Talk That Sh!# by Alexess



Talk That Sh!# by Alexess

I have been extremely busy so, a tip is all I have time for! If you do this right, this will be the only tip needed

Sex is so much damn better, fun and entertaining when you talk dirty! If done right, you can blow your man’s mind!!!  Say this: “Baby fuck me with your hard dick all night long and I taste my wet juicy pussy.” After your man hears you talk like that he will perhaps lick you on the spot!

Talking dirty will turn your man on and can also enhance a woman’s sexual experience and confidence. If you use the right words, you’ll really drive him wild while helping him to do better in bed. Talking dirty will help practice the dirty little things you preach. Unfortunately, a lot of women have no idea what to say.

Try these on for size…

“I want to get naked with you right now.”
“Do you like the way that feels?”
“Use your mouth on me.”
“I love the things you do with your tongue.”
“You’re so damn gorgeous.”
“Want to see what I really want? Come closer…”
“Tell me what you want.”
“This is going to be the dirtiest night of your life.”
“It drives me crazy when you look at me that way…”
“You taste so good.”
“Come over here and ride me hard.”
“Your wish is my command.”
“I want to feel those sweet lips all over me.”
“I’m going to suck you like a lollipop.”

Imani Wisdom: I Betcha I Can Make You Scream…


Extra, Extra…read all about it! Imani sent us another piece to post! How very cool. Enjoy folks, we did!!!

I Betcha I Can Make You Scream

By Imani Wisdom

After long meetings with an important business client overseas, myself and a few business associates were flying back home on the company jet.  The quiet plane ride soothed me as I reclined in my seat, resting away any lingering public relations duties.  My time in Paris wasn’t all hectic, as I shopped in the finest Parisian stores, including a shop for lovers. I didn’t overspend in a place that would raise more than just eyebrows.  It tickled my fancy, as well.

“Emma,” called out my personal assistant, interrupting my near deep sleep.

Opening my eyes to a tall, stout woman with buttermilk skin and short dark hair, my personal assistant had her cell phone resting on her shoulder as if not wanting the caller to hear her.

“Emma,” she whispered. “It’s the editor of the Chicago Tribune. He needs to talk—”

“Tell him to call back!” I interrupted.

“But…” she stuttered.

I raised my head from the comfortable headrest to make sure my PA heard me loud and clear.  “I said for him to call me later. Whatever statement he wants, he’ll get it before the end of the day,” I said, again reclining my head and resting my eyes.

Apparently, she heard me, as she returned the phone to her ear, creating a magnificent lie.  I know that editor understood at that time things were hectic.  I have dozens of celebrities on my roll to spin or cover their bullshit, and I am paid well to work their bullshit.  So if an editor of a newspaper, twenty-four-hour news network, magazine, or a blogger, needs a statement badly enough they can wait.  Yes, I got it like that!

Then suddenly, I felt a small breeze because someone decided to sit in the seat next to me.  I opened my eyes with a near menacing stare, but to my surprise, it was one of my business associates who happened to be my husband.

“Hey, baby,” he smiled.

“It’s been a long day,” I said, returning the smile. “This is the first time we’re actually alone.”

He took my hand to kiss the back of my light mahogany skin.  My husband didn’t speak another word.  His eyes told the story of how much he missed me.  Of course, he attended all the business meetings with me, but he and I never had time to ourselves.  If we did speak, it was about work.

Then something came to mind. It was something that had been weighing heavy on my mind since I visited that store.  I looked deeper into his dark, mesmerizing eyes and he looked into mine.  For some reason, I think he knew what I was going to say.

“Baby,” I said, with a wicked smile, “I betcha I can make you scream before we land in Indy.”

With a raise of an eyebrow, my husband smiled with curiosity.  He leaned toward my lip-gloss glazed lips and landed a sweet kiss.  “What are you up to?” he asked.

“Follow me and you’ll find out,” I replied, raising from my seat wearing a black sleek one-piece dress, accentuating my curves.  Nearby was my huge Chanel bag that I grabbed to straddle over my shoulder.  The importance of carrying my purse wasn’t security concerns, but it was what was inside that I wanted to share with my husband—something I bought from that Parisian store.

As he joined me inside the restroom, we momentarily gazed at one another with deep passion.  I walked my pink stilettos toward his six-foot-five frame to feel my way under his beige sweater, touching his chiseled body.  A usual sensation pierced through my essence.  My nipples hardened and my vaginal walls suddenly contracted.  I wanted him like there was no tomorrow.

I planted a soft kiss against his juicy lips. The trails of his nectar traveled my neck, kissing me downward to my black dress.  He hoisted my petite body to the sink, raising my dress and getting a glimpse of my female wonder. The look on his face told me he wanted to give me pleasure beyond belief.  But before my husband’s lips nestled my clit, I quickly commanded, “NO, I want to shake up things.”

I slid off the sink, balancing on my stilettos, and put him against the sink.  As I was removing his belt, the clank of the buckle to get to his dick was turning me on.  Though devouring his masculinity was a goal that I had to achieve.

And there it was, his lustrous, manly stick resting inside my palm.  His smooth rigidness has been my satisfaction for ten years.  Yet I wanted to go out of the norm.  My husband always claims to have an open mind.  I believe it, but I wanted him to show it.

I’d salivated onto his dick, blowing it as though it was a candy cane.  Despite the fact his moaning didn’t suffice my purpose, I wanted to give to him more.  So I reached inside my purse to grab my new gift.

While I continued to lock my jaws around his bulgy veins, his moans were percolating to a slight roar.  My lip-gloss created invisible marks on his manhood and thighs, as he clinched his hands firmly on the sink.

“Oh, baby!” he whimpered. “That feels so good!”

Quickly, I stopped for a moment to put my finger to my lips.  “Shhhhh,” I said softly.  My hand caressed his smooth caramel skin without an expression.  “Do you trust me?” I asked him.  My husband anxiously nodded his head like a curious child.

Again, my mouth met  his manhood, sucking him hard.  As I firmly grasped his core, I gelled my gift and entered his door.  There were squirming and a few gasps on his part, but it eased to an unexpected pleasure.

The more I kept continuing my mission, the more I could sense he loved every moment of it.  His roars suddenly upgraded to whimpering and from whimpering to grunts.  Yet still no scream.

So I rammed in to him as if I knew what it was like to be a man, gliding in and out of him like a graceful piece of art.  My mouth firmed harder onto my husband, and I could nearly taste his sweetness.

Then all of sudden, he grabbed a piece of my hair while gritting his teeth with a long grunt.  “OH SHIT, BABY!” he screeched. “I’M ABOUT TO…”

And it happened, my husband’s moans, whimpers, and grunts had reached a level of screams.  My gift dug deeper and deeper while my lips adhered to his dick.

“OH MY…BABY…WHOA…” he screamed.

Then his rich sweetness met the tip of my tongue.  My mission was complete. I made him scream thousands of feet in the air.

While catching his breath, my husband wondered aloud.  “Baby, I can’t believe you just fucked me in my ass.”

“Well, don’t think of it like that,” I answered, cleaning my gift.  “Think of it like you had a joyous adventure.  But you liked it, though, right?” I concluded.

He kissed me as if not wanting to make the confession.  Though his wink said otherwise.  I knew it!

As we exited the bathroom, our employees and associates tried avoiding our eye contact.  I know they had to have heard our pleasurable moment.  So whatever they heard, oh well.

“Emma,” quickly said my PA.  She held my cell phone and pointed in my direction.  “It’s that editor again, Emma. He’s demanding to speak with you!”

I sighed and then kissed my husband once more before he joined the associates.  So I took my cell and finally replied to this editor in two words: “NO COMMENT.”
See? All in a days work!
© 2012, Imani Wisdom

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Katrina Gurl: Open the Door to Wonderful!


Never be afraid to try new things in your relationship!!! Open up the world to wonderful by learning the splendor of sex!


“Jeremy! Jeremy!” yelled an excited Kendall after her first class over at the City College of San Francisco. “What is it babe!” He says, removing his glasses and closing his studies to see what Kendall was yelling about. “What going on…what’s the fuss about?”

Kendall was eager to gain a wealth of knowledge in sexuality and apply everything she’d learned to quickly implement it in her relationship since she and Jeremy were newlyweds. They were both still in college and she wanted their sexuality to always remain fresh, new and exciting by enrolling in a “History of Sexuality” course.

Today was her first day and all the professor went over was basically the syllabus. As the class followed along to see what they’d be covering for the semester; Kendall was intrigued by something on the outline called “Tantrism.” Though here attention was sparked, she realized that that particular topic would not be covered in the class until three weeks down the road.  She runs over to “J” and says, “you are not gonna believe what I learned today in my sexuality class! Well, we won’t be covering it for like three weeks, but I sure did Google it on my lunch break.”

“Well, are you gonna share the wealth today? I’ve got some studying to do!” he says, putting his glasses back on his face in an attempt to go back to studying. “You are always Googling something or another, so what is it today?” Kendall removed his glasses from his face and said, “I will be learning about Tantrism soon.” Jeremy reached for his glasses, but she jerked her hand back so he couldn’t grasp them, she still wanted his full attention. “Um, Tan Who? What is Tantrism….sounds unsafe Kendall.”Jeremy replied.

“It’s Ton – tra – iz – um.” She sounded out each syllable to him slowly as if she was teaching him to read. Then she goes on to say, “What I found on Google was pretty amazing and I couldn’t wait to get home to you to tell you about it. I went to some site by a lady name Ashley and found that Tantric sex is kind of “sexual magic” which brings pleasure, power, energy, and control and through the rituals have existed for thousands of years, they have been virtually unknown in the Western World.”

Kendal pulled out her syllabus to show Jeremy just what she was talking about. She point to section three and says, “Okay, listen to this.”

Jeremy was just as intrigued as Kendall read:

Tantric Sex is the ancient key to sexual pleasure and psychic power, attained through a set of rituals practiced by the “Hindu Cult of Ecstasy.”

They can enable you to reach new heights of sexual pleasure and at the same time tap your sexual energy for creative use in other areas of your life. It has taken many years for modern psychology to discover what the Tantric Masters have known all along – that all animals, including man, are in their most intense state of conscious and subconscious concentration during sexual involvement.

Through its rituals, Tantra teaches ways to carry this intense focus of concentration into all areas of life. The rituals make it possible to enjoy sex more often, for longer periods of greater pleasure than you have ever known before. And the more frequently you have sex, the more quickly and powerfully your sexual energy will regenerate itself.

Kendal continues, “And Jeremy, to make a long story short, I even read on some other site that through Tantric sex, men too can have multiple orgasms due to having a Tantric sexual experience because of it being spiritual. Can you imagine us having sex and also having simultaneous orgasms together?” Jeremy had a blank look on his face, but Kendall kept right on talking. “Sure, achieving an orgasm is a plus, but if you focus solely on the grand finale, you’ll miss the amazing range of feeling the rest of the show offers. Tantric sex will bring us closer and make our sexual experience even better and if you time it just right, you can come with me…just absorb and imagine the sexual unison!!! Is that something you think you could get used to around here Jeremy?”

Jeremy stood there imagining himself having more than one orgasm per session and was sold. It almost looks like his mouth was watering a little bit as he listened to Kendall ramble on in excitement about what she’d learned. After he shook himself from his seemingly impure thoughts, he said, “Yes, I would love to learn this with you babe…perhaps we can start lessons now!” Kendall gently placed his glasses back on his face, slides his study book closer to him and said, “See ya when the class gets on that part, you have some studying to do!”  Then Kendall walks away laughing at him for becoming so aroused. END

Ancient sexual teachings and techniques that are still very relevant. Tantric sex is a wonderful and gratifying experience. Tantra sex can be compared to no other sexual experience you’ve had in the past. TRUST!!!  It’s like a mesh of yoga and sex wrapped in one.

DonnaMae Greaves: His Decadent Mistress…

Looks we were blessed with a surprise visit from one of our favorite writers! Enjoy this short story by DonnaMae Greaves…author of At Last available on AMAZON

His Decadent Mistress

His Decadent Mistress…

People always ring the doorbell when I’m up to my elbow in cookie dough, Karma grumbled, moving from behind her counter. She looked out the panel window and saw Ché – her assistant Lisa’s boyfriend’s brother. “Hello Ché – Lisa’s not here as yet,” she said opening the door.

“Oh I didn’t think she was,” he responded, stepping into the little shop. He followed her back to the kitchen and watched her walk back to her space. Mmm – mmm – good, he thought, appreciating the sexy sway of her full hips. Karma was covered in flour but there was something just naturally sexy about the way she looked. “I actually came by to drop off these chocolate-covered hazelnut pieces that you said you were trying to get.” Karma looked up – her eyes wide, her lips smiling.

“Ché are you serious?” Her usual supplier had informed her that there were discontinuing the hazelnut pieces that she needed for her biggest selling cookie, Hazy Hazelnut.

She had taken the leap of faith two years ago and left the world of chartered accounting to follow her heart and Lisa her assistant had leapt with her. They now ran a successful cookie shop and karma was the cookie mistress. She left the figures and marketing to Lisa – that was her forte. “You have no idea how thankful I am for this! Where did you find them,” Karma asked, caressing the burlap sack of pieces. Ché’s eyes were lost in her cleavage and it took him a couple seconds to refocus on her question.

“Huh? Oh – uhmm … I just asked around when I was laid over on one of my flights and they pointed me to the factory; but you may have to start making your bits yourself because they really are gonna stop doing them.” Karma looked up from the dough that she had returned to and smiled. Ché felt as if someone had punched him in the stomach. God, you’re beautiful, he thought as he looked into her chocolate brown eyes.

Karma was one those wholesome beauties. She was mixed in heritage, with beautiful cinnamon brown skin, and a natural blush on her cheeks. She wore her hair naturally and braided down her back. She had a ready smile and laughing eyes, and had no idea how sexy she was with her full figure – womanly curves and full beautiful breasts. He had been gone from the moment he had seen her but knowing his playboy nature, Lisa had warned him off and good. Unfortunately his yearning for Karma had just gotten worse over the past year. He did everything he could to be around her, and that night at the Decadence Cookies anniversary party three weeks ago when she had lamented the loss of her chocolate hazelnuts, Ché decided that this was the time to act on what he had been feeling for so long. He had scoured the internet night and day for a full week until he found the product and arranged to have it couriered to the city nearest to one of his airports. He was a commercial airline captain, so he knew his way around most of the countries he flew to.

“Ché are you listening to me,” she asked. It looked like he was looking at her, but now she was uncertain.

“Karma I’m sorry, I’m a little pre-occupied,” he said, smiling nervously.

“Uh-huh … what’s this lady’s name,” she laughed.

“You wouldn’t believe it if I told you,” he answered. Karma looked at him then, remembering that she had always thought that Ché secretly carried a torch for his brother’s girl. He seemed to always be in the shop and underfoot – not that she minded – Ché was very, very easy on the eyes. He was gorgeous actually … tall and built like a brick funnel, with the dreamiest brown eyes that seemed to look into a person’s soul.

“Well please don’t tell me, but answer me this. How can I ever repay you for this wonderful package,” she asked as she finished kneading the chocolate chocolate-chip dough. Ché watched her hands working the dough and wondered how it would feel to have her hands on his body.

“Dinner,” he blurted out, “My choice of spot and I don’t have to tell you where,” he raced to finish.

To say that karma was shocked was an understatement. She observed the uneasy drumming of his fingers on the table and looked up at his face. Yep, he’s nervous, she thought. “Okay deal – when?” Ché visibly relaxed.

“Well it’s Saturday, and you’re not opened tomorrow so what about tonight?” Karma smiled and nodded.

Later, while getting ready for her ‘mystery date’ Karma wondered what Ché had planned. She had discussed it with Lisa, who just sat at the butcher block table with her mouth hanging open. Her only advice had been to ‘look hot’. As she stepped into her bronze coloured silk teddy, she wondered if she was going to be properly dressed for whatever he had planned or over dressed. She picked up the black linen dress that she had chosen and giggled. Lisa said look hot; well this was one of her hottest dresses, with its fitted empire bodice and flowing skirt. The deep V-cut exposed quite a bit of décolletage but she had a fabulous bust line and she believed in making the best of what she was given.

Ché was speechless when he picked her up. “Oh … my,” was all he could manage. She gave him one of her killer smiles, and again he was hit in the stomach. They drove for about ten minutes until they came to a park. Ché handed Karma out of the car and she stood there in her clear stiletto sling backs wondering at her choice of shoes. Maybe I should have worn sneaks’, she chagrined as she surveyed the ‘land’ before her. She looked back to see Ché taking stuff out of the trunk of the car. “Stay right here and don’t move until I tell you,” he said, heading off between some trees. Had she not been comfortable with him, she would be a little nervous, and just as she was about to head back into the car, the corner of the park sprung to life with miniature tree lights.

She gasped as she finally saw the scene that was set between the trees. There was a table set for two, and another table with dinner set out. Wow, she thought, as she watched Ché walk towards her, red and white roses in hand. “Come with me,” he asked, holding out his hand to her. She stretched her hand out to meet his and the electricity that passed from him to her and back again was quite the delightful surprise.

Ché looked into her eyes and smiled. He relaxed when he noted her surprise. So far so good, he thought, placing her into her seat. He rested the roses in her lap and went about serving up the scrumptious pasta primavera dinner. When he finally sat across from her, they just sat looking at each other. Suddenly she was seeing him with new eyes, and he was just reveling in the way she looked. “Uhm,” she began, nervously fingering the brocade of the tablecloth, “This might sound silly, but I’m not hungry … for food that is.” She watched the slow seductive side smile form on his lips, and licked her own, biting the corner of her bottom lip – the way she always did when her mind was wandering. She never took her eyes of his lips as her mind wandered into his bedroom – wherever the hell it was – and she saw herself ripping off that really expensive looking Pima cotton shirt that he was wearing the hell out of. Karma had the sudden urge to get on top of him and ride him into submission.

He stood up and took her hand. “Come on,” he said, half pulling her, half leading her up a cobbled pathway. They arrived at a little cottage at the edge of the park.

“What is this,” she asked, not really caring, but she had to break the silence.

“This is my home. I hate apartments, and I couldn’t find a house that I really liked, and a friend of mine was selling this and moving to the mountains so I bought it from her. Come in.” Karma loved the cottage on sight but she didn’t care for a tour at this moment.

She walked over to where he stood leaning on the door, and leaning into him she kissed him like her life depended on it. He wrapped his arms around her. He moaned as she nibbled on his bottom lip and he groped her ass. With his other hand he tried to find the zipper for that confounded linen contraption she wore. She moved his hand to her side so he could feel the button that held the dress together. She felt him smile as she pulled his jacket off and felt for the buttons of his shirt. “Mhmmmm,” he muttered as his hands came into contact with the teddy. She stepped out of the dress and was about to take her shoes off when he stopped her. “Fuck no – leave those on baby,” he said pulling her towards the bedroom. He negotiated the furniture by instinct and she followed his lead. He kicked the door open and turned her to the bed, but she turned him around and he fell unto the bed. They looked at each other through lust glazed eyes, breathing heavily. She smiled at him and licked her lips. “God – when you do that – ooh,” he said.

“Shhh…,” she said and she leaned down and kissed him. He reached up and released her bun, watching in wonder as her hair fell to her shoulders. He had never kissed a woman with his eyes open, but this felt right somehow.

She moved her lips to his neck and shoulders and he shuddered as he felt the tip of her tongue on his skin. It felt like she had branded him. She let her hands drift to his waist band and she began to undo the hooks and his zipper. She reached into his trousers and shorts, and felt him throbbing against her fingers. It was her turn to shudder. Karma’s entire body was ablaze with a passion for this man that shocked her, but somehow there was no need to fight it. Ché put his hands on her shoulders and eased her back up to him. She complied. He slid the straps of her teddy down her arms, fascinated by her breasts. He leaned forward and took one of her nipples into his mouth. She shuddered and held on to the back of his head. “Dammit Ché,” she started, “Wait a minute.” He never stopped his assault, his hand on the other breast. He looked up and shook his head.

“No babygirl, no stopping, not now – not ever.” He rolled, pinning her beneath him as he did. He stood up letting his trousers drop and peeled off his shorts. He reached onto the bed and removed her teddy. “Dayum,” he whispered as he adored her nakedness laid out before him.

“Come here baby,” she whispered, opening her arms to him. He climbed unto the bed and laid in her arms, kissing her tenderly as he did.

“Home,” he whispered as he let his mouth travel down the decadent length and width of her body. “You’re my mistress now,” he said, looking up from between her thighs.

“I know … and you’re my master,” she smiled, her body quivering in anticipation of what he was about to do. “Lay back and relax baby. I’m going to treat you so … so good.” She purred. “Yeah baby … make mama happy,” she whispered, pressing his face into her.

“Yes Mistress,” he smiled, as he kissed her inner thighs and went to work making her happy. It was his pleasure to brand this woman as his own … from the inside out.

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