Why Men Love Mentally Stimulating Women

156962_10150323498710174_881165173_16061373_5591716_nOne- Random conversations; with technology at an all time high. FB chat, BB chat, Google chat, email, texting, messaging, the days of talking to someone on the phone often are becoming a thing of the past. So the concept of having a real hour long mentally stimulating conversation is maybe one of the sexiest things ever. When I hang up the phone my mind is just open because of her voice, her intelligence, her ability to absorb information and react. Yes… Phone conversations about politics, religion, life, love, real life issues can be so cool with the right smart woman.

Two- Natural Charm; charm is by far one of the most overlooked qualities on a woman. It often gets confused with flirting but it’s not even close. You can teach someone how to flirt but you can’t teach charm. Intelligent women usually have this natural ability to make you smile because they have the sense to know what works. If a man is mad she knows a joke to tell, if he’s sad she knows the right words to make him happy. Being able to recognize a problem and fix it in a manner of minutes isn’t something a basic chick can do.

Three- Situation and Circumstance; I’ve met so many women that carry themselves so ladylike, so elegantly and once I get to know them. Once we get comfortable, it’s all Jay Z, lets get drunk, what’s up homie… See intelligence isn’t always being prim and proper, a lot of times it’s about knowing when to be prim and proper. If I take her to my brother’s house for a fight and we’re drinking and talking noise, having a good time. She’s not setting the party off if she starts to talk about the mortgage prices or our Senate’s inability to get anything passed. By her seeing the crowd and seeing what everyone is about and adapting to that situation, she just showcased that beautiful brain of hers.

Four- Makes Date Nights Amazing; Have you ever tried to take someone that didn’t like history to a museum, it is just a waste of time. Talking about Plato or Caesar or Picasso to a woman that wants nothing to do with it. It’s not her fault she has no interest in history but when you take culture out of a relationship or date it becomes a bunch of drinking and reality show talk. I like exhibits and walking from restaurant to restaurant on a Sunday in City Centre drinking and talking about art. Not even in a geeky way but in a relaxing, calm way. Artists have the most interesting background stories and they make for perfect conversations.

Five- I’m a Freaking Writer!!!!; I write almost everyday of my life so the idea of having a woman that likes to read and give real feedback and make real corrections is so appealing to me. Women often mistake blind co-signing or random negative feedback for FEEDBACK… But real feedback is different, it just has a different vibe. Like I know she read it and I her opinions just make sense because she can explain herself and articulate herself.

At the end of the day beautiful women are everywhere and if you have charm or money or looks you can get one easy. Hell, lame guys can luck up on a fine woman. But you can’t luck up on a woman that’s an intellectual superstar because she just expects more, she just wants more.



At The Same Damn Time… Consenting Adults

“Puttin on makeup, updatin my Facebook at the same damn time. Gettin ready to see the Lakers lose and get drunk at the same damn time! Ayeeee” She was standing in the bathroom mirror, the trendy song of the hour blasting through the Bose speakers in the living room.

If any one of her associates at her firm could see her now. No bra, no panties, one of my old dress shirts on, to buttons holding those c-cups in place. A half drunken Corona on the sink, curlers in her hand.

They were down 0-2 and she wasn’t going to let me forget about it.

“Watchin Kobe shoot bricks and Bynum pout at the same damn time!” She sat the curlers down and walked into the bedroom laughing like her raps were the funniest thing ever. I was a sore loser and we were playing for high stakes.

If I lose we have to go to the dealership and I put a down payment on her a new car. If I win I get to record us having sex in and around the hot tub in the back yard.

So needless to say her rap was pissing me off but the way her thighs were looking in the shirt and even with half curled hair she had me standing at attention.

“Stop pouting baaaby… Come here, let mama kiss it and make it better.” My resolve was weakening. She got in the bed and got behind me on her knees. With the Crown Black warming my body and the feel of her hands on my chest how the hell was I supposed to be mad?

“Kissing my mans ear and rubbin his dick at the same damn time. Being wet and ready to fuck at the same damn time!” The song changed but the new lyrics she was whispering in my ear deserved a fucking Grammy!

I turned around and she stood up on the bed. I was eye level with my best friend. She tore the shirt open and the two buttons popped.

I’d buy a new shirt.

I could never get tired of seeing her naked, half curled hair and all. “You do know if I let you get this pussy we’ll miss the first half of the Lakers losing right?” She backed away from me and started laughing.

I jumped on the bed and she jumped down and started running. She was screaming running down the hallway! “You have to catch what you want to eat around here!!!”

It was no easy task running through a house in the dark drunk with a hard dick but I caught her and we fell to the floor. The hardwood was cold on her back, I could see the goosebumps so I caught her left nipple in my mouth.

“Baaaby, put it inside of me. I’m coooold.” With every word she bit my lip and licked my tongue. I loved kissing her.

When I pulled my pajama pants down she grabbed my ass and pushed down. It was incredibly wet, incredibly warm.

Fuck the Lakers tonight!

12 Play His Pleasure…

For 1-6 I talked about pleasing her. Touching her body, kissing her body, caressing and bringing out that comfort level that turns her into a freak. The whole reason any man should be so giving is because the more you give, the more she’s going to give when the time comes. So 7-12 will be about receiving pleasure from a man’s point of view.

Seven- Female Aggression– There is nothing sexier than a woman that knows what she wants is willing to go for it. This isn’t 1964, being shy isn’t cute. When her hand rubs my thigh or she sticks the tip of her finger in my mouth after she’s touched herself right before she kisses me… Her confidence shouldn’t waiver. Whether she’s in a t-shirt and panties or a negligee and pumps.  I want to look into her eyes and know that she knows her sexual prowess is the truth. It always starts with the vibe.

Eight- Scenery– I’ve never understood this newfound fascination with a woman being completely waxed. If it’s trimmed and fresh what man is going to complain? Foreplay isn’t just physical it’s mostly mental and that starts with what I’m looking at. Thongs and lace panties aren’t necessary. If she’s wearing purple boxers and a tank top I’m going to be just as aroused. Hair excites me, the feel of it on my face while we’re kissing, pulling it aside while I bite her neck. Smelling or lotion or shampoo or perfume. It’s all apart of the scenery, losing myself in her. She’s controlling me with all the things that make her a woman.

Nine- Honesty– Most women have no problem telling you what makes them cum when you’re trying to pleasure them. Lick there, slow down, speed up, less fingers. I’m the same exact way. I appreciate nasty, I appreciate her looking up at me while I’m in her mouth. I appreciate her moans and saliva. One of the most sensitive parts on a woman is that space between her vagina and ass. Light pressure to her anus while working the other pleasure points is golden. It’s not the same with men but I do love the feel of her hands on my stomach or legs while she’s performing. And because when I was pleasing her I was so focused she’ll be just as focused on me getting mines.

Ten- Positions– There are two positions that give me life during sex. And they both have just as much to do with her being in control as they do with my watching her. Seeing a woman bent over a couch or on all fours, her back arched on the bed, her looking back and telling me… ‘It’s yours.’ That feeling of watching her ass jiggle and her push it back. The give and take that comes with that position. It’s glorious! The other is her being on top, looking at me, kissing me. Grabbing my neck and scratching me. I’m very much a fan of roughness. Aggression equals lust. And it’s even better with clothes on, a dress or skirt raised; panties pulled to the side. Breast falling out the top of the bra. Biting her collarbone and telling her how much I’ve missed her, how much I’ve needed this.

Eleven- Pillowtalk– I’ll keep this simple, it’s the moments after the pleasure is over and our bodies are satisfied that we’re sitting in each others arms and just talking. It could be about life, about love, about anything. It’s quality time. Pillow talk is the difference between fucking and making love.  

Twelve- Virtual Stimulation– That text that comes later that night or the next morning. A smiley face, something more vivid, it doesn’t matter because they all mean the same. I’m glowing today because you did your thing!

12 Play… Her Plays

Six– Pleasure works both ways, pleasure is control. Pleasure is life in the moment! He was giving me these blasts of pleasure and I was starting to lose control, I couldn’t lose control, not yet. His fingers were moving inside of me at a pace that was breathtaking.

I needed to take back control.

“You’re hard, let see it. Take it out now! I’m going to suck your dick like I’m mad at it!”

Running my hand over the head, feeling the vein running down the side, cupping his balls. My hands were small and I knew he loved that. So I took advantage of it, I made sure he saw my hand moving. No mouth, no jacking him off. Just touching it, rubbing it, teasing it.

Seven– He loved his hair, it was soft, a good grade. Touching it made him smile, when he was eating me, playing in his hair made his tongue flick back and forth faster. His hair was like a remote control and my pussy was the TV.

“Do you want me to suck you dick like I’m mad at it?” My hand was still rubbing the head, his eyes were pleading.

“Yes!” His voice was low.

“If you want me to do that you need to promise me you want stop eating this when I’m about to cum.” My tone was serious, focused. My hand was still wrapped around his dick; my left hand was inside of me. I let him taste my fingers.

His answer was between my legs, his answer was my back against the passenger side door. His answer was my hand in his hair.

Eight- Some nights I liked it when he used his fingers, other nights all I wanted was his tongue. Tonight was a tongue night, a gentle tap on his hand and he knew what I wanted. My moaning urged him on, he loved to hear me moan. His pride was tied to my pleasure, he would be down there all night until he knew I’d cum.

“Don’t stop…. Eat this like you want me to suck your dick. Eat this like you want me to throw this condom out the window!” His voice had been in my ear, teasing me, making me wet. Now my voice was in his head pushing him to do great things with that golden tongue of his.

“I’m cuuuuuuuumiiiing……”

Nine– The smell of sex was thick in the air, his dick was even thicker hanging between the hole of his boxers. He’d done what I’d asked, I’d cum hard and he’d sucked it all up without complaint. I didn’t even want to look at my phone to see what time it was. Pleasure was taking over at the moment.

“Sit up and let your seat back and you better be hard!” His hands were on the steering wheel, I didn’t bother letting my skirt down or putting my breasts back in the proper place. Women didn’t spit so I let me mouth get wet while he was inside of me, the slurping sound thumping throughout the truck.

The harder I sucked, the more he moved in his seat, the wetter I got. The more I moved in my seat. I wanted to taste his cum, I wanted to give him the same feeling with my mouth he gave me with his but I needed it inside of me. The way it grew, the way it pushed against my throat, I needed to feel that. Ride that.

Ten– His seat was already reclined, the windows already fogged, my panties already wet beyond driving home in. They were now on the floor of the passenger side.

“You earned this pussy tonight.” My mouth found his again and straddling him felt like the most natural thing in the world. My hands on the edges of his seat, his hand on my ass, his mouth on my breast. There was no screaming, no words. Just breaths.

The feeling of him inside of me was life and death at the same time.

Life and death at the same time…

Eleven– I looked in his eyes, he looked in my eyes. I slowed down and started to grind, started to feel all the pressure he’d built up. I was supposed to get up, supposed to control the urge to feel him explode inside of me.

But lust doesn’t work like that.

Our bodies didn’t work like that.

Twelve– I love you.

Late Nights… Early Mornings

At what point is the line crossed?

When does pleasure equal insanity?

Cold mornings, looking out the window, frost on the hood of the truck. Saturday are supposed to be for sleeping in, catching up on college sports and watching shows on On Demand I was too busy to watch during the week. But how was I supposed to sleep with her lying naked in my bed, with the music playing in the back ground? Maybe it was three, four, I really can’t remember when I got the call.

I’m really drunk and they don’t have any rooms left at this hotel, one of my coworkers told me I could stay with him but he has beady eyes and I don’t trust him! I need you to come get me, I can’t drive home like this.

I looked at my phone and realized it was almost thirty degrees outside, the hotel she was at was clear across town and Saturday would be my first day of doing absolutely nothing in weeks. But she was my friend and I knew how much she hated asking for favors. Well, she was more than a friend and…

Now I was standing at the window, watching the ice on the grass melt. Hot chocolate in my hand, the music low enough so that it wouldn’t wake her. I gave her my bed, undressed her down to her panties and tucked her in. I definitely got a peek or two even though I’d seen it all before but it didn’t go past that, sex with us was toxic, explosive. My temper was bad, hers was worse and jealously was an ever present theme.

It’s something about your love that’s got me going crazy
Baby, you know I want you real bad
And girl I really like your freaky style
How can I be down with you?
So get a little closer to my ride
I wanna get to know you lady
And hip me up on how to get inside you
Listen, pretty baby

“So I wake up to the smell of hot chocolate and Kels? I should call you drunk and incoherent more often.” She took the mug out of my hands and took a sip, she didn’t hand it back.

“I saw my toothbrush was still in your bathroom, I’m guessing you didn’t let any of your groupies use it.” The smile on her face was subtle; she knew I didn’t have company over.

I took my mug back out of her hands and took a sip, “That was your toothbrush? I use it to clean from time to time.” She took the mug.

“If I didn’t have this headache, I would beat you up, so you’re lucky.” She started towards the kitchen. Small feet and hardwood floors made for no sounds, there was a sexual undertone to everything she did. I have no idea where she got a tank top from but she was wearing one with her panties. She was always comfortable in her skin.

Baby you know I’d be down
But we can’t have all these people starin’ standin’ around
This right here is only for your eyes to see
But you gettin carried away
Saying we can (Do it where ever)

The way you touching me
Like no other (I’m gonna make you feel insane)
You trying your hardest to make me give in
But I’m gonna be down to give you what you want
And if you keep it up

I strongly doubt this velvet rope hold me up
And I don’t won’t security rollin’ up on us (I got you)
I’m not hesitating I just don’t wanna rush
You could be anywhere you wanted

“What are you trying to do with this music? I just told you I have a headache but you’re playing shit that’s going to have me singing and dancing at the stove… Pass me a skillet, this kitchen is spotless, when is the last time you cooked?”

I gave up hope of getting my mug back so I pulled out another and started on another cup of hot chocolate. “It’s been awhile, I don’t do a lot of cooking but I have groceries. I figured I’d cook sooner or later. Can you make French toast?” It was cool seeing her stand at the stove, the sound of meat hitting a skillet, water running in the sink. Those sounds were foreign in this kitchen.

“I guess I can make French toast since you got me last night…” She opened the fridge and turned around, her face got serious. “Thank you, why did you do it?

I wanted to tell her I did it because I missed her, I missed this. Because women like her weren’t a dime a dozen and I would have driven to Dallas to make sure she slept in a warm bed safe and sound. But looking in her eyes I saw she needed more than that today. I needed more than that this morning.

I put the hot chocolate down and walked towards the fridge.

“How long has it been?” She smiled and turned around, she knew what I was talking about.

“I’m not telling you that.” She took out the grapes and washed them off, the smile never leaving her face.

“We’ve talked about sex before so what makes this different?” I walked to where she was, she placed a grape in my mouth.

“This is different because you’re never looking at me like you’re looking at me now when we talk about sex, it’s always on the phone. I don’t like when you look at me like this.” She put another grape in my mouth. I touched her lips, she didn’t move my hand.

“How long has it been Erica?”

“It’s been too long and you looking at me like this is just making it worse.” I took the grapes out of her hand and sat them on the counter. I picked her up and sat her on the counter.

“I was surprised you were wearing panties when I undressed you last night?” She opened her legs.

“I always wear them when I know I’m going home alone.” I raised her tank top and felt around the edges of her panties. She put her palms on the counter and arched her back.

I could see her nipples poking out the shirt, she wasn’t wearing a bra, I bit the left one, she moaned.

I bit she right one, she purred.

I slid my hand on the inside of the green panties and she was soaking wet. One finger in because she was so tight, the middle finger because it was the longest. My thumb on her clit, a come here motion going on in the inside of her pussy. A rubbing motion circling the magic button.

“You’re tight, is it hurting you?”

She could barely talk, she just shook her head no.

“Can I taste it?” I started to push another finger inside, she grabbed my head and tried to pull my lips to hers. But I wouldn’t come, I just kept fingering, kept rubbing.

“Yes! Yes! You can taste it…” I slid her panties off, picked her up and sat her on the kitchen table. I pulled the chair right up in-between her legs, kissed the inside of her thigh. Kissed the outside of her thigh, ran my tongue from her clit to her belly button and…. Neyo came on next on the shuffle.

Little mama keep your chin up, please watch me do the…nasty
I like it when you make it move fast
Mami if I pull your head back
Cause I want you to see that we look so good together
I understand that your not ready for me to make my directorial debut
featuring me but starring you
Baby that’s okay with me
Honestly this is the next best thing

She trembled, it had been a long time since a man touched her where I was touching her, it’d been an ever longer time since a man had his tongue where I had my tongue. As much as I wanted to bend her over the table and see how it would feel to put it inside I calmed myself and took my time.

We joked about pineapples and mangos, she loved juices and water, yogurt and veggies. So I wasn’t surprised when there was a sweet flavor coming from her core. The more her pussy throbbed and pulsated with me flicking the clit, the louder she got.

“I can’t remember the last time I’ve had a real orgasm.” I heard her words in my head, I heard them so clear. I remembered the conversation, she would find out orgasms were real tonight.

I sucked on her clit until her small purple nails were gripping at my hair, until her voice went from sweet to vulgar. Her ass was bouncing up and down on the table, just thirty more seconds I told myself. As good as she tasted, I knew I couldn’t stay down there too long.

A woman should never get used to you eating her the way I was eating her or else she wouldn’t want the dick.

There was a count down going on in my head…

5… 4… 3…. 2… 1…

She was leaking, it was cumming down my chin, as much as I wanted to lick her ass crack and suck it all up I just stood up.

“Why are you stopping? Don’t stop!!! I want to cum again!” The lust in her eyes was full blown, her voice was hoarse from the moaning and screaming. She was sitting on the table with her legs open, her hands rubbing the spot I’d just sucked into frenzy.

The modest woman was gone, my hands and tongue brought out the freak that was inside of every woman.

“Come here.” I wasn’t loud, I wasn’t forceful, I just said it and walked off to the living room.  I didn’t turn around but I could hear her footsteps following me, as soon as I sat on the couch she was on my lap. Straddling me, her hands around my neck, her mouth on my mouth.

“I want to see what I taste like.” She said as she licked my lips, sucked my tongue.

Every time we hung out, every time she sent a picture I imagined this moment. Imagined my lips on her lips, they were so full, so pretty, so soft, so perfect. I would have been happy lying in bed kissing her all night, I was supposed to be turning her out but she was flipping the script now.

The cold and wind were adding to the atmosphere, her hands were reaching for the drawstrings to my pajama pants, I didn’t stop her. She fell to the floor and looked up at me before she pulled it out and put it in her mouth without any hesitation. I had no choice but to close my eyes and imagine something else or else I would have cum right then and there from the feeling I was getting from my dick inside of those perfect lips.

She slurped and sucked, jacked me off and repeated the process. I looked down and watched her head bob up and down. I wouldn’t last another minute and I didn’t want to cum like this, not the first time.

Pulling her up and sitting her on my lap, I fit inside of her like a glove.

“You know you need to put on a condom right?” She said it while trying to suppress a moan.

I gripped her ass and placed my finger in her mouth, “Fuck a condom and take this dick!”

She was creaming all over me and I was meeting every thrust. Her feet were sitting on the couch, she was squatting on top and riding me like she was a seasoned pro. It was still tight as hell but we’d found a rhythm.

“You can’t cum in me honey! You can’t cum in me!”

As much as I wanted to I knew she was right, standing up, still inside of her I walked her over to the door. Her legs wrapped around my waist…

Conversations Between Adults Series III coming soon…


Walking Down the Aisle Available now…

Passion… Intensity… Life…

“Whenever she’s being bad I tell her, ‘Be nice Paris.’ So when I raise my voice she points her little finger at me and says, ‘Be nice mommy.’ All I can do is smile or laugh or hug her, after that it’s impossible to be mad. That little girl makes every day worth living, she’s getting bigger and taller everyday.”

I loved the glow she had in her eyes when she talked about her daughter. The way her tone changed and the features on her face softened. I knew a lot of moms and not all of them did what they did out of love, a lot of it was out of obligation and responsibility. Some of them pawned the child off on a mom or grandmother. But not her, if she was at the mall that little girl was right there in the stroller burning up credit cards with her.

I have this theory, you fall out of lust and into love with someone not because of their physical attributes but because of the person you see them as. Fuck what anyone else thinks or what anyone else see’s, it’s what you see. No matter how good or bad to the outside world, if she’s one of a kind in your eyes she’ll usually always be that.

“So men can’t say no to you and you can’t say no to a three year old? I guess life is ironic like that.” She smiled and took off her coat. Moved her hair from her face. I tried to suck in every detail without being too obvious.

“Apparently some men can say no to me since we’re meeting here right now? What’s going on with you and before you lie to me just know I can hear it in your voice, I see it in your face. Talk to me baby?” This is what I loved and hated about her at the same time, the way that she could see thru me, it was the reason I needed space. Being around her was no good for me, it consumed me. Because she was right, she did know when I was upset or sad or stressed and just seeing her smile, just touching her lips made it all better if even for a moment.

But the problem was it was only for a moment and I would spend the rest of my days waiting for that high again. A high that only she could provide.

“It’s just work stuff, nothing important.” She scooted towards me.

“I asked you not to lie to me, don’t act like you forgot who I am… Now tell me the truth!” Her smile was disarming. She touched me cheek and kissed me. I wanted to stop it, not because I didn’t want it but because I wouldn’t be able to control myself once it started but how can you control passion. How do you put chemistry in a bottle and not let it consume you?

It’s impossible, you can’t…

I could taste the peppermint on her tongue, “Kiss me like you miss me! Don’t fight it!” Her voice was low but the intensity was high.

The intensity was always high so no matter who I tried to get to replace her… I needed that same passion, that same hunger. Some men are driven by compliments or food, I was driven by heat, by moments that created moments that created memories.

Until next time…

Whenever I’m alone with you
You make me feel like I am home again
Whenever I’m alone with you
You make me feel like I am whole again
Whenever I’m alone with you
You make me feel like I am young again
Whenever I’m alone with you
You make me feel like I am fun again

The lyrics were in the background, totally out of the blue but the song made all the sense in the world.

Does She Kiss You Like This…

“Stop lying! You know you miss me!” She was standing too close to me, I had to back up. Why I was here in this park I didn’t know?

“You can’t even look at me, look at me and tell me you don’t miss me Demez…” I pushed her hands away, she was pulling at my shirt. I was lying to myself, I knew why I was here. But I wouldn’t tell her that.

“I don’t miss you.”

It was a beautiful day outside, I’m sure December in New York or Chicago meant snow and pea coats. In Houston it meant sixty five degree weather and sun glasses. When she asked me to meet her there was no hesitation, no anger. I was pissed at myself for not telling her to go to hell! For not telling her to leave me the fuck alone!

My mind wanted me to be angry, to be bitter but my heart wouldn’t allow that. I was disgusted at myself that the thought of seeing her aroused me. Excited me and now here I was, trying to find closure in a place that used to bring me so much pleasure.

“Do you love me?”  She was standing next to me, her head on my shoulder. Her voice confident and soft like she already knew the answer. I turned and faced the sun, maybe the light would blind me into some good sense. This bitch was poison!

I felt her arms wrap around me, her lips on the back of my neck. I turned around and put my hands on her shoulders, pushed her away with more force than I intended. She almost fell but I caught her!

“What is your fucking problem!? You know you miss me! You know you still love me! Who are you putting on this show for? It’s just me and you out here! I fucked up, I was confused and I thought that’s what I needed to do! Don’t shut me out! Don’t act like you don’t miss me!”

Her arms were folded, her oversized shades were shielding her eyes but I could see the tears. Why did her tears still mean something to me? Were they even real tears… I wanted to hold her and kiss her and tell her everything was going to be alright but our situation was still the same. He was still in her life and I’d still resent her after she drove off.

But was resentment a stronger emotion than love? Than passion? That lust…

Because right now all I could do was reach out and touch her hair, caress her face and pull her to me. We’re all addicted to something and I suppose I was addicted to her. I closed my eyes to kiss her and her lips felt like I remembered, her tongue and my tongue still meshed perfectly.

The hunger, the chemistry that was there from the beginning was still there today! But still I pushed her away, I didn’t let her go, her silk blouse was still in my hands but I pushed her away.

“Stop fighting this! Stop it! What bitch is kissing you like that!? Who do you have this kind of chemistry with!? I still get wet when I read your writing; I still touch myself when I imagine your voice put to those words! Don’t push me away, not today! Not today!”

Our cars shielded us from the people around us, she took my hand and slid it up her skirt. I tried to move it, we were in a park but she wouldn’t let it go. She wanted me to feel how wet she was, how serious she was. She took my other hand and placed it on her chest, her heart was beating a mile a minute!

“It’s beating like that because I’m here with you! And I know yours is beating the same way!” I bit my lip and rubbed the finger that was inside of her across my tongue…

“Don’t you get it!? I couldn’t share you then and I can’t share you now! The thought of him touching you, kissing you! Even being in the same fucking room with you eats me up! Being the bigger person isn’t easy for me! But I would rather watch you be happy with him than rip you in half! Can you understand that?”

She took her shades off and her pretty brown eyes were glistening from the tears. “Do you love me? Do you love me!?”

I put my head in my hands and turned away from her again.

“You are so willing to walk out of my life! Fight for me got dammit! Fight for me! Stop being the better man and act like you need me as much as I need you! Act like it kills you to see him touching me! Show me this is about more than your pride Demez… Because I’m trying to give myself to you and you’re fucking it up baby! You’re fucking it up!”

Mental Erotica…

Is there anything better than watching, looking, anticipating… What’s going to come next? There’s an art to loving a woman, you have to be intimate with more than just her body. Arousal on a physical level is easy to come by but arousal on a mental level is what makes a woman fall.

Seeing her lying on the bed, her back against the headboard, all he wanted to do was watch and all she wanted was him to watch. She got off on looking him in the eyes while she touched herself, she was turned on by the self control he had not to grab her by the ankles and pull her pussy to his lips.

Men looked at her all the time but he looked thru her, his eyes caught every perfection and every imperfection and he made sure to kiss, touch and lick each and every one before it was over.

Some nights he was rough, nasty and insatiable.

Some nights he was warm, slow and patient.

And some nights it was fast, hard and a rush.

But no matter what position or what amount of time, it was always pleasurable. Because in his mind it wasn’t real if she didn’t cum. He loosened his tie, took the gum out his mouth and placed it in the wrapper he took out his pocket. The only sounds in the room were her fingers swirling around in her cat.

Her heart started to beat faster as he approached, her breaths more ragged, her clit throbbing at the sight of his lips.

“Are you ready to cum?”

She was already cumming at the sound of his voice, at the presence he brought into the room with him. She opened her legs wider, licked her lips and moaned…

“Come make me cum!”


 If he knew one thing he knew this, it always started with the tip. The tip of a tongue, the tip of a finger, the tip of a penis. The tip of her clit, it didn’t matter, the tip was always the first to go into battle. The tip tested to see if the waters were warm, if the pussy was ready.

She lived and died with the tips of his extremities.

He knew her body almost as well as she did; it was impossible for any man to know a woman’s body better than she did but he was damn close. He watched her motion while she touched herself, he studied every movement, every rotation. He knew when he jacked off there was a certain rhythm to it, a rhythm that only he understood. So it only made sense that she had that same rhythm when she touched herself.


Lying on red satin sheets her skin felt warm, she could feel the sweat on her back, her neck. She knew she would cum big tonight, it was early in the game and her body was already reacting to the stimulation.

He got on his knees on the side of the bed, his shoes off and his jacket on the floor.

“That’s it baby, don’t stop, I love watching you make yourself cum. Do you know how fucking sexy you look right now, do you know how pretty your pussy is? I see it in your eyes, cum for me so I can make you cum again.”

His hand fingered her nipple, but he didn’t raise her shirt.

His tongue shot out and licked the tip of her ear, she moaned louder. That was one of her spots, he knew all her spots.


To Be Continued…


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