ArchiveApril 2017

Does It Matter That I Am Attracted to Black Guys?

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On Why I Write About Sex?

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A lover once asked, “Can you write about something other than your sex life?” I write about the progress people want to see. My medium happens to be between my thighs. My spring sexual awakening manifests in Facebook messages featuring dick and ass pics. No, I don’t need to see your dick and no you can’t see mine. I don’t want a long distance relationship either or marry you for a green card...

Do You Think You’ll Ever Get Married?

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Love is like a wishing well you drop blood, sweat, tears and cum into and still get nothing. I’m losing my humanity. Sifting through suitors and bobbing for boyfriends can have you going through a lot of men. I don’t know if I have any innocence left. Is it worth returning to that well? I’m searching for a real love like Mary J. Blige. An honest God fearing man that covets more that one-night...

Meeting on Apps May Not Be the Best Approach

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Living for love like Madonna could have you vogueing for validation. I wanted to do more than strike a pose. But unlike a virgin I escaped the wilderness to conquer my conquests on a dating app.  It was the season premiere of Scandal. Who knew we were on the precipice of a scandal of our own.  I arrived just in time. Vodka shots created a barrier from the cold winds threatening to...

“I Want to Fuck the Shit Out of You”

Cupid called again but he only wanted a quickie. Fast love broke me in and left me wet. I first met him in a New York club. I waited for hours to score some coke donning a black kilt and white boots. He walked over like a basketball player, towering over me at 6’5. He had a light skin tone, dressed in baggy jeans, and a black leather Letterman jacket. “I want to fuck the shit out of you,” he...

I Think I’m in Love Again

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Vibrating off my sugar walls created the ultimate warm embrace. My juices produced a liquid so slick his dick pulsated. Skin to skin—side to side—the sweat glided down my thighs. The lust was long lasting. Chest to chest—he caressed my ass.  I wished this moment would last forever. We bounced back and forth, gyrating to the flickering candle-light. Yeah, that was me getting dick at night...

Cover Boy From Southern California

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Over 100,000 followers on Instagram would agree that cover boy, Broderick Hunter is hot.  Born and raised in the always sunny Southern California. He is a model making the most of his career—from walking the runways for Dsquared2 to shooting ad campaigns for Ralph Lauren. Hunter has spreads in Italian GQ and Paris Vogue. And is represented by Agencies in New York, Milan, LA and Miami. ...

I Like To Be On Top

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That’s how I like to bottom.  Missing him like crazy had me craving sex. I felt sublime. Pass the wine as our legs intertwined. I’m in his bed again, staring at the TV like it was a mirror into our future.  Now, that the Comcast is off, with a week wait until Fios. We have an antenna rigged. I have been introduced to our roots, epitomized by Blacksploitation TV, starring the...

Personal Trainer From Paris

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Coach Yves—from the city of lights—ignites our hearts and bodies well after midnight. He’s an eclectic mix of African and Italian heritage while living in the most romantic city in the world.  He may not be able to pay my bills but he can certainly ring my bell. You can find him on Instagram here. I can’t vouch for his services outside of Instagram. But in an industry where image...

I Hate It When He Makes Me Get on My Knees

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I never felt more powerless in a relationship. My need to be with him intensified.  I’m embarrassed by it. Fucking a stranger behind a dumpster was easier to admit. The hours spent wondering about my relationship alarmed me. Was there more to life that obsessing over it? I’m done rationalizing red flags or taking the high road whenever he had an episode.  I have to go back to...

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