Sometimes, I sing to his penis, âLet it grow. Let it grow.â
Iâm that kind of girlfriend.
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Sometimes, I sing to his penis, âLet it grow. Let it grow.â
Iâm that kind of girlfriend.
I told my man, âI can do clit stimulation. I need that deep penetration.â He said, âok,â and kept watching tv. Now, should I be mad that he didnât give it to me right then and there? Because I know I am heated. Am I over reacting by starting an argument?
Wet dreams
Smooth, chocolate, and hairless skin; just how Krista liked it with round hard pecks, muscular tattooed arms, and a washboard stomach. Firm ass, built legs and even nice feet; all things that made Krista and any girl wet by looking at him. The only thing was he was lacking in the dick department. Krista always believed that it wasnât the size of the boat but the motion in the ocean. As for Aaron, his motion was close to zero.
âIâm sorry baby! I canât control myself around you, in you.â He rested his body on Krista. âYouâre so wet. It feels greatâŠamazing. It takes me to another place, the ultimate high."
Krista was pissed. âWell at least one of us goes.â She pushed him off her and turned on her side, away from him. âWhat does that mean?â The moonlight gave Aaron just enough light for him to see her. He stared at her back as if he didnât know that she wasnât satisfied. âI donât please you?â He grabbed her shoulder and turned her towards him. âI donât please you?â Krista sat up in their king size bed and pulled the champagne color satin sheets around her soft round breasts. It wasnât until she looked at him in his eyes when she realized that he didnât know that she wasnât satisfied.
This mothafucka thinks his shit is tight. Heâs got to be joking.
She took her hand and caressed his cheek. âAaron, honey, not tonight. Iâm tired.â âDonât Aaron honey me.â He moved her hand away from his face. The look in his eye was scaring Krista. He looked like he wanted to put a hole through her head for not liking his dick.
âDo I please you?â
Honey, if you have to ask that question, then you donât!
âWhat was that look?â Krista didnât notice but her face looked as if she said her thoughts out loud. Aaron jumped out of bed and turned on the lights. They have been together for two years and six months living together. He was in shock that the woman heâs been with for that long was not satisfied.
Krista didnât want to hear another lecture about how he has given her everything and how any girl out there would love a nigga like him. He was right. Aaron had given Krista everything she wanted and needed except good dick. She kept quiet about it because she didnât want to hurt his pride. Sheâs even tried to get him to do the things that would drive her wild; sex toys, good oral pleasure, and even anal sex. Did he want to do those things? NO! He swore his dick was tight and she loved it! So she sat in the bed and got lost in her thoughts while she watched Aaron pace back and forth complaining about her not liking his dick. I canât believe this nigga is mad at me for not liking his shit.
âNothing can touch thisâŠâ Aaron kept going on and on.
I canât believe he thinks Iâm gonna cum off this nigga cause he got money and he looks good. Thatâs not what it takes. âIf you pay attention to my sexual needs than maybe Iâll cum!â Oops! That slipped.
Aaron stood at the foot of the bed staring at Krista. Hurt filled his heart as well as his eyes. âBaby I⊠Iâm sorry. Thatâs not what I meant. I meanâŠâ
Aaron raised his hand, shutting her up. âForget it!â He climbed in bed but away from Krista.
âBaby, Iâm sorry!â She moved her naked body closer to him and tried to press it against his.
âDonât touch me. Youâre tired right? So sleep.â
Krista turned away from him and felt bad. The last thing she wanted to do was hurt his feelings. She loved him. Thatâs why she didnât say anything before. She was keeping him satisfied by making him believe he was keeping her satisfied. Still she rolled over and tried to go to sleep. She closed her eyes and thought random things like her and her mom going shopping earlier that day. The nice yellow sundress she bought that fit her just right; making her already perky breasts stand up more and her apple bottom look fatter. She thought about going to the movies. She wanted to see X-men III but didnât want to go with Aaron.
Maybe Iâll ask Jason to go with me. Naw, heâll try to push up and thatâs the last thing I need; Aaronâs mouth complaining about me going out with my ex.
Just then she remembered that her old college roommate was coming to the city tomorrow. Krista started thinking about all the fun she had with Carmen; especially this one night. Krista started to feel a faint throb begin between her thighs. Remembering that night filled Kristaâs body with so much pleasure that she hadnât felt in a while.
They had came back from a typical fraternity party with beers, loud music, drugs, all that; the normal party at SUNY Buffalo. They both were drunk as hell. Krista had collapsed on her bed while Carmen went to the bathroom. âYo, Carmen I am fucked up and I know you are too. I saw you all night at the beer pong table.â Krista turned on her back and pushed of her red pumps. âI didnât know you couldnât play.â Carmen came out of the bathroom with just her black tube top and pink lace panties on. She collapsed on her bed ass first. âGirl I can play. I just wanted to get fucked up.â They both laughed while looking up at the glow in the dark stars they placed on their ceiling freshman year.
âYou saw the way Frankie was up my ass, Krista?â
âYeah, he was all in your shit, he wanted some of that Boriqua.â They laughed again.
âYeah I know! He was after my shit.â
âSo why didnât you give him any? You know your ass is horny.â
âYeah, I know that but I ainât giving my goodies to no acne faced, buck toothed, stank breathed jerk like Frankie. Not even if my shit was screaming for some dick and he was the last man on Earth.â They laughed.
Krista managed to get up and attempted to zip down her dress. âI would get a stick from the tree and stick that in me before I have Frankie on top of me.â Carmen looked over at Krista struggling with her dress. âGirl do you need help? She stumbled her way across the room to Kristaâs bed and unzipped her. Krista pulled off the red strapless dress that hugged every curve on her body and laid down next to Carmen. âI still canât believe you wore that dress without any under wear.â Krista was naked. She felt that the dress was already tight and her underwear would have shown even, a G string. So she thought what the hell, why not.
âYeahâ
There was a moment of silence. Carmen and Krista laid next to each other looking up at the stars as if they were real.
âIâm horny!â They burst out laughing. âFor real, Carmen, itâs been one year since I got laid and it was with Seth.â
âYeah, I forgot about that.â
âAnd that shouldnât count cause I never came with him.â
Carmen turned on her side to face Krista. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was the fact that she was horny also. Maybe it was both but Carmen started to feel something. She looked at Krista still gazing at the ceiling. Carmenâs eyes went down Kristaâs neck and around her brown breasts, down to her navel and stopping at her waxed mound. She had seen Krista naked before but never had she looked at her and felt the urge to kiss every inch of her caramel skin.
âWhy are you staring at me?â Krista felt her stares and it made her throb between her thighs. âYouâre horny too. Arenât you?â
Carmen took her hand and started to draw circles up Kristaâs soft thigh. Krista looked at Carmen who was still wearing her black top and lace panties. She admired her fairly light skin, her ebony wavy hair and light green eyes. Carmen looked into Kristaâs hazel brown eyes as her hand found its way to her awaiting throbbing wetness. Krista tilted her head back which invited Carmenâs tongue to massage her neck. In a quick motion, Carmen moved quickly on top of Kristaâs naked temple; not once removing her working hand and tongue. Krista enjoyed the rubbing of her thriving clit and the parting of her wetness by Carmenâs fingers. She filled her other hand with Kristaâs breasts, circling her nipples to erection. She flicked her tongue over her hardened spot while caressing the other.
Wrapped in passion, Krista moaned. Her body gyrated to the motion of Carmenâs hand while enjoying her sucking on her breast. It was at that moment when Krista knew she wanted to know what a woman taste like. Never in her life was she curious about women but after feeling so intense by another woman, she instantly wanted to know.
She started to get wet again. Her thoughts had disabled her to fall asleep. She could hear Aaron as he snored. She tried to ignore her memory of Carmen but the wanting between her thighs craved for attention. She knew Aaron wasnât going to give it to her, so she closed her eyes.
Krista found the hem of Carmenâs shirt and began to pull it over her head. Carmen lifted up and sat on Krista with their wetness touching each other. She unhooked her bra and Krista watched as Carmenâs breasts bounced. Something came over her. Watching Carmenâs breasts bounce made her want to suck her nipples. Thatâs what she did. She wrapped her hands around Carmenâs smooth back and buried her face in between her 34Câs. She placed her mouth around one breast, trying to fit all in and then circling her nipples with her tongue. She gently caressed Carmenâs back, tickling her spine. It sent ripples of pleasure throughout her body.
Carmen pulled Kristaâs head from her breast and sucked on her bottom lip while Krista sucked on her top lip. They parted each others lips with their tongues and filled each others mouth. Carmenâs motion made Krista soak the sheets underneath her naked sweating body. Krista placed Carmen on her back and slowly kissed her neck moving towards her breasts. She was aroused by the sweet smell of lavender on Carmen. Her head was guided to her throbbing sweet nectar and didnât waste time devouring in its juices. Carmen wrapped her legs around Kristaâs head and enjoyed the pleasure of her tongue sucking her hardened clit.
Krista was amazed by the sweet and delicious mountain in front of her. She moved her tongue up and down, round and round, responding to every jerk in Carmenâs hips. She inserted all of her fingers one by one to fill Carmenâs thriving circle. Carmen became wet even more and Krista licked every drop, savoring the sweetness. Carmen loved the intense pleasure from Kristaâs tongue, but she wanted more. She wanted to know what Krista tasted like. She was curious as to how her juices and her scent melted in her mouth. She released her legs from Kristaâs head and began to move from underneath her.
âWhere you going?â Krista tried to follow her meal. âIâm not done.â Carmen laughed. âThereâs enough. Iâm hungry too and I want you to sit on my face.â No hesitation. Krista put her wetness on Carmenâs mouth and continued to eat.
By this time Kristaâs hand found her way between her thighs, massaging her opening with her middle finger. It slipped right in because it wanted something to wrap around. Feeling her own wetness made her more aroused. She started to rock to her own rhythm and closed her eyes.
Carmen grabbed a handful of round smooth ass and pulled it closer to her lips covering her face in nectar. She used the juice to lubricate Krista anal opening. Carmen sent shock waves into Krista by inserting a finger in her tight rear. Pleasure and pain has never felt so good to Krista. She didnât want it to stop. She grinded her hips to the rhythm of Carmenâs tongue and finger. Her body shook as she exploded from dual pleasure while Carmen held on to that ass not missing a drop of sugar from the opening.
After the explosion, Carmen got up and walked to her dresser and pulled out a ten inch by three inch strap on vibrator with a clit stimulator; Big Willie. It filled the room with a humming sound. Big Willie was on and ready to go to work. She spread Kristaâs legs and dipped him into her awaiting opening.
Aaron woke due to Kristaâs heavy moans. He always loved the way she sounds when she was playing with herself. Then he realized that she never sounds like that when they are making love. He was angry again but this time the growing rod under the sheets made him forget. Krista saw the growing shaft and wanted it to fill her. She climbed on top of Aaronâs stiffness and placed it inside her wetness and slammed her body up and down. She tilted her head back as she rode him hard and full speed. She closed her eyes.
Kristaâs body jerked as she felt Big Willie enter. She never had it so big. Carmen slowly gave it to her inch by inch. The clit stimulator was working magic on Carmen as she began to pump harder. Big Willie was pounding against Kristaâs g-spot but she was taking it like a champ. They both started moaning loud, sweating, grinding against each other, then they both dropped a bomb. An outburst of feminine juices drenched the sheets underneath their sex.
Kristaâs body rocked as she left a load of wetness on Aaronâs quickly softened pipe. Heâd left off the most intensive orgasm that made his toes curl and his eyes roll. âDamn girl, what the hell were you thinking about?â
She rolled over and placed her head on his chest. âYou baby, all you!â
I feel empty. Like a big piece of me is missing. I feel like This everyday. What bothers me the most is that I'm used to it and in some ways ok with it. I don't think this is normal but idk how to fill the void. Idk what's missing.
Dickmatized
Dickmatized. A word I canât stop wondering where it came from. I know itâs a play on dick and hypnotized but Iâve been thinking... itâs a real thing.
Like is that the reason men (in the super general sense of men throughout history) hate women? They knew that if their dick wasnât the best, women would seek the best and they wouldnât get what they want or even wouldnât get sex?
Idk, Iâm just letting my brain wonder.
Like, what if back in the day there was a king pen dick dude that just had the best in the village and all the women would be with just him. Then the other men would get jealous, kill him and make womenâs sexuality taboo. Take it a step further, since the king pen had all the sex, the other men turned to homosexuality out of village shame but once they killed the king pen they banned homosexuality to hide their shame.
Or
Like, combined with a low self esteem, give a woman that perfect fit, to God I swear itâs the best type of dick, she would do anything, ANYTHING for it. The good, bad, and yes the ugly.
The good: cook your favorite meal.
The bad: let you abuse her.
The ugly: let you molest her children.
Dickmatized. What is the same word for pussy? Canât be pussymatized, can it?
Childish rhymes
I feel that sex can sometimes sound like childrenâs rhymes.
This dick is too big, this dick is too small, this dick fits just right, from wall to wall.
The big bad kitty blew the straw dick and it came out quick, nice and thick. She blew the wood dick and it slowly came down, all over her face without a frown. Kitty blew the brick dick and it didn't make a sound. So she entered thru the back door and he came all around.
Ba Ba Black Dick have you any cum? Yes Bitch, Yes Bitch, open up some. One for pussy and one for your tongue. And one for that little tight hole in your bum.
Who am I?
Who am I? I am me. But what does that mean?
I am a lover of all things. A visionary of the workings of life. I am happy, depressed sometimes suicidal. Anti but very social; flexible. The worst, at times my best. Self conscious, insecure, over confident. Imaginative, unfocused, dreamer, panic, planner, spontaneous, simply complexed.
I'm a dreamer so I dream. A singer so I sing. A perfectionist so I'm frustrated with my imperfect self. Not caring what other think of me while asking them what they think. I was told I would be shit and sometimes I agree. But I am more than I could've been. A fighter for justice and fairness. Curious about the intimate details of others. Wanting to enjoy life to my fullest potential. Indecisively decisive, anxious. Steadily confused. I have to lose my mind to have peace of mind.
Who am I? I am all these things, from time to time.
The things he says...
dries my pussy. I canât even be horny around him if heâs talking. The shit that comes out of his mouth turns me off. I could be dripping trying to get him to fuck and then heâll say something and Iâm instantly dry as a desert.
Me: yeah you like that? Oh youâre so big...
Him: yeah can you shut up
Me: (faucet turns off) Iâm done
I often wonder what is the point in life. I feel suicide is one of the bravest things. To not know what will happen, takes strength deep down in the pain.
yo being black and depressed is hard as fuck. being black with anxiety is hard as fuck. being black with a chronic illness or disability is hard a fuck. everybody expects you to be âstrongâ at all times and no one sees black people as complex or nuanced enough to be capable of suffering. no one ever thinks we could possibly need help. and if youâre a black woman, the moment you stop thinking about others and try to tend to yourself youâre a selfish lazy ungrateful bitch.
support black people, esp women, who need help. donât just call us strong or tell us weâll get through it, help us. protect us. uplift us. allow us to be beings capable of suffering. give us the same space youâd give white women to express our pain and be there for us like you would for anyone else.Â
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#truth
To my future husband
You are my breath of fresh air. I finally can breathe and be me. I finally know who I am. I want to be your rock and you are mine. Youâve stayed with me thru it all. You are the one I want to be with at the end. If we were the only two people left I wouldnât want to be with anyone else. Itâs me and you, you and me. I was scared of love which is why I wanted to run. I have no problem leaving relationships, stop talking to people if I feel itâs not right but I couldnât do that with you. I had to come to terms with my own self hate before I can let love in and you were there with me every step of the way. You followed me down my rabbit hole and pulled me out, all while not losing yourself. Thatâs strength that you possess. Itâs the strength that I love. Although I can be strong on my own Iâm weaker without you. You had my back when I couldnât. You loved me when I didnât love me. You held me up when I was down. That is what I promise today. To always be your rock. To always be by your side thru whatever life throws our way. I promise to always show you the same respect love and honesty thatâs you have shown me. I also promise to stay focused on us while we continue to grow independently and in this union. I hit the lottery when we met. I just didnât know it yet.