It never felt so good to cum on one's dick!!! With that being said....let's start from the beginning.
I was nervous! Beyond belief, out-of-character nervous!!! Almost to the point of being ashamed of myself. Thank goodness for my cousin's walking outside to break the ice between us...I probably would have fainted right there on the sidewalk if things didn't happen that way. There he was, standing strong, tall and confident (as usual) my Adonis! I was wearing an orange cotton mini-dress that gracefully swayed across my ass with each step I took. My heels weren't too high nor were they too short. I opted for the 3" heels which took my height to 5ft 9inches. He still towered over me at 6ft 5. As the conversation continued between Roger and my cousin's, I proceeded to place my belongings in the back seat of his vehicle. My arms were getting tired from holding my bags and I was starting to glisten from the Las Vegas heat and wanted to be comforted by air conditioning as soon as possible. Roger understood without me having to say one word and proceeded to end the conversation with my relatives.
There was a brief conversation on the way to the restaurant and damn did he smell good!! I was still nervous but allowed my body to relax and conform to the shape of his passenger's seat. Sex was the furthest thing from my mind. I wanted to enjoy him not only mentally but spiritually and Damnnnn, he smelled soooo good!!! He ordered the steak and I the salmon along with a glass of Piesporter to aid with the release of my anxieties. It worked!! By the end of the date I had 2 other cocktails, was forced to play Bingo and enjoyed watching Roger take his spin at a few slot machines. (I don't gamble much) I am currently looking for a support group for Bingo Anonymous...I'm hooked.
As we settled into the evening I was exhausted from the trip itself, along with the high level of emotions. I showered, applied the necessary lotions and potions and climbed into bed...naked of course. I need at least 2 pillows to get in a goodnights rest. One for my back and one for my side. Now I can't quite remember what Roger was doing at that specific time, however I do recall the television being on. It wasn't a big deal to me because again...I was tired. I was at the mid-point of being awake/asleep.....you know....the part where you start to snore a bit, your body relaxes and mouth falls open......that's when it happened. Roger took his arm and swept my entire body under him. What a way to be awakened. You know I like that shit! We kissed, we sucked....oh yeah...there's another part to that!!!I sucked him passionately and was ready to go for it, but Roger had some teasing and pleasing in him and wasn't ready to give in just yet...Oh my...I really don't know how to say this, but to say it! He wrapped his juicy lips around my pussy and began to suck me good. Now, understand something....that is the simple part to share, here's the not so simple part and it's not so simple because it's a first occurrence for me. "I stopped breathing", I literally stopped breathing and started shaking uncontrollably. I don't know if I forgot how to breathe in an instant or if Roger literally sucked the air out of me. Mmmmm Daddy....Damnnnnn...I like that..you got me having clit tremors over here in AZ. There is more to this story but I have been typing for a bit and have decided to put an end to this portion, however, before I do the conclusion to all of this: I Love Roger! I'm In Love With Roger! and I want to scream it to the entire world! Oh, I just did!!!!
PSSST...
Monday, August 15, 2011
Vegas Baby (Clean Version)
Hello, hello, hello....I missed blogging and regret to a certain degree that I opted to leave my laptop at home. Nonetheless, I am ready to share my adventures with you. If you noticed, the sub-title of this post states: Clean Version. It may be wholesome enough for your parents to read, although I wouldn't recommend it.
My main objective for my Vegas trip was to of course visit Roger and determine if the fire was still going between the two of us. You can read more about that in my "dirty version." I had the greatest time with a family member that I hadn't seen in over 16 years. The last time I saw him was at my Grandmother's funeral (his aunt). He is now 67 and has definitely developed and gracefully accepted his "old man" swag. As we walked along the trails of Fairmount Avenue, The Hoover Dam and The Mohave dessert, I couldn't help but notice the constant stares and smiles from women of all age and race groups. He loved it!!!
Once we retired to his home, we had the opportunity to speak on the family and I was able to obtain some much needed information to share with the younger generation of my family. I was surprised at the energy of wanting to "go" everywhere, when all I wanted to do was lay on the sofa and watch Sportscenter.
Thank you Cousin for all the knowledge, education, gutt busting laughs and insights. Trust and believe I will see you real soon. Much Love!
My main objective for my Vegas trip was to of course visit Roger and determine if the fire was still going between the two of us. You can read more about that in my "dirty version." I had the greatest time with a family member that I hadn't seen in over 16 years. The last time I saw him was at my Grandmother's funeral (his aunt). He is now 67 and has definitely developed and gracefully accepted his "old man" swag. As we walked along the trails of Fairmount Avenue, The Hoover Dam and The Mohave dessert, I couldn't help but notice the constant stares and smiles from women of all age and race groups. He loved it!!!
Once we retired to his home, we had the opportunity to speak on the family and I was able to obtain some much needed information to share with the younger generation of my family. I was surprised at the energy of wanting to "go" everywhere, when all I wanted to do was lay on the sofa and watch Sportscenter.
Thank you Cousin for all the knowledge, education, gutt busting laughs and insights. Trust and believe I will see you real soon. Much Love!
Friday, August 5, 2011
Preparing...
I may not be around for the next few days, so I thought I would give you guys a "heads up". However, I will guarantee you that come next week, lets say 9 days from now...I will be back!
The time has finally arrived for me to feel the warm embrace of Roger. It's been a long wait, but you know how the saying goes.."good things come to those who wait." In order for me to be "every woman", not just for Roger but for myself as well, I need to prepare mentally and physically for this. I was supposed to start my sit-up sessions 6 weeks ago, well that sure in the hell didn't happen. I'm not worried about that, cushion is always better for the pushin. I've been repeating to myself these words for the past two weeks "don't faint fool", "don't faint!" Is it possible? Fuck yeah!! I'm usually good at playing it cool but...well, we're talking about Roger.
A few years ago I had a professional brazilian wax done, it was all the rave of Hollywood, so I thought I would give it a try. I will NEVER do that shit again! My ass couldn't sit comfortably, let along fuck for 6 days. I've since stuck with my old faithful of shaving. If you're not familiar with what a brazilian wax is, allow me to help make it clear. Hot wax is placed on your coochie hairs, top, alongside the coochie walls and in some cases your ass, there's another name for that wax though, but I can't remember (somebody help me out) cloth strips are placed on top of the wax and without warning from the technician, a rapid and painful pull is administered to remove your hair. I've been told if you continue to have this procedure done, your body becomes less sensitive to the pain, Again, I say "Fuck That!" That shit opened my sinuses. Hey, if it works for you, more power to you.
I will however, run my bath water with a couple drops of peppermint oil, have my cherry scented candles lit (lights still on, I gotta shave) and my "sex me baby" music playing. People? I know we get so busy with running errands, taking care of family and friends, working and all the other diversions of life and the convenience of a shower is nice and serves it's purpose, but baby...You need to soak your ass in a tub at least twice a week. IJS (I'm just saying). I will allow the water to cover every open cavity of my body and allow myself to relax to my warm atmosphere. I've opted not to have a cocktail this time around for my bath because I want to make certain there aren't any mishaps with my shaving. I need for my skin to be smooth as butter and besides those little cuts you get from shaving can hurt for quite some time and I don't want to risk the possibility of any uncomfortable positions.
I usually start with the non-sensitive area of my body which is the underarms, from there my breasts (Ladies, pay attention, your titties more than likely have hair around them, check your nipple area) from my breasts to my legs, to my thighs to my....mmmmm...my pussy. I want it smooth as silk!!! and last but not least, my ass!!! When done with care and patience, the only hair that will be on my body will be the hair on my head.
I'm ready baby! Are you?
PSSST...
The time has finally arrived for me to feel the warm embrace of Roger. It's been a long wait, but you know how the saying goes.."good things come to those who wait." In order for me to be "every woman", not just for Roger but for myself as well, I need to prepare mentally and physically for this. I was supposed to start my sit-up sessions 6 weeks ago, well that sure in the hell didn't happen. I'm not worried about that, cushion is always better for the pushin. I've been repeating to myself these words for the past two weeks "don't faint fool", "don't faint!" Is it possible? Fuck yeah!! I'm usually good at playing it cool but...well, we're talking about Roger.
A few years ago I had a professional brazilian wax done, it was all the rave of Hollywood, so I thought I would give it a try. I will NEVER do that shit again! My ass couldn't sit comfortably, let along fuck for 6 days. I've since stuck with my old faithful of shaving. If you're not familiar with what a brazilian wax is, allow me to help make it clear. Hot wax is placed on your coochie hairs, top, alongside the coochie walls and in some cases your ass, there's another name for that wax though, but I can't remember (somebody help me out) cloth strips are placed on top of the wax and without warning from the technician, a rapid and painful pull is administered to remove your hair. I've been told if you continue to have this procedure done, your body becomes less sensitive to the pain, Again, I say "Fuck That!" That shit opened my sinuses. Hey, if it works for you, more power to you.
I will however, run my bath water with a couple drops of peppermint oil, have my cherry scented candles lit (lights still on, I gotta shave) and my "sex me baby" music playing. People? I know we get so busy with running errands, taking care of family and friends, working and all the other diversions of life and the convenience of a shower is nice and serves it's purpose, but baby...You need to soak your ass in a tub at least twice a week. IJS (I'm just saying). I will allow the water to cover every open cavity of my body and allow myself to relax to my warm atmosphere. I've opted not to have a cocktail this time around for my bath because I want to make certain there aren't any mishaps with my shaving. I need for my skin to be smooth as butter and besides those little cuts you get from shaving can hurt for quite some time and I don't want to risk the possibility of any uncomfortable positions.
I usually start with the non-sensitive area of my body which is the underarms, from there my breasts (Ladies, pay attention, your titties more than likely have hair around them, check your nipple area) from my breasts to my legs, to my thighs to my....mmmmm...my pussy. I want it smooth as silk!!! and last but not least, my ass!!! When done with care and patience, the only hair that will be on my body will be the hair on my head.
I'm ready baby! Are you?
PSSST...
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Pussy on a Plate
So you go out to dinner and order your favorite steak just the way you like it; whether it's rare, medium rare or well done. Well this is sort of like the same thing. Before I begin this evenings post, I would just like to say "Fella's, I'm really disappointed!" I'm not speaking on all of the Fella's this evening but I am talking about the 15 gentlemen that I personally know and was either too embarrassed or afraid to answer my poll question of the day. I know your asses are looking and you know who the hell you are. However, I would like to say "Thank you" to the two wonderful gents that did reply to my poll question of the day, which is: "How do you like your pussy? Bald, Fuzzy or Hairy?" Only two responses huh? I will invite my readers once again to participate in my poll question. If you're interested, simply send an email to dallasromandotcom@yahoo.com with the words "I'm interested". Pretty simple and ouchless. Keep in mind, I will always change the names to protect the innocent as well as the not so innocent.
The first gentleman that answered my question was Jacob. It is apparent that Jacob simply likes the fact that pussy is on a plate. His response was simply "Either, as long as it's neat." This tells me no wild ass hairs growing down the leg or up the stomach, just plain neat. I can appreciate neatness. Thanks Jacob for joining in!
The next and last gentleman was Harrison. I got the impression that Harrison was a bit shy with his response, however, he was kind enough to answer that he likes his pussy HAIRY! Nothing wrong with a man knowing what he wants and how he likes it.
I started shaving my pussy in my early 20's for two reason's. The first was due to my career choice at the time required it. You can't have hair flowing out of your damn thong bikini when you're in the spotlight. That shit just doesn't look right. My second reason was that it eliminated something additional for me to play with or braid. My hands tend to roam in odd places for whatever reason. When I was 23 years old, I developed the courage to have my 1st tattoo done. The 19 year old artist was very nervous and professional at the same time. He was shaking trying to control his mind and manhood and I was shaking because quite frankly that shit hurt. I don't give a fuck what anybody tells you, listen to me!!! Tattoo's hurt!!! I may be saying this because of where I've had my two tatt's strategically placed, but I have vowed that I am done with the ink and needle. So anywho, the young gent from the tattoo place had the pleasure of inking my bald pussy. I felt that it would be the ultimate honor if a man was ever to see my 1st tattoo, this rule still applies today. Therefore, my coochie is always bald! no landing strips, no patches, just me and the tatt.
PSSST...
The first gentleman that answered my question was Jacob. It is apparent that Jacob simply likes the fact that pussy is on a plate. His response was simply "Either, as long as it's neat." This tells me no wild ass hairs growing down the leg or up the stomach, just plain neat. I can appreciate neatness. Thanks Jacob for joining in!
The next and last gentleman was Harrison. I got the impression that Harrison was a bit shy with his response, however, he was kind enough to answer that he likes his pussy HAIRY! Nothing wrong with a man knowing what he wants and how he likes it.
I started shaving my pussy in my early 20's for two reason's. The first was due to my career choice at the time required it. You can't have hair flowing out of your damn thong bikini when you're in the spotlight. That shit just doesn't look right. My second reason was that it eliminated something additional for me to play with or braid. My hands tend to roam in odd places for whatever reason. When I was 23 years old, I developed the courage to have my 1st tattoo done. The 19 year old artist was very nervous and professional at the same time. He was shaking trying to control his mind and manhood and I was shaking because quite frankly that shit hurt. I don't give a fuck what anybody tells you, listen to me!!! Tattoo's hurt!!! I may be saying this because of where I've had my two tatt's strategically placed, but I have vowed that I am done with the ink and needle. So anywho, the young gent from the tattoo place had the pleasure of inking my bald pussy. I felt that it would be the ultimate honor if a man was ever to see my 1st tattoo, this rule still applies today. Therefore, my coochie is always bald! no landing strips, no patches, just me and the tatt.
PSSST...
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