…Or maybe just in hibernation.
Call it a business move, or something more personal than that. I’m a self proclaimed Black Female Nudethusiast, but if you notice, all of the nude pictures of me are gone from this site. They maybe be floating around there in cyberspace somewhere, and that is something I cannot control. But I’ve been moved by Spirit to turn over a new olive leaf (Adam and Eve reference…the leaf that covers their genitals in the nice paintings).
When Spirit speaks, you listen. When it calls you answer. When it instructs, you obey. If anyone knows what I mean, holla if you hear me.
There really isn’t anything else to say about the matter.
Well maybe there is. You see, I’m a freelance writer and I use this in my profile as a part of my portfolio. I don’t want my clients to see me nude. That is a service they AREN’T paying for. But they do want my words and storytelling abilities via my custom erotica service. That I give them and I serve it up very, very well.
And neither is anyone else. I think I’ve found a nice safe outlet for my nudies and I’m happy with that. I think for a time I just needed to get them out there, it was my way of celebrating freedom and personal liberation. They may return, in calendar form. In coffee table book form, in digital e-book form…but for now, this space can’t hold the full magnanimity that is then energy of the image of my naked body right; I know my power now.
A man who wanted to date me demanded that I take these photos down. He didn’t last long in my life.
The man I’m seeing now is a photographer. Go figure. While he’s spoken to me about the permanence of anything you post, and his words have penetrated deeper that I may have wanted to admit at one time, I feel that being open minded about needing to take them down at some point is something helped me do. I made the decision on my own, by deciding to obey the instructions of my ancestors, but I certainly enjoy the freedom I feel from this man who doesn’t insist on owning the rights to my body. Nobody can truly do that. It goes against why I even created this blog.
It’s a space for pleasure and creativity to thrive. But there’s a context for everything, and things change. I’ve changed. And change is good. It’s soooooo good.
Eat my pussy eat my pussy eat my pussy! Eat all the honey and coconut oil out! Till the cows come home. Till your mouth gets tired, and longer. Till I’m begging you to fuck me, shove that rock hard chocolate cock inside of me, then take your dick out, and put your face in my pussy again. Eat me from every position. Eat me from the back with your nose in my asshole, while I’m on my back with my legs in the air, while I’m riding your face and rivers of soma are spilling out of the sides of your mouth, while we’re both laying on our side and my thighs are sandwiching your cheeks, while you’re on the couch and I’m straddling your face while you’re holding on so tight to my thighs, digging your finger tips in my skin….
You’re pleasing me, you’re loving it, you’re groaning, you’re telling me I tastes so good…you’re not caring when my roommates come home, you don’t care if my sister is there, you pin me down and tell me you want that tongue to go as deep inside my honey canal as it will go. You spread my cheeks wide open and your tongue slips down to my ass. I am crying crying crying because I know once we have reached this threshold there is no turning back. You are holding me after I am shaking with orgasms we created together. You are humming on my clit, sucking on her, making all kinds of delicious and sucky, spitty, smacky noises, with your juicy mouth mmmm! You smack my ass with delight! You’re dick is has hard as a stainless steel beam and you cum when I do…you have been initiated, you know your desire to please me has made you that much more of a man.
Now here is when the posts start to get juicy, and I’m loving the direction this blog is taking. Did you know I started a sex diary at 16, when I was still a virgin? I think there was an entire year where I did nothing but think about sex and masturbate. I would literally stay in my room for hours at a time trying to make myself cum. One of the topics that came up recently while talking to a few sisters online was ass licking. A woman posed a question: “Do you like having your ass licked?” Well, do you? Lol. I know I do. But it didn’t start out that way….
The first porn dvd that I bought that ever focused on ass worship was called “Lick the Can.” It was high quality porn, very arousing. But it wasn’t until a few years later that someone actually had done it for me. They turned me off from it for years to come, because who likes to feel numb during any sex act? It can be a total waste of time, and during love making there is no time to be wasted unless it’s pleasurable.
He told me to go take a bath. I was very submissive to him, and that in itself was interesting. I came back in the room, cold from the draft of air, nervous, wearing nothing but a towel. I put on my pj’s, a tank top and little cotton shorts, and I got into bed. He was watching cable tv and I was lying on my stomach. He rolled my little cotton shorts down my long legs, the shorts left little to the imagination anyway, my ass checks peeked out from the bottom, and he proceeded to massage my gluteus maximus. “Mmmm…” I moaned, it felt so good, to have these muscles kneaded that were barely touched except by, a g-string, jeans, black pants, and a dirty subway seat. He tickled me with his small pecks, kisses, and licks on my round, brown, ass. I was getting wet, anticipating what was to come. Then he spread my cheeks wide open. I was embarrassed, I don’t think I had anyone look directly at my ass before, and I buried my face in the pillow out of shyness. The lights were one. The tv was gurgling with background noise. The he did it. He put his slimy hard muscular tongue on my asshole. He moved it around, fast, and it felt like nothing. I’m so sorry…you are not as disappointed as I was that very night in my very demented boyfriend’s apartment. I think that’s what it was…there was a emotional/spiritual/sexual disconnect–I just didn’t feel anything when he licked my can.
A few years later, I met someone with whom I had an instant sexual connection. I mean we made out on the New York City streets up against a wall in broad day light. It was that intense. While I’ll never know whether or not it was a case of it burning out quickly or “out of sight out of mind, I do recall an ass licking experience with this man that surpassed the previous one by far. We were, what my good friend calls “going at it,” and he had turned me around with my ass right up against his hard and wet dick, which he had just pulled out of my throbbing pussy, I thought it was going to be a simple case of him hitting it from the back, but suddenly I felt my ass checks curtly pulled apart and his moist and wiggly tongue massaging my hole. I was moaning then, and it almost makes me moan now to think of how good it felt, and I even thought about the last time, although probably not during the act. I was in too much bliss to do comparisons until after my pussy had gone back to it’s normal wetness..not drip dripping like it was when he was eating my ass.
Different people can do different things to you, for you, on you, and it can feel different every time. I’ve never even thought of returning the favor, especially on a man, but I think there is something dirty-sexy about licking someone’s ass. I find it to the ultimate in submission and enthusiasm to please, which is an element that makes any sex partner immensely more desirable. An inevitable part of ass worship, tossing salad, ass-licking, rimming…whatever you choose to name this illicitly desirable act, I hope your ass enjoys it.