Why is it wrong?

Am I wrong for wanting a piece of him, him, her and her.

Society says it’s wrong.

My friends say I’m greedy.

Is it wrong for me to have many lovers?

Is it wrong that each of them have a special part that equates to my perfect being?

Why must I just have one mate?

Why does it have to be a man?

My auntie says “Cuz we nuh inna di batty gyal biznes”

She doesn’t understand that our culture doesn’t have to affect who I am.

He fucks me so good I lose control of my body, it surrenders to him and never puts up a fight.

She provides me with her sensual flair, making me believe in my sexiness and know that it’s ok to want the best that’s out there.

He makes me laugh and never wants to see me cry. When I’m around him I never know whether it’s day or if it’s night.

She is my provider, she makes me feel safe and warm. She never lets me have to deal with rainy days or them horrible storms.

Together they make the perfect one. The person I see myself falling and falling and falling over and over and over again in love.

Why must that be wrong?

Why is it socially acceptable for a man to gift his dick to what ever woman may blink but if a woman does the same she isn’t worth shit.

She is called a HOE, SLUT, WHORE and could never be a wife. Just because she’s living unapologetically in this crazy thing we call life.

A sexual being, yes. Also, looking for the right attributes to make the best.

Is it wrong?

Is it really wrong?

When you think about it are you truly with the one?

Or are you just with someone that was better than the rest but still missing something hun?

Live your best life and be who you want to be.

I’m only my best when I’m being me.

Valentine’s fun (part 2)

We walked in and all eyes were on us, maybe that could’ve been because we were ridiculously over dressed. I was all leg, he was all muscle, it was a bit much for the dinner time crowd but we didn’t care. The view of London was to die for and the cocktails were amazing. I made a mental note that we would definitely come back here. We was at the bar all of five minutes and our waiter came to take us to our table. We sat down for what seemed like a second before Trey leaned over towards me with that look in his eyes, “Go to the toilet and take off your panties, I will be in there in a minute.”Ummm is he joking or is he joking?

“Are you joking?” I said this through my quiet attempt at a laugh. He looked me dead in my face with the most serious expression, “Do I seem like I’m joking?”

I didn’t reply to him I just got up and went to the toilet, bare in mind that there were other people in the shard so this was very risky. Not that I was really complaining, sex in a public place was definitely on my bucket list. 

I walked in and I had to take a minute to admire the view and the bathrooms were even nice. The walls inside each stall was like mirrors but blue and it smelt like spring time. I walked in and pulled down my knickers and just stood there. This was so exciting, just waiting there got me wet. Five minutes went by and I was growing impatient, ten minutes went by and I was over it. I was horny as hell waiting for him and he didn’t even bloody come. Just when I walked out the stall he was standing there, starring at me.

“Ummm Trey, why didn’t you come in?” My tone sounded irritated but I was, why was he just waiting here.

“You want me don’t you?”

Is he trying to annoy me or is this just for banter.

“Of course I want you, I’m horny as hell, why didn’t you come in to get me?”

He gave me that damn sexual look again that he always does, “I wanted you to get really ready for me and a little irritated because I knew this would end in the best result. You ready?”

Shit.

“Yes.”

He walked towards me and I backed up back into the stall. When he got fully in he closed the door behind him and then grabbed me by my waist. I looked up at him and he gave me a little smile and then kissed me. He kissed me like he was trying to make me cum just by his lips. Maybe it was just my imagination but the kiss was something out of this world. It was so good I didn’t even notice his hand going up my thighs. I started to moan already and he hadn’t even reached his destination yet. 

Valentine’s fun. (Part 1)

He wasn’t a person who gives in to these money making holidays but he said he would try for me. I couldn’t wait to finish work and get home to see what he had planned for us to do. I made sure to buy two different outfits for the bedroom and for going out. I know it seems a bit over the top but a girl has to be prepared. Plus I wasn’t sure if he was going to make an effort or just give up as he doesn’t like Valentine’s Day. I left work with a quickness, I needed at least 2 hours to get ready because my hair was going through an emotional break down. On top of that issue I had to make sure I was shaved from head to toe, I wasn’t able to book a wax appointment in time, I’d be damned if I was going to feel like chewbacca. 

Although there was traffic I managed to get home with 10 mins extra for my pampering session. I got to my door and I noticed a note that was taped to it. It said in capital letters, “DRESS TO IMPRESS BABY, TONIGHT IM GOING TO GIVE YOU EXACTLY WHAT YOU DESERVE. BE READY FOR 8PM, A CAR WILL PICK YOU UP. PACK AN OVERNIGHT BAG BECAUSE WE WILL BE STAYING AT A HOTEL. THEN IF YOUR LUCKY I WILL GIVE YOU EXACTLY WHAT YOU NEED.”

I automatically got excited and a little horny because if I know him at all I know he is going to give me exactly what I need. 

At this precise moment exactly what I needed was a big, juicy dick. 

I ran inside and jumped in the shower, shaved all the important bits, also washed and conditioned my hair. As I was getting ready I was drinking a little prosecco, I’m usually a nice girl but tonight I wanted to be naughty, alcohol always gives me a confidence boost. I got out the underwear that I bought and decided to definitely wear the red lace outfit for tonight at the hotel. Balconette bra to make my breast look more enticing, French knickers, knee high fish net stockings with the lace band and to finish it off suspenders. He loves my red lips so I decided to go with ruby woo lipstick and my hair big and curly. The little black dress I bought was definitely for the occasion. Lots of leg on show to get him ready for the big reveal. 

At 7.55 my buzzer went off and I slipped into my black pumps and grabbed my clutch. Gave myself a quick once over in the mirror and was out. I had no idea where I was going and after a few failed attempts of trying to get information out of the driver we arrived at the shard. 

“Oh ok so he’s really trying to get this work tonight!” I whispered to myself. 

I got out the car and turned around to see the biggest bunch of white roses I’ve ever seen in my life. There was a heart shaped balloon in the middle of it and it just melted my heart. Attached to the bouquet was my sexy ass man, he was in his blacked out Tom ford suit and red grandpa shirt, louboutins to match. He looked so damn good and when I saw his hair cut I almost wanted to propose to his barber.

“Happy Valentine’s Day baby girl, you ready for tonight?” he said in an extremely low and seductive tone. Damn, so much promise in only 9 words, I’m not even sure I am ready. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day Trey, I think I’m ready but knowing you I may not be as ready as I should. 

He laughed and put the roses in the back of the car. I was a bit disappointed that I didn’t get to hold on to them a little longer but I got over it once he kissed me. His lips are so soft and every single time they touch mine, even if I’m angry with him, they send shivers down my spine. 

“You will get the roses back later, let’s go up and eat…” 

I ignored the fact that the eat sounded sexual and I held his hand as we walked towards Aqua’s entrance.