OC Anal

After a long week at work, I got home on a Friday, ready to call it a night when I got an email. It was from a couple who were looking for a play partner in Orange County. They had gotten my number from a guy i had met at an adult party in Southern California. We had tagged teamed a woman and afterwards he had taken my number and said he would hook me up with a gang bang crew.

I called the number and was given instructions to meet at a hotel in Orange County. So, I jumped in my car and drove about 45 minutes into OC. The hotel turned out to be a pretty seedy joint. I parked my car and I walked through the parking lot looking for the couple. The joint looked pretty dodgy judging by some of the people who were hanging out, and I almost turned back. Eventually, I found the room which was on the second floor of the hotel.

I knocked on the door and was soon let into the room. When I walked in I was welcomed by the man. He was a tall, thin Latino dude with a moustache. To my surprise, his wife was already naked. She was white, middle aged with auburn hair and a decent body, which was good. In the swing scene it is not uncommon to meet a lot of overweight women, but this woman had a good body, small breasts and wide hips with a little tummy brought on by middle age.

Ever the gentleman, I introduced myself to them. I excused myself to take a shower and clean up. When I came out the wife had changed into a lacy blue bra and panty set. By then I stripped down to my boxers. I left my clothes on a chair by the side of the bed and sat down beside the wife. I suggested that we kiss and she kissed me passionately. I cupped the back of head and laid her body on the bed, Soon her bra and panties were shed and I doffed my shorts. Her nipples were hard as she lay her back on the bed.

She oiled up her hand up with lube and grasped by thick, black cock. I groaned as she stroked it back and forth and got it hard. While she was getting my dick hard, she reached down and played with her neatly-trimmed pussy. I joined her by reaching down and touching her vagina until I could feel her get moist. I reached down and sucked her rose-colored nipples until they got hard, then I traced my tongue down her stomach and kissed her belly button, she cooed in appreciation.

After a several minutes of heavy petting, I decided to mount her, I slipped a condom on and eased my dick into her dripping vagina. I grunted as I glided into her wet lady parts, she sighed in appreciation as I eased my thick cock into her. I straddled her and flung her legs over my shoulders so I could penetrate her deeply. I soon got into a steady rhythm of deep strokes, thrusting into her wet pussy. She squealed and threw her head back as I continued to fuck her steadily. She looked over her shoulder as her husband watched on in appreciation. 

This continued for another 10 minutes of me thrusting into her dripping pussy with me working up quite a sweat. As this went on, I noticed her moans getting louder and louder until I could tell that she was close to cumming. Finally, she arched her back, dug her fingers into my back and came with her face making a silent scream. I soon felt a build up in my groin and nutted into the condom. Afterwards, I took of the condom, handed it to her and watched as she poured the cum onto her nipple. Her husband stepped forward and snapped a pic for their memory books.

We took a break and dried off. Then her husband decided to get involved. He stripped off his clothes and took her from behind. While he was fucking her doggy style, I moved around and fed her my dick. We went at that for another 10 minutes before she sucked me dry and I came in her mouth. Her husband also came in her pussy from behind. Then I casually asked if she did anal and she agreed. This is surprising, because most women I have met say I am too big to do anal.

Not needing to be asked twice, I got a bottle of lube and greased up my cock. I also applied some lube to her ass. When she was nice and wet, I began to slide my dick slowly into her ass. I asked if it hurt, but she said she was fine so I continue to fuck away. It felt nice and tight in her asshole and I soon built up a steady rhythm until I came in her ass. I pulled out of her tight ass with a plop then I stepped into the shower to clean up.

When I got out, we decided to try something really kinky. She wanted to do a DP. She climbed on top of her husband, reverse cowgirl style, and he entered her ass, while I moved forward and entered her vagina. We rocked back and forth like that for a while, but to be honest it was a difficult balancing act and we soon gave up.

We changed positions again and I lay on my back while she mounted me. She climbed on top of me and was soon rocking on my cock while she smiled to her husband. It was a great position to view her body and watch her nipples stiffen and she was ravaged by multiple orgasms. When she was finished she climbed off me and we chilled for a bit.

Then I decided it was time for me to go and I bid them adieu. I had their number, but I ended up losing it and not staying in touch with them. Oh, well. Good memories. She was one of the few women that did anal.

Beauty is temporary, crazy is forever.

This is an old article republished.

Why Do Cute Girls Have The Most Emotional Problems?

By Black Adonis

Have you ever seen the Chris Rock film "I think Love My Wife?" The movie bombed at the box office, but after watching it on cable recently I have discovered that the film is actually a brilliant insight into the battle of the sexes. 

The movie revolves around Chris Rock's character, Richard Cooper, a buttoned-down banker who's marriage is in a rut. Although he has two gorgeous kids and a sweet life in the suburbs, his wife (played by Gina Torres) has stopped having sex with him. Richard has a ranging libido and his problems are compounded when Nikki, a sultry, old flame shows up and starts paying attention to him. Nikki, played by Kerry Washington, is a knockout, the only problem she is crazy and attracts trouble like Michael Jackson at a Chucky Cheese. 

Pretty insightful don't you think? I am sure I am not the only brother out there who has run into dime pieces who were plain crazy. It's one of the greatest mysteries of the world why beautiful women are usually the ones with the most problems. I have heard many locker room theories to explain why this happens. Some fellas say that beautiful women are given a pass from the moment they are born, they are not punished, their parents hesitate when it comes to whipping their asses and male teachers will give them passing grades even if they are as dumb as a rock. 

Also in school, they usually can find some poor sap, whose hard-on has affected his reasoning skills, to carry their books, do their home work and even give them money. Ever heard the joke about cute girls not having to pay for anything? Well it's true, cute girls don't take money when they hit the club. They always know they can flirt their way pass the doorman, and there will be some dope who will buy them drinks all night. (This is one of the reasons why I refuse to buy women drinks at the club.) I remember one time, I was dating this woman  who had 38 DDs, and she got into a club free, even though it was past the cut off time. She said, "With these I never have to worry about getting in anywhere."

When you are a beautiful woman you get a golden ticket through life and no one ever actually expects that you to back up those looks with brains or talent, well at least not until you turn 30. Guys are so stupid they will hire women just to be office eye candy. Some guys are so dumb they will even marry bimbos simply because they look good on their arms. This can be an a very expensive mistake, just ask any rock star or athlete who married a model and had to fork over half of his fortune in the divorce. Being treated like a princess means these primma donnas never have to develop traits like kindness, empathy or politeness like the rest of us ordinary folk. 

Another theory explaining why beautiful women are generally unhinged is the belief that they can't attract nice guys. Former supermodel Tyra Banks once famously said that she used to be a jerk magnet, because all the nice guys were too scared to approach her. The idea is that decent fellas are intimidated by beautiful women and so they tend to not ask them out. 

This leaves the thugs, the playas, the users and the pretty boys, who are out to either hit it and quit it or squeeze the woman for money and gifts. After these beauties have been put the wringer by a procession of men who only care about their own physical and emotional needs, they are usually fit for a lifetime pass to Dr. Phil and or Oprah. 

Burned by years of emotionally abusive relationships, these women hit their late 20s and decide they want to settle down. They go looking for nice guys and drag all their emotional baggage with them. I saw evidence of this close up when I used to frequent strip clubs. Here you had women in their physical prime who were often dating lowlives. Thinking from a logical point of view, I thought here were blue-chip women who could turn trade in their looks for top of the line men, but apparently not. Some psychologists have theorized that many women who work in the sex industry are victims of sexual assault, and that affects their choice of men. Sadly if women aren't crazy before they start stripping, they will be after they have been stripping for several years. 

Here is one of my crazy, beautiful girl stories. Several years ago I was working at a small company alongside a smoking-hot, young sister with an ass that would have put J-Lo to shame. I discovered she had a major crush on me. I knew enough to stay away from her after listening to stories of her ex-boyfriend, a gang banger who impregnated another girl while they were together, and her pot habit.  But this chick was determined. She sent me sexy e-mails, waved her ass in my face and gave me sexy looks daily. I held out for five months, but eventually I gave in. She invited me up to her apartment one night and told me she was wasn't wearing any panties. At the time I thought to myself, "Damn, this is not fair. How is any man supposed to resist that?"  As I walked up the steps, I knew I was making a mistake, but I was like a moth being drawn to the flame. Few men can resist a beautiful woman who is willing to do anything. This sister won me over when I jokingly said she should set up a threesome, and she agreed. 

Of course things never lasted. After a while all the psychological problems came out, tales of sexual assaults, appearances in porno movies and there was also her conflicted attitude towards sex. Suddenly a girl who sent me e-mails about blow jobs and watched porn all the time, became a Bible thumper who declared that sex before marriage was "wrong in the eyes of God!" A buddy of mine told me about the nickname for these reformed sluts. He branded them Mary Magdalenes, after the Biblical prostitute who left her wicked ways to become a follower of Christ. 

I soon got tired of her histrionics and dumped her. And worst of all I never did get my threesome. So fellas, if you ever think that crazy, beautiful woman you are dating is worth all the headache, remember this quote: "Beauty is temporary, but crazy is forever."

Revenge of the Black Nerds

This is an old article republished.

Do you know who is the most despised person in the black community? Is it the drug dealer? Is it the man who has a dozen babies with a dozen different women? Is it the gang banger, who lives off women and whips them worse than the LAPD? No, the most reviled figure in the black community is the black nerd!

Yes, that skinny black kid, who is bad at sports, wears glasses and loves computers gets absolutely no respect. You would have thought that these other losers, who cause untold damage to the black community, would be outcasts but go to any college campus or high school and you will see young black women flocking to gangbangers, dope slingers and men who have no idea how to use a condom. 

I know this sounds hard to believe, but take it from my own first-hand experience, it's absolutely true. I should know, I am a former nerd and proud of it. I have all the characteristics of a nerd. Good in school, check; loves sci-fi, check; loves computers, check; loves comic books, check. Those four characteristics are good enough to give you a lifetime membership in the nerd fraternity. 

I have always had nerdish tendencies, but in college I was able to combine those with skills that made me socially acceptable. I wore  fashionable clothes (I even pierced my ears), I went to nightclubs and parties and I wasn't afraid to talk to the opposite sex. But I never forgot my nerdy beginnings or my nerdy friends. Yes, I got invited to the frat parties and went clubbing, but I always felt more comfortable with the guys (and girls) who were interested in politics and science fiction. 

Still, being able to flit between the cool kids and the nerds gave me an insight into what was popular on campus. You would think the ambitious, smart kid, who was going to grad school, would more be attractive to bright, black coeds. Think again. From my experience, even the sharpest and most sophisticated black sorority girls ended up paired with knuckle-dragging jocks, who could barely string together an intelligent sentence. (A lot of these jocks, should never have been in college and were only there because of their prowess on the basketball court or football field.)

Looking back, this kind of behavior is not surprising. College-age women are still going through the rebellious stage, where dangerous bad boys, and men their parents disapprove are exciting. They like the danger, unpredictability, and the fact these guys also need to be house trained. Some women also think that bad boys are more likely to know their way around a woman's body, than nerds who's have only seen naked woman on a flat screen. Women of other races go through their bad boy stage, but eventually as they enter the real world, they seem to overcome their bad-boy fixation and start looking for ambitious, professional men, who have the same goals as them. 

White nerds are also shunned, but not as badly as black nerds. White nerds find nerdy girls who also dig computers and "Star Trek," and eventually pair off. Some non-black women, who were anti nerd in college, eventually wise up and realize that all the hard work Poindexter did in college is eventually going to pay off. White nerds like Steve Jobs and Bill Gates are even celebrated in pop culture, but until the recent advent of President Barack Obama, the only role model black nerds had was Steve Urkel! (Even Obama faced rejection from the black community at first who thought that he wasn't "down" enough. Although no one has ever questioned the black credentials of camera-chasers like Jesse Jackson and Al Sharpton.)

Unfortunately, it seems that in the black community, women have different expectations. Many young women are attracted to men who project power, whether its financial or physical. I have some advice for these young ladies. The gang banger with the bulging muscles and corn rows might have a lot of physical strength, but he is on a fast track to jail and you are destined for a life of speaking to him through a glass screen on weekends. The drug dealer may have plenty cash, but he is also destined to end up in the same place as the gang banger. And as for the jock, if he makes it to the pros, he will drop you faster than the way Usher ditched his wife. And even if you do succeed in marrying him be prepared for a life of paternity suits, mistresses and constant road trips.

The jocks who don't make it to the pros, often haven't studied hard enough to get a decent education, so when they get out college their prospects are pretty bleak. The popularity of gangsta rap has only worsened the situation for black nerds. Hardcore rap has turned the likes of 50 Cent and Lil Wayne into sex symbols, and they are more likely to be considered attractive, than a black intellectual.  I saw this issue brought up in a "Tyra" show about dating issues in the black community. When asked what she was looking for in a man, one sista said she was looking for a college-educated black man, but with P. Diddy's swagger. One of the male panelists on the show said, "So your looking for Tupac with an MBA?" If she finds him, he will probably be riding a unicorn, smoking a blunt and reading a copy of the Wall Street Journal -- he doesn't freaking exist!

It seems that some sisters would rather date a drug dealer, than a struggle black college nerd. Believe me, I saw evidence of this when I was in college. I knew a sister in college who was active in student government and very ambitious. She ended up getting pregnant by a drug dealer. Essence magazine once did a story about why women prefer dating thugs over "corporate brothers." One woman said she thought that thugs were would be able to protect her physically. 

The black nerds eventually have their revenge, much the way I did.  After graduation, the black nerd usually ends up working in his chosen profession. And armed with a nice suit, a toned gym body, and a cool ride, he suddenly becomes attractive. The same women who wouldn't spit on him in college suddenly find him attractive. 

Unfortunately, by then the black nerd has tired of waiting for sisters to pull their heads out of their asses. He has started to look around and weigh his options. He might not be "edgy" enough for sisters, but there are plenty of smart white, Asian and Latino women who enjoy his company. The single, college educated black men is a precious commodity and there are a lot of bidders for his services. If you don't believe me check out how many non-black women are on sites such as Blackpeoplemeet.com looking for partners. 

To the black nerds who are having a rough time now hold on, time is a great equalizer. In about five years time, the same women who rejected you in college will be begging for your number. And to the sisters who complain about the lack of decent black men, I suggest you start looking at nerds and other bookish guys. They are like iPhones, get them early or your out of luck. 

Hunting Season

Cougars are the new predators in the sex game .... and men kind of like it

By Black Adonis

You've seen her. She's the 40-something woman, who is tanned, well toned and has a dangerous spark in her eye. Yes, she is the latest player in the sex game -- the cougar. Just in case you don't know what a cougar is, the term is used to define sexually aggressive older women.

I learned of the term a few years ago through stories in the media,"Oprah" even did a piece on cougars.  I didn't realize I had been encountering cougars for years, I just didn't know they had a name.

You might ask what sparked this phenomenon which lead middle-aged women to become sex-crazed, dick hounds. It has a lot to do with financial and social changes in modern society. Even though we are several decades behind the sexual revolution of the 1970s, America is still conflicted about sex. The sexual revolution taught women that they owned their sexuality and could be as adventurous as men.

That might have worked in theory, but old mores do not change over night. American women are still not expected to be promiscuous. They still live with the fear of having the slut tag slapped on them. It took me a long time to figure this out. But it is explained why when I hooked up with some women on the first date, they always said "I usually don't do this." I guess they were concerned I would view them as slutty.

This phenomenon is common among female college students. I remember girls who were banging a different guy every night in college, but a few years after they graduated, they become "born-again virgins," started going to church and turned into people I didn't recognize. I often wondered if they were replaced by the pod people, because they were completely different from the people I knew in college.

I guess their biological clocks had gone off and they had prepared to transform into respectable, soccer moms, so they had to shed their party-girl reputations. The problem is, with a 50 percent divorce rate, marriage is no guarantee of wedded bliss. Many of these women, who probably married boring guys their parents approved of, find themselves in their mid-40s, with no husband, kids almost grown and lots of time on their hands.  So now it's time to either catch up on partying, or for the ones who married young, explore what they missed out in college.

The cynicism of divorce often creates many cougar. Some cougars are middle-aged women whose husbands dumped them for younger models as soon as they got a few wrinkles and gained some pounds. White boys are notorious for this, they like their women pencil thin and with huge boobs, so once the ravages of time and childbirth set in, they dump them on the marital scrap heap. Now these women face a brutal dating scene where they are competing against women who are 10 years younger than them. Men tend to date younger women, so dating options for middle-aged women are pretty slim.

Faced with these grim options many women simple opt for sexual relationships over romantic relationships. They trade boyfriends for fuck buddies. I believe much of the cougars' sexual aggression comes out of frustration. Many of these women bought into the fantasy of the white picket house and the minivan. They thought that when they married in their 20s they were going to be set for life. They played by the rules, didn't screw around in college and tried to be the perfect cookie-baking mom. Their reward for this was getting stuck with the mortgage and kids, while their ex-husbands are off banging hard-bodied 20-year olds.  Even if some of these women do end up with big divorce settlements, they soon realize that wealthy women often attract wannabe gigolos and men who want to be kept.

Another source of anger for many of these women is the realization they have been lied to. Women in their 40s and 50s grew up in an environment where interracial dating was largely taboo. It's not like today movies like "Save the Last Dance," which has a interracial love story, topping the weekend box office. These women grew up threatened with disownment if they crossed the color line and their dads often explictly warned them to stay away from black men. Some of their dads even told them that the myths about black men weren't true.  Now these women are free to explore their fantasies, they pursue black men with gusto. Many of them are curious about black men and are pleasantly shocked by what their find. Yes, black men do have larger penises; yes, the sex is better and yes, black men actually like dancing.

I used to have a white lady who was a friends with benefits. She was in a marriage to a white guy for more than 10 years and the sex was awful. She begged him to try and do something to improve their sex life. Since he failed to do anything about the situation, she started flirting with a black man at her office, and eventually hooked up with him. The sex must have been mindblowing, because soon after her fling she demanded a divorce. Once she realized what good sex was she could not go back to her old, humdrum sex life.

She is not alone, more middle-aged white women are discovering black men. There is a club I frequent which is known as a hunting ground for cougars. (I call it the Cougar Pit.) And many of them have acquired a taste for black men too. These cougars have realized that once the white boys quit looking at them, they need to be less selective about their choices. Brothers come from miles around to this joint which has developed a reputation for being a "salt and pepper club." (In case you didn't know a salt and pepper club is a place where white women go to meet black men.) This Cougar Pit is a notorious pick up joint and meeting a woman here is like shooting fish in barrel.

Sometimes the scenes are pretty crazy. You often see a middle-aged, soccer mom grinding up against a black stud to 50 cent. But you can't get mad at them, many of these woman are just making up for lost time or trying to get the most of out life before its too late. By the time you hit 40 you realize that almost half of your life is gone, and the time for demureness and conservatism are gone. I have heard many older white women, at this stage of their life they are not saving it for anyone. It's time to use it or lose it. And the men don't seem to mind it too. After decades of being the hunted, men are happy to sit back and watch the women come to them. The roles have been reversed, men are the prey and cougars are the predators. Let the games begin!