DATING COMMANDMENTS

After many bad relationships and far too much wasted time, I decided that in order to alleviate some of the problems that I was facing in my quest for love, I needed to be clear about my expectations. Take me or leave me. These are my commandments:

1. My body is my temple—don’t violate me—I don't do love triangles—really, I share few things in life...a penis is not one.

2. “Are you involve with anyone?” encompasses being married, having sex, or partaking in any kind of intimacy with another person, i.e. kissing, fondling, oral sex, making promises, in my book, constitutes being involved. Just ask the other party—most I’m sure would agree with me.

3. I don’t take prisoners—if at any time you want to leave, go. I want you only if you want to be here.

4. If I tell you I want to leave you, take it like a man—tell me to hit the road.

5. In public you must treat me like a lady. In private, I’m your whore—it’s the only time I will give up control.

6. Keep sex interesting—be creative—I don’t have a problem swinging from the chandelier, going shopping for a vibrator, watching porn or dressing up like Xena, Warrior Princess.

7. Who do you want me to be?

8. Make me laugh—tell me I’m beautiful—treat me like a princess sometimes.

9. I throw tantrums—deal with it.

10. You have an obligation to take care of yourself for me. If you get fat and sloppy and won’t do anything about it, I will leave you.

11. I have commitment issues. Make sure I’m really into you before you ask me to marry you so you won’t be embarrassed when I say no.

12. I’ll be your rock and your shield--I want you to be the best that you can be. How can I help you attain your dreams? 13. You don’t have to rich—but ambition is a requirement.

14. You must be intelligent—I like a man who has something to say.

15. You must be of strong character—if you’re weak—I’ll walk all over you.

16. Don’t lie to me—If you do I will know—and I will leave you.

17. At some point I may challenge you to a sword fight.

18. I am a mother—if you don’t like or want kids that’s okay, but there’s no place in my life for you.

19. Don’t talk on the phone when you’re on a date with me unless it’s absolutely necessary.

20. Hold my hand when we’re crossing the street—I'm a hopeful romantic. That little show of affection will melt my heart.

21. Don’t flirt with other women when you’re with me—it’s disrespectful.

22. I know who I am—I don’t need you to define me.

23. You can hurt me but you cannot destroy me—that’s why I’m not afraid to love and give my all to you.

24. I don't bring past baggage to a new relationship—I am a new woman for you. The same is required of you. Please leave your shit at the door. 25. If you’re breaking up with me—you can tell me—I won’t flip-out, stalk, harass, or try to kill you—really, I’ll just find someone else.

26. Brush your teeth.

27. I've never had a wasteful relationship. I always leave with something—a thrilling sexual experience or a new insight.

29. Show me you care or I'll think you don't.

30. I don't care if you have tattoos.

31. Depression diminishes me—I don't do it.

32. I don’t feed negativity—

33. When I'm upset I shop Victoria Secret and listen to Nina Simone.

34. I promise to keep you guessing, and thinking…

35. Now, how can I be of service to you?

TRUTH OR DARE?

“Truth or dare?” I asked rubbing my naked body seductively against B’s back. My nipples hardened to the feel of his warmth against me. I ran my legs up and down his bare leg, and sunk my pedicure toenails teasingly into his flesh.

“Someone wants to get fucked,” he said.

I threw one leg over him and pressed my shaved pussy against his ass.

“You slut,”

“Say it again,” I whispered into his ear while rubbing my shaved pussy provocatively against his ass. The slow deliberate way in which I moved stimulated my aching clit.

I grabbed his cock and squeezed. It throbbed hard and hungry in my hands.

“Dare,” he said.

“I dare you to tell me about a sexual fantasy you have of me,” I said still holding his cock, still squeezing it.

What will I get for such a revelation?”

“A wet, warm, tight, hungry pussy to do with as you please,” I said.

“Throw in a nice tight ass and you have a deal,”

“Deal,” I said.

“God damn, woman,” he growled grabbing and squeezing one tender, horny tit. My pussy though still sore from the night before, was throbbing to get fucked again.

“What’s your fantasy?” I asked again.

“Are you sure you want to know?”

“Yes,” I said.

“Will you make it come through?” he asked turning me over onto my back and spreading my legs.

His fingers searching the folds of my slippery pussy. One finger delved inside me. I arched my back and opened wider for him. His lips joined his fingers and lust ravaged my mind.

“I dare you to agree to fulfill my fantasy without knowing what you’re agreeing to. And once you agree, beautiful Erotica, you cannot back out,”

“Deal,” I said.

His finger was moving hungrily inside me now. I threw back my head, and my breast jiggled ever so slightly with each thrust. I imagined his cock ramming all the way up inside me, venturing to new places, touching the silken walls of innocent flesh, and making them innocent no more.

I wanted to be his sex-slave. If he put chains around my neck, I would gladly wear them.
I would bow to him and call him master.

“I want to see you do another battle,”

“That’s all?” I asked.

“No. I want you naked, wearing only your mask,”

“Not a problem,” I said. I was writhing and moaning so hard his tongue had to work hard to keep up with me.

“I want to listen to you order her to remove her clothing. I want you to turn her into a whore as I will soon make a whore of you,”

“Make a whore of me, baby” I said.

He stopped sucking and stared at me beneath him. My legs were spread to capacity, my pussy lips parted like the unfolding of a rose. My clit was rigid and aching and begging for more.

“Whose pretty pussy is this?” he asked

“It’s your pussy, baby. It’s all yours.”

“And I can fuck it any way I want, right?”

“Anyway you want it. Anyhow you want it. Anytime you want it,” I said.

He mounted and claimed me with full possessiveness. I clung to him and welcome the full force of his ownership on my body. I screamed as thrust after thrust jolted and shook me.

“Are you going to fuck her for me the way I’m fucking you right now?” he said grinding hard inside me.

“Yes,” I screamed. “Yes, yes,” I couldn’t get enough. I wanted him harder and deeper.

“Lift your knees, and pull your legs all the way back,” he ordered.I hurried to do his bidding, just like a good little slut would, and he fucked me without reserve. My raised ass was slamming into the bed with every thrust. He was fucking me so hard, the pain was scorching, and I found myself backing away from the full force of him.

“Stop running and take your dick. You wanted dick, you’re getting dick,” he said. “Get on your knees. I want to fuck you from behind.,”

I didn’t move right away and he slapped my thigh.

I slapped him back.

“I’m going to beat your ass,” he said.

I giggled.

I got on all fours and hoisted my ass for him. He poured oil on me and slapped me. “Who are you” he demanded.

“Your whore,” I said.

“Then what the fuck is MY whore doing hitting back?”

I didn’t answer. I’m going to have to fuck you in the ass and teach you a lesson,”

He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. My ass was high and ready. If this was punishment, I was going to be bad every god damn time. I’ve been longing to do it again.
The initial pain sent chills through me, yet I accepted the intrusion as if I needed it. And I did, for beyond the pain, I knew that pleasure was waiting for me.

“Relax,” he said, running his fingers down my back. Then he was inside me all the way, slowly at first and then without reserve. He grabbed my hips and filled me. I threw back my head and howled. I held him tightly, forcing him to move harder and faster inside me. Begging him to give me all he had. I could take it.
Sounds of passion rumbled between us.
Sounds of lust and desire
Sounds of being a whore. Sounds of accepting who I was to him
Sound of losing all inhibitions.
He kept fucking me.
I kept screaming and jerking and shivering. My hips moved to his rhythm.
My pussy remained wet and wanting—it will never be satisfied.

“Will you let me watch you?” he asked, his voice breaking with the strain to control himself.
I didn’t answer.

“Will you?” he rammed harder, sending another wave of pleasure ricocheting through my body.
How is it that with all the pain, I could not get enough?
How is it that even though it felt he’d been fucking me for hours, I was still hungry for more?
His thrusts knocked me flat onto my stomach. He kept pounding into my greedy aching ass, breaking me and himself. I lay thrashing and screaming beneath him as he filled my ass with cum.