Sexkitten

AWAY

I'm away with Kenny and the boys visiting my dad. We are on one of my favorite Caribbean Island. The boys are having a blast. And Kenny...lol...

Fun, fun, times.

I'll update upon my return.

WILL & PRIDE

I closed the door behind me and went back to Kenny. “He stopped by,” I said. “I didn’t invite him over,“

“You don’t have to explain,” he said.

I stare at him for a moment.

“How is it that you walk in here and finds my ex sitting on my couch, drinking your wine, and you don’t want an explanation?”

“I know that you didn’t invite him over. You would’ve told me. The roses,“ he said gesturing at the bunch of red and white and yellow roses that I’d placed in a crystal vase. “Did he used to bring you roses to make up?”

“Yes,” I said climbing onto his lap.

“You’re not even a little bit jealous?” I asked.

“A little. But only at the thought of him once having you. I have no doubt that you’re mine now,“ He said unbuttoning the red blouse that I was wearing. He kisses me.

“You know Kitten,” he said. “Nick is off somewhere hurting. One of the lowest point in a man’s life comes when he realizes that he has forever lost the woman he loves. You broke a man’s heart today. How do you feel about that?”

I thought about the look on Nick’s face before I closed the door…clarity and pain and perhaps acceptance. I thought about his first step away from me. And I remembered how heavily mine had been. How hard I tried not to stumble. How raw my heart felt. How I counted each step until I reached my car. I remembered the tears as soon as I closed the door. The beating of my heart. I remember letting go of the love and hope that I’d held onto for a very long time. And how alone I felt in my heartbreak. I knew that I would and could move on but that’s all I knew. How and when was a mystery.

There is no joy in walking away from love. Sometimes, oftentimes the only thing that holds us upright is will and pride. Some of us throw will and pride to the wind and surrender all that we are.

I know only will and pride.

“I feel bad for him,” I said. I feel sad,"

Kenny was trying to take off my jeans. He seemed hungry to take me. Perhaps we were thinking the same thing…

We can’t love enough. We cannot have too much. His cock can never penetrate me often enough. He cannot fill me with cum too many times. He cannot wait to have me. He cannot wait…time moves swiftly and the tide changes. My season with Nick has passed. His has come. He spread my legs and buries deep inside me. His thrust takes my breath away. I lift my pelvis to meet his thrusts and moans.

FLOWERS & A SMILE

Kenny stopped by to find Nick sitting on my couch. I didn’t invite him over. I didn’t know that he was coming. I answered a knock on my door and he was standing there with flowers and a smile and a look I know very well.

I stare at him for a moment…feeling sorry for him. The door back into my life is completely closed and I’ve been clear, but I don’t think that he believes it.

“You should’ve called,“ I said.

“I was in the area,” he said. I didn’t believe him. From the looks of him, he was either on his way to the airport or coming back from somewhere. I could see his suitcase in the backseat of his car.

I offered him a glass of wine from the bottle that Kenny and I had opened the previous night. Nick is a wine connoisseur. “This wine is magnificent. Where did you get it?” He asked getting up to read the label on the bottle.

“It’s Kenny’s,” I said. “He appreciates good wine,”

“Who is Kenny?” he asked. His expression growing dark…a look I know very well. It’s the look I used to get every time he accused me of cheating on him. And he knows of Kenny. I told him about him. He knows that Kenny and I have a relationship that withstands the test of time. He knows that we have a friendship that he and I even at best times could not create. He knows that Kenny makes me laugh. That I run to him for comfort. That he’s been a constant in my life for many, many years. He also knows that Kenny loves me. It’s that knowing that used to send him into a rage whenever Kenny would call me.

“Your friend Kenny?” he asked. “Are you fucking him?”

“As a matter of fact, I am,” I said. “And he’s going to be here shortly, so you need to leave,”

“I knew that something was going on between the two of you. I was such a fool. And to think I came over here to get back with you,”

“You are a fool,” I said. “Nick, I’ve moved on. Haven’t I made that clear?”

He stares at me and in that moment, I couldn’t remember what I loved about him. I loved him back then. I fought for him back then. And now, I didn’t care.

He sat back down, I’m sure to finish the glass of wine.

Few minutes later, Kenny showed up.

The thing about Kenny…no matter the situation, he has a way of fitting into it. He greeted Nick as if they’ve been friends their whole lives.

I introduced them telling Kenny that Nick loves the wine. And for a few minutes they discussed wine and traveling and politics. They finished the bottle of wine and I walked Nick to the door.

He stood on my doorstep. He paused. He looked at me. And it was all there on his face. The words that he can no longer say. The time lost…lost in the embers of neglect. The love, my love that I’ve given away to another man.

He stares at me…and I felt once again sorry for him…

Nick will go home to a big beautiful house. But it’s not a home.

He will take one trip after another and another. He will meet strangers on his travels. He will wine and dine with them. But he doesn’t form any lasting relationships. I didn’t realize how lonely Nick’s life must be.

He has expensive things, but they don’t love him back.

I loved him back.

Perhaps that something he’s come to realize.

I loved him back.

And as he stands in my doorway looking at me, I know he could see it in my face that I don’t love him anymore.

PERFECT

I've been working a lot and traveling more than usual. It's been a hectic few weeks and I haven't had a lot of time to write or read some of my favorite bloggers.

My life right now is perfect. I wouldn’t change anything.

My boys are doing well. T has come to his senses. He‘s a straight “A” student and C is simply adorable.

Kenny and I are doing fantastic. He knows me. It’s amazing, being with someone who knows you. I’m free to be and do anything and Kenny cheers me on. It’s nice to have someone is my corner. I’ve felt alone for a very, very long time. And I'm fine with being alone. It has it's own rewards. But having someone who at the end of the day greets me with love and hugs and kisses and showers me with adoration...it's magical.

I came across this video today and would like to share it with you. It touched me deeply. It broke my heart. I cried.

Love…there is no greater force than love.

Happy Anniversary

I came home to flowers. And a gift card to my favorite spa and a note that made with cry.

"Kitten, I know that you like poems. I can‘t write poems. But I can tell you this...

Your lips are the sweetest I’ve ever kissed…
They taste like strawberries dipped in chocolate.

Your skin is the softest I’ve ever touched...
You feel like you’re wrapped in silk.

Your smile melts my heart,
Every time.

Your eyes tells me that I haven’t scratched the surface of who you are…
And that excites me…I have the rest of my life to discover all of your many facets. I hope I live a long, long time.

Happy Anniversary, baby

What Anniversary is he talking about? I wondered.

The next page answered my question.

“You’re wondering what anniversary I’m referring to…

It was a warm evening, just like today. You were wearing jeans with a pale blue backless blouse that few people I know could pull off. Your hair was held in a bun at the nape of your neck. You were out with three women. I watched you all night. You caught me watching and held my gaze for the longest time. There was a half smile on your face…as if you knew what I was thinking.

I met you today seven years ago. We’re going out tonight,”

I couldn’t believe that he remembered.

I was out with three of my sisters who were visiting. Nia told me that there was a hunk behind me in a white shirt who couldn’t take his eyes off me.

I turned around. And saw him. He was with a group of people, but he wasn’t paying attention. I stared at him...and for a brief, brief moment our eyes locked. Nia was saying something and touched my arm. And I turned back to my sisters. But I could still feel him watching me.

He fell in step with me as I was walking to my car that night. And introduced himself.

He handed me his business card. “I would like to take you out. I would like to know more about you,” He said.

“Why?“ I asked.

“Chemistry,“ he said.

“I‘m not interested,” I said.

“You have my card. If you become interested, I’d love to hear from you,” He said.

Few weeks later I was rummaging through my purse for something and found his card.

I called him.

And from that. Here we are.

LIFE & DEATH

I'm out of town on a business trip. I'm thousands of miles away from Kenny and my boys. And yes... I could be hanging out with the group of people at this conference. But I'm not. I'm not socially inept, far from it. I was out last night, and I must say I'm tired of dealing with man after man trying to get into my panties. I'm tired of avoiding the woman who ate something at lunch that she should not have eaten and had spent all day farting right behind me.

I'm tired of telling the lesbian who keeps showing up at my room in negligee that I'm not interested.

And I got tired of people trying to get me drunk.

So, I'm in my room hiding from the madness. I love traveling, but I'm not a road warrior. I can't live in hotel rooms. I don't know how Nick got used to this way of life.

I miss the boys and I miss Kenny especially tonight as I sit here watching the coverage of Michael Jackson's death.

Life is fleeting. We cannot hold on to it. We can only live it. Live it hard, live it fully. At this conference coincidentally, I've been hammered with that message for the past two days. Life and death.

And I want to go home and see my boys. Life has it's own agenda. I know that.

KENNY & THE BOYS

I received a rather interesting email today...

A long time reader had an interesting and valid question.

"From your last post, it's clear that you and Kenny are spending time with your boys. How can you expose them to him when you won't even commit to him? What if things don't work? Wouldn't that be terrible for the boys?"

That's a great question. I don't believe in bringing men around my boys with whom I won't commit. However, this situation is different...

Kenny met the boys years ago. In fact, on several occasions, when I was left stranded and desperately needed a sitter, He baby sat for me. There were times over the years when I showed up to his place with them, and I let them loose in his backyard oasis. We have spent many summers barbecuing. We've even gone to the movies together. He is not a stranger to them.

Kenny and I spend time with them, but he never stays over when they're around. And I am very much committed to him. Just because I don't want to get married and have his babies right now doesn't mean that I'm not committed to him.

What if things don't work? That's the magic question, isn't it?

If I'm going to take that question into consideration, it's only fair that I balance it out. What if we work?

I can't live my life in fear of what if's . And as much as I would like to protect my boys from ever being disappointed, I can't do that either. Life is going to happen. I want my boys to see me in love. I want them to witness how beautiful Kenny treats me. And I hope that they grow into men who treat their women with love and tenderness and respect. .

I want them to understand that love is a beautiful thing even though relationships don't always work out.

HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS

For the longest time, I lived in denial of being a flight risk in a lot of my relationships.

I denied that I was deliberately sabatoging them. I denied being a difficult woman to deal with.

I denied.

I stopped denying when I met Nick. That's why I held on long after I should've let go. I was on a mission to prove to myself that I was capable. That I could be understanding and tolerant and supportive of things that I would never understand and tolerate and support. I can say definitively that wearing the face of someone I didn't like was fucking misery. I will never do that shit again.

Yes. I believe that I am capable of being in a long term relationship. I am going to have to fight my demons to make sure that I don't screw up. But I can do it.

I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him on the cheek. "I love you," I said. "I love you deep and hard,"

He looked at me as did the boys. C wanted to be clear. "Do you love me more than you love him?"

"Yes," I said.

"And you love T more than you love him too?"

"Yes," I said.

"She loves us more than she loves you," he said to Kenny.

Kenny laughed. "Of course she loves you more,"

C giggled and went back to demanding his attention.

"Kitten, I love the way you declare your love for me. Do you need to talk about something?" He asked that night when we were in bed.

I stare at him for a moment. "I was looking at you and the boys and it dawned on me that I have everything I have ever wanted. And then I got scared. Kenny, you know me better than anyone. You know how flighty I am. Don't you worry about me sometimes?"

"No," he said. "You're not the same woman I met six years ago. Sometimes I can't get over how much you've changed. You were a little nutty, you know,"

"And you still loved me?"

"Yes. It's one of those things, I can't explain," he said. "Don't worry about running away. You've been trying to run away for six years and look where you are,"

I was laying on top of him. Naked.

He rolls over on top of me. "Look where you are," he said again.

RESTLESS

Today is C’s birthday. He’s seven. We had a birthday party for him.

I had an interesting moment…

I was watching Kenny teach C how to play the guitar he bought him. I was watching how happy C looks listening and watching Kenny’s every move. T was playing on the computer beside them.

I stare at them for a moment thinking Wow. It took me a long, long time to get here.

I'm here.

Now what?

Kenny feels me watching them. He looks over and smile.

I smile back. But what Kenny doesn't know is that I am fearful. You see, I know who I am. There’s a restlessness about me that I cannot tame. That’s what is keeping me from saying ok, let's have that baby. That's what's keeping me from considering marriage. I'm flighty. I've always been. I get restless and I run.

I love him...passionately. But I have yet to tame my restlessness.

I breathe a silent prayer, Dear God, please don't let me fuck this up.

A WOMAN KNOWS...

“You’d be perfect,” he said, “if you didn’t shave your legs. I like my women with hair on their legs,”

I stare at the fool circling me, looking me up and down as if I were fresh meat. I ignored him. He wasn’t bad looking, but if I were a single woman and this guy approach me like this, he wouldn’t have a chance in hell.

“Are you married?” he asked.

“Yes,“ I said.

Where’s your ring?”

“Never mind. I’m married. My husband is getting the car,”

He stares at me for a moment. I thought that he was going to get lost. Instead, he bent down and dare to run the tip of his fingers along my legs.

I draw the line at strange men who I don’t know touching me.

“Don’t touch me,” I snapped kicking him away from me. “What makes you think that you can touch me?” I demanded.

“Settle down, woman, I just wanted to know what your legs feel like,”

“Did I tell you that you can touch me? Did I?”

He stares at me for a moment seeming shocked by my response.

“So this is how you treat a man who shows interest in you? That‘s what‘s wrong with you women. You‘re full of yourselves. You’re all crazy bitches,” he said.

This man, I realized was nuts.

It was raining and Kenny was getting the car. He pulled up and came out of the car holding an umbrella, and to open the door for me.

He always open doors for me.

As he near on me, the man once again fell to his knees and touch my legs, this time lifting my skirt. I felt his hands on my thighs and was ready to stomp him into the ground with my stiletto heels. But the umbrella was on the ground and Kenny had the man by his throat.

Kenny is calm almost all of the time. He doesn’t let things bother him. If there’s a heated situation, he usually wants to talk things out. I’m the hot head. But in that moment…there was no calmness about him. None. The look in his eyes, the quickness with which he moved, I couldn’t take my eyes off him. I was seeing a part of Kenny I have never seen.

The man held his hands up was saying “I’m sorry. I’m sorry,”

I’m not helpless. I can fight my own battles, but the fierceness of Kenny as he stepped in to protect me gave me a thrill like no other.

When he let go of the man. He grabbed me and hugged me for the longest time.

I can tell you this…a woman knows when she’s loved by a man.

THE REBOUND GUY

I sat on the chair in Ryan’s hotel room staring at him. He was sprawled on the bed, thrusting his thick, throbbing cock at me.

“Come and get it,” he said. He was going to be my rebound guy less than a month after I last fucked Kyle.

I’ve known Ryan for a few months. Started flirting back with him when my relationship with Kyle was careening towards an unstoppable end.

Ryan was attending a conference in the city. And I’d felt courageous enough to meet him for dinner and was open to anything there after. I treated myself to a Brazilian wax. Went to the spa and had a mud bath and my skin felt like silk. I was pretty as a peach and fuckable as sin and thought that I was ready to take a new lover. But once in his room, I lost my courage. I've had rebound sex once or twice. It was never worth it. The relationships often fade away when I disappear without explanation, or they ended bitterly because I went into them emotionally corrupt to begin with.

Ryan lay naked and yummy. His cock looks delightful and I want to suck it. I wanted to prove to myself that I have moved on. But I couldn’t get out of the green chair.

“Come over here and let me eat your pussy,” he said.

I hesitated…for a moment. But the thought of him on his knees before me…I didn’t want to resist.

“Come over here,” I said, opening my legs and pulling aside the pink thong. I was dripping wet.

Ryan hopped off the bed and was on his knees before me in seconds. His lips are thick and they wrapped around my pussy hungrily. I moan and thrust myself at him, staring at him devouring my cunt, fucked by another man less than one month ago.

The thought excited me and also shook me. Excited me enough to lose myself in the expertise of his lips and erupt all over his face. But shook me enough to know that I was not ready to give myself to him. I didn’t love or want Kyle back. But he was still in my head. His scent. Touch, taste was still with me. I needed time. My mind needed time. My body, my heart, needed time to recover and heal. I was still stained with the old.

Ryan tried everything he could to get me into bed. And I acted shamefully, giving just enough, responding just enough, teasing just enough and never giving in.

“What the fuck, Kitten? My cock’s been hard for too long. It’s hurting. Why am I working so hard for your pussy? Are you even going to let me fuck you, or are you just a tease?” He said clearly frustrated.

“I’m not going to fuck you,” I said. “I thought that I was, but I’m not,”

He stares at me. “That is just wrong,” he said. “Can I at least get a blow job? My cock is hurting,”

“No,” I said.

I’ve had many, many periods in my life when I discover that things I used to do, I could no longer. That day marked the end of my rebound days. That day, I learned that I could not start something new still stained with old feelings for someone else. I could not give myself with reservation. (No one should) I could not surrender when I’m not free. I could not be the lover I am when I’m uncertain. I could not enjoy sex when I’m not completely present in the act. I could not. And I've never been one to force myself to do anything. It is, or it isn't.

I picked up my purse and walked out.

Ryan and I kept in touch for a while. And in the process, I realized that I didn’t even like him. One day I stopped taking his calls.

FAITH

Faith's mother died of cancer when she was nine and left her to be raised by her grandmother. Grandma Ruby cashed out the $500, 000 dollar insurance policy her mother left her and gave her to a child abuser when she was ten. By age 12 she had her first baby, by fourteen, her second, sixteen her third. He turned her into a whore. Abused her. Told her that she would never be anything.

I met her years ago, when she was placed on my team. She fascinated me. She tried very hard to be good in a business that she had no business in. She wasn’t aggressive or tough enough. She fell apart every time someone told her no. She didn’t know how to ask for a sale. Everything drove her to tears. Everything. And in our business you needed a backbone.

I asked her one day, “Why do you want to get into this business?”

“To make money,” she said. I knew she wouldn’t last but I trained her anyway. I taught her everything I know. And got to know her quite well. Her story broke my heart. This woman has every reason to be hateful and bitter but is one of the sweetest person I know.

Over a delicious plate of Salvadorian food today, she revealed to me that when she met me, she hated me…with a passion.

I was shocked.

“Why?“ I asked.

“I thought that you were full of yourself. You are aggressive, and confident, and so good at what you do, it made me sick. And I’ve never seen you cry. I wanted to see you cry. When I was assigned to your team, I wanted to quit,“ she said.

I stare at her.

“What?“

She laughed. “But I was wrong about you. You were the one who took interest in me and helped me. And the more I got to know you, the worse I feel about judging you. You are not evil and stuck up. And you’re not a bitch.”

“I can’t believe you, you little wench,” I said.

We were both laughing.

“Well I like you very much,” I said. “You inspire me. I think that you are an incredible woman. And I have no doubt that you are going to do well in life. You’ve become one of my favorite person,”

And because that’s who she is and she cannot help herself, she couldn’t stop crying.

THE GOOD WOMAN

“Kitten, when did you know it was over between us?“ Nick asked.

I haven’t seen him since the last time I cursed him out.

He called to have lunch. I made it clear that I was involve with Kenny and would not be interested in getting back together, so if that’s what he wanted to meet about he could forget it. He said he wanted to have lunch and catch up. He wants to remain friends.

Kenny didn’t mind so I met up with him.

People can make us love them and they can make us not love them. Nick made me fall in love him. And he made me fall out of love him.

He made me love him when he treated me a like the amazing woman that I am. He put time into our relationship. When he made travel plans, he factored in time to spend with me. He weathered rain and snow-storms to see me. He called when he said he would. I knew my place in his life. I came before his friends and before golf. There was a time when I had no doubt that he loved me.

And then he made me fall out of love with him. There came a point when I didn’t see him because it was raining or snowing and he didn‘t feel like driving. He stopped factoring me into his travel plans. He didn’t call when he said he would. Where before I had no doubt that he loved me, now I found myself wondering does he even love me?

The defining moment happened one evening when I was waiting on Nick to come home and I didn’t know what I was waiting for. I put all the pieces together and all I came up with was neglect. And limbo is not a place I like to hang out.

He came home and I fucked him, kissed him, sucked his cock. Yes, I did all the things I normally do, but the disconnection had began.

And so to his question, “When did you know it was over between us?“

I had a ready answer. “I decided to leave you when I found myself in limbo wondering if you even loved me,” I said. “The question was also my answer,”

He stares at me.

“I had no idea you were planning to leave me. You were still fucking me,”

“And you thought it was ok to keep taking me for granted. You were wrong,” I said.

He chuckled. “For the record, I know that I’ve lost a good woman,”

“There are more good women out there,” I said, hoping that he learned something. The lesson I learned a long time ago is never to take the people we love for granted. Never. We will lose them.

I’m not just Kenny’s pussy. I am his greatest supporter. His confidant, friend. I listen and I pay attention because I know how costly it can be not to…

I can’t regret the life I had with Nick. We fell apart. That’s all.

And it’s hard to regret anything when I get to go home to Kenny.

DADDY'S LITTLE GIRL

I have the biggest urge to hang out with daddy. I called him today and planned a long weekend in the tropics. Mother is traveling and will not be able to join us.

He’s seventy one, and healthy but I know the day will come. I’m quite certain that it will be one of the saddest days of my life.

I am daddy’s little girl. We are going to play chess. Daddy taught me to see the world through new lenses playing chess. He taught me to think fast and stretch my imagination. That the answers I’m looking for are often right before my eyes. He proves this to me time and time again. I never see checkmate until he calls it. That's because he says I'm looking but I'm not seeing.

It’s quite possible that I learned to love men the way I do because of him. That I learned to love because of him. It’s not hard to love when someone’s heart is left wide open for you to walk in and take a seat. He understood me long before anyone else ever did. Where mother was confused most of the time and didn‘t know what to do with me, he had clarity and a smile.

He tells me often that I amused him beyond measure.

I’m taking the boys. He wants to spend more time with them. And when I told him that I have a man I’m planning to keep, he laughed.

“I don‘t believe it,” he said. “I must meet this man.”

I have no doubt that he and Kenny will get along.

I'm not sure what daddy suspects about my private life, but from the volume of men he's had to chase away over the years, I'm sure he suspects something. "Honey," he asked me one day, "What kind of spell do you put on these men?"

I flashed him the most innocent look, "I don't know daddy,"

I didn't figure it out until many years later.

“Kitten,” he said on the phone. “You sound different. You sound…calm. Are you happy, Baby girl?”

“Yes, daddy. I am,”

I AM SMILING

Yesterday I got dressed in a flirty red dress and heads into the city. It is a windy warm day and the wind plays with my dress, tosses it gently about my legs, lifts it teasingly, enough to make me gasp and bundles it around me. Enough to make me blush and look about shyly to see who has caught a peek at my butt cheeks. Beneath I wore a single strand white thong. My tone legs are inviting and smooth and sensual in high heels.

I am smiling.

Kenny told me that I couldn’t leave the house in that dress without giving him pussy. And my body though no one could tell is perfumed with his scent. My cunt is sore. He has filled me twice before I escaped. My mouth still carries the taste of him. I walked out flushed and exhausted.

You have a phenomenal pussy, Kitten. He told me after he mounted me for the third time. “I can’t stop fucking you,“

“Well, I have things to do. We can’t fuck all day,” I said.

He didn’t quite know what to say to me saying such a thing. He looks at me as if to say what the fuck are you talking about?

I got up to leave and he tackles me and takes me from behind and have his way with me.

Yes, I am smiling.

Smiling at the thought of being ravaged by him. At the thought of licking his cock wet with pussy nectar, at the sounds of our bodies colliding, the lust in me that I cannot escape, his thrusts…each one takes my breath away.

I am smiling

At the memory of being on my knees in total surrender. On my back, open, and giving, watching his thick cock disappear inside the wet, warm, tight, silken haven of my Brazilian wax pussy, only to appear again shining magnificently with my lust.

I am smiling.

To be wanted like that…to have a man who cannot keep his hands off me… to have a pussy always sore from cock, my tits ache from nibbles, my body tingling from sexual exploration. To be loved like that…is fucking amazing.

And I am smiling. And enjoying and wallowing in this wonder that is passion.

There is no shame in sex. None.

To the woman who emailed wanting to know if I’ve been abused, as a child. Because it appears I have no shame and sex is all I seem to think about. And it‘s unfortunate the way I exploit myself,“

I have never been abused. I am not broken. I just love sex. Why do some people think something is wrong with me because I enjoy sex? I’ve had the most wonderful childhood. I am fortunate to be surrounded by people who loves me so much they will give their lives for me. My parents are open and accepting and expressive. I grew up in a loving home. I could not have dreamed of a better childhood.

I have no shame. I have pride. And confidence and courage to look honestly at myself and accept who I am despite what anyone think. The only opinion of me that truly matters is the opinon I have of myself. And of that I have the greatest respect and admiration. I’ve made plenty of bad choices, but I’m not a shame of any of them, and I would not take them back for anything. I have grown tremendously from my mistakes.

Sex is not all I think about. But I think about it A LOT and I have it plenty. I can do it all day long. That’s how much I love it. And I’m not going to stop writing about it. I’ve been blogging since 2004. Most of my articles are sex related. I’ve posted over 700 articles on this site. I’ve received countless emails like yours, I've been kicked off one website because of all the complaints, I have religous people reaching out, wanting to save me from my carnal desires. And still I write, the way I want to write, what I want to write.

Honey, I hate to tell you this, but I’m not going to stop expressing myself this way. I hope that you can find peace with my answers. You have no choice. It is what it is.