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.

Succumb

His face showed signs of anger but it still made me want to try and seduce him. He kept his tight gaze as I walked across the room slowly dropping the dressing gown off my shoulders. His stubbornness kept his eyes on mine but I knew he wanted to look at my body. I moved slowly towards him which seemed to make his hands fidget but his eyes still looked mad. I ignored his face and decided to watch his body language as I got closer and closer. He seemed to relax more and his hands dropped down to his sides. I got in between his legs and still hadn’t looked up at his face again. His body was giving me all that I needed in that moment. I went to undo his belt and he grabbed my wrist, but when I touched his hand with my other he let go. I undid his belt and zipped down his trousers and his most important muscle sprang to attention. I bent down and placed my petroleum covered lips onto him and I heard a gasp. That gave me all the permission I needed to take him deep into my throat, start working my hands at the base of him and start squeezing his scrotum; which I knew he loved. I caught myself in a rhythm and he put a hand behind my head and whispered “Don’t move let me fuck your mouth” in a breathy tone. I did as I was told and when I managed to look up I saw his face and I knew he had succumbed fully to my advances.