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Slippery when wet

  

So, your a guy, you’ve managed to finagle your way into a ‘just about to get a blowjob situation’.

Your jeans are down at your ankles, maybe one foot is out and your able to spread your thighs REAL open so you can let them right between your thighs and into the GOOD space where they can get to the microphone and sing to their hearts content.

Her hair is to the side and she is staring at your dick like the secret to the Matrix is in it. Sitting at your perch, watching her, your ready, willing and able to get it in.

And then…

She proceeds to give you the driest, crispiest, chapping, crusty blowjob you have ever had. You might think she is trying to light a camp fire the way she is chaffing your dick. And the worst thing is, it somehow gets drier.

LADIES, your on your back, your panties are down and off, or your so hungry that you couldn’t wait to take them off and you just hooked them to the side. You’ve been primed and prepared for a tongue lashing of epic proportions; your adjusting your hips to make sure that he puts it down the way you WANT and need him to when….

Lo and behold, he sucks you dry.

And not in the good way.

Not in the good way where he sucks your pussy so well that you keep coming and coming until you are bone dry and feeling a little dehydrated.

OH no no no…

He sucks you dry in a way where any liquid that comes out of you gets sucked up and swallowed. It’s like having a Dyson between your thighs.

Until your dry.

Sahara desert.

So dry he runs his tongue up through your lips only to get stuck halfway through.

No no nooooo…

Why would you do that?!

What’s the matter with you? He doesn’t like it and neither does she.

How you gonna suck someone dry?!

Ewwww…

That sucks, pardon the pun.

You should be working with the opposite. You should be slurping that woman down or slobbing him up.

Either way, you need to get with it, if your not already.

Don’t be scared of a little wetness in your head. In fact, the wetter the better.

Not everyone will agree with that but they won’t say no either. Maybe they will and will only put a sheen on the dick or make a skinny saliva string or one quick slurpy sound on your clit.

Head, oral sex, brain, becky, sloppy top, ‘special attention’, whatever you wanna call it is GREAT.

It can be the start of some shit, the middle of some shit, the thang to do after a good amount of time in one position or you just might wanna do it instead of having sex altogether.

Whatever your doing with it, you gotta do it right.

And ladies, if your sucking the dick and not making it wet, and he’s not asking you to make it wetter, then you have a silent man on your hands. Or he’s scared or too nervous to ask. Or you may think your head game is so LETHAL, he doesn’t have the heart to tell you otherwise.

You, as the head giver, may start to feel like the proceedings are starting to feel slightly porn-ish but, that’s not yours or his fault.

That’s porn’s fault.

If you hear him say something like, ‘yeah… make it wet…. make it nasty’ you may THINK you hear Wesley Pipes but the thing with that is that Wesley’s preference of head seems to feel REAL damn nice.

I mean, dudes, fellas, brahs, have you ever had a blowjob from a woman that has just been so damn SUPER sloppy that you wished you never watched her do it?

Or ladies, how about you?

Have you ever had a man get down and lick you out, swallow your delivery and then slob up and down your pussy with a mix of you and him between your thighs?

You know head so damn WILD and sloppy that when the woman left your life or found herself a man, you felt slightly jealous like, ‘he’s getting some GOOD head there’.

You may go into a flashback about the last time she opened her mouth above your helmet and let out a long stream of bubbly saliva that landed and dripped down your shaft, through her fingers and onto your balls.

Or that time when he, the bald-headed brother with the devilish smile and all the talk, had you coming on his face, riding your hips on him, screaming at him like he fucked with your life. Remember?

Remember when you came and he began leaving saliva, and your come, all over your pussy lips, inner thighs and the bed below?

(Take a moment to remember the last person who gave you THAT treatment.)

If you don’t remember either of those times then you have not been treated right or you have not TREATED someone right.

I mean, COME ON SON…

You mean you’ve never taken that deepthroat and slobbed back on the dick on its way out?

Never given that extra sloppy lick to a clit under your control?

It increases the feeling of the mouth on your bits, it allows said mouth to SLIDE on your bits (and wet sliding mouth is the SHIT) and when your being masturbated, wetness is a NECESSITY.

Getting or giving that wet head is not just about ‘making it nasty’, it’s also about you being comfy enough with the groin in front of you to be able to let out that thick glob of saliva that will soak up his shaft. OR that lick of spit that will start at her clit and work its way down…

(Just FYI- when it gets to her pussy opening, stick ya tongue in with it and make that pussy wet just in case you wanna stick it…)

Saliva isn’t something to be played with or treated like something you either have or don’t have.

It should always be on the menu.

For men, saliva during some SPECIAL attention will, 8 times out of 10, make him come. For women, it will make things slippery and slightly more erotic for him to throw his face into.

Either way, however you do what you do when you do what you do, make sure you do that do with the best of you…

Treat it like a movie shoot.

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Strong grip around ya neck

 

You could be young, old, black, white, funny, ugly, mash up, funky faced, fine as all outdoors, as nasty as Marmite or you could just have a weird body shape.

But the desire to be strangled, choked or refused air while receiving some buttery goodness is a feeling shared by quite a few.

Some aren’t even willing to admit they like to be choked or strangled a little bit. But they do!

Maybe not to the extend where their eyes start popping out of their head and they start changing colour but, you know, a little bit of a strong grip. A little stronger than you EXPECT to allow.

But it’s that danger aspect of it that makes you growl and grind that little bit harder or moan a little bit sweeter when you feel a hand around your throat, holding on for dear life.

People don’t really want to think of themselves as liking strangulation, it’s too close to S&M and if you know about that kinda ting (if you don’t holla at @pashunnate or check out her blog) you know the extent to which they will choke each other out. Sometimes to the point of unconsciousness.

For people today, it’s more common to have experienced, as a woman, a man building a nice flow behind you, doggystyle, with his hand creeping around your neck.

For a man, she may be on top, riding you HARD like she has an eraser in her pussy and you are just a pencil drawing waiting to be erased.

Her hands dig into your stomach, then raise up to your chest. Then, before you know it, her hands are around your neck and she is making a face at you like, ‘I could kill you if I wanted to’.

The thing is, the chokee is enjoying themselves so much, they might want you to squeeze a bit harder.

Maybe you do.

Maybe you don’t.

But SOMETIMES, they want you to just keep on squeezing.

(DO NOT get it twisted and try and give your girl a choke then squeeze too hard and blame my ass. Nuh uuhhh, no way boo boo…)

The sensation of being choked is supposed to heighten the pleasure you feel as you are deprived oxygen, especially if you are having an orgasm but your not really thinking that when your telling him to fuck you harder and you erupt in an orgasm but you sound like Stephen Hawking.

But please remember one important fact when it comes to getting all strong in the grip: choking isn’t for everyone. You could reach out and choke the wrong woman and she could jump up, dress up and have the police round, talking about pressing charges.

Or you could try and choke a guy, who takes that as a marker for the level of roughness you wanna get down with and proceed to try and LITERALLY ram you through the headboard.

And no pussy needs that.

Even though a lil choke during sex IS more common, you still have to be able to GAUGE whether or not the person in front of you doesn’t mind going there. For some people, it’s still a taboo thing to do and deemed too dangerous.

You can’t just be banging and choking everyone.

It’s interesting to think about the soft and hard ways to choke someone, but, there ARE ways to do something as raw as grab a neck in a caressing way.

But there’s also ways to put two hands around her neck and make her KNOW it’s going down.

With a woman on top, working into her own groove (that you should be observing and returning FYI), wait until she is at the stage where her hips are spinning. Or she’s hands in your chest and bouncing.

You SHOULD already have nipples in your hands anyway so that should make it easier for you to slowly travel up to her neck. Don’t squeeze straight away… just run your hands over her neck, her face, through her hair… make her FEEL!

The sensation of your touch should improve or speed her up. That’s when you slowly slide to her neck and give it a slow, gradual squeeze. She may get busier on ya, she may move ya hands or she may touch ya hands in a way that says ‘squeeze’ harder.

Eitherway, softly slowly wins the race and heightens the feeling of being touched and restricted.

Now, the ROUGH way, hardly needs explaining.

Any woman who has slept with her fair share of roughnecks, hood fellows or weed dealers knows how it goes down when he wants to take a MAN-SIZED grip of your neck.

Some of you caramel women may have found finger marks around ya necks the next morning, which usually leads to creative dress time the next morning in the mirror with a scarf, talking about ‘oh this old thing? I found it in my wardrobe and just put it on’.

Majority of men like to go for the classic choke hold position, doggystyle.

Men LOVE to be able to be fucked back.

That moment when they don’t have to move.

Your booty should have reverse lights and a beep sound that warns me you’re about to back it up.

You’re doing all the work.

He’s just a hard dick there for you.

And he’s there alright.

You find that you can’t seem to back it up any further… but you want it that little bit DEEPER.

Your ass is slapping against him.

He may already have his hands in your hair (if your hair is: A) real B) good strong weave)

You are looking at the ceiling.

Then the hand/s creep or sometimes just grab out for your neck.

The sensation of watching a woman fucking you back while your just hard and there with your hands wrapped around her neck while she moans louder and louder is like the breakdown in Michael Jackson’s Lady In My Life.

Basically, it’s the shit.

With some rough choking, you may also get the arm bar choke hold.

It’s like a classic choke hold with the bicep and forearm.

Done in doggystyle, he would probably be up close to your ear, whispering some NASTY shit while doing what he’s describing. You are listening and feeling and it’s all feeling real sexually sinister. Then comes the arm.

He’ll usually use it to hold you in place while he digs deep inna ya belly.

But he likes the idea of putting you in a Deebo-style choke hold while MAKING you take the dick.

It’s the BOMB DIGGY when she puts her head back, looks up and makes some sort of animal noise that makes him hold you that little bit tighter.

Where and HOW you wanted it.

Like I said before, choking is not EVERYONE’S cup of Disaranno. For some it’s a sensitive subject, for others, they don’t have sex without it.

But if you know the person, or have enough of an idea about the person, that you think you can try it, do.

DISCLAIMER: I AM IN NO WAY, SHAPE OR FORM ENDORSING PEOPLE TO WALK AROUND JUST CHOKING PEOPLE, CLAIMING THEIR DOING IT FOR SEXUAL GRATIFICATION. THIS IS FOR GROWN, MATURE FOLKS WHO KNOW WHAT I MEAN AND AREN’T STUPID ENOUGH TO CHOKE SOMEONE TO WITHIN AN INCH OF THEIR LIFE THEN SAY ‘MR OH SAID I SHOULD DO IT.’ NOT ME BOO BOO, NO WAY, NUH UHHHHH…….

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The Animal inside

 

 

It’s not you… well it IS you…

But you don’t always KNOW it’s you…

Allow me to explain…

The animal in you is the OTHER side of YOU that comes out when something, somewhere on your body is being treated JUST right.

You can’t explain it, you don’t think about it, shit, sometimes you don’t even remember it. But it happens.

How many times have you had an orgasm, or a SERIES of orgasms, then lay next to your partner and they’ve said something like, “since when do you call me a dirty fuck face fucker?”

And you reply, “I said that?”

That may have been your animal taking over.

They like to do that sometimes.

How many times have you ripped a top off someone, ripped a pair of tights in hungry anticipation, bitten someone when all you planned to do was lick ’em, make the kind of sound you’d hear in the background of the Thriller graveyard scene.

The animal is usually a hungry beast that is unleashed when your right spot is treated the right way.

For different folks, there’s different strokes.

A soft lick flick on the side of her neck, just under her ear.

Two moist fingers on his nipple while your giving him head.

A big kiss on the inside of her thigh.

A kiss full of passion, desire, need, sex and all that good stuff.

Anything.

Some folks live and breathe with their animals out on full blast at all times.

Never suck a dick without it.

But when those folk let their animals out, you best hold on to something because they will, in the purest sense of the term, FUCK YOU UP!

You may feel like you had a fight and lost.

But, we’ll get into that…

Animals, not like dogs, cats, lions, tigers, bears (oh my)

It’s more of a feeling. A rush of blood that travels through you and makes you feel like you need to impart some serious pleasure on someone or you just might explode. In the reverse, you may NEED that pleasure put on you in the same way.

Animals are usually dormant.

Sleeping a soft sweet silent slumber silently skulking for a sinful saccharine situation.

There are usually a few ways to open the cage that unleashes the beast in another person, though that’s for you to KNOW your partner enough that you are an expert in bussing that lock.

Once awake, there should be a fat lady singing somewhere REAL soon.

Animals want to please or be pleased.

That is there only purpose.

And something you did woke them up.

And now you have to satiate them.

Or they’ll do it for you.

For men and women it’s different.

Guys, at times, allow their animals out early and may seem rather rushy rushy with the proceedings, trying to get to the good stuff before the GOOD stuff.

Forgiven, it’s something that you did woman that made him so eager and hungry.

Don’t get it twisted though, it’s not ALL of those men who are like that.

There are those who just have no game and think foreplay is a mixtape R.Kelly did way back when, therefore have no idea of it’s benefits or see the point in wasting time with it.

Tut tut tut fellas.

Women… ahhh… now they have animals that make them say and do anything.

You can hold a woman’s neck and lick it with a real slow up and down tongue flick, with her head to the sky, and watch her move away and look at you like, “Mama needs to feed!”

And feed she will.

This type of animal prefers the rougher treatment. It’s the oil for her engine, trust me.

Whatever she wants just GIVE IT to her. For the love of gawd GIVE IT HER.

You could NOT. *evil laugh here*

And that would piss her off.

That’s sometimes a good place to go.

Although you’ll almost, DEFINATELY, come away with a scratch, bruise, bite mark, black eye or a pinch internal bleed.

An animal makes head a WHOLE LOT OF SLOP and a lot more animalistic head thrashing. There might be some humming, some heavy hand work and some throat-flexing deepthroat.

A quick stop, get up, over to the bed, bent over, directing you to get into position quickly.

Quicker… QUICKER…

Don’t make her wait.

BUT…

On the other hand, a woman’s animal can be soft, gentle and in need of a light touch to give her what she needs.

Her intensity may not APPEAR the same as the rough stuff in the butt animal, but her desire, her wants and the cage are the same.

A soft animal may have the sudden urge to shower you with kisses.

You may have had her on her back, flat, looking good and all that, and you were working your hips the way you do.

And she was doing it back, the way she does.

And then BAM…

You hit something that made her back arch or her forehead frown or a short sharp scream escape from her throat.

Then…

She looks at you.

And she reaches out for you.

Like she has to feel you close to her.

NOW…

Whatever you did made her NEED to kiss you.

A sexual attempt to try and give away the same amount of pleasure that she is currently feeling. Or it’s a nice cherry on top of the cake she’s tasting.

The kiss isn’t like a quick join of the lips and then back to the loving.

Oh no no, hell no…

She may wrap her arms around your neck because the kiss she needs means your not going anywhere.

She wants to taste you, to feel the same passion in your lips that she feels inside.

Animals have accents.

They LOOK like the person your fucking.

They have evil grins.

They growl.

Their not scared to slap you.

They JUST might draw blood.

They love that thing you do with you tongue and your finger.

They can taste your scent in the back of their throat.

Your presence alone wakes them up.

They make you forget moments in time.

They put you in shit you don’t even realise you do.

They snarl.

They’ll put you in a sexual figure four leg lock.

They know what they want.

And they want it NOW…

Just give it to em… for the LOVE A GAWD give it to ’em…

Otherwise they’ll just take it…

And that’s REALLY fun too…

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Will a finger find a foreign land?

 

Not everyone finds ass play, booty inquiring, tootie tickling fun…

Not EVERYONE’s cup of Kool-Aid…

To a vast majority of people, getting involved with another person’s ass is NOT on their checklist of things to do before they die. In fact, it’s probably on a list of things they WOULDN’T do.

I remember a conversation about such play on Twitter the other day, with some people not wanting to even HEAR about any sort of sex that involves ass play.

Women are more open to having their asses played with and or penetrated.

It’s a fact. A pretty easy one actually.

Some women like nothing better than a dick in their ass at the right time to have them screaming like a white girl getting daggered for the first time.

Some women like their assholes licked and flicked a little.

You may not be INTO that but they are and you don’t HAVE to indulge; it’s a lot harder to get someone to lick a woman’s ass than it would be to…. say… taste her juice from her fingers.

(Some people aren’t into that either… that’s for another post.)

But where women are more open to a lil bit of booty rooty, men tend to FROWN upon that sort of thing when THEIR asses are involved.

Less a frown, more a ‘nuh uh… that is NOT gonna happen in this MOTHERFUCKING lifetime’.

If your not sure if you have one of these men in front of you, try this out. This is a good scientifically-proven test that will tell you if you have a man who won’t mind or a guy who will stop ANY proceeding if he feels you getting too close.

Do exactly that.

Get TOO close.

Drop it on him while your giving him head. That’s when he’s most distracted.

Even if your not into ass play yourself, just get a little close. Close enough that he knows there’s no where else for you to go but… THERE.

Do it with one finger.

That’ll really make the decision quicker.

At this point, he’ll do one of two things…

Either he’ll let your finger keep on going where it’s going… and if you’re not into sticking your finger up your man’s ass then you need to commit or jump ship.

OR…

He’ll slop his dick out of your mouth and move his hips as far away from you as possible. Followed by a look that is 100% ‘WHAT THE FUCK!”

Men, in general, see ass play related to a homosexual experience and, no STRAIGHT man likes to even think of himself engaging in ANYTHING that could be related to GAY sex.

Even those that front and act like they would never, in this life and the afterlife, do anything with their ass, yet they’ve had a finger or two up there during a nice slop job.

Where’s the pleasure in it?

How can a man benefit from having a woman’s finger or tongue anywhere near his ass?

What’s the point?

Why play with my ass when I got a whole lotta dick right here?

Well… for those that DO DO it, they don’t mind going there.

They’ve experienced the feeling of a finger or face going lower than the ball sack and even lower than the tube that carries the babies…

They may not have expected it but, once she’s there, they haven’t stopped her.

May have been a bit apprehensive to kiss her afterwards, but, again, they didn’t stop her.

For some, you have to develop a very DEEP level of comfortability to go there with another person. Others like it all the time.

But for those that don’t, it’s hard to explain the feeling and the POWER of the orgasm you have when there’s a finger inside you.

Frown if you want to, screw up ya face if you think to, stop reading if you have to, but it’s a fact.

How I know is my GAWD DAMN business but trust me; get yourself a thick-lipped, thick thighed chocolate lady.

Someone who KNOWS how to suck a dick, because that’s very important when taking a finger.

It’s works as a distraction of sorts.

Make sure she is able to produce that REALLLL wet, sounds like she’s drowning, head. Again, like a distraction.

Then just go for it.

I can’t make it any more simpler than that.

He may like it, he may not, but you have to be grown and know that the person your with is willing to be grown enough to explore that possibility.

If your not, then keep it pussy and work your corner.

As I said before, ass play ain’t for every man or woman.

You’ll quicker find a woman who doesn’t mind a dick, finger or tongue in her ass than you will man who will TELL you to put a finger in his ass.

There ARE some guys out there who do like it but keep on it on the downlow. It’s not something they want to be screaming from the top of Canary Wharf that they like a cold, sloppy finger in the shooter.

But whether you do or you don’t, there’s nothing wrong with it.

It’s another aspect of sex that you do or you don’t indulge in.

You do if you do and you won’t if you don’t.

But don’t be scared to ever explore the possibility of such an event in your life.

It IS worth the orgasm…

But, AGAIN, my business is my GAWD DAMN business…

Teeeeheeeheeee….

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Little things that make BIG explosions

Little things… (thanks @SimoneKarmaRae)

The things that make you smile to yourself when no-one else is around.
They take place every day.
Right in front of you.

Driving down a long road and every light happens to be green, working in the office and you roll up a paper ball and shoot from the three-point line and SWISH, finding money in your clothes that you didn’t know was there, etc.

In the bedroom, the LITTLE things can cause big explosions and inspire a normal person to become an animal in the blink of an eye.

Different people have different triggers but we all have something we like to see or do or feel that makes us go from cool, calm, collected lovers to damn beasts.

When I say little things, I mean minute things like watching a woman take a top off.

Oh sweet mercy and Red Sea, watching a woman take over a top in preparation for some loving is such a sexy thang. Especially if she’s taken her jeans/trousers/skirt off first.

Standing there… looking all leggy and righteous. Then she reaches for her top, crosses her arms and up and over it comes.

The way she takes it off isn’t where the sexy is found, it’s in the reveal of her skin. As a man, you know that if the top has come off, you’re doing okay, but to be presented with her skin so close to you, makes you wanna get the party started. Damn near ravish the woman.

At the right time, a little thing can not only add an extra spark of electricity to the union, it can make a person come, it can put a person to SLEEP and can make a woman have a multiple orgasm.

The scale of little things that people like is so varied that this post could go on and on and on… but each ‘thing’ is understandable and can be appreciated by anyone. Even if it is a bit on the weird, freaky, WTF side.

A dude who likes his ass played with could be looked at with ridicule and shouts of ‘homo’ by closed minded folk, but those men who have indulged before can understand at least. And those that aren’t down at least know that there is SOME sort of pleasure to be gained from it.

They just ain’t ready to open up, pardon the pun.

A woman who likes a man to run his fingers in between her toes may not get a hi-five from those who are afraid of toes but you can at least appreciate that foot play DOES have some turn-on capabilities.

Obviously, those are two examples of extremes of little things but they vary from person-to-person.

Funny thing about little things is that the best time they happen is when the person doing them doesn’t realise that they are doing it.

Watching her bend over to get something out of a cupboard and the top of her panties peek out. Not a whole string, just the top.

A little frill from the top of a pair of purple French knickers.

Running her hands through her hair, clearing her face and sighing heavily while closing her eyes. She looks like she’s drifting away for a moment.

Am I the only one who wants to get into her space, steal her breath and be inches away from her when she opens her eyes?

Little things that happen outside the bedroom live in your memory when you get into the bedroom.

You remember last week when you watched her spray perfume on her neck as you now lick behind her ear and she hums like an old negro spiritual.

She’s riding you so hard, it’s like she’s trying to erase you from existence and all you can think about is when you watched her randomly putting her panties on, sliding them over her calves, sliding them up her thighs and POPPING over the caboose…

 

CHOO CHOO!!!

OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOo…. I’ve got a good one.

Watching her eat or drink something.

Oh yeah… I’m gonna go into this one…

Make it clear how a small turn on becomes a large, humongous, back-cracking burden.

Your sitting in front of him.

Your out or at home, your choice.

Let’s say your out.

There is food or drink in front of you.

Let’s make it some alcohol.

Something you’ve never tried before but always wanted to.

You pick up the glass, you look at it, analyse the colour, get close so you can smell its essence.

ALREADY, he’s watching you.

The way you hold the glass, how your eyes wonder at the mystery in front of you, the sweet sin across your face as you like what your nose inhales.

He’s picturing how you’ll hold his dick, how you’ll look at it and analyse it before you suck it, the way you smile just before you give him your ‘tried-and-tested’, make-em-buss-quick-not-to-be-messed-with head game.

And you haven’t even sipped it yet.

The first sip is the first lick.

The savour of the flavour is the moment she looks up with eyes that say, “I’m taking this dick to school,” just before deep-throating.

The swallow, followed by the appreciation of each and every ingredient, is the moment after the first lick and suck. And she looks at him like, “If you can’t handle that, then THIS is gonna kill ya!”

  • A woman’s walk
  • Being on a train or bus and she’s holding a rail and her shape defines right in front of you
  • Adjusting her bra strap
  • Brushing fluff from her thighs
  • Turning to face you with a look of, “What did you say?”
  • Biting her lips
  • Washing plates and dancing to herself
  • Licking her lips
  • Listening to her SLOW JAM and watching her gentle she becomes with herself
  • Breathing in general
  • Doing ANYTHING in oversized tracksuit bottoms, a t-shirt or vest and a headtie

 

Like I said before, little things are everywhere for everyone. They take any shape, happen at any time and arouse and entertain in the moan of an orgasm.

We enjoy them in the office, on the way to work, at the club, in the supermarket, while at church and everywhere else.

Little pleasures that start trains of thought in your head that get saved in your mental roladex for those stolen moments when you say to yourself, “Remember when she was tired the other day and stretched and her booty-to-back ratio popped out? That was nice.”

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Would you reveal who… for Little Black Book 2?

Would ya?

I mean like, WOULD ya?

That is really the question…

In an effort to give Little Black Book 2 a lil bit more than the first, I had an idea, which seems to be gathering speed quick, fast and in a hurry.

I’m including pictures in the book, to give the reader something to look at between the sheets of each story.
I did it in the first Little Black Book but I took the front cover, edited it in white and cut it in different sections, which I put between each story.

This time, I wanna do it a little different.

I’m working with four artists to produce visual imagery to slide between the stories and poems of Little Black Book 2.
Now two of these artists are photographers (the tall, beautiful @MolaxCho_Pa and the all;seeing @blackartnudesuk) and they are TOO damn good at what they do.
If you don’t believe me, check out their websites www.molaxproductions.com and www.blackartnudes.co.uk and tell me I’m lying…

These two visual masters are working with moi to create some images for the book but I wanna take pictures of NORMAL people. Normal women in their normal state, normal men just being.

Little Black Book 2 – like the first – is written about normal, every day people. The characters are written to reflect the multi-faceted emotional, yet higly sexual, side of black people in London today.

I don’t want models with model shapes in model poses, doing America’s Next Top Model tings.

I want Chantel from Brixton, the one with the beautiful shape, a little round in the stomach, one or two stretch marks and that FAT ass.
Lying on her bed in a pair of boy shorts and a vest sending a BBM message watching TV.

A man greasing himself up in the morning, strong arms rubbing himself down in front of a business suit hanging up.

THOSE types of images.

So, the question returns to YOU reader. Would you pose for a Little Black Book 2 page filler?
I can hear you thinking no… but what if you could do it in a way where your identity is hidden?
Would you think about it then?

Have you ever thought about taking a picture of yourself just because you’ve felt particlarly sexy this week?
Maybe not putting out on a scale of where I’m going to reach with Little Black Book 2 but, you know, take a lil snap.

God knows you’ve taken enough pictures of yourself and sent them to potential sex fellows so why not put your sexy (or handsome) ass out there for all to see?

YOU know how fine you are…

And don’t think this is only for the *Monique voice* skinny bitches… The thicker the better…

OoOoOoOoOo…

I’m palpatating…

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How skilled is your sexting?

Art.

You look at it, you take it in, you feel it, sometimes it speaks to you, makes you feel emotional at times. Sometimes its just nice.
That’s what art should make you feel.

Same with sexting.

Good sexting should make your nipples hard, your lips purse and pucker like you wanna moan, make your fingers go on a walkabout about ya person.

You know how it should be done, you are aware of BAD sexting and it has to be done at the right time when your feeling that RIGHT way.

Sexting is the art of engaging in ‘sex’ with words via a technological medium such as phone, instant messenger (BBM, What’s App, MSN, AIM, Skype, etc.), webcam or whatever…
Not such a thing back in the day. It was hard to get your partner off using a Nokia Flare on Mercury…

But with the evolution of technology allowing people in different countries to see each other and masturbate in front of each other using a camera… and for FREE?
Game MUST be stepped up.

Gone are the days of sending a message like, “what are you wearing?”
Nuh uh, no way boo boo…
It’s not about being blunt, to the point and damn near cave man about it.
BlackBerry women know EXACTLY what I’m talking about when that random guy on your list sees a picture of you showing a lil bit more skin than usual (possible holiday bikini picture) and he comes across all Rico Suave with:
“Send me a picture of your breasts.”
Or something of the like.

Now, HAD, he made the effort to spend the time talking to you, and he caught you in that mood with sexual conversation, MAYBE you might be tempted to send him a lil booty pic. Not a WHOLE one, maybe just one cheek.

Sexting is something, like sex that has to be mutual. There are plenty of guys out there who are getting pictures sent to them from random women just because the sun rises. And I know for a fact there are BBM groups for MEN only that share pics of women they’ve collected, been sent or just found online.

No I’m not snitching… women have the same groups too…

My point is these groups with such easy access to visual aids takes away from the beauty of talking to a woman and finding out what she likes and doesn’t like between the sheets. If there is the possibility that the pair of you may end up between said sheets, you may be INSPIRED to possibly take a picture of yourself, should such a request POP up.

Successful sexting has the power to turn you on and make you masturbate… you may go one step further and send them a picture of you DOING that.

Sweet sexting may make you become Spike Lee with a camera showing them just how you are doing what it is that you told them you were doing.

Super sexting will make you call them up and let them hear what your literary creativity has done to them, physically.

Due to the fact that people do it so regularly they may not look at it like this but sexting is the art of using words to arouse another. That’s a talent.

At the end of the day, to each their own. Some folk may not even engage in such for numerous reasons.

There’s no point in turning myself on.
Why write about when I could just call the person.
I don’t like to do it.
I’m embarrassed.
Why start talking about it if your not in front of me about to do it?
I wouldn’t know what to say.
There’s no one I trust to open up like THAT to.
No one worthy of getting THAT side of me.

But the other folk that do… well, you know what your picture gallery on your phone says about you…

You know when and where to say the right thing, your fluent in anticipating a moment of a possible sexting, your always up for the opportunity to engage with someone who has never done it before and your not scared to get it IN when its time to go IN, right ladies?

Sexting can be fact but it can also be fiction. Depends on the circumstances of the interaction. If the pair of you know you live in different countries and never have a chance of meeting, you can go ALL out and say you do all types of toe involving stuff. Even if you don’t.
You may both be aware of that fact, which is where the fiction of the interaction lies.

Fact is where the pair of you know that the only thing separating you from doing what your wrote in your text, BBM or instant message, is a few minutes in a car, a journey on a train or a window of opportunity.

Some people mix up fact and fiction and get cAught up.
Don’t go promising you’ll lick her pussy all night long till the sun comes up with orgasms squirting all over the place just because you THINk you’ll never see her. That’ll be the time she just HAPPENS to be in YO town with a window of opportunity.
Yeah you could meet up and have sex, but if you promised the head, and don’t come with the head, you’d be a bit of a punk.
Same in reverse ladies. If you vowed to drop on him the sloppiest, wildest, most tasty, buss in under-two-minutes head, and you come with some dry, poor handjob technique, no spit, no interest, poor eye contact excuse for a dick suck, then you might as well have stayed at home.
You and your chaperone.

I could tell ya how to sexting but DUH…
Besides, everyone has their own style of kung fu they use to get you in the mood to remove shoes, get a bit rude and get in a groove…

YESSUR…

You can’t teach someone how to be good at sexting. Like sex, your only as good as the limitations on your imagination.

YESSUR TIMES TWO

When your willing to be a participant in a sexting session, maybe you have some music on, some candles, maybe your in the bath…
Well you know what time it is…

Words are tools towards orgasms… (See: Little Black Book)

YESSUR THRICE

The orgasm WILL be nice…

By Mr Oh

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