I listen ...

to her crying on the other end about how she is sitting home PMSing and wanting so badly a family. Each year this season comes at her like a fast ball...struggling between what is on the rightside of her, spiritual identity, and the time passing as she awaits to have a full unit family.

She says she finds this pattern each year, at least in the past couple and always on her knees asking for it. She wonders if she stops asking for it, maybe it would come. Its not like she doesn't have offers on the table, but those two local offers are: one married and seeking extra martial affair, plus a child. the other is older than she wants and verifiable iritating.

I listen and I tell her..don't give up on her wish, keep asking for it.

MR. OMEGA- Final Chapter

Just to think Mr. Omega himself was spotted on one of my web-love sights. There he was, full smile and a profile perfect picture to remember. He was dark, sensous looking, attentive, fresh looking, and did he have a set of soup coolers on him! Yum-Yum-Yum!

I exhale in pure expressions of calmness, of admiirable qualities. I don't even knw him, nbut my mind tells me...act now! Send him your telephone number. Well, Lady, this hasn't happened in the past few times you have tried this love search. I can recount maybe two to four times exchanging telephone numbers for me was usual.

But I did it the last serious time it ended up turning out to be nothing because the brother lacked chemistry. But Mr. Omega, who turns out to be number two is so ideal.

I say ideal in the sense (not knowing him) that he is the desired age, desired height, desirable qualities he shares in his conversation about his respect for family and the world wide love he has for the special lady in his life, his mother.

I was always taught that if a man loves his mother, he will love and respect his wife. Listening to Mr. Omega, this seems to be his intent. Especially when he shared that he speaks with her at least 2-3 times per week. Its not that often I hear that from a man's mouth.

Mr. Omega is someone my sisterfriend dreamed of weeks ago, but it was for her, so she thought. As I write this, I smile, because each of us are search for Mr. Omega, the completion.

I hope that Mr. Omega and I will go forward with love, respect, and the perfect union.

I am tired of the game.

Night Before We Sleep

We start off webcamming each other, each time exposing little parts of our body. Over time, we continued this nightly before we would retire to sleep.

We would met up at 10pm, each nite. I in tow with my glass of wine and previous long hot bathe, and one fat joint. Feeling good as usual, as the grass was green enough for me to have me feeling extra horney. This time, I imagined him coming over instead of continuing on this camera. I was needed to feel him, this has been going on for about 3 months now and I square to you, I have cobb webbs in my pussy walls.

You see we are getting married, soon and we made a committment to not have sex until we married. We feel in love so fast over the course of time we met, that I waited it out for him. I guess with a past like mine, it did make a difference for me to see the package, which was long and had such a full round dick head. Yummy!

Since we announced our engagement, we have started having webcam sex because we can't wait to be together. Nobody knows this, but it has been fun. I wear all kinds of sexy lingirie and toys, he would stroke his long hard juicy dick for me.

I couldn't wait to taste it. My honey dip would take show me his tongue tricks by using different fruits and whip cream. I couldn't wait until he took my whole body in his mouth and shower me with his tongue.

The night before we got married, we stayed on the same compound. My cottage was to the east and his to the west. We both carried our computer with us. After all the festivities we over, we all retreated to our respectable sleeping quarters.
This night, while I was meeting with my husband to be on our webcam, I was lying on my back so that my pussy was facing the camera and massaging my lips.

As I was doing this, all of a sudden my soon to be husband came running with his dick in hand. Yummy!

I ain't cumming with u!

Here i sit, another day in the other room after having you fuck me. or so call fuck me by your terms. what kind of shit is it that you no longer eat my pussy. did you know thats what made sex with me good with you. did you know that your dick is so short that it after just a few strokes of my pussy, it gives way to you cumming. leaving me looking at the ceiling and tears running down the side of my eyes. did you not know that i need to cum too! you self-ish, short dick motherfucker.

and i wonder often why i find myself morning after morning in the other room watching other folks fuck. only wishing it were me in the damn dvd movie. it seems i can't cum fucking you. and yes, i done told your ass over and over again, but you seem to try to pacify me with that "i'm gonna work on it shit"

well, first things first....
1. i aint had a missionary style fuck from you ever cause your belly is too big

2. your dick ain't long enough to reach me for a true spoon fuck

3. your dick ain't long enough for you to sit in front of me either- so stop trying that shit

4. you had one of the best damn tongues ever, unless I was naive when we met

5. i gave your little dick ass a try and you still don't even try to satisfy

6. i done had enough of the "X" style fucking so you can get your short-nut off, whilst I sit and look at the ceiling

7. as you noticed, i've been too sleepy to climb on your of your ass, my fucking legs hurt after riding your ass. And matter of fact, I still don't cum! Why walk around like I been riding a horse, when damn well, I am clogged up with cum!

Last Nite

I dropped off my girlfriend, G, after a day at the beach. She had so much drama dealing with her vehicle that we decided to hang at the bay until it was time to pick it up.

We complained about how the sky looked so gray and it looked as if tropical storm Bertha was headed our way. I stuck my feet in the ocean and man, was it cold.

We brought along some wine and a couple of cups to enjoy our stay. I told her that I had a surprise for her...two men! G was such a simple girl, who had lived such a sheltered life. I sent a text message to my friend, who was a tall thick-accented Rasta. With such large hands, I knew that he had a package to my liking.

He looked like a Blair Underwood Rasta! O Lawd!

They met us to the beach.

The Cruise - Massage

After dating Franco for the past couple years, off and on, I realize that something is odd. What I mean is Franco is so trusting of people, namely his three friends. Franco and I once went on a cruise with his friend, Donovan. He was from Dominiqa. Carmel complexed, slender build, great white teeth, and money! Donovan always had on his arm, so tender roni looking chic, and probably have his age. Anyway, we always had a good time because Dononvan was always so hyper.

I found a note in his suitcase, looked like it was there for some time. A little dated and possible a luggage he doesn't take with him too often. He was showering and I glanced at it. It was a promissory note to an unknown person and Franco's signature about $10,000. It was dated mid-last year. So I put it back the way I found it and got out the rest of our things.

We all met up on the top floor of the ship to a private spa just for the four of us.
The room was set up so that each couple could be privately alongside the next couple. They accomplished this by placing a bamboo room divider in this one large room that looked like a loft. It was so cool, romantic Caribbean. Each massage therapist, four total! Gave us a little white business card which explained to each of us the services we would receive and that the owner's specific purpose was that all guest are to relax and live in the moment. Some quote by NINA BLUE. And the last line red, no talking will be done, moaning only, to release any tension that the massage therapist (MT) gave a right touch to.

My MT was a tall, dark haired white man with strong features. I couldn't tell what his nationality was, and especially not hearing his voice. So anyway he was warm and his touch send electrical shocks and waves through my body. As he touched the temple of my head, he poured hot oil down my chakra and in a matter of minutes, I closed my eyes. I was completely closed me off in another area from Franco, who was being handled by a petite female with perky tits.

My MT moved on to my shoulders, I was lying on my back on the table. I was totally naked lying underneath cream silky linen fabric. My nipples were erect showing right through the covering. I didn't care. I kept breathing like we were taught in the pilates class earlier. He massaged the front and back of my body, never touching my midsection (ass & pussy).

The message had my breathing in sort of a rhythm that seemed to catch the sound of the ocean, playing in the background. I opened my eyes and pointed my MT's hand toward my breast. Giving permission for him to massage them, I enjoyed pleasurable moments of his fingers moving in small circles, slowly around the darkest area of my breast, only to lead his tongue filled with ice around my nipples. Mmmmm is my first response, because my breast are so sensitive and had been so neglected by Franco. I moaned again, this time, he is standing overtop of me, never once laying on top of me. He made love to my breast, each for 15 minutes, and my breast stand erect like a ready dick!

Although when he finished with me, I stood up, only to fall down and I making a slight noise. My MT grabbed me quickly right before I hit the floor. He then helped me us, without saying a word. As I stood up, he held me with his hands grabbing my waist as if we are doing Quadrille dance. I am trying to hold the covering up to keep my body covered, but my breast continue to hang out. I quickly turn around to look at the massage table, and see nothing but a large circle of wetness. Oppps, thats the area where my ass and pussy were. I was embarrassed, I had cum all over his table from his touching me.

#43 at Swingers Club

I attended my first swinger's club lastnite. Let me tell you, it was an experience.
We all had to come dressed in feather eye masks, sort of those you would see during the Mardi Gras.

I come in tote with my Music CD collection. You see I had just received a stash of soul music from the mainland.

I sent a text message to the guy with #43 on his sleeve. You see this place had a no-talk policy once you entered the suite. Demman supplied each visitor with this palm devices so that you can communicate with the person(s) of your interest. Each person was also assigned a patch to put on your sleeve to display your contact number. Guess what? Mine was "69" So, as I proceed to the cocktail area, there was this bar set up with all kinds of condoms, lubrication, toys, and fresh fruit-for-two bowls. Did I forget to mention that melting pots of cheese, chocolate, and carmel were available. I wasn't sure if the man would dip his charlie into the warm substance. But as my imagination started developing after my on-set of nervousness disappeared, I relaxed.

I am so glad that my eyes are masked, and no one can see the shape of them.

I planned on being cat girl tonight. I am horny as fuck after having dealt with some cheap paying motherfuckers with short dicks. I seem to be in a contest to see who can get the shortest dick (length and timing) So I am so ready for some missionary, hair pulling sucking and fucking tonight. No money making tonight, pure pleasure.


My text to number #43 read, I am interested in arching my back high for you and squirting my hot oil over you.

Reply to #69 - I am full of diesel oil and I would be interested in putting strawberries around your pussy, but you have to sit on top of the glass table, that has the black light underneath.

Text to #43 - your dick is incredibly long and rubbery..it is all yours?

Reply from #69 - meet me in room 342 in 5 minutes. its my private suite all decked out in Mahogany Wood with bed post. I will be there sitting and waiting for your arrival, dick and tongue, in tow.

Singing

I am such a sex kitten. I love touching, licking, freaking, and smelling. I love the sounds of "um and ah" after some touching and looking. So, I head to the office for the day. I am casually dressed in a flowing green skirt, with a nice wrap shirt. Flats for me, mostly sandals.

I am feeling good after leaving my set last night. I performed for my third time in public and have been getting a great response. I am still visually seeing the crowd last night, as I perform some cover hits of Lizz Wright's Salt, Cassandra Wilson's Death Letter Blues. I was in this bluesy kind of mood. It seems to work here, since there are not too many Soul and Blues singers on the island.

During my performance, there was this guy in the audience, who actually was sitting at a round table right near the man-made stage. He smiled the entire time. He face was pleasant. His teeth were bleached white, almost looked like some dude from Kenya. (I seem to attract all non-American men. My friends call me Foreign guy magnet.

Anyway, at the end of the show, I went to the dressing room. There on my make-up table, also know as a desk. A beautiful vase of red flowers, which looked freshly picked. I reached for the card, it read "I cannot help but think of you all the time, since I first heard you practice months ago. I will be the one in the front row smiling at you during your entire set."





Well, immediately my memory flashes back to the one person who sat there. As I remember, he had a red flower on the lapel of his suit jacket. He was dressed very casually.

to be continued....

Plantations by Name & Class

Good Morning Senator So and So, Litentnate Governor, and guest. I am so humble to be in your presence. It is with great honor that I present my most important sense of giving you honor and praise everytime I see you or a member of your family.

{what am i thinking here is how slaves honored their estates/plantations}

Antonio and Juan Melee

After traveling the whole island for the day, I sat near the sea to rest and relax my thoughts in the beautiful colored water.


I bought along my usual green stash of herb and some drinking water. I couldn't get it out of my head, after hearing my business aired at the local bakery this morning when I walked in. I was next in line to order some coconut cookie drops for the office. When all of a sudden, I overheard a women speaking in Spanish, pointing and saying "that's that bitch right there." Well, since I had my Gucci glasses on and looking so fabulous, I knew she wasn't referring to me. Who the fuck is she. Obviously she didn't know that I speak 6 languages and Spanish is one of them. So I continued as if I didn't hear her. She couldn't see my eyes behind my shades. I stood very tall amongst them, as I was also sporting my fly shoes

I can't help that I bring style and class to the Caribbean. Well anyway, I overhead the mentioning of Antonio, who is my ex-lover's friend. He admired me and my ex in our face and talked much meelee behind our backs. He wanted my goodies from day one he laid his eyes on me.


I ran into him after leaving the beach, we had lunch. As usual, alone he would always pay me a compliment, using his Island style creole, of 'woman, ya kno' ya lookin sweet. Big boy ain't hitting it right.' I smiled and sipped on my rum.

He was saying things about how young and beautiful I was to some other menfolk, when all of a sudden he starting saying how much I confide in him about Juan's erectile dysfunction. How he understood that I was probably craving something long and hard that could go on for hours. He mentioned that I needed something good and lasting and he could confidentially do the job. As usual, I would play him off by smiling and saying that I can handle my own and never discussing with him the ins and outs of my displeasure with Juan's unsatisfactory dick.


After a few more rum & coke, I remembered back earlier about what I overheard at the bakery. It was this dirty mouth, motherfucker that dem Spanish women were talking about. It was Antonio spreading melee about fucking me, when damn well I heard his dick was broke too!



I guess fantasizing is all Antonio and Juan can both do, since both them motherfuckers have erectile dysfunction/cum2fast itius.