Facebook Fantasy...

Have you ever craved after a dick that you have never touched? Have you ever fantasized about the thrust of a penis that you have no idea what it feels like? Have you ever yearned for a phantom cock to fill the inside of your vagina? Well, I have. I’d like to tell you a little bit of what is on my mind. There is this man who I am crazy attracted to…and I have never met him in person. I mean, I don’t think I have ever met him in person. This shit is crazy. Let me fill you in on a few details.

Just about everybody has a Facebook page. I was commenting on my friend’s status one day and this funny ass dude was talking crazy to me, but I was talking crazy back to him. So he sent me a “Friend Request” and I accepted. I soon realized that he just talks crazy to everybody like that on Facebook. In the beginning he just seemed like someone who I could be friends with online and talk to in a “Friendly” manner. I really didn’t take him too seriously. At the time I was a member of this Facebook Group. We used to talk about all kind of freaky and crazy shit in that group. I decided to add him to the group. On one particular day it was picture day and he posted a picture of his dick and made it a “Special Delivery” for me. That shit was humongous! It scared me. But it was pretty, and black, and smooth. My view of him began to change almost instantly.

I sent him a text message and asked him if that was really his dick. He said, “Yes! What Nigga keeps a picture of another man’s dick in his phone?” I was relieved, afraid, and curious all at the same time. His dick looks so big that I am afraid to try it. What makes me want to try it is his personality. Talking to him on the phone is totally different from his Facebook posts. On Facebook, this fool has no kind of sense whatsoever. When I speak to him on the phone he has intelligence, he is funny as fuck, his life is an open book, and he tells me shit about himself that a lot of men would probably keep secret.

Now, a few weeks ago we began discussing sex. He told me about some of the things he likes to do and what he likes done to him. It didn’t take long to figure out that we like the same things. Yes, we are both some freaks. This fool is obsessed with fat asses. Well he MUST be if he is attracted to me. I have to be honest. I did send him a few pictures of my ass. It was only fair since he sent me footage of him in action. He was stroking his dick and fucking this big booty girl on the tapes. I was turned the fuck on. We’ve even had phone sex. I haven’t done phone sex since I was in High School. His voice and visuals were so seductive that I had to take out my purple rabbit and get it crackin’! It really felt like were fucking. I’ve been fantasizing about what it would be like to have that dick in real life ever since. I started a new job on the 20^th of June. Everyday in training my mind drifts off to thoughts of a possible sexual encounter with him.

I fantasize about him kissing me on my neck and saying freaky shit in my ear. I wonder what it would be like to feel his warm mouth on the warm wet spot between my legs. I wanna rub his back and bald head while he fucks me missionary. I envision my legs over his shoulders while he pumps into my pussy slowly, pulling his dick all the way out until the tip of his head is the only part left inside of me and pushing it back in. I want to shove his face between my legs and have him raise up and kiss me so I can lick my juices off his beard and mustache. I feel like I need to squeeze him and feel his body shake as he busts a fat ass nut from the way that my pussy feels. He’s a freak…I’m sure he won’t mind.

If he reads this, he won’t be surprised. We’ve already shared these thoughts with each other. You may be wondering why I said I don’t think I have ever met him in person. I say that because he lives in the city I grew up in and we know some of the same people. Nope! I ain’t about to tell you his name. I ain’t gonna even tell you what he looks like. But whenever and IF ever we have an ACTUAL encounter, I may decide to share that with you all.

Handsome Face

He’s about 6’4”, between 220-240lbs. Light complexion. I love his facial hair, sometimes he lets it grow out thick and full. And those lips. I can only describe his lips as juicy pillows that were made for me to rest my lips upon. And his eyes…oooh…those eyes are to die for. They aren’t green or blue, hazel or gray. Those eyes are just big, brown, round and deep. I love looking into them. But I think he is already taken. I believe another has already laid claim to the heart that I wanna steal for my own. Let me tell you a little about the situation.

I met him almost 1 year ago at an intersection; however, that was not the first time I had seen him. The first time I laid eyes on him he didn’t even notice me. I walked into Food 4 Less in Long Beach right off of the 91 freeway. I noticed his tall strong frame immediately. I found myself starring at him. I can still remember the hat and clothes he was wearing. It was a multi-blue color checkered hat with an “A” embroidered on it. He had on a baby blue shirt and light blue long denim shorts. He was talking on the cell and paid no attention to my gazing eyes. “Damn!”, I thought to myself, “This Negro can get it…RIGHT NOW!” Almost as soon as I entertained the idea I also dismissed it. I was in a relationship and he just didn’t look like the type who would be interested in a young lady who looked like me. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t have an issue pullin’, but I was just feeling a bit insecure at that moment. So, he got in line, paid for his groceries, left the store, and my eyes followed him out the door. That was the end of that…or so I thought.

About 2 weeks after I first saw him, I saw this beautiful giant again in the same grocery store. “Wow! Lucky me!”,  I whispered under my breath. This time I was in a bit of a hurry so I couldn’t keep stealing glimpses of him. I had to get my shit and get on. So I continued to grocery shop and when I was done I found myself standing 2 customers behind him in the only line that was open in the store. Now here I go again starring at his sexy ass! This time he wasn’t on the phone, but he was holding a conversation with the lil ugly cashier girl. This time he did notice me looking at him. Shit! I was a lil embarrassed, but I did not stop starring. I absolutely could not help myself. My eyes caught his eyes and I looked down. I felt like a little girl. He smiled and I put my head down, looking ashamed and shy. My heart was beating so fast and loud that I’m sure the people standing behind me could hear it. He paid for his items, looked back at me, smiled, and left the store. I felt like I could finally breathe when he walked out of that automatic door. Two customers later it was my turn for check out. I read the lil ugly cashier’s name badge and called her by her name. I won't tell ya'll her name. Shit, you might wanna go to that store one day. Anyhow, back to the story. “How old is that guy you were talking to?” She looked at me all stank faced, smacked her lips and said, “I don’t know! He like 25 or sumin’ like dat.” I asked, “You don’t know his name?” She replied, “Nah uhn!” (I now know that the lil Heffah was liying) I looked at her, smiled and said, “Oh well I thought you knew him from the way you guys were talking. But he sure is fine as hell. And I’m sure he knows it too!” I paid for my items, thanked and smiled at her raggedy ass and left. I scanned the parking lot to see if I could catch one last glimpse of him, but I didn’t see him so I got in my car, turned my music up, and drove off. “Next Lifetime” by Erykah Badu was playing in my CD player.

Next Lifetime came about 5 minutes later when he saw me at the intersection of Cherry and Artesia. His tall succulent ass was in a little bitty Kia Sephia. (I truly didn’t care what the fuck he was driving) All I saw was something moving to the right of me. I looked over and the Angels started to sing. LOL. I know it sounds corny, but that’s how I felt. I rolled down my window. “Yes?”, I said sweetly with a smile on my face. He asked, “You have a boyfriend?” I nodded my head, “Yes”. He looked disappointed, “Well can I call you?”, I shook my head and said No. “Well take down my number and call me then”, he said. And just like a bad girl I did just that. My botfriend and I were broke up about 2 weeks after I met him anyway. Don’t trip!

We talked and texted and met up for months. Not too often, and not to have sex either, but I always made sure to let him know whenever I came out to L.A.. During the time we’ve spent together I know this about him: He is 5 ½ months younger than me, a barber, he has a daughter who he is actively raising, he has a great relationship with his mother and siblings, doesn’t really like his dad, he does not like skinny women, he has very little friends, he has a great sense of humor, he is very touchy feely (which I love), he is even tempered, encouraging and he is very respectful. He makes me feel innocent and free. This man has A+ qualities that I love and was not even looking for.

I mentioned earlier that I believe he may already be taken. I say that because of how we spend time. For example: 1) We spend time together, but only where ever I am. That means he always comes to me or we meet somewhere. 2) He gives me the respect of turning his phone off or putting it on silent when we are together. He does not talk on the phone in front of me or sometimes he just lets it ring. 3) I’ve never been to his house. He told me that there is no privacy there because his family lives with him. 4) How could a man like that be single in this world full of beautiful women? Not to mention L.A. county? Now although initially we were not having sex, we have only recently started. Oh yes! We have had sex…good sex too! And I do not regret it! As a matter of a fact…I’ll do it again….and again…and again!

Now you may wonder why I would continue to have sex and spend time with a man who may possibly be taken. Well to answer your question, I don’t know for a fact that he is involved with someone. Plus, I am single. I really have to look out for myself. I feel right when I’m in his presence. Nothing about our interactions put me in an uneasy mood. When I asked him if he was in a relationship he told me that he was not. To be quite honest with you, the more I think about him, and the more time I spend with him, the less I wanna know if he is in a relationship. I know that some of you who may read this Blog will judge me, but these are very similar feelings that many young women may feel. I just so happen to be open and honest about my feelings. For right now I’m going to enjoy the interactions that we have (They are not all sexual). I plan on keeping him in my life for a long time. And NO! I’m not telling you his name! I call him Handsome Face anyway.

Let's lick the Poon Poon

It has come to my attention that some men are unable to properly eat the vagina. I blame it on the women. I mean if women would tell these muthafuckas when they are doing something wrong, then maybe they would know how to do some shit right. Fuck it! I'll tell yo ass! Consider the following a short tutorial. I’m not saying that this is the one and only way to eat some pussy, because a true Pussy Sucker is an Artist and needs no guidance. Take this as my personal account and experience. Now, I do have to let you know that every time I’ve received some head, it was a different type of experience...every single time. So if you decide that pussy licking is your calling, then you will find your own way of pleasing your sexual partner, thus making you an Artist as well. Now come on, lets lick the Poon Poon!

 First of all, do NAUGHT, get you ass down there and start licking that pussy like a kitten lapping up milk. Eating pussy starts before you even get her panties off.  What you want to do is kiss her softly and passionately on her lips. Some women say they don’t like kissing, but BULLSHIT! If she doesn’t want to kiss you, then find out where her spot is and kiss that. Suck, twirl your tongue, and make your mouth hot. This is just practice for what you are gonna do to her Pearl Tounge.

 At the same time you are kissing that spot you wanna make sure to rub those titties. Don’t do it all hard either! Titties are sensitive and should not be abused. So, rub and massage those titties and start to kiss and lick on her neck. Right behind the ear is what I prefer. Go ahead and whisper some nasty shit like, “I wanna see what that pussy taste like.” I know I start to cream when a muthafucka talks to me like that, and I’m almost positive other start to cream as well. Now, the next step is strictly for you.

 While you are kissing her neck and talking nasty shit to her move your hand from her titties to her pussy. Don’t be scared muthafucka. You MUST touch it! I say this because you are required by UNWRITTEN SEX LAW to see what it smells like. You wanna smell your fingers discreetly though. You can ignore this step if you want to. I would advise against it. You can’t let her see you doing it. The Bitch’s Pun Pun should already be clean, but hey, there are some triflin’ hoes out there. How do you smell your fingers you ask? Well, while you are fingering her, you'll want to lay her completely flat on her back and put one of those tittes in your mouth with the hand that you put between her legs and smell your finger. Another thing you can do is to spread her legs and start kissing her thighs. This will allow you to quickly sniff your fingers and also get a feel as to what being down there feels like. Now if her pussy is fonky well you have to get the fuck out of there. Look for your fucking phone, make up an excuse, do something. Don’t worry about hurting her feelings, because a fonky pussy is offensive to any damn body and it should certainly be offensive to you.

 A woman’s vagina is supposed to smell like nothing! Especially if you are planning on eating her pussy. Now if that is the case, then go ahead and take those panties off. The pussy should be quite wet by now. Go ahead play with it, finger it, taste your fingers, talk to it. Tell it how pretty is, how sweet it smells. Lick it once. Kiss it twice. Now pretend like it’s a Jolly Rancher (Sour Apple Flavor), and suck it. Don’t be afraid of her juices. Rub your whole face in it. Now apply more pressure to that Pearl Tongue with your tongue. She should be moaning by now. She might even grab your head or ears. I know I would. Now put one of those fingers inside her wet wet pussy, two if you can. Now go in and out, in and out, all the while, making small quick circles with your tongue around her Pearl Tongue. FOCUS ON THE CLIT PLEASE!!!! Sucking, kissing, spitting, and licking the Pearl is what you should be doing. Now if she is a Bitch like me, then your face will be quite messy from her creaming and squirting all over you. Hell, you might wanna make sure to take your shirt off because that will definitely get fucked up by me. I repeat, if she is a Bitch like me. You can’t be afraid to make a mess when you’re determined to eat the pussy right.

 Now continue on with the kissing and licking and all of that shit. You want to pay attention to her breathing. Yeah, yeah her moaning and singing to the Gods is all fine and dandy, but how is her breathing? Pay attention to those stomach muscles. A woman shouldn’t have to tell you when she is about to come while you are eating her pussy. Her moans will turn into a heavy breathing. Her stomach rises and falls slowly. Her heavy breathing will turn into panting. Her stomach will go up and down quickly. Her panting will turn into blowing air through her nose or mouth. Her stomach will resemble a fucking seizure! Keep your tongue moving and keep your pace. I know I can’t stand it when a muthafucka can’t keep his rhythm. That will cause her to lose that nut. If you are doing it right, her pussy will start to have convulsions. Her Pearl Tongue should be hard, the opening of her vagina will contract. Then you should soon taste the fruits of your labor. Lick that shit up! Tell her how good it is. Finger it some more. Kiss it. Kiss and lick it at the same time. Tell the pussy that you love it. Hell, you better love it if you put your mouth on it. When you finally look up at her she should have an exhausted look of pleasure on her face. If she does, well you have done the job right. If she doesn't, then practice some more!

First Fuck

Oooooh Shit!  I remember the first time we fucked!  The experience was even more than what I could have ever expected. You were so fucking sexy.  Standing at 6’3”, about 250lbs. Your facial hair was lined up perfectly.  A nice dark Chin Strap, mustache, and you smelled so damn good.  Your dark hair was cut low with beautiful deep waves.  You smile was so sly.  I knew right away that I was going to fuck you.  I just had no idea how soon.

            So, I drove up to your apartment complex and you were waiting for me outside. “Damn!”, I said to myself.  I could immediately feel my pussy getting hot. I nervously approached you standing at the bottom of the staircase. You embraced me and I could smell the cologne on the collar of your shirt.  My nipples got hard.  Your mere presence and stature made my “Special Part” pulsate with excitement.  As I walked up your steps, I began to get wet. I wasn’t wearing panties, and the fabric from my nylon leggings was rubbing against my clit. I immediately asked to use your restroom.  While I was in there I had no choice but to touch myself.

            We talked, got to know each other. Ya know, feel each other out a little bit.  We watched some damn movie that I wasn’t paying attention to, because YOU had ALL of my attention.  I had to keep telling myself, “YOU ARE NAUGHT GOING TO FUCK THIS MAN TONIGHT!” Then you kissed me…………..FUCK! I felt the hair on the back of my neck raise.  I felt my clit swell, and my leggings became moist. I had no choice but to kiss you back. It was awesome as you began to play with my nipples. “I wanna fuck you so bad”, is what you softly whispered to me while looking me dead in my eyes.  I knew is was pretty much over at this point.  I thought to myself, “This sexy muthafucka is serious.”  I pushed yo ass away and told you to we should continue watching the movie, but you were determined NOT to watch the damn movie.

            You started kissing me again, feeling between my legs, making me wetter and wetter.  I pushed you away again, and started to make excuses as to why we couldn’t fuck that night. You weren’t having any of THAT! I excused myself to your restroom again.  I decided that I was going to give you this pussy and give it to you good!  So I made sure that my pussy still smelled good, tasted my own juices and proceeded back to your bedroom.  We began kissing again, you started taking off OUR clothes and it was on and crackin’!

            You took off my bra and my titties fell right in your mouth. Your tongue ran circles around my nipples like it was searching for something. I moaned with pleasure “Oooh Shit!” Then you laid me on my back and I got a good look at that caramel colored dick you have. It was so nice…and fat…and long.  I wanted to hurry up and take it all in my mouth, but you had other plans.  You needed to taste that pussy. You got on your knees and hoisted my ass cheeks in your hands. You put that warm mouth right on my throbbing clit.  I could barely catch my breath.  Around and, around, and around your tongue went. Sucking, and licking, and spitting, and making noises down there while you brought life to my pussy.  My body was hot and shaking with enjoyment. I didn’t want you to stop.  Soon it would be your turn, but not yet. You made me turn over. You buried your face so deep in my fat ass that someone would’ve thought it was your last meal. The same thing you did to my pussy is the same thing you did to my ass. I couldn’t take it any more, so I quickly turned over and sat up.  Now it was your turn.

            I grabbed your dick with my mouth. You smelled so good and clean.  I tried to choke myself with it. In and out, in and out, down my throat, spitting, sucking, gagging until I had a soar throat and my jaws were worn out.  I raised my head and said, “My jaws are tired Babe.”  You said, “Ok. You ready for this dick?”  I laid on my back, you slipped your condom on, and entered me.  Your face expressed how happy you were with how wet I was.  “Damn!”, you whispered, “Tight ass, wet ass pussy.”  Your thrust was so deep and strong that it was almost overwhelming.  But I handled it like a big girl.  I took that dick…ALL of it.  However, I knew my pussy was going pay for it later.  In and out deeper, just the tip, stroking and moving, moaning and humming.  I knew right away that this was the best dick of my 25 years.  You turned me over and thrust in so deep that my pussy squirted ALL…OVER…YOUR…BED!  “You squirtin?”, you asked, “Damn I wanna see that shit!”  You fucked me from the back some more and then you flipped me over so you could see it splash all over your dick and bed. With every stroke was a squishy sound.  I thoroughly enjoyed the look on your face when you realized how soaked I could get your bed.

            We performed different positions that night.  You even had me to squirt right in your mouth.  And I sucked and licked it from your face.  That shit turned me on even more.  I knew as soon as I laid eyes on you that I was going to fuck the shit out of you, but I had no idea that I was going to give it to you that very night.  The session was so fucking delicious that I didn’t even care if you called me again, but you sent me a nasty text message as soon as I left your house, inviting me to come right back on Saturday.  I still have it saved.  I have no recollection of how I drove home that night.  All I could think about was your dick, you mouth, your hands, my pussy. You fucked me so good that night that when I did get home I had to soak my soar pussy in hot water.  I must say that you have yet to disappoint me sexually.  Keep me squirting Babe.

I Used to Date This Guy...

In my early 20's I used to date this guy who only came to my house. We never went to his house. He wasn’t my boyfriend or anything serious. We went out on dates, but it was usually fuckin’! His dick wasn’t that big. I mean it did the job, but his head was amazing. At that time in my life it was the best head I had ever had before in my life, so I didn’t give a fuck. The fact that he only came to my house didn’t bother me because I felt more comfortable in my own home anyway.

One day, after we finished fuckin’, I asked him why we never go to his house. His response was; “I live with my grandmother and she’s mean!” When I first met him, he did inform me that he lived with his grandmother and helped to take care of her. His response; however, puzzled me. I had to inform his black ass that the previous Christmas, I saw him and his relatives on the news crying and upset because his grandmother was killed by a hit and run driver on

Adams Boulevard

in Los Angeles, Ca. Now, when I brought his lie to his attention, he gon’ tell me; “Oh! That was my other grandmother!” I had to remind his black ass again that he told me that grandmother had died years ago and he only had one more left!

Now, one might think that I was upset, but NO! I actually enjoyed seeing the look on his face when I threw his lies back at him. I mean we were just fuckin’ anyway! Why make up lies about granny. I no longer have sexual relations with that man, but I didn’t stop riding his face right away either. We still never hooked up at his house, and I never found out the reason why, but its over and done with anyway. I’m damn near 30. All I can do is look back at some of the shit that I’ve done/accepted and shake my head!