Volunteer Model: Naked for Likes

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Hoes come up with any reason to get naked on social media: Monkey Monday, Titty Tuesday, Wet Wednesday, Thick Thursday, Fuck Clothes Friday….  Well how about Sick of Seeing That Shit Saturday and Save It For Your Man Sunday?  This loose term of the word model, even erotic modeling needs rehab.  You are not allowed to call yourself a model unless you actually get paid to do it, the only people that view your photos are followers, and you  have no modeling contract.

Selfies you took in the mirror featuring you holding your phone is not erotic photography no matter how naked you are.  Shower curtains, toilets, bathroom counters, garbage cans, and your bed post are not props and that dirty bedroom in the background is not a studio or scene.  Stop it I say!!!

But don’t get me wrong, I have seen people take very good pictures that could readily be sold as a stock erotic photo and even model quality. As a photo finisher, I have made good pictures great just by adjusting the lighting and cropping.  But some of this mess is awful.  The added awfulness are the thousands of likes and hundreds of sexual comments made by strange men on these photos.  I even saw one guy post a photo of his wife in a bikini with her legs wide open. He said she had no idea he posted the photo and would be mad if she knew but he just wanted to show her off…..  What?!

I just don’t get it. What is attractive or good about that type of attention?  What man would really respect a woman doing this?  Do these women expect men to treat them with respect after this?  Will the attention of one man ever be enough for women that post naked on social media for attention?  I need answers! Haha

Vulnerable: Stop being a ho so I can love you

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Genuine men do not rob women of their ability to be vulnerable.  Her vulnerability enables her to love you, understand you, care for you, and forgive you when you mess up.  Her vulnerability creates in her, protection for your own emotions.  It is what turns your house into a home, it creates peace, and it enables her to respect your masculine presences.  It allows her to listen to you, follow your lead, and trust your judgment.  So be consistent, trustworthy, loyal, and respectful if she shows you a glimpse of her vulnerability.  But if you see it and don’t want to do right by her, remove yourself accordingly.  If not, your entire encounter with women will be tragic.  But only follow this advice if you want something real.

I write this because I see so many men complaining about the lack of quality women while dating or dealing with women who they would categorize as not being quality.  There is now a population of innocent hoes, thug gentleman, and single married… Just like unicorns, it does not exist.  The innocent ho will eventually get naked for Facebook, fuck one of your friends, or some other guy with shiny trinkets.  The thug gentleman will eventually go to jail, sleep with his baby mama, or do something that will eventually leave people questioning your character.  The single married man will not leave his wife, will not treat you like you are his wife, and will never respect you, ever.  The single married woman only wants dick from you, will watch you get beat or shot by her husband while pretending she has no clue who you are.

Finding love, true love, include more personal change than anything that the opposite sex is doing.  You must prepare yourself by loving yourself, thus becoming someone who is able to be loved.  Ask yourself is it safe for someone to love you.  Is it safe for someone to trust you, to give you their heart, and to act unselfishly to you?  Is it safe for someone to place some of their well-being in your hands?  Are you capable of replacing the output of energy that is given to you from someone who loves you?  Do you deserve true love ladies and gentleman?



Be boundless with me

And learn to relax your mind

Don’t worry about what they think

Cause being freaky isn’t a crime

Kiss me when I give you head

Fuck me til I fall off the bed

Eat my ass like a tasty treat

Cause I sit on the floor to catch it when you beating your meat

Thumbing my ass like a PS4 remote

Shoot thick, hot cum all down my throat

Get nasty, get dirty, don’t be shy with me

Submissive black girl got what you need

So you like pain?

Smack me baby get rude with it

So you like fucking ass?

Don’t hold back just lube it

So you like feet ?

Don’t be scared to admit it

Can’t take the heat?

Get your ass out the kitchen

Make Me Feel Pretty Again


Single woman

Don’t wanna be hurt anymore

Keep throwing up walls

Keep shutting my door

Sick tired of always paying the price

Deciding whom to love is like rolling a dice

No more

I don’t wanna be hurt anymore

Keep realizing my fears

Keep drying my own tears

Sick and tired of lames always playing these games

Telling me I’m not a side but I’m your main

That don’t make me feel good

Fake love got me going insane

Wish you could eat your own lies

And have your stomach in pain

Give you a glimpse of what your ass have been doing to me

But you too caught up being selfish for your ass to see

I want a good man

Not one that is pretending to be

A man that give trust, love, and honesty.

Understanding, caring, with generosity

You saying you out there

But you need to prove it to me

I’m done

I don’t wanna be hurt anymore

Keep bleeding love

Keep scratching my sores

Sick and tired of ripping my skin

All I really wanna do is feel pretty again….

Bedtime Story: My First Dominate


About 9 years ago, I was friends with this chick and she kept telling me about her guy friend who was single. She gave me his number and told me to call him. I was hesitant because I was wondering why she was trying so hard to put him off on me if he were so great. She told me he was a stripper and they were friends from when she used to strip. When she told me what side of town he live on, I gave her the side eye. You have to have major cake to live in the condos he lived in.

So for months she begged me to call him but I still refused but finally told her to give him my number. When we finally met, geez, he was fine as hell! He told me he only liked big girls but most were intimidated by his looks and thought he didn’t really want them, so he just worked all the time to keep his mind off being single.

We talked on the phone quite a while and one night after I got off work and was fskw, I told him I was coming to his place. He paused, laughed, and told me to come over. He met me at the door with a kiss so passionate I didn’t even know my shirt was unbuttoned and hanging off one arm when he stepped away.

I knew he was a dominate and my submissive side was in full effect, even though I didn’t understand quite what it was until later. There was a very ornate chair in the middle of his livingroom. It looked like a mini throne. He instructed me to sit on the chair. I sat there while he removed my clothes little by little, stroking my face, and kissing my body as he revealed more and more of my skin.

Usually I am really shy about my body but the more he saw of me the more I saw this look in his eyes that let me know I could relax. It was like he was worshipping me with his eyes. He removed his clothes and my mouth, I am sure, was hanging open. His body was like a work of art: golden brown skin, muscles every where, and a killer white, dimpled smile.

He told me to stand up, turn away from him, and face the chair. From behind me, he rubbed oils into my body from head to toe. I could feel how hard he was because it kept rubbing against my naked skin as he rubbed and kissed, rubbed, and kissed. My knees were so weak that he was practically holding me upright. He would also rub my clit occasionally and that had my wetness actually running down my legs.

He bent me over and told me to wrap my fingers around the arms of the chair. He tied my wrist to the chair with two ribbons. I remember thinking in my head that they would slide off because they were silk. Its like he heard my thoughts because he asked me to try to get out of them but I couldn’t.

I felt him move behind me, place his body on top of mine, and reach around. He was rubbing my stomach. I hate my stomach because its big and I laughed a little because I was nervous and insecure. He sat up real quick, stood to the side, massaged my clit with two of his fingers and at the same time hit my butt hard as hell. My body was so confused at the mix of pleasure and pain.

He tormented me like that for like 5 minutes but it felt much longer. Then he just walked off and sat on the sofa, leaving me tied up to the chair, naked and exposed. I could feel him staring at me. I felt so very naked. Finally he got up and walked over. I heard a condom wrapper, a pause, then he placed his hands on my waist and guided himself into me. And he began to dance.

He danced inside of me. Slow winding and smooth pelvic thrust…. He was stripping inside of me ya’ll and I just came and came. I was strapped to that chair for more than an hour. When he untied me and stepped away, I fell to the floor, still orgasming. He picked me up and sat me in the chair and slowly put my clothes back on. On my way out of the door, he pushed me against it, put his hand down my pants and flicked my sensitive clit twice and I started to orgasm again. I ran walked out of the door. I am walking across the parking lot still moaning and cumming.

I don’t even remember the drive home but later that morning when I woke up, I ran through everything that happened in my head and became afraid. He called and called and I just avoided him until he stopped calling. I was young, really inexperienced at sex….I had just lost my virginity a few years before this. I didn’t know how to handle it so I ran.

Wouldn’t you know I end up engaged to a dominate just a year and a few months after this experience? lol

Lie to Me Beautifully Until I Beg You to Stop


You showed up unexpectedly with words full of promise and passion.  Stirring my hopes and dreams for a love I felt was elusive.  You said everything right.  You made promises I needed to be kept.  I wanted to believe you.  To fall deeply with my eyes closed into you but I know what happens when I fly too close to the sun.  So I stood, peaking from the shadows, a little smile on my face but fear in my heart.  I don’t want to be hurt by you, so I hurt myself in pursuit of protection.  We are too much alike.  We share the same fears, the same pain, the same needs, the same drives, the same passion; the same heart that loves too fast, and fails miserably at attempts to reacts slowly.  Crash, burn, heal concludes the cycle, this never-ending cycle of potential love that visits but never stays.  I want you; I think you want me? Even after you told me so many times.  I do not believe you. I don’t believe you!!!!  I need you to prove it, but not with your dick. I need you to prove it with your mind, your heart, your soul…. I want your soul.  I want you to want mine.  But I don’t believe you. I don’t believe you!!!! I need to believe you but that takes time and consistency.  We are both impatient but you don’t give a fuck while I try to hide mine.  Now I feel like I should have just gone with the flow.  Enjoyed the passion, enjoyed the exchange of body fluids, sipped from the bottle of temporary love that is called sex and pretend it was real.  Let you lie to me beautifully….  But is it a lie, or just my insecurities taunting me?

All this shit because you didn’t return my phone call…. Why the hell do I have to be so freakin’ emotional!?!?!?!

My Life, My Pain

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I have started a blog on another site to chronicle my struggles with my autoimmune disorder. The physical, mental, emotional, and financial struggles I faced are shared by people all over the world. It wouldn’t hurt if I got a donation or two either :).  But anyways, check it out and if you have a few extra coins laying around, help a sista out.  Peace & Blessings!