The raw dawg buffalo on it

As many of you know I have a penchant for women and sex and food and family and writing for that matter, but let me stay on sex. True I am a five times a day kind of man and albeit in the past I have lost women for complaints regarding size and my indelible desire for penetration at the aforementioned frequency, there are only a few positions I admire, for they allow full entry – a must and extremely pleasurable.

It goes without speaking, the classic missionary that results in feet by the ears and toenail polish on the walls. Not to mention you can raise your partner by her hair and ask her to watch as you disappear inside of her soma. And side ways as well, I think this allows for the greatest maximum accommodation for invisibility.

But although these are great, the best to me is the reverse cow girl. It starts with the mount, where she slowly learns to accommodate her self as if getting on a horse. And as the man I am, I rise up, to please my glottis along the ripples of her spine and barely graze my finger tips down her side until I reach her hips. I wait patiently like an Anaconda in the Amazon for ambush, for when she finally glides down my length and width; I grasp her hips and hold her. Then I rotate my hips to provide the gyrations that will be required for her to enjoy the Ferris wheel in her mind in an effort to make her juices turn my manhood white and meander down my thighs like a small creek.

The advantages for me are that Penetration is quite deep and that I can control the depth, intensity and angle of penetration. I can also relax and recline and without physical strain. Not to mention she can easily stimulate her clitoris on the base of my mass. Only problem is that I cannot see her or gaze into the beauty of her eyes. But none the less.

After the caress of her structure with my hands, and lips against her back, the arch I creates allows me to grip her hips and thrust and she cant get away. Yep she can’t get away and therefore if forced to enjoy all I can provide and satiate me until my elixir is released. Yep, reverse cow girl, that’s my favorite – dang. Especially when she falls off, curls up in a fetal position, and shakes and shivers like the terminator - eyes still rolled in the back of her head and my knees shake.

Toenail polish on my wall

Now I am a freak and I am proud to proclaim such skill sets and bedroom prowess just as I do my cooking and parenting skills. In addition, I am not one to hold my tongue and have no reservation about saying exactly what I feel and mean at anytime, regardless of the company. Now yesterday I was out side of my shop lounging. It was a pretty 84 degree ATL day. The sun was out and not a semblance of a cloud was in the sky. Had a nice 2004 New Zealand Shiraz. So I’m lounging and beveraging, playing South African House Music and this car comes past and blows, I wave thinking its one of my customers. The car turns around and parks. Out of the car gets two women. And one had a dog – which was a turn on. So I show them the shop, they say all the right shit like “I like your store” and “it’s cute.” So I offer them some grape and they accept. A lil while latter another young lady drives up and joins us.

No as we continue to beverage, I notice that the sun has brought out all of their toes. As I look around, all the toes from the bubble gum pink, to the ice blue to the Sunkist orange seem to be calling my name. The conversation went a little like this:

ME: Dang, yawl got some pretty feet, look yummy.

They laugh and blush.

ME: Let me touch them so I can get a closer look

They all oblige

ME: Very rare three women at the same time, all have toes that I can imagine in my mouth.

BUBBLEGUM PINK: So you have a foot fetish?

ME: No maam, the only fetish I have is a Vaginal fetish

They laughed.

SUNKIST ORANGE: That’s not a fetish.

ME: Why not, I mean I am addicted to vagina, or should I say A-dicked.

They laughed again and I continued. “

ME: But I do like a pretty painted set of toes and believe me you, aint nothing like having one in my mouth as I arch a woman’s legs towards the sun and roto-root that azz.”

ICE BLUE: Boy you wild.

ME: I’m for real, ‘cause aint nothing like my shoulders pressed against the back part of your calf as I stroke you into submission, leaving your toe nail polish on the flat white paint of my wall above my headboard. Scared say you scared.

SUNKIST ORANGE: I aint scared

ME: All yawl scared, or else yawl would accept my invite and give me your number. I’d have all yawl polish on my wall, like the gay rainbow.

They all laughed and I poured more vino in their cups.

Strange thing is that they stayed outside with me for the next 3 or 4 hours, laughing and having fun and you guessed it – calling me wild. So They all gave me their numbers and I gave them mine. Strange thing is that they all called me that night. Go figure.

when the head of my manhood is lodged past her Adenoids

I have been asked what it is I mean when I mention or recite my penchant for throat. See I have been informed that as a man I have been blessed and albeit I enjoy licking and the temperament of a tongue sliding along the surface of my veins, I do require a bit more. I have decided to call this prerequisite throat. So before I attempt to explain, children, the frigid, the weak minded and the inhibited, please do not read any farther.

I cannot lie, there is something about a woman’s oral cavity that makes me swell and stiffen in more ways than one. Although there is nothing better than having some one gesticulate on your manhood and turn your shaft white with their elixir of contentment, the warmness of the throat will never ever be a source for comparison. I mean it is refreshing to have one gyrate their wetness intensely, and tightly, such that one can feel the crease of your hips wedged against them, stretching, opening and expanding the insides of their soma to the extent that their feet and skull becomes one.

Cause truth be told, to me, aint nothing like leaning back against the sofa and unzipping my pants; being exposed to the elements regardless of inside or outside and her reaching for the base of my shaft. Watching her deliberate motions, up and down the length of me until she feels my veins pulsating and matching her desire to lodge me beyond her Adenoids and tonsils. Her mouth against my pubic hair as I clutch the back of her head and hold it there as I stroke her throat. Maybe even blocking, constricting the passage of her larynx and air ways making her come up for air as if in the ocean.

It is my pleasure to oblige her to extend her jaw and encourage her to press her lips together around my mass. Especially if I am beveraging, wine or tequila, and inhaling, hoping she can feel my veins pulsating, before the baby batter makes her light headed. Her head against the wall. Yes, this is what call throat and I can see it now, the delight of her eyes rolling in the back of her head, and of mines looking up towards the ceiling. Bud Powell never sounded so better.

Mroe politics, history and economics starting next week – had to get that out folk.

2 bang or not 2 bang

Now I didn’t want to really want to write about this, for I didn’t know how to explain it. Not that I am lost for words (never that) but because I figure that some of my readers, being they are women, will not understand for they have never had such an experience. Since adolescence, I have noticed several things about my body as a man. I can still remember my first wet dream, which in psychology classes I came to find out was called a nocturnal emission. It was so vivid that I could actually feel slowly stroking whoever was in my dream until eruption. I also remember when I first started growing hair on my face and how once I started to shave it, would come back even faster. Last but not least, I recall when I first started to go to sleep erect and wake up the same way, with my manhood rigid, beating, and even throbbing against my navel.

Now I don’t have wet dreams any more, and I still shave or need to daily. However, Each and every day I go to sleep (unless satiated); I do so with a mass of flesh erect and beating on my navel and wake up the same way. Now that’s not a bad thing. But this morning, it was just as stiff, and the pulsation was the same, and the blood vessels were exceedingly visible. However, unlike most days, it has maintained this for most of this day. Even as I write, it is growing down my thigh. As a result, I have for much of the day, been thinking about some awful sordid acts, in particular the desire to support some delicate and lovely woman’s legs on my shoulder, and with her feat by her ears, and bang her back out – literally.

The problem is this aint me. I’m an old school cat and prefer to apply long and slow and impliable strokes such to feel and ascertain each and every emotion the face can display, the heart can beat, the voice can utter through whisper, moan and/or grunt. Although I don’t think it is anything wrong with the occasional drilling or splitting, I do admit that the gradual and unhurried elongated caress of me inside of my partner is better than the latter. But today, if I were to be accosted sexually by a vixen of confounded appetite, for the record she would take a loss and have to take one for the team today.

Maybe it was because I went to sleep last night at 9:30, or all the fried pork chops I have been consuming in concert with Lima, beans, stir fried squash with hot banana peppers and rice; or maybe even the tequila, or the fact it is getting colder and it was raining this morning. So no rumination today just a query, and nope I don’t take no Viagra or none of that shit, cause black men already got heart problems. Like I said just a query, is there wrong with banging your partners back out every now and then?

gimme 10

I will free your mind today.
thought amnesty. u dont have to think - let me entertain u

Point of order: Don’t sleep, got that hot poke chop grease coming on deck next. “is u a bich or what” and “character, integrity and content”. Not to mention intro to Mephisian 101.

But today, I figured I’ll give yawl brain cells a rest, since my tractates bore a many folk and since I tend to not talk to much about dumb shit – albeit, politic is some of the dumbest shit I have ever ran my mind across.

So today. I decided to regress, and give yawl the ten most memorable places jones done done it at. I still wanna hit a beach, and an elevator. But This memory is for you, and yawl can use it as a tag for the tag minded, just give me props and I am invoking the anti tag rule, if u make the tag, u cant tag folk here never ever, forever never. And in no particular order, here goes.

1] In the middle aisle in the Coach section of an Air Ethiopia flight from the states to Addis. Specifically the Rome to Addis leg. It was right after 911, and the air bus seated 424 but only 17 on board cause folks were afraid to fly. They cut the lights off and make it night, real amenable to being rode.

2] on the hood of my old 74 cutlass supreme. In the rain, hood still hot. Torque achieved against the windshield is the bomb. See last pages of chapter 6 in A Matter of Attention for detail.

3] Fire escape in the snow in Chicago. True was a rushed job but a memory non the less.

4] Back of my pick up truck under a full moon in my front yard.

5] Memorable only cause I got caught by my folk Aunt, behind the sofa in her Aunt’s front room. And memorable because she just married a comedian with initials SH.

6] In my office during the day at a prestigious university I used to teach and do research at.

7] On a jungle Jim, in a park, way after midnight and Vat 69. Right above the slide. See pictures for both.

8] In a dorm room at the University of Calabar in Nigeria. Just classic, next day took a cigar boat to Cameroon.

9] Truck stop. They took turns, again throat. First rest area in Mississippi coming from ATL. Gratuitous it was.

10] Driving through a car was, just throat though. I think the suds turned me on. Didn’t gush though.

Now u aint have to think, hope u enjoyed and laughed. Wanted to do MARTA (moving Africans rapidly through Atlanta) but last folk said she made a promise to god not to have sex until marriage after a child. Soo if u feel folk here ask yo folk to give you 10.

addendun: y my daughter be trying to take her teeth out her mouth LMBAO. also made ribs, spinnach and sauted carrots tonight - potatoe bread came from store

basic thrust equation

Yo don’t tell anybody, but folk back in the classroom teaching Statistics at CAU. Albeit I am suspended with pay I am a scientist and a teacher and miss the chalkboard. Any who, given my penchant for thought crimes, I decided to make sure my bran cells still functioned given their propensity for being saturated with tequila and additional cyclic alcohols.

Although my PhD is in counseling psychology, if I had to do it al over again, I would likely select either particle physics or solid-state physics. With that said, as a person, as a man, u know horesman love him some sex. I mean, if I had my way and a steady partner, five times a day of me bending my manhood at the base of my partners spine, or the back of her throat would be more than amenable for me. Some may say this is excessive, but I have Sir Isaac Newton (Notice how he looks like Alexander Pope Below)to back me up on this.

Based on Newton's third law of motion, I feel that sex, and the attraction for having sex is like a force - a push or a pull upon an object, which results from its interaction with another object. I mean the desire for having sex is the result of such interactions. Regardless of that force being words smoothly uttered in the ear of a companion or the grinding of ones stiffness on a fat ass ass, some forces result from contact interactions (frictional, tensional, and applied forces are examples of contact forces) and other forces are the result of action-at-a-distance interactions (gravitational, eye contact, telephone call, tect message, a smell or magnetic forces).

When I am aroused, such forces activate my senses to seek satisfaction from another object, namely females. According to Newton, whenever objects A and B interact with each other, they exert forces upon each other. R Kelly would call this a bump and grind, but not me; it is much, much more.

When you sit a woman in your lap when in a chair, and she straddles you I a frontward position, my body exerts an upward force, or thrust inside of her such to....well we wont go there. None the less, there are two forces in this case (excluding gravity) resulting from this interaction - a force on the chair and a force on each person’s body. These two forces are called action and reaction forces and are the subject of Newton's third law of motion. Formally stated, Newton's third law which states that for or every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.

The statement means that in every interaction, there is a pair of forces acting on the two interacting objects. According to Newton, size does mater because the size of the forces on the first object equals the size of the force on the second object. Such may result in the rolling of ones eyes in the back of their head, grunts and groans from the oral cavity and even of the scrotum slappin' incessantly against the posterior, given the right position.


This is to say, as Newton’s 3rd law postulates, for every action, there is an equal (in size) and opposite (in direction) reaction. Meaning that forces always occur in pairs. If object A exerts a force F on object B, then object B exerts an equal and opposite force –F on object A. Add to that, Newton's 3rd law always involves more than one object (one partner or multiple).

Although rational physics tends to suggest these laws via the concepts of mass and force (Newton actually formulated the second law in terms of momentum, not acceleration). Id prefer to look at the simple example of P**** and D***. Newton's Third Law Consider the motion of your body when you are firmly inserted in your partner when her feet are firmly held with your hands by her ears.

I say this just to inform the layman that to me, saying that "For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction” is a basic thrust equation, but I must admit, that thrusting in a female orifice, is much more that simple physics (Pangloss in Voltaire’s Candide described sex as Physics-LOL).

Yum yum eatum up

Now I consider myself to be a connoisseur of fine delectables and confections. I have eaten some things that many may have not even considered edible. I would mention for example, Crocodile, Chimpanzee and Bush baby (to this day I do not what genius or species this rodent resides in), but I do not wish to offend the delicate palate of my reading audience. However, there is one thing that all men must seek nourishment from to remain vibrant and high-post.

Yum Yum eattum up is what I call this elixiar. It can only be obtained from one source and she is usually finer than a motherfucker. I would hope all men accepted and understood this phenomenon as I anticipate and expect all women to desire the scrumpshush utility of a good fat and long country sausage on the tongue, or better yet – in the mouth.

There is no special fork or special spoon to devoour this savory dish. On the contrary, one must suppurate it s nectar in a gentle manner. This is important since the more it is stimulated, the more nectar and nourishment revealed. Even sound effect such as a gentle and incessant hum will work wonders.

I don’t get the chance to eat yum yum eattum up often, but I wish I could. It will always in these eyes be in the company of ribs, fried fish and neck bones.

Leg Blocking

As a man, there are just two things I expect from a woman I am involved with. The first is that they place me equal to or above me in their lives and be willing to do anything for me as I would for them and most importantly, not to leg block. Cooking, well I’d like a meal a few days a week, but I can cook for myself and have yet to find a woman suitable to match my skill set in the kitchen.

For those who do not know, leg blocking is a famous wrestling technique some women master and use during the process of intercourse. This technique when used properly is as infamous as the Boston Crab, the figure-Four leg lock and the DDT all combined. I suspect its purpose is to prevent maximum penis implantation. My question is why would any women not be amenable to the reception of fat long stiffness? My answer is that only a supreme being would know? I mean am I wrong for expecting my compainion to meet and greet me to the fullest extent of her physical prowess. There is always i pillow or something near I figure that one can bite on if such is too bad to bare. But then again i was taught it was pleasing pain by some former associates of mine.

I mean isn’t it a blessing to have one‘s spine messaged from inside of their body, especially if one has the capacity to reach it. Is it a feeling of satisfaction to feel the external appendage contained in that protective sac of your mate smacking that thang? So why squeeze the thighs or please your feet between mine as if they are wedges? These are just a few personal queries for the purpose of education and maybe some entertainment purposes only. But enquiring minds would really like to know.