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Definition Of A Mind Fuck

The game is a little different for me at this point in my life, I approach the act of sex with an investment mentality rather than a one night stand mentality. Quite simply I don't live the "one night stand" life, I don't look for sexual partners to begin with so the club is the last place for me. I can't front though, the club is very fun and always will be. I'm the kind of guy that likes to let women come to me, never been the type to chase really, some women find this as a turn off, others like it, "..to each his own.." as they say. I'm a #TrueFreak yes indeed, but I am almost never pressed for sex, shit I've gone months without, yeah it hurts to think about it but hey I'm still alive right? When a woman I'm attracted to does come my way I like to take my time and figure out if she has the potential to be my next victim. If you know anything about me than you know that I'm still learning a lot about sexuality in general and the effects it has on any individual. Now a day I would very much like to keep my nose clean and avoid producing another stalker or breaking up a happy home all because I was so eager to fuck. I'm not better than anyone so I don't judge, everyone does what they do how they do it, so how do I like to do it? Before we do the do baby, I want you to sit back, relax and allow me to fuck the freak out of your mind.

Some people have their own definition of what a "Mind Fuck" really is, you see for me a Mind Fuck is the process of diving deep into the sexuality of a potential partner, to uncover and explore their likes and dislikes, favorite positions, turn on's and off's, and my personal favorite, seduction tactics. The list goes on but I think you get it, at the end of it all, when I've come back from plunging your nastiest and freakiest sexual fantasies I'll have all the colors I need to paint the perfect picture of what you feel is the best sex ever or even possible. From that view I can fuck you over and over again, as many times as I want before I ever touch you, I do it over and over until I get it right. Why? Because the sex is literally several times better with a mentally stimulating connection than with very little or no connection at all. Look I'm not saying we're soul mates or anything I'm simply challenging that there is indeed a place where a man and woman can experience sexual pleasure from one another on a higher plain of intimacy with no strings attatched, without falling in love, ugh. Ladies, you know very well we're not mind readers, and that if you want us to do something right you better tell us exactly how you want it done; example: do you find oral sex more enjoyable when the attention is focused on your clit rather than your pussy? Partner makes adjustment and "..ahhh.." see how much better that is? Now imagine telling me everything, and I mean everything.

Everything from.. How you like to start forplay.. Do you like to wrestle with your partner?.. How you like to have your clothes removed.. Do you like it rough?.. If you like your tongue sucked on.. Do you enjoy hickies?.. If you like to take control and when.. Do you submit to your partner? If you like to gag on it.. Do you like it fed to you? If you like your butt cheeks chewed on.. Can you bounce it up and down on my dick reverse cowgirl?.. How you like it from the back, from the side, one leg up.. Can I write my name on it?.. How you like your hair pulled on while being spanked.. Would you like my hands around your neck while I'm digging your kitty from the back?.. How you keep a flawlesslly shaven juicebox.. Do you like your pussy slurped on?.. How you enjoy 69.. Baby just how nasty are you?.. How the best way for you to get off is on top.. Is that your favorite position?.. How you're a nibbler and a bitter.. Can I digg my nails into your cheeks?.. How you like chest to chest.. Do you like it slow?.. If you're a pleaser like me.. Do you like to do it in front of the mirror?.. How you feel so free while you're sexing.. Are you a squirter?.. How you like to use delicious syrups and fruits.. Do you enjoy giving rub downs? How you like being tied up.. Do you use hand cuffs?.. How your legs start shaking when you approach your climax.. Do you swallow? How you love a man that loves to eat pussy.. Can we do it on the floor?.. How you like to bump bump bring it right back.. Can I cum all over ya titties?.. How you love to fuck until you're sweaty and short winded.. Can we make love to a rap song, some Rick Ross or Lil Wayne?.. How you'll tell a nigga when he needs to go deeper.. Can we get deeper than sex?.. How you came to become this incredible sexual being.. Who taught you what you know?.. The way you like to get inside a man's head.. Do you make intimate connections?.. The value you place on intellectual stimulation.. Am I turning on your mind as well as your pussy?.. If the answer to that last question is yes, then #MissionAccomplished.

From there it's just a matter of time, in which anticipation and sexual anxiety build up within your complex network of hormones like water building at a dam. Sometimes it even feels like I really had sex with someone before I physically did so. When I finally get my hands on you, when I finally get the chance to show you everything we've been talking about you'll understand why we took it slow, took our time. Anticipation does wonders for a woman's sexual climax, almost in the same way a good Mind Fuck can. By the time we are done having sex you'll no doubt be ready for more, begging for more and plotting on how soon you can get yourself more as soon as possible. This is why I love a good Mind Fuck ;-)

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How To Create A Stalker - The Story of Ms. Moody

I have a lot of sexy, intelligent and otherwise incredible female followers, and when I'm looking at my time line sometimes I can't help but wonder "..what kinda crazy nigga is stalkin' her sexy ass?.." lol. I'm almost completely positive that just about all of them have run into a stalker or two during this walk we call life. However, I doubt any of my followers would be able to pin point exactly what went wrong, how they acquired a stalker or what they did to provoke a guy to take a more than conventional interest in them. I'm also sure that none of them has had a pleasurable experience with one. I've always told myself that woman know exactly what their doing, that they are more than smart enough to remain in control of such situations as dealing with a "stalker". It would turn out that even the best and brightest of the sexy elite can be caught off guard by the overwhelming self pity party of a pathetic stalker. So what did she do though? Was it as simple as giving him your number? What did she say? What the hell could have happened that drove this person to abandon all logical thought and start stalking you to begin with? Did you put it on him? Did you make him scream your name? Did you make his toes curl? Or perhaps it was nothing sexual at all as many people might assume, perhaps you just have your life together. Do you have your own? Some guys go nuts for "Ms. Independent", is that you? Money in the bank? Or perhaps you're just drop dead gorgeous, something that obviously isn't your fault, I heard you got it from your mama so we'll blame it on her ;-) lol. In any event, some females know what they are doing, some don't, you can't just pick a stalker out of a crowd everytime then stay away from him, that's too easy of course. It's a debate you can spend hours arguing about, hell you can write another book about the subject, I certainly won't attempt to do either this time around but I do want to tell you about my run in with Ms. Moody and how it took me over about a four year period to get rid of her. Along the way I'll gve you some basic rules to follow if you'd like to create or acquire a stalker for yourself!

(Rule #1 - be sexy.)

I met Ms. Moody in the fall of 2007, I caught her eye at first really, she was especially attracted to my lips and made sure to let me know this was her nickname for me. Coincidently I ended up seeing Ms. Moody every other day so contact with her was unavoidable, the atmosphere, however, was professional so she held back some ways about her anyone would consider unprofessional to say the least. When I saw her it was always brief, in passing she makes eye contact and quickly looks away, she glances at me as I walk past, out the corner of her eye is her comfort zone. She is shy, for the moment of course, and tries her best to avoid eye contact with me, however, she can't avoid smiling. What I didn't realize at the time is that she lacked a good poker face, there was a reason for that, she wasn't truly interested in keeping a man like me guessing, but rather to give the illusion she wanted to keep me guessing. A female that has poise and self control won't allow her expressions to give away her position, her poker face keeps a man guessing without fail. Ms. Moody knew what she was doing, in her mind, if I was the type that liked a more direct female then I wouldn't say a word to her, if that happened no skin off her back because she never approached me, this is often the methodology behind the shy technique. However, if I was the type that was intrigued by her tactics then she gets what she wants, an approach from me, a 50/50 chance ain't half bad right?

(Rule #2 - play into their "innocent act".)

Well she ended up getting what she wanted, one day I say some slick shit to the effect of "..you always smilin' when I come around, you must like what you see..", her response was something like "..well I cetainly like those lips..". Suddenly my mind switches gears, I realize who I'm dealing with, the dialect in her voice says it all, I know where she is from and I am starting to become turned on. I then look at her hair and how its styled, I can tell her weave is a fresh one, her stance is another dead give away, bowl-legged with a phat ass sitting on her back. She's a hood bitch, and I love me a hood bitch. She masks it well though, she does everything she can to blend into the white collar professional environment, but I can see right through her and it's making me horny. I want to know what she can do with that big ol' ghetto booty, the switch when she walks brings out a mesmerizing wobble, I can walk behind her for miles. Once again my curiosity has gotten the better of me, we make small talk and exchange numbers, she hits me up and wants to hit a bar that same night. We meet up downtown and sip on some Margaritas, I don't have work the next day so I'm good to go for the night. I can tell she's a light weight though, after just one drink she starts swerving on the dance floor, I'm plotting as I observe this I won't even front, but here comes a red flag. I'm at the bar and she strolls over and tries to kiss me, yeah, I'm definitely not doing that, we just met after all and its obvious she's getting drunk and more drunk as the evening goes on. We eventually decide to make the move to my place, when we get there she immediately takes her pants off (jacket still on), gets in my bed, says "good night.." and proceeds to fall asleep. Me being the kind of man I am I could care less, I get in bed and fall asleep too lol. A few hours later I feel her moving around next to me, she's taking off her panties now, she probes under the covers with her hands in search of something thick, long and stiff. I'm half asleep but the feeling of a warm hand groping my wood wakes me up pretty fast, what comes next though would surely prove to be another red flag. She starts to poke that ass out at me, we're touching, grabbing, feeling, curessing and all that, her ass is beyond #OnionBooty status. What trips me out though, is how she tried to slip me in without a condom! I say to myself "..this bitch is fucking crazy!..", something told me right then and there to roll my ass over, let her fall back to sleep, put her out in the morning and never kick it with this bitch again. I was young and dumb though, so of course I shrugged it off, told her to slow the fuck down, reached for the XL's and slid one on, then went ahead and busted her ass wide the fuck open. What I absolutely loved about Ms. Moody was her back shot arch, she could bend over and poke that thing out any which way I wanted or needed, extremely flexible, pussy tootin' straight up in the air with her chest firm on the bed. I could put all my weight on her with my hands, arms straight with all the pressure on her upper back, I was so rough and she loved it, she took all that pressure and all this dick like a champ I must say. Ms. Moody was calling my name and all that on the first date, on the first hit. I will say this though... some of the best head a nigga ever had yo... I'm dead serious, maybe not THEE best but she's definitely up there, she's slurping, she's licking, she's teasing just enough, she has no gag reflex evil grin, she takes all my dick down her throat, she keeps it wet, she's dripping down my balls so she rubs it all over and polishes my shaft until it shines, mmmm damn she was so nasty now that I think about it lol. She loved sucking my dick, and she did it to perfection, she told me how she was taught to savior that dick, to suck it like it was the last time she would ever do it, she took pride in her head game... #ThingsILikeToHear... Even though her head game is what kept my interest, my pipe game is what had her fucked up in the head, I mean straight hooked like a damn fiend.

(Rule #3 - have sex with them as soon as possible and try not to find out anything important about them before you do it.)

It should have been the first and the last time I hit for several reasons I've already mentioned, but of course it wasn't, she calls me days later, we have short conversion here and there but eventually she figures out I'm intelligent and also a good listener.

(Rule #4 - make them believe you care and that you listen to them.)

My personality is different from a lot of other guys, yes I am a good listener which is the biggest thing, its also the most annoying for me at times. In a situation like this one, something that comes naturally to me, such as listening, can give the wrong impression of me actually giving a fuck. I'm the type that likes to get to know my sexual partners a little bit before I hit, but here's a situation where she let me hit way to early so I'm no longer interested in getting to know her, nature of man shrugs feel how you want to about it but most dudes will tell you the same. To me this is just sex, but because I show a slight sign of caring, listening, or even compassion she latches on so fast and quick that with the combination of the pipe she falls in love. She grasped on to the fact that I listen, I have intelligent feed back and ultimately I can give advise that she otherwise revered as the Gospel at times. She was use to dealing with niggas that ain't shit, so in retrospect there's really no wonder why she became so attatched.

(Rule #5 - blow her mind with the best pipe game she has ever had, for the ladies: release the wet-wet on his ass.)

I don't mean to blow my own horn... ... ... ... ... ok so maybe I do just a little bit, but you wouldn't believe how many woman out there aren't getting that "Good Shit" but rather suffer from what I like to call VDD or Vitamin D(ick) Deficiency. Have you ever seen a colony of ants find something sweet on the ground and then go all the way in on it? They go nuts for the shit, run back and tell all the homies in the colony where it's at and how good it is, then they all come running to get some more. Females with a Vitamin D Deficiency are the same way, but sometimes the symptoms can very from "patient to patient", one of my followers called me the Sex Doctor lol. Sometimes a woman with VDD can finally get a proper dosage of Good Dick and have enough experience and wisdom to know just what to do to keep her new found Vitamin D supply on stash. She's going to make sure she doesn't mess up a perfectly good thing. However, there are those who may have suffered from VDD their entire adult lives and have no clue what to do when they finally get that "Good Shit". Apperently this was the case with Ms. Moody, fellas it's imperative you do a little research before you give the pipe away. She would go on to lose her damn mind and become the victim of a VDD relapse episode. Ms. Moody would eventually become a jealous, bossy, aggressive and controlling bitch of a cunt. I go into most of what happens next at this point with a female like Ms. Moody in my first 2 posts How It All Starts - Part 1 & 2. Now none of this had a direct effect on my life or how I went about doing things but would prove to just be really annoying. It would later be explained to me by Ms. Lufulgus (who you'll meet in a different post) that some females go their entire lives searching for that "Good Shit", and when they find it nothing else matters except keeping it and making it theirs and theirs alone. She also explained that during this process a woman can resort to measures that she might otherwise never bring herself to act on all for the sake of making that "Good Shit" hers. Well Ms. Moody definitely embrassed some techniques to lock me down that would catch me off guard as I've never had to deal with her kind before. Before I get into the bull shit let me say this, I like my space, I like my privacy, I have issues with authority so I don't like being told what to do and I don't like attitude when I did nothing to deserve it. Now with that said, a few months after we had been smashing here and there things were great, we were fucking with no strings attatched just how I like it. I made the rules simple, you're free to do you because I'm going to do me, you're not mine and I'm not yours, finally honesty is my best policy. Eventually over a four year period of messing around on and off she would show all the signs of a jealous girlfriend that wasn't my girlfriend. She always wanted to know where I was, who I was with, she would pop up at the crib unannounced with 3 of her friends waiting in the car outside trying to see if I was really by myself but playing it off like she wanted a quickie. She wasn't slick, she brought them bitches to fuck some shit up if she thought another bitch was at my place. Shrugs #HoodBitch. It got so bad that she even went as far as to contact one of my ex-girlfriends (who I was trying to patch things up with at the time, Ms. Moody knew this) on myspace with a whole bunch of bull shit about how we were dating and she needs to fall back. So you know I was mad, we were never dating, it was all about sex for me, but being nice to bitches always comes back to bite you in the ass "nice guys finish last" as they say. For some reason Ms. Moody was under the misconceptions that I was her man and she had the shit on lock despite my continuous disclosures that this was not and would never be so, but what can you tell a stalker that won't take no for an answer? When I told her I was cutting her off for that stunt everything got worse, she sent another message to my ex saying that it was all a lie and that she was jealous of her and wanted me for herself. It was an attempt to clean up her mess and keep me around, I continued to ignore her which resulted in phone calls from random, restricted and blocked phone numbers on a daily and weekly bases. This went on for years, I have too many contacts to change my number, and back then I was way to stubborn to let her win that way. Picture messages of her pussy would get no responses, she use to do that shit and get some dick the same night. You want to really piss off a female, let her know her pussy ain't good enough to keep you around. To this day she'll reach out to me every other month or so, why? Your guess is as good as mine, for some reason she doesn't understand I want nothing to do with her.

One disclosure I wish I gave her from jump but never did (because at this point I was oblivious to what I was actually capable of) was the fact my dick could ruin her life. Ms. Moody was my first true experience at being a home wrecker, when we first met she failed to inform me her baby's father was locked up, my policy with her was strictly "don't ask don't tell". Long story short, she allowed me to become such a focal point in her life (when I made it clear I didn't want to be and the best thing she could do for herself was to leave me alone) that her BF had one stipulation and one stipulation only for them to be a family when he gets out of jail... that she had to leave me alone. Not "yeah baby I'm gonna stay outta trouble.." or "I'm gonna stay off the streets and spend time with you and the baby.." or even "I'm gonna get a fucking J O B!". This nigga was more concerned about me than anything else and I never spoke a word to him or was even remotely aware of his existence in any degree what so ever! Which then begs the question to Ms. Moody... "bitch, WTF have you been tellin' this nigga and WHY?!", she would do dumb shit like compare his dick to mine, to his face! Like "that's why ya dick be smellin' like peanuts and his never do..". This bitch would say the craziest things to dude then would wonder why they don't have their shit together. The list of ridiculous things she would do to bring on her own self distruction and complete colapse of her personal life all for the sake of attempting to have me in her life goes on. Really, at the end of the day I only have myself to blame for all this crazy fuckery that went on with her. She is the definition of drama, she thrives off it like a parasite, you should see her FaceBook page, a crying shame really. More than anything she just doesn't have the confidence or maturity to know what to do to keep a man interested without revealing her insecurities; unlike a real woman.

So what's the moral of this story? Hell if I know, but I do know if you stick with rules 1 through 5 than you're sure to have a stalker stuck on you before you know it. Be careful out there people, the freaks come out at night, the crazies walk during the day, but the #TrueFreak's be on MY time line, I do this for them. #ShoutOut to all off them and a special shout to the very lovely and sweet @GingerSnapp_Bck, she knows all about this subject ;-) I love and appreciate all my followers that take the time to read this blog and show support with feed back, I love all the feed back. The next post is going to get hot I promise so stay tuned, hit me on Twitter @HowItAllStarts, I am...

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Ms. Sweets aka My Distant Lover

I've spent a lot of time trying to get my thoughts together about this particular post. Honestly, I'm on an emotionally confusing yet refreshing high right now, a lot of mixed feelings scattered accross my mind. I finally spoke to Ms. Sweets last night on the phone, we spoke about what she wanted to "get off her chest". Even though we had made plans over the weekend to meet up and talk about it all, our "date" kind of fell through. Anyway, out with it, Ms. Sweets is now involved with someone, has been since October and come to find out I know the guy. The selfish greedy nigga in me finds this as sort of a bummer, but the growing man inside is happy for her. In spite of this news I'm actually quite flattered for several reasons. First of all, she was willing to make a trip approximately 1/3's distance accross the state just to see and gage the reaction on my face when she told me. Very sweet of her in my opinion and I think that says a lot, for her it was about respect, she said she felt as though she owed me a face to face meeting. I can definitely appreciate and respect that. As she explained how it happened and who it was she was now dating I was smiling. Even though she couldn't see my face she could hear my smile through the phone as I wished her new relationship the best. I can see her smiling in my head as I explained (which really, I didn't even have to) that jealousy or bitterness was the farthest thing from a possible reaction to her news. Her happiness is satisfaction for me, besides that our relationship as friends has always been based on more than just sex. She values our friendship and doesn't want me out of her life for a reason. So much so that she told her man that she would cut off any and every other dude BUT me. If I understand things correctly, she explains that dude went through her phone and saw a conversation between her and myself. Though our conversation wasn't sexually charged or romantic at all I guess he still felt some type of way because he did know who I was. He immediately began to put the battery to her back about it but apparently she shut it down because he hasn't brought it up again. That was a bad move on his part, a surprising move as well, if you've known her for about as long as I have you should know better. Ms. Sweets is a free spirit but a very good girl if she needs to be, she couldv'e been txting me back some real slick shit if she wanted to this whole time. Though I left her plenty of open opportunites to do so she never took the bait. I've been wondering why too, lol, for weeks she's been so mysterious to me, I coulnd't read her like I usually can with women. Instead she gave me nothing, one word responses at times, drove me up the fuking wall but now I see why she was on it like that. She's "take er' home to mama" material and has been to me for a while now. I'm not sure when it happened exactly, perhaps within the last nine months or so, but at some point she became "more" to me. In any event, I have enough confidence (which by the way, she said I have every right to be confident about myself ;-D) in myself to know that if dude wasn't in the picture she and I would be much closer right now. At this point I can only speculate on what she thinks about everything and how she really feels. However, I think we are closer now than we have ever been, so I don't plan on doing anything that would prove my reputation as a home wrecker true. Yes among other things l've been called by females (such as 'asshole', 'jerk', 'dick head' etc...) a "home wrecker" deserves honerable mention. After all, one reason dude was upset about seeing my name in Ms. Sweets' phone is because he knows who I am. He knows that there was a time when I was hittin' that, if my memory is right at that time he wanted a shot at her as well but I guess you can say I had already obtained the spot light. However, if insecurity is what prompted him to go through her phone it's a wrap for him sooner than later. She's to fine to be in a relationship with and not have full trust for her, worrying what the next nigga is doing to keep her attention will only prove counter productive. Niggas will always be plottin' on her, his best bet is to focus on whatever he did to bag her in the first place. Knowing Ms. Sweets I know it was no simple accomplishment, I'm more than positive he worked pretty hard for it. Overall, I can't prove that dude is insecure, but that's what it sounds like to me, I mean why else go through her phone right? You never know what the future holds so for now I will simply play my position and let what will be, be. I won't take back a single thing I said in "Ms. Sweets aka My Pretty Eyed Unicorn", that's how I feel and she knows I'm not going any where, she will always be MY Unicorn and she knows that as well. If your lost in the sauce check previous post to catch up with the story, the followig posts only get more interesting. Get at me on Twitter.com @HowItAllStarts, special shout outs to @skyaRose, @SexxiSorria, @carmelhomie and @IamSEXtrodinary. Follow this blog, ask me anything, until next time...

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How It All Starts - Part 2

mmmmm.. "Part 2" in this bitch, now this is where we start to have a little fun, the first time Ms. Fluffy and I find ourselves alone. However, before I get to all the good stuff that went down on this cold Tuesday, let's hit reverse for a minute and go back to the beginning. I met her on a ski/snowboarding trip I took to the Poconos in the last weekend (my birthday weekend) of January. We had common friends but she was shy none the less, rarely looked me in the eyes. We ended up in the hot top alone together but exchanged very little words, I would find out later she was feeling me the entire time we were on the trip. Cute little thing, about 105 pounds, 5' even, all titties and ass, super chocolate too with a tight package, body is right. Anyway, when I get back home from the trip that Sunday evening there's a faebook friend request waiting for me. It's Ms. Fluffy, I accept ofcourse and we start chatting (IM), after a few "small talk" messages back and forth we wasted very little time getting to sex talk. Yeah that was quick huh? We had it in for each other from the rip but never knew until the trip was over. We talked about everything sex, I mean everything, our likes and dislikes, favorite positions (back strokes by unanimous decision, yes!), foreplay tactics. She likes to wrestle before sex, she gets rough, skin is a must and lights need to be on so she can see everything. This would confuse me later because her eyes were sealed shut the entire time I was inside. With all this build up and talking everyday it honestly felt like we had made love before. Prior to this particular Tuesday I had played out sex sessions with her lil fine ass in my mind that lasted for hours at I time all within a few minutes real time. It's very true what people say about sex and anticipation, after this shit went down I had no choice but to become a believer. So she takes the train up the state to my area, I pick her up early in the morning from the station. We drive back to my place and waste no time getting started, I have all my favorite "let's get it poppin" joints on my phone blasting through the speakers. Anything from Bobby Valentino to Trey Songz take your pick, I was definitely on my "Unusual" shit. She likes to wreslte so that's what we did until our clothes were off, she really didn't put up much of a fight though ;-) her head game is amazing, I like a woman that can suck a dick like its the last thing that'll touch her lips. Cot Damn if that ain't how she did.. Because of this and all the anticipation I had no choice but go in on her kitty, I let her have the first go on top though, she hops on top but before we go in I touch it.. and o.. m.. g.. home girl got the Secret Treasure, juice box ridiculously wet, I mean I had to play with it for another few minutes in amazement and awe if this girls pussy, yeah it was like #THAT, she does her thing on top quite well I must say, she can bounce it fast and keep firing right on fuking target, she's grinding slow, she's getting tired, my turn, she says she likes it rough and that's how she got it, I'm railing down her middle, she starts to talk to herself in the middle of talkin dirty to me, she's saying how big it is, she's yelling at the top of her lungs, its so fat, she's saying she can't cum again, I pick her up and throw her on all fours, it's her favorite position, mine as well, I'm beating it down to Rick Ross's "MC Hammer", "No. 1" Rick Ross, Diddy and Trey Songz, I'm smacking it up, its so good, I pull her braids back so I can see her love faces, I can't help but smile and whisper in her in her ear "..is it good..", she's short winded and can't respond back with an answer, and I don't let up until I nut.. We went hard for an hour or so, I made eggs and toast, and weed brownies lol, ahhh #winning, while that was in the oven we made use of the honey she brought with her, and here we go again, the things I found out you can do with honey blew my mind ;-) seems like we only have one mode of sex, hard, I hear the timer go off so we pause, when I come back the juice box is still super on point, its so stupid, we go at it again, she falls asleep, I wake her up an hour later, and we do it ALL over again. We eat some brownies, she doesn't smoke so the brownies do her in, high as FUCK (time out - I gave her the disclaimer way before this "..Look here Ms. Fluffy, I'm lettin you know right I'm a bad influence, I keep an open mind to a lot of shit so I'm liable to turn yo ass out and get you into all sorts of shit.." she was like "cool" then SHE suggested the brownies idea, I said "cool") we get it in again, each time we did it was better and longer then the last, we did this from about 9am up until 4pm. I remember her yelling out in the heat of the last moments "..take ya pussy baby, take ya pussy.." lol, oh boy. At that moment I asked myself "..did I make a mistake putting it on her like this the first time?.." Well its kind of too late to ask now, right? I put her back on the train, we spoke later that evening, she was still kinda trippin' off the brownies. Well that pretty much wraps up how things always start, well maybe not for everyone or exactly the same but you get the idea. Things seem to always start off so great, and then for some strange reason sex can complicate everything. So where do we go from here? At this point most people make a decision as to whether or not they will continue messing with this person and under what conditions. Shit I know what I want, this pussy was good and I want to hit again no strings attatched. She says she wants the same thing but for how long? There have been a few events that took place that may have suggested otherwise since that very Tuesday, including the next time we had sex. All that and more to come. Hit me on twitter and RT this, @howitallstarts.

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How It All Starts - Part 1

Let me start off by revealing my motivation regarding this blog. Every "relationship" I ever had has turned sour because of that very word.. relationship. My opinion, relationship = the quickest, easiest and overall best way to ruin a perfectly good thing. Now because of my experiences with this particular area, I've been led to believe that a relationship just isn't ever going to be for me again! So now I've kind of taken a researcher's approach to things. I'll explain what I mean later. I recently met this girl on a snowboarding trip I took to the Poconos a few weeks ago. She was shy towards me, we ended up in a hot tub alone together but exchanged very few words. After the trip I received a facebook friend request from her (we'll call her Ms. Fluffy), the very same night we got back from PA as a matter of fact. Before you know it, after a few small talk IM's we were talking about sex, yeah I know you might be thinking "damn that was fast..", one thing leads to another and we set up our first meet. She lives an hours drive away, and we are both busy people, so our first meet would be about two weeks after we were introduced. Now before I go into detail about this particular "FUCK date" adventure on a chilly Tuesday consider this.. How much dick does it take to make a woman fall in love? I've always been humble and otherwise modest about my sexuality, or gifts if you will, but on this platform I can say what I want and HOW I want to say it! I got big dick, theres never really been a question about it after my first 4 or 5 sexual partners. The reaction after the first time a female tries me has always been to the affect of "..omg, its so big/fat.." followed by something to the affect of "..that was fucking amazing.." I know my pipe game is on point, but there's a completely different problem/curse that comes with this "gift".. they fall in love with it. All a woman has to do is find me attractive and if I want to pursue her my personality will take over. There's no doubt she'll like my mental, she already likes my appearance, but she has no clue what's lurking underneath waiting to seduce and drive her crazy. Once she finds out, all logic and reason leaves her mind, she is no longer driven by a plan to just be friends or to "play the game" so to speak, oh no, she found the secret treasure, the magic stick. Her game plan has now completely changed, slowly she starts to scheme and plot on how she can continue to enjoy this dick without sharing it with any other "bitch". My #1 turn off, a woman's insecurities, its the main reason she goes into "lock-him-down" mode. She fears rejection, abandonment and loneliness, and she rapidly racks her brain in a hopeless effort to avoid all of the above. Then it hits her "..I'll get him to commit to me! He'll be my boyfriend and I'll never have to worry about him leaving or cheating!..". Yeah, I have that very same look on my face when I think about a woman seriously saying this to herself, #FAIL. So she puts the battery to his back, the pressure is on for her campaign to be number one, for "The Title" that will ultimately and unavoidably doom everything these two love birds have taken the time to enjoy building together. Now dude is really just going with the flow because that's just what we do when it comes to these things, none the less what does he do? He caves in like a commercial doing a side by side comparison of Bounty paper towels, you know the one where they have a bunch of grapes or apples on the paper towel and then they run the water over it to see which one breaks first (see I use to be the "competition" paper towel, no more, #TeamBounty over here baby!). So now they are in a relationship right? Now what? Expectations are the first to change, freedoms are lost, and entitlements become the new glue between them. They both begin to relax, with the final frontier reached and conquered they stop doing the little things that made the other fall for them to begin with. Soon after all the idiosyncracies and twercks and quercks that they couldn't originally see in the other are revealed. They no longer enjoy each other's company but now find the other annoying and bothersome. All this for what? So that the woman can have this false sense of security that comes in the form of a word called "relationship"? Are all women this way? Obviously not, but consider the man with the magic stick as well. Why should get off with no blame in all this, right? He is the one that knows what he is working with, they say "with great.." ehh hem.. "power, comes great responsibility.." Is he exempt from all responsibility for the failure? "He knew what he was doing with that dick!".. right? Well I'm gonna attempt to get to the root of this age old debate, I'll give you a peek into the sex life of a man like myself and let you interact with me LIVE every step of the way 24/7! Follow me on twitter... The Real #26 @HowItAllStarts, if you do you wont be disappointed. I'll show you play by play whats happening with Ms. Fluffy and myself, we'll see who caves in first and why. I'll answer any questions you may have as well, and I'll always answer honestly as long as it doesn't reveal anyone's identity.

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