I need these tights for reasons.
I need these tights for reasons.
My Thoughts While Horny As Fuck
Anonymous said: How do you manage to have fun (sexually) with your girl while she is on her period?
First, I have no qualms about fucking My girl when she is on her period.
I don’t because she prefers not to, for multiple reasons, primarily, you wouldn’t be all that interested in sex if you had the equivalent of a stomach ache from hell.
So what I tend to do, is man the fuck up, leave My dick in My pants, and I take care of My girl.
I make sure We have pain meds handy, as well as a good selection of movies, chocolate, and ice cream.
Then I cuddle the shit out of her for as long as she wants and go the fuck away when she wants to be left alone and come back and cuddle the shit out of her again when she wants Me back.
I don’t worry about how to have fun sexually. I worry instead about how to best take care of My partner.
Best answer ever 🙌
He the real MVP
Man of the Century
Top points for this guy!
it’s sweet but honestly I don’t want to be like “omg this guy is so special and awesome and man of the century” because let’s face it, this is how you’re SUPPOSED to act
it’s like calling someone the man of the century for not, like, hitting a puppy. I mean, it’s a good thing, but it’s also something that’s supposed to be standard.
taking care of your partner when they’re not feeling well is not going above and beyond…it’s the basics of being a good partner.
Nothing to add or take away.
Now you know.
Me: can you see?
Me: can you smell my pussy?
Him: *sniffs air* no
Me: *rubs clit, sticks finger in pussy, brings said finger to his nose*
Me: What about now?
Him: *barely inhales* yes.
Me: *smiles and laughs*
Pretty sure this is true.
if you see this the first night you sleep over….she just don’t give no fucks about keeping up appearances for you. Do you KNOW all the work that goes into having your hair laid by the GAWDS!?
YOU DON’T KNOW MY LIFE!
I primped myself while looking in the mirror.
What on earth was I doing?
I had never been to a party like this before. Who was going to be there? Would I know anyone? Do people normally go by themselves to these things?
Fixing my wig and adjusting my form fitting black dress, I smiled in the mirror. I felt slightly overdressed with the ideas of men and women in grandiose outfits and maybe masks even. Either way, I looked tempting.
My favorite necklace.
Red bow in my hair.
Red Fuck Me pumps.
Even if I went to just watch, my outfit would ensure I was noticed and desired.
The drive was a familiar one seeing as I had made this same drive for the first time the night before. Yesterday was a test for myself to really see if I was as bold and free as I claimed. A clothing-optional party with a group of strangers was a leap for me even though months prior, I went to a topless tea party with only women.
The ‘naked’ party was pleasant.
I felt so beautiful and youthful and free.
Peens and puss were flying free and titties were plentiful.
After the initial shock of seeing so much skin, you learn that there is some freedom in being naked.When your goodies are just out there and the other person’s goodies are just out there, you find that you don’t need to stare. Oh but you definitely couldn’t help but appreciate all the beautiful bodies in the room.
My head was nice and big coming out of that party. I was so sad when it was time to go. Great conversation. Burlesque dancers. Booze. Snacks. Naked bodies. What more could I have asked for that night?
So are you coming tomorrow?
Will I see you tomorrow?
Please tell me you’ll be here tomorrow!
Tomorrow? What was tomorrow?! I needed to find out and I needed to be there. The whispers continued and I finally found the hostess. She advised me to send her an email and she would add me to the guest list. I whipped out my iPhone right then and there and sent her an email.
"I wouldn’t miss it for anything!" I slurred, slightly tipsy…and horny.
"Are you here for the party?" A handsomely beard man asked with a drink in his hand.
"Yes…yes I am, sugar." My inner Lioness roared. I didn’t know if it was the outfit or the cheap booze I drank before heading over that gave me this crazy confidence. I gracefully placed my hand in his as helped me out of my silver SUV. I could hear him inhale sharply. My head was starting to inflate. The ice made it tough to get my hip switch down but he made sure I made it safely to the front door.
"Have fun in there. Let me know if ANYONE gives you trouble."
"I hope we get to play today." I winked and walked through the glass double doors.
It was like stepping into a dream. I had been here the night before but tonight had a different taste to it. As soon as you enter, there were two coat closets. I figured that is where we disrobe or switch into our fetish gear. The house was the perfect temperature compared to the bitter, biting cold outside. Slipping off my winter coat, I watched as unfamiliar faces walked around with drinks and small plates in their hands. Some were in suits, some in dresses, some in jeans and t-shirts, some were in fetish gear, and some were…naked. I swallowed spit as I looked for a place to put my coat. Was I really going to do this? Do women normally come to these things alone? How will this night end?
"Oh hey Lye! I’m so glad you could make it!" Said a beautiful dark haired woman in a see-through fishnet body suit. Her middle aged body was glorious. I smiled and complimented her outfit. Finally. A familiar face.
"Well make yourself at home. Hope you didn’t have any trouble with the roads. I’m glad the it warmed up just enough for us to clear some parts." I giggled and said something witty, I’m sure. My senses were still shocked at having drummed up enough courage to go to an orgy.
By Lye N. Ess
[Gifset text reads:
"There’s a very good sentence written by a black woman named Kay Lindsey in which she said, ‘Where the white woman is the sexual object, black women are sexual laborers.’
White womanhood has been the prevailing standard of femininity in this country [the United States of America]. If you were beautiful you had pale skin,…you had light skin, preferably light hair, you were gentle, you were retiring, you were sweet, you were chaste.
Because of our historical position as black women, most of us were slaves which means we worked as hard as any man on the plantations, then we moved into factories. Most of us were not pure because on plantations we were bought to be breeders and whores. We were not qualified for the prevailing standards of femininity, white femininity, so we were passed down.
If you are a woman who does not fit women’s standards, you’re a piece of crap. So we [black women] got none of the benefits of being a woman. They’re double-edged benefits but they are benefits: money from wealthy men, so-on and so-forth. We [black women] got all of the liabilities. As I said before, we are on the lowest rung, even in a profession like prostitution because we are valueless as black women.
So we [black women] were brought up outside the pale of femininity but we weren’t considered worth turning into useful men; because ‘What is a Black Woman?’ She’s a woman and she is also black. We weren’t as good as black men and we were useless, we weren’t good enough to be imitating white women. So we had nothing.
[Black women] were total outsiders. Which is why economically we are on the absolute bottom and psychologically, if you will, of the barrel.”]