6 Things I Love About the Women in My Generation

Demez F. White

Demez F. White

6 Things I Love About the Women in My Generation
Often I read about what the women in my generation aren’t. They aren’t like our mothers or grandmothers, they don’t cook, want to go out every other night. Would rather work towards being a CEO than a wife. You talk to one guy and it’s, “All women want to shake their ass, all women want to be like men.” You talk to another guy, “Women don’t care about marriage or love, they just want a guy with money or they want to lead the household.”

All of this has a little truth to it but there are way more good apples out here than bad. Women in our generation simply have more options. We love to romanticize the way things were in the 60’s-80’s but what we don’t talk about is most of those women stayed in abusive, unhappy marriages and relationships because they had no choice. Our women have choices so they take advantage of them. I can respect that.

These are ten things I love about the women in my generation.

Six- Education- I love an educated women. I’m not going to be politically correct on this. I’m talking a woman that reads and has good study habits. A woman that takes pride in the grades she got and how hard she worked. The women in my generation have taken higher education to another level. Especially black women who are graduating college and going to grad schools at some of the highest rates this country has ever seen. That’s cool and sexy as hell!

Five- Aggressiveness- Twenty years ago, it was considered taboo for a woman to ask a man out on a date. To call first or often, to offer to pay for drinks or buy dinner; that isn’t the case anymore. I still think it’s up to us as men to set the standard and be the aggressor but it’s okay for a woman to make it happen every now and again.

Four- Sex Appeal- I can be hard on women that show too much, that tell too much. The world doesn’t need to see you in your panties or a dress that barely covers your ass cheeks but women today have a sense of sex appeal that women back then just didn’t have. Some take it to the extreme, others wear it just right.

Three- Ambition- I have no problem with a woman that wants to be a mother and wife and make that her career. That’s not easy. What women in my generation have that women in other times didn’t is the ability to take over the world! They own businesses, walk into companies in leadership positions. There’s no intimidation or fear when it comes to, “I know I can do this job!” I love that and women are only going to get more empowered as society grows.

Two- Family- In every family there’s one person that’s the go-to person. Someone everyone comes to when they need to talk or need money. It used to be the older brother or successful uncle. More and more often that person is becoming the single, successful woman in the family. She’s the one that has to look out for her nieces and nephews and brother. It’s not an easy thing to do, to take on that responsibility and still try and find your happiness. That’s so cool to me.

One- Diversity- You can’t put the women of my generation, of our generation in a box. A woman can be at a Drake or Jay Z concert on a Friday night taking shots and selfies and on Saturday morning be volunteering at Red Cross. She can talk to you about pop culture on a date and on that same date talk to you about how to better manage your 401k. In every civilization women have always been second class citizens. That’s not the case anymore, especially today, especially with the women that I know, that I respect. Most of them make more money than me, have the same wit and charm and humor as me. Not to mention they love scotch and a good cigar just as much.

For all the foolishness that we put on each other. For all the bad mouthing and self loathing we live in a generation of women that are tailor made that help us build Kingdoms. If we stop fighting with each other and mocking each other and looking for the worst in every person we meet, we can see it.

Demez F. Whtie

Skype Dates… Phone Sex & Oral Pleasures

“Tell me what you want!”

Those were always her first words. No matter if she was sitting in my lap, on my face or on a computer screen.

Five words that passed through her pouty lips flawlessly and never failed to get her what she wanted.

“Tell me what you want. I’m not asking again!”

Today she wasn’t on my lap or in my passenger seat. Today she was on my computer screen doing what she did best.

Seducing me. She knew physical pleasure wasn’t something I had a hard time getting. But mental pleasure was elusive and right now she was mind fucking me from 50 miles away.

“I want you to sit back against the headboard so I can see your entire body.” Right now all I could see was her face and neck.

“Say please.” She was mocking me; seeing her do what she was about do was worth a ‘please.’

I mouthed it. She pushed the MAC away where I could see the top of her breast. It was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“I can’t hear you.”

“Please.” She licked her lips and pushed the computer back again. Her entire body came into view. The only thing she was wearing was a pair of purple lace boy shorts.

Sitting Indian style, her hands palm down on the bed, her hair on her shoulders all I wanted to do was soak her in.

“I want you to close your eyes.” She smiled and closed them.

“Take your right middle finger and suck it for me. Make it really wet… That’s good, now take that finger and rub your clit for me.”

I could see her breathing start to change. Her smile was fading and her posture was loosening.

“Okay baby… Whatever you want! Am I doing it right?!”

I put my hand on the computer screen where her nipple was like I would be able to feel it from here.

“Don’t rush, take your time and enjoy the feeling. Close your eyes tighter and imagine that the feeling you’re feeling inside your panties is coming from my tongue. I’m biting the inside of your left thigh while my fingers are inside of you. I’m licking your juices off your right thigh while you try and squeeze your legs shut.”

“I can feel your tongue baby! I can feel it!” She was speeding up and her moans were echoing thru the speakers on my desk. The wet, squishy sound was the only noise I could hear.

“Can you taste this?! Can you breathe baby! I’m sooooo wet right now!”

She grabbed the vibrator that was under her pillow and sat in down next to her. Never opening her eyes, never losing the rhythm she had going inside her panties.

“Are you cumming baby? Does my tongue feel good? Can I put it inside of you?”

My voice rose with hers, seeing the passion and heat with which she was moving made me want to make her cum that much harder.

“Open your legs wider and take your panties off.” She slid them off and sucked her fingers dry before she picked up the thick black vibrating dildo. She opened her eyes and wrapped her mouth around the hard piece of plastic.

“I can’t wait to have you in my mouth!” She was licking the tip and rubbing her breast.

“Put me inside of you baby.”

To be continued…