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Aug 29, 2005 1:41 pm
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He is in many ways my equal in every sense of the word. That's rare when it comes to finding a submissive, or any man who brings to the table similar traits as I do for that matter. Nevertheless, he is my equal intellectually. Our fantasies and perversions are parallel, our tastes and sensibilities are congruent; there is a synergy and compatibility that transcended reality. For all of my potential and visionary gifts he was equally as talented and rare. He is the submissive counterpart to my divine domination.
He will forever be tortured with thoughts of me. How could he now be? For the very first time in his life he feels as if he is accepted for who he really was and not shunned for it. He could let down his guard with me and be the dark and perverted creation of his imagination. His arousal will be terminally tied to me. I hold the key to his secret desires. Every time his cock gets hard, every time he feels that overwhelming urge, he will have no choice but to think of me, to think of what we could share.
What's his dirty little secret? You see he is a slut for black dick. This otherwise intelligent, masculine, straight looking and acting white man craves black dick. It's become his obsession. He fights thinking about the concept that he could possibly be bi or god forbid . . . gay. It's hard for him to even think of the possibility. He is fascinated with them. In terms of his arousal, his own little cock is insignificant to him; his ass has become his erogenous zone. He needs to be penetrated deep and hard by relentless black dicks that fuck him deep in his very soul. He needs to be and beaten and used by powerful black dicks. He is consumed with thoughts of being a sissy faggot with an insatiable asscunt that pleasures scores of black men, leaving them drained while he is begging for more. He dreams of endless amounts of sperm dripping from his slutty hole, sucking the dirty dicks that have ravished the depths of his colon, he lives for the day he can be used as a toilet and cum dump to black men that remind him constantly that he is nothing. He fantasizes of giving up his rights and privileges as a human being to become the sexual bitch of gorgeous black men with power thick weapons of meat that hang obscenely from their crotches. He longs to hear a Black man say, I own your fuckhole you white sissy faggot. You ram my hard black prick in you any time I want and you better like it.
Right now, he can hide behind the pretense that he wants to do it as an act of submission to a woman. He feels a certain level of security holding on to the notion that he only wants a woman to penetrate him or that he would do it to please a domme but the need for real dick will continue to haunt him until he experiences it. He swears he has no romantic attraction to men, only to getting fucked. That makes him that much more of a slut. Dick: sucking it, getting fucked by it, worshipping it, is his desire. His fantasies revolve around having a pussy and getting fucked like a woman. He fucks himself with a dildo and in his mind he becomes a woman: a desirable, wanton submissive white pussy to be used by men whenever gets enough dick or cum.
I understand his desires. I take him to a place mentally that would allow him to explore his fantasies and be a "real man" in public. I have strapped on and made him ride my fake dick in an attempt to satisfie his insatiable pussy. My normally soft and sensuous persona is replaced by the woman who takes savage revenge on him when Im pounding him with my 12 inch dildo and hes screaming that it hurts but begging for me to do it harder, to squeeze his nuts, to brand him and tattoo him like livestock to show the world that he is a worthless and pathetic white cunt that lives to be used and abused.
Now, if you are reading this and you feel your chest tightened, your heart is pounding, your breathing is labored, and your is cock harder than its ever been and leaking like a faucet. . . If your asspussy is throbbing and you feel as if Ive read your mind and delved into the deepest, darkest recesses of your very soul. If you long to be used and degraded in extraordinarily perverted and disgusting ways that are beyond your comprehension, ask yourself if you are willing to pay the price to become what you long to be.
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My Beloved
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Aug 28, 2005 10:19 pm
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Come lover; lie all night between my breasts. Suckle and nurse from me as I provide for you spiritual nourishment. Lay your weary head on me and let me provide shelter for you from the stresses of the day. I will be your refuge and your respite. Come lover; lay your weight upon me. Feel out bodies crushed together; see our limbs intertwined, a beautiful embrace where you have no ending and I no beginning. We are the alpha and the omega made manifest as one. We are yin and yang, created perfectly to give one another balance and completion. Oh dear lover, fill your hands with the fullness of my hips, grip them as tightly as you would a security blanket in the dead of night when you are awakened from your peaceful slumber by a nightmare.
I will protect you; I will shelter you always with my love. I can affirm that you are my beloved and that I am yours because I know that ours is a love created in the stars and birthed in grace. Come lover; let my legs surround you, pulling you closer as we prepare to journey to a holy union of body, mind and soul. Let me feed you with my words of support and encouragement; let me bathe you with my kisses softly down your spine. Let us possess each other so that your breath becomes my life force, my heartbeat becomes your rhythmic pulse, our vibrations rise together and until we become one.
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Face sitting
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Aug 28, 2005 2:18 pm
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He hovered somewhere between consciousness and ecstasy. His senses were deprived and he was overwhelmed with the sensation of wanting to gasp for air along with the intense feelings in his throbbing cock. She had lowered her full weight on him and was making herself comfortable for a long ride. And what a ride it was. Her full ebony ass shielded his vision and her full frame prevented much movement on his part.
The slippery folds of her pussy coated his face with juices as his tongue and jaw ached from trying his best to pleasure his Nubian goddess and give her pleasure. She masturbated herself back and forth at times, rubbing his nose from clit to asshole; the sexy scent of her cunt a stark contrast to the musky aroma of her ass hole. He loved it; he loved every second of sweet torture.
Occasionally, she would raise herself up to give him a brief second of reprieve. For that instant, his eyes would be flooded with light, he would gasp for air like a man drowning and he would feel the cool air revive him. But rather than being the sensation he craved, he longed to feel the warmth and security of the weight of his beautiful Black Mistress as he teetered near the edge of suffocation and orgasm. She taunted him, teased him, asking him if he could take more. She humiliated and degraded him. Look at your pathetic cock, jerking wildly, knowing that the last breath you take could be getting me off. Make me cum white boy. Make me cum and I just may let you cum . . . and live.
She began bouncing up and down, aroused by the idea of having that much control over another human being. Aroused that she could slap and twist the worthless submissives balls to no end and know that he just wanted more and more pain, or was it pleasure?
His ears covered by her legs, he could barely hear her moans but he knew that she was about to cum. He sensed the muscles in her legs tighten up and she was more aggressive with her gyrations. He was going to be crushed. The only thing that kept him alive was the fact that she was stroking his cock, twisting it, slapping it, and masturbating him to orgasm.
Copyright 2004 AfroerotiK
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Midnight Tango
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Aug 28, 2005 6:26 am
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It was not a night to sleep; it was a night for sweltering passions. The humidity hung thick in the air and the temperature was as unforgiving as the Sub-Saharan sun at midday. A sexy sheen of perspiration bathed your body as I lay silently watching you. The white cotton sheet wrapped sensuously around your legs, a tangled mass, was evidence of our previous intense, sweaty lovemaking.
Dance with me, I whispered as I saw your body stir. Come; lets use the moon as our spotlight and the rhythm of the night as our music. I pulled your sleepy frame from the bed and put my arms around you. You laughed at my silly suggestion but the intensity of our naked bodies moving together, the electricity between us as we held each other close, inspired a dance of erotic expression.
We fit together perfectly, our bodies like pieces in a sensual puzzle. The drumbeat pulsed like the blood coursing through our veins. The Afro-Cuban rhythms heard only in our heads were genetically encoded in our DNA. We moved together like two well-choreographed dancers; our dance was of romance, intimacy and erotic expression.
Our skin stuck together and our bodies moved together in unison. Your hands slid down the small of my back. My lips tasted the salty sweet nape of your neck. We danced. We danced the dance of mythical lovers until our heat could be contained no more. I melted into you and you melted into me . . . doing the Midnight Tango.
Copyright 2004 AfroerotiK
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The Perfect Kiss
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Aug 28, 2005 6:25 am
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I remove my blindfold and look deep in your eyes. I have waited too long for this moment to be hidden in the shadows, to be denied my view of perfection. Surely this must be what heaven looks like. Placing your hand firmly in my own, I lead you to the center of the room. I want you to stand there for me to admire, nothing to support you, nothing to hold on to. Damn baby, why are you so fine? My job is to undress you so slowly, so methodically, that you think its a dance. Can you feel the rhythm of my touch?
At an arms distance away, I take the straps of my dress and slowly lower them. My eyes are glued to yours. I slide the material over my hips and step out of the dress, heels still in place. I stand before you brazen and bold, overcome with lust. My brown skin is glowing in the candlelight. I run my hands over my thighs, up the smooth, soft skin on the inside, right up to my flat stomach. The desire to finger myself is so overwhelming, but I dont. Timing is everything. Your eyes are transfixed. I turn around and give you a view of every angle. You like what you see? I bend over in front of you. I spread my pussy lips, rub my fingertip over my clit for a second. I wonder if you can see from your vantage point how pink my flesh is, how my aroused clit is peeking out from under its hood. It always amazes me how slippery my pussy gets. Im kinda getting the impression you like my little show.
At your threshold for teasing, you grab me by my wrist and forcefully turn me around. My arms reach out for your neck. You pull me to you close, take my breath away. We kiss. Pretense aside and passion indescribable. Its a Love Jones, Mahogany, Jasons Lyric kiss all rolled into one. I stand on my tiptoes to try to maneuver your dick between my legs. You have got my head swimming. This has got to be some sort of spell you have over me cause Ill be damned if I can figure out how come I want you so much.
Copyright 2004 AfroerotiK
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Breakfast is served
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Aug 28, 2005 6:23 am
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Seated at the table, meal before you, I come over to you. I slide your chair back and face you, straddle your lap. Without words and without pretense, I take hold of your penis and position it at my core. I stare deep in your eyes and ask you if you are ready. Intentionally and skillfully, I make my descent. I slide down on you, settling into position with you buried deep inside me. Its tight, its wet, its hot.
You are grinding your hips in the chair and I stop you. This is about you receiving pleasure. I use my muscles alone to squeeze you. Im milking your dick with little or no movement at all. Your hands grab a handful of ass and start pulling me closer to you. Arent you hungry? I take some muffin and place it in your mouth. The melted butter runs down my fingers. Im grinding on your dick more now. Next, I take some fruit in my hands and feed you the pieces. You are sucking my fingers and the juices respectively as I start to slide up and down on you.
Your mouth finds my right nipple and starts sucking like a man possessed. I wipe the juice left on my fingers on my left nipple and without instruction your mouth finds that one. The muscles in my legs are tensed now as I ride you with force. Im sliding up and down on your dick, my juices are coating you. I lean closer to you and whisper in your ear, You created me. My passions are your passions. Your perversions, mine also. I thought you wanted to fuck me. What are you waiting for?
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Anal Instruction
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Aug 27, 2005 4:36 pm
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There are actually two actions that will help relax the muscles around the anus that will make anal sex less painful. "Squeezing" and "Pushing" should be used in tandem to help relax the muscles. I recommend starting with a healthy movement at least two hours prior to trying anal sex. The rectum should actually be devoid of any poo poo if that is done and you won't have to worry about things getting too terribly messy. Now, you can use an enema if you are comfortable with that and you can get a premixed formula at the drug store for less than $2.00. That eases most people's minds about the cleanliness factor but it freaks some people out so it's a personal choice. After that, a shower to clean an trace poo poo away should set the stage. If you have any cuts, hemmorhoids or anal tears, DO NOT, I repeat DO NOT attempt anal sex, even with a condom.
While I like small butt plugs and vibrators as an introduction, my preference is tongue. It's much softer and pliable and gives a lot more pleasure. It's also more intimate. Depending on the experience of the giving party, they may or may not be comfortable with tossing the salad or licking someone's ass so again it's a personal call. I constantly ask for feedback and give encouragement because sex is mostly mental so it's about getting the person relaxed and aroused. I tell him or her how sexy their asshole is to me, how much it turns me on to know that they are giving it to me, how much pleasure I want to give them, how good it tastes, etc. If it's a guy, jerking him off is essential while I'm licking him, if it's a woman, I usually have her use a vibrator on her clit because she'll know her body better than me.
After sufficient licking, about 15 minutes or so, I start with a finger. Use way too much lubricant. There's no such thing as too much. I have the person push out, like they are trying to take a shit. That allows for easier penetration. With the tip of my finger in, I then tell them to squeeze, squeeze, squeeze which causes the sphincter to get exhausted. After they've done that, I go back to stimulating the pussy or vagina and just leave the tip of my finger as still as possible. I then tell them to push out again, which will allow my finger to go in without any real effort on my part. Once I'm in a little deeper, I'll let them get used to the feeling of my finger in there and then tell them to squeeze for dear life. Each time they squeeze, the anal ring will get weaker and weaker, making it looser. By this time, they should be loving every second of it so
you should just keep on with the verbal encouragement. I like to talk dirty so that is usually when I make the talk extremely sexual.
A couple more rounds of squeezing and pushing and you should have one finger all the way in. Always follow each round of pushing and squeezing with being completely still. The reciever usually has no idea how much finger they have taken so once I'm all the way in, I just feel around and get comfortable with the way their ass feels. That's excellent to do so you can get an idea of the angle of their ass. (Nothing's worse than someone trying to fuck someone in the ass and going in at the wrong angle.) Men usually jump out of their skin when I rub their prostate (a little marble sized thingy located at the base of the penis inside the anus) and they usually moan like a little bitch. At that part, if you've done everything right, they should be begging you to finger fuck them harder. Again, don't be afraid of water based lubricant.
After you've gotten up some serious finger fucking, inserting another finger should be a piece of cake. You might have to go a couple more rounds of squeezing and pushing but I'd let the recipient control it at that point so they can drive the ship for a while. It's been my experience that I can get the third finger in and the reciever has no clue I've got that much in them. I've had as many as four fingers in a person on their first time and they were screaming for more and had no idea that I practically had my entire hand in them they were so aroused. I had to stop because I have no clue how to fist someone and wasn't about to learn how on someone that has never had anal sex before.
Because I don't have a real dick, I have to use toys so for me, I usually start with a vibrator first and move on to the dildo. More lube, more pushing, more squeezing. It should go in very easily so the trick is to start out slow with the vibrations and increase the intensity. I should mention that I always prefer the recipient to be on their knees with their face down for all of this. The dildo/dick comes next and you should basically let the recipient control the pace. Do a lot of touching and stroking and caressing all over their body when you put the head to the asshole and push and squeeze until the head is in. Once the head is in, DON'T DO A GOD DAMN THING until they tell you it's okay to proceed. Here is where the pushing out really comes in handy because with the tiniest bit of pressure they can accomodate the entire thing.
After about four inches is in, you are going to hit a little kink in the colon that is like a little bend. For me, that is the spot I get the most pleasure. Once the head is past that point, you are on your way to becoming an anal whore. If you've done all that and continued to talk to the person the entire time, you should be ass fucking like a pro. Go slow, get lots of feedback and enjoy. It's incredible pleasure for both the giver and the reciever.
AND ALWAYS USE A CONDOM!
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Exchanging Pussy for goods and services
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Aug 26, 2005 9:01 pm
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Unfortunately, the practice of women using sex as a medium of exchange is all too common. Perhaps Im naïve enough to believe that the practice was not so rampant a few decades ago but Im not at all sure that I have reliable information to be able to make that statement. I do know that materialism, capitalism, and gross consumerism have multiplied exponentially in the last decade or so. And I know that the objectification of women has become a commercial staple in the music, television and movie industry, so much so, that little girls want to grow up to become strippers and prostitutes. Who among us hasnt seen the weekly version of Im 13 and I want to have a baby Maury episode where the young ladies reveal her lifes ambition is to get money from guys for having sex? Young girls are socialized by music videos to drop it like its hot and other vulgar references and theres hardly a song that doesnt talk about exchanging money for sex.
Ive been blessed to have escaped the mindset that tells women that in order to make ends meet, you sell your coochie. Im not for a minute judging women who do. I simply was never exposed to a mindset that facilitated that sort of thinking. If I had, I too would be among the masses that think its okay to provide sexual favor for money.
I wrote a long time ago about my experiences with women not realizing that they were in fact prostituting themselves. I met a young lady online a number of years ago with whom I had a lot in common. We chatted, spoke on the phone, we hit it off immediately. We were going to go to spiritual counseling sessions together, in fact. The conversation turned to men and she began to tell me that she had men she slept with when she needed money. Caught off guard, I said, Mami, thats prostitution. She proceeded to defend her actions by telling me that she had a child and that it wasnt prostitution because she had bills to pay. I told her that any exchange of money for sex was prostitution and she just didnt get it. She had no clue that she was committing an act of prostitution. None, She had been so conditioned by society that she accepted her behavior as perfectly normal. Sadly, our tender friendship fell apart after that and I regret that my judgment of her was what facilitated it. At the time, I thought she was alone in her views and that I was superior to her.
Its not just an issue of class or status. I have a friend who is as bougie as a Black woman can get. Every time we have a discussion about sex, she equates pussy with a monetary value in some way. Its not a blatant declaration of, I need to pay my credit card bill/get my nails done so Im going to sleep with a man to get some money. Its much more subtle. She implies that she could never sleep with a man for a simple chicken dinner, that he would have to feed her with lobster and caviar. Inherently, she feels that her pussy has a price tag on it and her, albeit a very expensive one. Her references are very subtle and indicate a long held belief that pussy is a medium of exchange for goods and services. Time and time again, I have the same discussion with her and she never equates her beliefs with prostitution. She sincerely believes that men buy you nice things, provide for you, if you sleep with them.
I had a young lady I knew that started her own business and was facing hard times. She would call me, drunk and crying, telling me of her experiences selling pussy. It was obviously not something she was comfortable deep inside because she kept wanting me to say that what she was doing was okay. At times, I told her what she wanted to hear because I just wasnt sure of what else to say. She wouldnt meet men on the street or in bars, she would tell men that had been pursuing her that if you want some pussy, its going to cost you. I have no way of knowing it she had done this sort of thing before or not, and from her ease in making the transition to selling pussy, it would seem to indicate that she had. Either way, she was tormented by it, it didnt matter if she had her bills paid or not.
I have another friend who meets men off the internet all the time. I ask her constantly how she meets so many men, how she keeps track of all of these men, and she never has an answer that seems to make any sense. They always seem to meet at booty call oclock in the morning and theres always and endless string of men that dont last to become boyfriends. Shes never come out and said, I sleep with men for money, but I do know she has an addiction to buying things to make me beautiful, as she says. Her taste isnt extravagant and but I know that her poor money management skill and low salary arent sufficient to keep her supplied in the ton of fake hair and cheap shoes that she loves.
As women, we must get together and form alliances where we dont have to cheapen ourselves for exchanging good and services for sex. Im imagining that once you do it, it becomes easier and easier. I had a phone call in the middle of the night the other night that woke me out of a sound sleep. I thought I knew the person calling me and he asked me if he could come over. I realized I didnt know the individual, but by then he had offered ey $100 to let him come over. I hung up the phone immediately but I couldnt get back to sleep for hours it freaked me out so bad. What really freaked me out was that there was probably going to be some woman that took this stranger up on his offer. If she was lucky, she might have gotten the $100, if she wasnt she might have lost here life, gotten a disease, or been . All over $100. Im relating all of these personal experiences to say that Im clueless how to go about changing this mindset. The women think its okay because they dont see themselves as hookers on the street corner and men do too because they are socialized to think that women are things to be bought, used, and discarded.
I know there probably going to be any women that come out and admit that they sleep with men for money, for getting their nails done, for a car note or rent. Its more than likely that the women that pee on submissive white men or spank them are going to admit that they do it to as a source of income, not because they truly enjoy the D/s lifestyle. Even the young girls I mentor, 13 and 16, sleep with boys and men for money. I know the problem is probably more extensive than I can imagine because its something that I just dont allow into my consciousness. Maybe women have always made ends meet by sleeping with men and its only more talked about today than in days gone by when it sex had a more puritanical connotation. However extensive and pervasive a trend, I know it cant be a healthy experience for any woman to do that. Not for the $5 crack ho, not for the woman doing it for to keep a roof over her head, not for the woman doing it for diamonds and expensive vacations. This behavior has to stop, and its origins have to come from women because men will never take the initiative to stop seeing pussy as a medium of exchange for goods and services unless women do first.
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Friends and Lovers
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Aug 26, 2005 8:57 pm
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In my lifetime, the men that Ive maintained substantial and meaningful friendships with have been men with whom Ive had no physical relationship. Often times, my attraction to them grows because of the communication and intimacy that we share but its not based on an initial romantic attraction. Occasionally, Men that want to get me into bed and then realize that its not going to happen, they usually make a half hearted attempt at being a friend. That illusion doesnt last for very long, a couple of months at best. Once it sets in that they arent going to get any pussy, they stop calling and arent available when I call.
There are exceptions to that rule. I have one amazing male friend with whom we were both immediately attracted to one another but our respect for each others intellect and individuality allowed us to set boundaries that weve never crossed. Weve engaged in sexual play that has included everything but penetration. Hes one of the two men that I know that can sleep in the bed with me and will not try to have sex with me. There are times when I ask him to come over and snuggle and he lets me know up front that he wont be able to do that because he cant handle the temptation and I respect him tremendously for that honesty. On other occasions, hes called me and asked if we can explore some of his fantasies and we share an evening of sensuality without intercourse. Once, we got together with another friend of mine and had a threesome, without penetration. Our friendship has lasted for years and even though we dont see each other very often, we have a mutual respect that transcends our sexual relationship. Hes been there for me anytime Ive needed him and I know without question that he respects me as a person above all else.
Women often have friendships with men with whom they are not physically attracted. The stereotype of the faghag is all too common. Women often seek friendships with men with whom they can share non-sexual male/female bonds. Men, not considered attractive by societal standards often relegate themselves to the role of buddy to attractive women because women overlook them as potential partners.
Men choose friendships with women based on physical attraction and the prospect of a sexual relationship. Men dont have the same standards for their male friends; a guy can have a friend that is fat, sloppy, slovenly and they are still their boys. Its extremely problematic for us as a people if we cant form friendships unless they are based on sexual attraction.
Married women express objections when their husbands have friendships with women and Im not at all convinced that married women pursue friendships with men unless there is some sort of romantic undertones. Friendships formed prior to marriage must, inherently shift and be redefined when a person gets married. Im pessimistic enough to believe that the vast majority of intergender friendships within a marriage are unhealthy. Women afraid of their husbands having with women is problematic and I know personally that the married men that identify me as friends to their wives would all like a shot at my panties. The only platonic friendships I have with married men are those in which I am friends with the wife as well. I have had married men that attend church every week, good providers, the model of the perfect husband try to fuck me. Men that say they are perfectly happy in their marriages have tried to get the panties.
Im not questioning if men and women can be friends; yes its possible. Its possible for men and women to have friendships but under the current conditions its highly unlikely that male/female friendships are based on a solid, healthy foundation if attraction as the motivation for the friendship. I am well aware that the level of friendship between genders that exists now is dysfunctional but there has to be a shift. Men must decide to look at women as human beings, beyond the physical to form friendships. Friendships should be based on common interests, personalities and experiences, not on how attractive a woman is. Women must stop putting men who are attractive on the inside in the friends category and pursuing pretty boys as mates. We can get to the promised land but we have a lot of work to do to get there.
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Man Sharing
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Aug 26, 2005 8:55 pm
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My mother was the ultimate adulteress, she ONLY dated married men. When I grew up, I made a promise to myself that I would never get involved with a married man. I've let myself get too close for comfort, but luckily, I've never been in a relationship or involved with intimately with a married man.
Because of my mother, I thought that all men would eventually cheat. It was not something she said outright; it was a byproduct of my upbringing. I knew at age 6 how to be a mistress. When I got married, I told my husband that I was bisexual and that I was not going to stop being attracted to women and it was only natural that a piece of paper was not going to control his desires for another woman as well. We made an arrangement that if either of us wanted to be with another person, we would come to each other first and discuss it. I came to him twice in the marriage to ask if it was okay if I was with another woman. One time, he said no, he wasnt comfortable with it, the other time he said, go for it. We ended up divorcing because he cheated on me. Even with an understanding that he could come to me and ask me if he could be with another woman, he didn't.
It hurt like hell when I found out about it.
At the time, I thought that my position on our semi-open relationship was more evolved, more mature than people who got married and thought that they were going to be in a monogamous relationship and fooling themselves. Looking back on it now, I realize how that thought process was made our of my own dysfunction, or more accurately, my mothers dysfunction. I didn't want to even consider that a man could be faithful, let alone, that I was deserving of a man's complete fidelity.
As I grew in consciousness, as I evolved spiritually, I began to believe that there was a higher plane that existed where two people could make the conscious choice to commit to one another and have that be more important than sex. Previously, that was so far outside my realm of thinking it would have been like saying, "Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy are coming for dinner on Friday." Now, I would demand nothing less than complete honesty and fidelity from my mate. Today, I believe very strongly that I deserve a man's faithfulness, his honesty in telling me what he's not getting from our relationship BEFORE he pursues another relationship, be it sexual or emotional. I ask nothing more than what I would do for him. If I ever find myself thinking of being with someone else while I'm in a relationship, I OWE it to my partner to come to him and discuss why I'm feeling that way, what I feel like I'm missing. I demand the same in return. Just saying, "I want to experience different dick/pussy" is not an option because that's base and un-evolved. To me, my marriage is something to fight for BEFORE another person's energy is brought into the mix.
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