gentle hands, moving slowly on my cheeks, touching my eye lids as my eyes were shut, moved it down to my nose, and then moved your finger tips across my lips. Then I felt them again, your lips on top of mine. First you pecked me softly, then kissed me passionately the way I liked it, which made me fall for you the first time we met. As you kissed me passionately, our tongues intertwined slowly with our rings touching. I was so into the kiss that I felt myself cum without you even doing anything but just rewarding me with a kiss. You then began to work your way down on my body. You kissed me softly on my neck, my shoulder blade, then down to my chest. As you were doing this, you un-strapped my bra exposing my black pearls that were so hard like cut diamonds. You began to suckle on them and I began to moan and enjoying your lips over my body. As you enjoyed my pearls, you lifted me up and my legs were wrapped around your waist. I can feel your dick bulging out of your boxers wanting to enter into my warm, throbbing, tight, wet kitty. You laid me down onto our king sized bed that was covered with silk sheets. I love the way that felt over my body, but I wanted to feel you instead. You lay on top of me kissing me again all over and worked your way down. You gradually took my panties off with your teeth and threw them across the room. You than began to touch me all over and worked your way down once more. You lifted my ass up and took both my legs over your shoulder. As you reached down to my kitty, you took your forefinger and began to caress my swollen, bulging clitoris and began to take part in with it with your tongue. How I loved the way you made me feel. You ate me out so slowly but surely to make me cum more than five times. You made sure you licked all around my sensitive spots and suckle on my clitoris so slowly that it made me go crazy. Boy, you sure knew how to please me. As you were done with your meal you stood up to take your boxers off. However, I insisted on doing that myself. I crawled toward the edge of the bed and held you by the waist and stared at you deeply into your eyes. I then worked my tongue around your belly button that was imprinted by a sun tattoo around it. I pulled your boxers down slowly and bit my bottom lip mesmerizing how I’m lucky to have a man with the dick you carry in your pants. Your dick was so thick, big, and juicy that I didn’t know where to begin. But I had to taste you, I had to catch that precum that coming out of the head of your dick. As I finally tasted you, I favored every taste after each stroke of sucking it. I loved to suck on your dick and hear my baby moan. I loved the way I made you feel. I sucked and deep throated that bad boy, and I know I was good at that. You finally came, but respectfully pulled out my mouth. After all that I moved my body back onto the middle of bed and motioned my finger towards me. You came and inserted your hard dick into my wet pussy. Mmmmmm, the feeling of your dick inside of me made me go crazy. Your strokes were nice and slow. You looked into my eyes deeply and kissed me passionately letting us taste each other at the same time. Each stroke you took was slow but hard, which was such a good feeling. You than began to go faster, and the faster you went and also harder, the more I can feel myself coming to an orgasm. I came four times as you fucked me lying down. I than climbed on top of you, which I knew was your favorite. I rode you like it was my last time of seeing the lights of day light. After I came again, you held me and lifted me off and got me into a doggy position, which you knew was my favorite. You held me by the waist and gave it to me real good. As you gave it to me, you knew I was enjoying it. I was in pain, but the feeling was too good. The feeling was always good. I knew when you were about to come, you would hold me real tight by the waist and pound your dick into my pussy even harder. After a couple of times pounding your dick into me, you finally came. But I knew it was just not over yet. Your dick seemed to have a mind of its own, like it was not just quite yet finished with me. You took me off the bed and carried me to the wall, and fucked the daylights out of me once again as my back was onto the wall. As you were doing this, I would grind my pussy onto you dick. Boy that made you go crazy! Such sensation coming from both of us was just so good to both of us.

We both came and we continued on that night everywhere around the room. I never noticed how big our room was until that night we fucked. But the night ended beautiful. We were by the fireplace, both naked with sweat hitting upon our chocolate bodies. You pulled the sheets off the bed and placed it right beside the fireplace and our bodies lay right upon it. Right there and then, that’s when we made love in so long. We started off crazy, but ended the night beautifully, exploring each others bodies once again with treasure. We made love till the sun rise, cherishing every spare moment that pasted.

Only God Can Judge Me...

Hate Being Ignored...

I dont know what to really write on this, but what ever comes out, basically that is what I am feeling....

So... Here:

One thing I hate, is being IGNORED!! I dont understand what is the point of ignoring me or people in general. I mean, be real about shit. If there is a conflict that you may have with a person or me... come correct and speak your mind. I'm not going to bite and I certainly do not think other people will do the same. For real, what the fuck is the point of someone ignoring another person? That shit gets me frustrated to the point where I just start spitting words out that are hurtful. I just think that is like 3rd grade act and the person just needs to grow up. That shit urks me to the fullest. I mean, I voice out something, you pretend not to hear me... WTF!? C'mon... grow up. What is the point of doing all that? I know I shouldn't care, but damn... there is a time when people do it to the extreme, which is not necessary, honestly! I get this from friends to family. And the thing is, when it comes from a family member, it HURTS.

That shit happens almost everyday. I hate it even more when I'm voicing my opinion or anything in general, people act like they didn't hear it. I can not stand that. Honestly, I'm in college, not the 7th grade. People need to GROW THE FUCK UP and GET OVER WHAT IS BOTHERING THEM! I'm not the one to really let things out. Most of the time I just hold everything, but I wouldnt ignore you. Eventually I'll let things out, but it's childish to be sitting there and ignoring people....

what do I look like, a retard? Plz, I don't have time for that shit.