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Bringing Sexy Back

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about what makes me feel sexy.

When I was in high school, it was all about tight acid-wash jeans, cross-color t-shirts, and large bamboo earrings. My undergarments consisted almost entirely of whatever my mom picked up. I couldn’t be bothered.

College, on the other hand, was an experiment in polar opposites: two dollar hooker vs hobo chic. On one end of the spectrum were nauseatingly loud tube tops and leggings from 5-7-9—scarcely a natural fiber in sight.




On the other end were oversized hoodies (where I publicly declared fidelity to everything from NWA to Bart Simpson), flannel shirts, baggy jeans, and Timberlands*. Think TLC gone badass.

Around this time was my epoch of self-discovery and lingerie. My first foray into the world of lace and frills was an epic disaster where I found myself twirling around JC Penny’s dressing room like a dog chasing its tail while disparately clawing at the clasp on the Wonder Bra restricting my circulation.

Sweet manna from heaven! Some guy wrenched me from Lucifer’s grasp just as I was losing consciousness. For my own chagrins in the retelling of this fable I’ll cast him as a saintly store clerk though in reality he was probably just some perv passing by. Who cares! I lived to see another day.

Soon after marriage, I discovered dressing up in the boudoir was fun! I purchased everything I saw. My closet looked like a props department. Fortunately I came to my senses, and keep it simple both in and out of the bedroom.


Now, in the bedroom, a pair of retro varsity shorts, a tank top or a tee stolen from the hubby, and knee/thigh high tube socks does quite nicely.

Uber sexy—no fuss.

*Hey! Take a gander at the dank fashions lurking in your past before questioning my taste…or lack thereof. :)













    I’m Effin’ Magneto!

    Yesterday was the shittiest day in the history of shitty days. It’s a long story so I’ll save it for another post. Let’s just say after hours of shouting and a red wine, Prozac cocktail, my hubby says,

    “You’re fucking Magneto. You’re true focus lies somewhere between rage and serenity.”

    Though I gave him the ‘piss off pause of silence', he continued.

    “When you’re angry, you explode (which rarely happens)—it’s like bear baiting. And when you’re satisfied, you’re efficient with words and shrug everything off. But right in the middle, where you’re frustrated but have a purpose or at least a light at the end of the tunnel, is when you’re at your best—most eloquent. You’re rants put me to shame. You’re Magneto, babe!”

    After mentally cursing him out and insisting that if I were any Marvel Comic character I’d be Emma Frost, I began to see his point. I can’t stitch my thoughts together when I’m impassioned—on the flipside my indifference reaps little reward.




    My Grandma exploited this ‘weakness’ when she asked me to take her seat on the committee for prison reform knowing I would refuse given my publication schedule and state of emotional bankruptcy. I hardly have time for the charities already on my plate. So, instead of making her request, she asked if I’d sit in on a meeting on her behalf—the meeting where they were screening extremely graphic documentary footage for the next legislative session.

    She knew I wouldn’t turn away after seeing such gross misuse of power and brutality, but at the same time I was too angry to function in any capacity. I had to calm my mind, and since then I’ve written a venomous dissertation for them to present next session.

    Maybe I am a little Magneto: driven by passion and peace. Or maybe I’m driven by my passion for peace. And maybe feeling Magneto is about tapping into those violent passions and harnessing its energy productively. Who knows…posterity will judge us all.


     

    Today I'm feeling Magneto






      So Long 2011!!

      This isn’t going to be an overly emotional end of year post for two reasons: we’ll be here tomorrow, and writing a post slipped my mind until ten minutes ago.

      This year definitely belonged to the consumers. You guys showed your strength by coming out in unheard of numbers in the fight against plagiarism.

      We, writers, wouldn’t have made much headway without your unwavering diligence. Writers, not the publishers, asked for your help, and you were there for us.

      That’s very humbling, indeed. Trust me, you folks sent a shockwave through the industry. Power to the people!

      Through ups and downs, laughter and tears, bullshit and bliss, we pulled through 2011 together. The IRE family thanks you for your support and continued friendship.
       


      Bring on 2012!!

      That's for you, Cali! :)






        It appears FetLife has gone from a comfortable hangout of likeminded Kinksters, where everyone was accepted and respectful, to a den of clandestine shag-a-thons.

        I deleted my account long ago but was overjoyed to read Mr. Zeitgeist’s retort to a rude FL member posting what plainly amounts to a “Help wanted” ad.

        Look, Kinksters aren’t cookie cut. We come in a wide array of shades just like everyone else. Yet, somehow, we’re lumped with this ignorance.

        If someone said all Christians, blacks, whites, Spanish, Jews, Muslims, heterosexuals were all the same, intellectuals would label them uninformed, and ill-bred. So why isn’t grouping all Kinksters met with the same horror?

        Anyway, I won’t babble on. 


                                       *****


        This was written in response to a FetLife post. The poster was wondering why no one was responding to his profile or his entreaties to be invited to parties.

        You want to meet a girl that you can explore your kinky side with. That’s wonderful.

        Let me ask you something:
        ~ Do you have a match.com or OK Cupid a profile that says “I’m a guy. I’m looking for a girl. If you’re a girl or know a girl, would you send her to me please?”

        ~ Suppose you’re into stamp collecting. Do you go into stamp-collecting forums and say “I’m a guy who thinks he may like stamp collecting, and I’m looking for a girl to fuck and teach me about stamp collecting.”?

        ~Do you see a girl at Starbucks drinking coffee and say “Hey, I like coffee, too. Wanna fuck?”


        Every time you post on here asking for people to “help you out,” that’s exactly what you’re doing.

        You seem to think that just because a woman is into getting tied up, beaten, and fucked in the ass, she’s somehow different from a “normal” woman. You seem to think that just because a woman likes to have sex, talk about sex, and sometimes be naked in front of people, she should want to do that with you, without knowing anything at all about you except that you like women to get naked in front of you.


        Submissives aren’t submissive to everyone
        You’ll hear submissives say “I’m submissive, but I’m not your submissive.” No matter how many times you’ve read The Story of O, there is no chateau full of submissive women who are available on demand to anyone who wants to use them.


        Kinky women are not whores
        Some kinky women may like it when their partner calls them “whore,” but they’re not sex workers. They’re not in the business of making sex of any sort available to all comers. (And contrary to popular belief, there is not a rule that actual sex workers have to accept whoever is willing to pay them.)


        Kinky women are not easy
        Some kinky women have multiple partners. Some women will do some sort of limited play with people they just met. As a rule most women will not get intimate with a guy they know nothing about. Kinky women are no different.


        Kinky women are not objects
        Sure, some women like being objectified, to be used as furniture, ashtrays, fuck toys, even toilets. But you know what? The women who like that trust the people who do that to them, Do you know why they trust them? Because they know them as people. They have connected as human beings before they connected as kinksters.


        Kinky women have feelings
        Do some kinky women want to be humiliated, degraded, hurt, and used? Absolutely. This may be hard to understand, but while they may want all those things, they want them in a supportive, trusting, and caring environment. You call my girlfriend a bitch, she’ll kick your balls. I call her a bitch, and she melts in my arms. See the difference?



        Kinkster and proud!!









          A Poem for my Daughter

          As my mother did for me, I gave Eva a writing journal inscribed with one of our favorite poems.

          Given that we were encouraged to keep journals, it’s amusing that our parents were genuinely stunned when one of us became a writer. It’s a clear case of reaping what you sow.

          Anyhoo, thought I’d share with you and yours. Enjoy! 

                                        ****

          After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul.

          And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning and company doesn’t mean security.

          And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts and presents aren’t promises.

          And you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes open; with the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child.

          And you learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.

          After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much.

          So you plant your garden and decorate your own soul instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.



          And you learn that you really can endure…

          That you really are strong...

          And you really do have worth…

          And you learn and learn…

          With every good-bye, you learn.


          ~ Jorge Luis Borges, “You Learn”




          Love you, Diva. You have made us fiercely proud.


            I’m no fan of Martha Stewart. Her thinly veiled contempt for those around her drives me nuts.

            I had the particular misfortune of watching one of her over-the-top holiday shows where her homemade cinna-lemon candles sat atop a finely appointed table complete with crisp linen and mugs* of mulled cider, and the walls sparkled with hand stenciled doves. Upstairs, the guestroom boost all the comfortable amenities of a five star hotel, and burning on the gilded nightstand abutting a handwritten ‘sleep tight’ card…yep, you guessed it, another damn cinna-lemon candle.

            If you didn’t puke after the first mention of cinna-lemon candles, you’re my hero. Piss off, Martha! What about the real people on real budgets?

            Let’s be realistic. Everyone wants to present a crackin’ get-up but very few have the time or resources for Martha’s drama; especially if you're an apartment dweller who can’t make permanent alterations.



            Here are a few realistic and inexpensive ideas from some of your favorite writers:

            Sutter Home’s Bubbly Moscato: 6.99-10.00. Unless you have a sommelier in your numbers, no one will miss the expensive French champagne. In fact, those who don’t fancy the shape bite of dry champagne will thank you.

            Moscato wines are produced using late harvest grapes which are exceedingly sweet; giving them the label 'dessert wines'. Perfect for newbies!

            Sutter Home also has a placid moscato that I love. The alcohol content is around 15% so take care…it’s still alcohol! Flavor notes: Rose petals, lichee fruit, creamy white peaches and ripe, juicy honeydew melons.







            Better Homes and Gardens Scented Wax Cubes: 2.00 for a six pack. I LOVE these things. I’m a Yankee Candle whore but Emily purchased a pack of Iced Winter Cranberry from Walmart and we gave them a try. Two cubes scented our entire first and second floor. The fragrances weren’t overpowering or synthetic and well worth 2.00.

            In addition to Iced Winter Cranberry, my favorite scents are Spice Sugar Plums, and Wild Berry Cheesecake. As far as I know, they’re exclusively sold at Walmart.

            Tips: To increase the longevity of the scent, once the burner and used wax have cooled, use a rubber band to affix a piece of plastic wrap over the burner. You’re good for a few more burns.

            Company dropping by at the last minute? Place a small pot of water with a little cinnamon and vanilla on the back eye of the stove, bring to a boil, then turn it to a simmer or off. Bam! Instant “Girl, what are you cooking?” aroma - which is far better than Glade.



            Our Bed and Bath Picks: Westpoint Home and Tuesday Morning. Believe it or not, people judge you by your linen. Yeah, you could buy cheaper linen from Walmart but why not save yourself the tears (and your guest the itchy bottoms) and pay the extra dollar for a higher thread count and pile.

            Tuesday Morning is one-stop-shopping! Be sure to check out their cookware. Westpoint has been an annual family pilgrimage for as long as I can remember**. Hit the seconds area for deeper discounts. It’s worth it and most times the flaws aren’t visible to the naked eye. I picked up our Ralph Lauren towels for 75% off.


            Dollar Tree Tableware: 1.00per piece. Skip Pottery Barn and hit Dollar Tree white dishes hard. Who knew they’d look so classy? Don’t purchased colored dinnerware…ever! Accent colors are just that; accent colors.

            They should be relegated to napkins and maybe the trim of the plates…but never the entire plate as it takes away from the food. Punches of color here and there are fine; splurge on a set of Pier One napkin rings, placemats or a table runner.

            Remember: Keep it simple. Keep it classy. And let it sparkle. Once your table/buffet is pulled together, you’ll be pleased.





            Flowering Floral Panels Vinyl Wall Art by The Sticker Hut: 8.00–42.00. This is an excellent idea for apartment and rental dwellers. These panels are guaranteed to stay in place as long as you do. They’re easy to apply and give your space an artsy touch in a pinch. They even have front door decals.

            That’s it for now. Drop us a line for more suggestions. Peace!




            *Yes, mugs of cider. Like she’d ever drink from a mug.

            **I’m gonna cry if I stay on that topic. *fans eyes* I’ll share the story with you at a later time.









            **UPDATE**

            Riunite’s Rosato: 5.99. This was my first taste and it wasn’t that bad, actually. Though it lacks the complexity of V. Sattui's Gamay Rouge, it’s a nice substitute. As the name indicates, it’s a rose moscato blend – mildly beefy and sweet. Don’t confuse with white merlot which is dry and beefy and pairs best with heavier meals. I imagine rosato would pair well with most meals and on its own.

            Tip: Pour your rose/red wines into a decanter - give it a few minutes to breathe - and no one will know what they're drinking. ;-)  

            We found another Better Homes and Gardens scented wax melt that we think you’ll like: soft cashmere amber. The fragrance is an amalgamation of Victoria Secret’s Angel and Ralph Lauren’s Romance – soft and clean. Emily purchased an entire tray.





              Nine Ways To Tell If Your Love Is Real

              So how do you know if you’re in a lasting relationship? Here’s what the experts say:

              You feel good. A good relationship makes you feel good about yourself.

              You look forward to spending time with your partner. You don’t need to be with other people or go to events to avoid being alone together. You enjoy spending quality time together even when it’s quiet.



              You respect your partner. You hear yourself bragging about your partner. You say things like: “My husband is a really talented singer-songwriter.” If you find that you’re always talking about yourself, you’re not focused on your partner or the relationship.

              You’re interested in what your partner thinks. You ask your partner’s opinion about issues that are important to you. It’s OK if he or she disagrees with you.

              You accept your partner’s quirks. Everyone has them. Even you! If your partner’s quirks are endearing or tolerable, you’re in good shape. If they really bother you, you should look more closely at the relationship.

              You’re able to work through your problems. It’s natural to have some bumps in the relationship road to true bliss. People in healthy relationships see disagreements as a chance to learn more about their partner. However, if you’re creating problems, or if you think every fight is the “big one” leading to a breakup, you should probably rethink your relationship.



              You feel safe. You’re not afraid of losing your partner.

              You can’t explain why you’re together. Many people coordinate their lives so that they have to be together. But ask yourself if you’re together because you truly want to be. If the answer is “yes,” then you’ll probably stay together. If it’s “no,” you’re bound to have problems — if you haven’t already.

              You don’t compare your partner to others. There will always be someone more beautiful, smarter or more athletic than your partner, but you don’t care because you only want to be with him or her.

              If you still don’t know whether your love will last, try this last piece of advice from Dr. Moore: Make a list of what you require from someone to be happy. If the list is met, you may have found everlasting love.


              Originally published on Discovery Fitness & Health. Everlasting Love: How do you know if it’s for real?





                Etsy Isn't My Friend

                Yesterday morning, Isaac, my nephew, ate half of my blueberry soap. Don’t worry ‘it was vegan’ as he pointed out to my neighbor, the doctor who wrenched him from the clutches of death.

                The incident left me down one bar so I headed over to Etsy, my favorite site for homemade goods, to rectify the situation.

                Bad idea! Etsy + Amex + Tracy = TROUBLE!

                I didn’t spend too much. I actually spent more replenishing the guy’s bathrooms than I did on my own. Rocky Top Soap Shop is their go-to because of their sensitive skin…manly sensitive, mind you. I have to admit, I like their products. Handcrafted by a really nice guy in Maine, the charcoal soap leaves my skin silky smooth.


                This $20 for a set of 4 'Manly Man Soap Set' is an excellent value.


                Anyway, back to my finds.

                 I stumbled upon Sunlit Soaps and their yummy Apples a la Mode soap. I'm weak---the pretty picture lured me away from my usual haunt. It looks good enough to eat, doesn’t it?








                I also picked up Sunlit Beach for me and Black Tie for the guys.



                Next I hit Inner Earth Soaps. Heads up: This is an Aussie shop so shipping and handling is expensive. I paid nearly sixty bucks for three items. They have a $10 Sampler Pack however the S&H is $18.89. See what I mean? Hopefully I’ll have excellent reviews for you.

                I ordered Pomegranate Soap and Lemon Meringue Cake. Cute huh?



                These are my purchases…have a look at the shops and keep an eye out for the reviews. Thanks to Cali, I’m hosting a give-away. Please make a note of your two favorite products. :)






                  Hiya gang,

                  Diary of a Reformed Harlot: Part Seven is now available. I decided to divide this installment into two parts because it read better.

                  I hope you enjoy! Thanks Lydia!





                  **UPDATE**
                  Daniel and I are running benchmark tests therefore this installment has been moved to the Contemporary category for the time being. Thank you. 





                    Medical Science Is Gonna Pump You Up!

                    Apparently, I live under a rock? I wasn’t aware penis inflation had reached such heights (no pun intended). I imagine this guy at the moment of truth stopping to pump himself up (again, no pun intended).

                    After the initial shock wanes, we’re left with the what, why, and how’s. A medical condition or victims of penile amputation are the obvious answers, right?
                     


                    I have seen cosmetic penis implants where the purpose was to elongate the member by (cover your ears fellas) removing the head, stitching on artificial material fashioned to the correct dimension and color, and again affixing the head.

                    Think John Bobbit with an inferiority complex.

                    The aforementioned has always resulted in an oddly shaped, Franken-wiener, but this one looks quite natural. Go medical science!! Now if they can apply such thought to curing AIDS and cancer, we’ll be all good!

                    I would've post the actual video but, let's face it, underneath the sass I'm still a prude when it comes to images of...you know...thingys on the blogroll. Weiners stay behind The Hellfire wall. Here's the video link. :)




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