glamorous life

why am i sitting at home on a saturday night,dogsitting for my ex-boyfriend?????

the jumpoff

damn i am so horny,i have been on an unintentional strike of celibacy. since last November.yes feel sorry for me! hmmm its making me want to call my football player ex fuck buddy,thick as a brick but blessed with a cock the gods would envy.. we used to kick it back in the day in college but he was uhm not my type,i mean homeboy was fine as hell and had these long locs and body to die for,but other than our sexual chemistry we had nothing in common.(in case you cant tell i am a snub and will not date anyone i feel does not cut it) i love art,music and good wine and food,lets just say he was more of a Popeye's and young jeezy listening type of brother.you know ladies the type you don't introduce to your friends,sneak him in only at 2 and ignore him in public,gosh i feel terrible thinking how i treated him,but i think he liked being used sexually. when we met i knew it was purely sexual,i gave him my number ad told him to come to my place,we fooled around i like to tease a guy at first cos it gives me an idea of what they are working with before i decide whether or not i will fuck him,no point wasting time with a small dicked dude,well he passed my test,but i got busy with school and life and kinda forgot about him, then one night at a party with some friends and a sufficient amount of alcohol in my system i saw him and i went up to him, displaced the nasty looking hoochie grinding him and showed him some African flava! LOL.he was getting very excited and kept whispering in my ears how much he wanted me and how he had been waiting to do some really nasty shit to me, i told him then why are we still ere? we went to his place and i guess i was expecting some rough thuglike sex,instead he was gentle and the rhythms of our bodies grinding and bumping drove us to slow intense orgasms, he handled m body like a fine instrument,kissing every inch of me,sucking and licking on my pussy like he was intent on absorbing all the juices dripping from my body, have you ever had an orgasm when you feel like you are about to have a nose bleed that's how he made me feel.i wont lie i was shocked he didnt seem like the love making type of brother you know? the next morning was some more lazy fucking, i woke him up with a smile on my face and a smirk on his, i climbed on top of him and rocked slowly making sure i got all of his slick hardness in my wetness..damn thinking about that first time with him is making me wet.....shit its a shame i don't have his number anymore

Wet

for the past two weeks i succeeded in avoiding Mr Married Arab,ignored his phone calls.but like all men the more you avoid them the more they want you,he kept sending flowers to me bringing jewelry by the gallery,i returned all his stupid jewelry,what does he take me for? a hooker?i can buy my own jewelry and besides i don't need pearls and sapphires to convince to fuck a man.that's a decision i am quite capable of making without incentives.
so today after work he called and i answered he begged to stop by my apartment.hmmm,i agreed.i am not going to lie,i missed him.i told him i was about to have a shower and i would leave the front door open. while i was in the shower he walked into my bathroom and pulled open the shower curtain and stared at my body my smooth caramel skin,my full ass and slender waist and my full breasts with the water and soap suds caressing my skin,my long curly hair wet and clinging to my back.i liked him looking at me, it made me so turned on,after i gave him an eye full i closed the curtain and told him to wait for me in my bedroom.he begged to join me,i told him no.after i got done i walked into my bedroom he pounced on me and we kissed and he ate my pussy for what seemed like forever, i missed those hands of his,they made me so wet....the fool thought this was going to proceed in sex...in his wildest dreams,once i got mines i kicked his sorry married ass home.

Mr.Married Arab

So i have been very determined not to see him again, i have been ignoring his calls. its killing me,but i need to start looking out for me,i have allowed men to treat me like crap for long enough.it time i start looking out for me. this is the first time i have even entertained the thought of "dating" a married man. such a hypocritical move. its something common to my native home of Nigeria that i detest and here i am longing for a married man, it doesn't matter that he isn't African and i could see his wife anywhere. but she is still a woman and i cant do that to her and her child.
i guess i should tell you how this all began.... its nothing romantic just two people with a lust for one another i guess. i was out with a group of friends, we decided to go for dinner at this middle eastern restaurant,i had never been before,but my friends were regulars there. it was a beautiful place, very authentic, delicious food,great ambiance,good conversation. well considering it was a table of very attractive women of various ethnic backgrounds, we got quite a bit of attention. then "he" walked up to our table to see if everything was alright. apparently he owned the place,and he wanted to be sure we were being taken care off. i was instantly attracted to him, which is odd(i don't really find alot of men attractive,they grow on me).he was tall, dark and handsome and his thick dark hair had a streak of premature grey in the front.damn he was sexy and he had the most luscious dark lashes framing those unusual green eyes. he looked at me and smiled. one of my friends the sexy Latina,was flirting outrageously with him. i assumed that he was too, but he kept looking at me. he then came by me and asked me if everything was fine.i said yes.thank you. we had a moment,lol! not being cheesy but we really did. he proceeded to join our table and sat next to me,we had light conversation,asked me where i was from.what i did, told him i worked at a gallery downtown,he said i need some art.maybe i will come see what you have.i gave him my card.
as soon as he walked away my friend turned to me and said
"girl he is sooo much trouble,and he is married."
i told her babes its just business he said he needs some art.its just business.
she said "whatever,just be careful."
of course miss Latina decided to pipe in,
"girl he is a big flirt he flirts with anything"
i am assuming that was meant to be a diss. it didn't bother me, i know i am beautiful,i do not need anyone to tell me.
fast forward to the following Tuesday
i was having a hectic day at work. and who decides to walk in?Him
he asked me if i had lunch yet,i hadn't.so he took me to a cafe not far from work, he made me laugh,smile, definitely not my type.not sophisticated enough,didn't know a thing about art,theater,music,politics..... yet it was that raw,hustler spirit that drew me,the man owned and ran a successful restaurant and chain of liqueur stores.he had that sexy aggressive hunter thing going on...oh don't mind my unusual fantasies,i might let them slip into my writing unconsciously.
well,his visits became more frequent. leading from the gallery to my living room and then my bedroom. we never had sex...but uhmm..we did things i should never do with a married man. his kisses intoxicated me and filled me with a lust that even i knew was sinful in everyway. i have refused to hop into bed with him.to retain my sanity and make me feel somewhat morally upright* whatever the hell that means*

Muddle

Its four in the morning,he just left,i know where he is going,we both know it.but i say nothing.
why am i allowing myself to do this?i can stop this before i get hurt.or have i gotten past that point,have i gotten to the point of no return?that point where i have become a terrible person?i shouldn't even have looked at him that night.....something in those green eyes made me give him my number.my girls warned me...."girl he is trouble" i like trouble....but is this worth it?i tell him every time i see him,i cant do this anymore....we cant do this. he says "why are you lying to yourself? you know you want me,we both know it.stop holding yourself back from me". We haven't had sex......Yet. will i? could i possibly?i know i am a good person.what is this possessing me?this passion that has overcome all logic and sense. pure lust?its everything i stand against.shit....... i hate women that do this. yet here i am about to fall head first for him. i know i don't love him but my feelings are welling up and i know myself i will fall for him.
there is something about the way he kisses me and strokes my body the way he touches every inch of my body,creates goosebumps all over my body makes me shiver and tingle and crave for his dick... i know i want him to fuck me it can never be love-making because....... well it just cant. why am i even thinking such thoughts?i need to delete his number and never speak to him again,but he is soo sexy but he is so slick,slick as all hell.but that's not why i wont fuck him,there are so many reasons why. he is so deceptive, carrying around two phones, i act like i don't notice. he tells me, baby when we are together just ignore all those factors. how can i ignore the fact that he is married with a child? i need to stop this before it gets to complicated.