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Afraid to be freaky

How many of us know who Mr Marcus is?
How many of us know what a ‘reverse cowgirl’ is?
How many of us have caught cramp or an injury of some sort trying to break out some unimaginable position?

If you know me or have any idea about what I do, then you can imagine that this rant is probably gonna be about sex.
And you’re not wrong either.
But I’d like to broach a particular aspect of sex, especially in this country and that aspect is about the ‘undercover’ side of sexual acceptance in the UK.

This is just my opinion, if you don’t agree… that’s fine, go hi-five ya face…

Now… like most people, I have sex. Quite a lot… one point in my life, I thought I was a sex addict (well that’s head addict, but that’s another story.)
And to have that type of feeling, I actually felt quite alone in that there was no one else to talk to about it because SEX, in the black community, is something that age appropriate (and inappropriate) engage in on a REGULAR basis. Yet it is something that is not discussed, shared or note compared… regularly.

Ladies and gents, before you start saying, ‘what you chatting ‘bout, me and my girls always talk about sex’ – I’m not talking about when you are talking to people you know and are comfortable with, I’m talking about sharing with people you don’t know.

(I can hear quite a few, ‘why would I do that?’)

Sharing is caring – a classic Nigerian saying – and I’m not talking about airing out your business on Facebook, or sending Twitpics of your favourite positions, I’m talking about going to a swinger’s party and meeting your corner shop owner there, or going to an event about sex but changing your mind because you’re worried about who would see you there.

This rant is inspired by responses I’ve had to the Little Black Book and its contents, which have split people down the middle with their opinions. Majority of people have been quite accepting and very open and receiving of it but there is a minority who have shied away, to the point where they did not come to the launch as they didn’t want their friends to know they were ‘freaky’.

But, deep down, isn’t there a freak in all of us?

Isn’t there that lil’ someone inside of all of us who wants to swing from a chandelier or wants to have sex on a public beach while the sun goes down?

Even though the topic of sex is personal to the person, I’ve found that sharing experiences is a great way for people to meet, to relate. Not just for sex, but to able to talk about relative issues, to discuss, to converse, mass debate even. (giggle)

Some people are open, some people are not and that’s the way of the world… I am not trying to change anyone by writing and forcing sex down people’s throats (?), but, in conversations, at events, I’ve seen the way that sex makes some people revert into themselves and turn their head to hide a smile that they KNOW they feel.
My sexual experiences are mine and yours belong to you, but something in the middle could connect us and who knows what can be born from that.
I’m not telling people to walk up to attractive strangers and say, ‘I like getting my dick sucked with a lot of spit,’ or ‘you look like you enjoy people sitting on your face,’ but, say that to the right person and it could be a very interesting night for you.

To be open, you must first know what inspires you in between the sheets. And be comfortable enough to know that you can go from missionary to reverse cowgirl without him slipping out… or you can get her shoulders all the way past her head and she’ll tell you to go deeper…

Once you’re comfortable in the skin you’re in, anything is possible…

Little Black Book by Mr Oh – OUT NOW

[Originally posted on mydirtyglove.com]

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I see eyes…

Wanna know how to control me?

How to make me all yours without even touching me?

Granted you may have me but you wont REALLY have me…

And the only way to do that is to let me stare.

At you…

At your face, at your mouth, your nose, your forehead… anything on you that i can stare at…

That is the way to GET me…

You may not see what I’m staring at and you may not understand why I’m staring but that just means I’ve seen something in you that is making me think some real naughty style of thanking…

On a woman… not just a woman, but a beautiful woman, there is plenty to look at. And sometimes I get caught staring. The thing with me is that I’m not afraid to tell someone why I was staring  at them… just so they dont think I’m some sort of perv who will follow them home (that only happened once,lol)
From the curve of a woman’s eyes, her choice of earrings, her hair, the way she’s wearing something as simple as a pair of jeans and a t-shirt… sometimes these things are impossible to ignore and you just have to stare.

Or maybe there is just something in you that I can see at that moment and i just want to lick it.
Usually if I’m staring at ya, then your two thoughts away from being licked.

Don’t care where…

But the most important thing is to NOT…. repeat NOT, make a big deal out of it if you catch me staring. I can’t help it…

If you’re naked, you best believe I’m staring at you…

Cuz I want to take EVERYTHING in.

The way your belly may fold over your hips just a little bit, a drop of sweat curving between two even hotter breasts… I mean have you ever watched a woman’s thighs shake after she has cum… or even while she’s coming?

Could watch that shit for hours…

Do you like to look at your partner while they fuck you?
To look in their eyes while they work out whatever they need to on you and you look into their eyes.

Well thats sex in itself.

Their eyes squinting and enlargening, closing then rolling back into their head… maybe even not wanting to look at you because you are FUCKING them up.

As a purveyor, and all round people watcher, I like to watch… especially if I’m doing the GOOD work and she is TAKING that work.

Look down (or up) at her and look into her eyes and then put on your best Ronald Isley voice and then tell her, “LOOK AT ME… I did this to you!”

Nothing more powerful than standing over a vibrating body like you just won a fight…

Eye contact is important.

Eyes are windows to the soul. They tell us things, they ask us things without the need for any words to be uttered. They can undress you. Tell you when you need to go home. They can even tell you whether or not you are going to get some tonight.
But eyes speak.

You may not hear it, in which case you need to listen more.

When your bed friend comes home or calls you or invites you round, all you have to do is look at them and you will know what certain looks mean, what different squints translate into and what it REALLY means when they look you up and down,

If you really wanna play with me, stare into my eyes and then say shit in your head.
I can hear it…
Dont know if anyone else is capable of doing that but I can hear what you are saying to me… your eyes are saying it too… whether you know it or not…

And as sexy as your voice is, your eyes say it better….

So look at me…

Just…. look at me….

Put my dick in your mouth and look at me…

Force my head down and squeeze my head with your thighs and watch me do my thing.

Curse at me with your eyes and force my head to do your bidding.

Just stare at me…
I LOVE that shit…

 

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