For those of you that are married or in long term relationships, do you feel that sex is overrated?
Listen to this episode of my podcast, Spoken Word Poet, Why Is Sex Overrated(part 1) https://anchor.fm/david-hockaday7/episodes/Why-Is-Sex-Overratedpart-1-e4hm5v
Watch both videos and comment below your opinion on the 90 day rule
I Am In Love With My Seductive Next Door Neighbor (Part 1)
Through out this series just so there is no confusion, I will be doing flashbacks where I may be describing a scene between characters where the characters are describing a scene that took place in the past. I hope all of reading this will enjoy this story because I have worked hard on this and I appreciate your support.
I’ve been with James(Brittany’s Sugar Daddy) for a little over two years now
but we known each other for a while.
We met at a strip club two years ago and I use to be a part time stripper.
Stripping wasn’t my favorite profession but it paid the bills
and my moves on the pole was cold as steel,
but I was getting tired of this shit.
Selling the idea of sex and projecting yourself as sexy isn’t that easy
when you not always feeling the mood.
All I knew was that I needed a sugar daddy like for real.
Ever since junior high, I had attention from most of the guys.
My friends told me that I would be an amazing stripper
because I had the type of ass
that would make the average man dick harder
than a block of ice.
This type of ass and my sexy ass skin complexion
is what actually gave James social life some life.
To be honest when I first laid eyes on him,
I knew he was lame.
He had on the type of outfit where he was dressing like
he can audition for “Save by the Bell”.
His black pants was so tight, he didn’t even need a belt.
He had some weird looking bright ass yellow shirt that
was probably brought from Target,
plus he was wearing some white sketchers that matched
my bedroom’s carpet.
James dressed like shit.
But one thing I know that the average stripper don’t know
is that lame guys with no type of swag always have a fat wallet.
This ain’t junior high school , this is the real world
and popularity to me don’t mean shit.
I knew James wouldn’t resist because I know I’m
a bad bitch.
So you know, I go
to where he was sitting at
and I started giving him a lap dance
without his permission.
His dick grew a little like Pinocchio’s nose
but when I felt it though, it felt kind of small.
Overall compared to the average man’s physique,
James is pretty small.
He is about 5ft4, weigh about 130 pounds.
But I’ll excuse that
because I’m curious to see how much $
is in his bank account.
So eventually I made small talk with him,
boosted his ego, rubbed his penis, and twerked
my ass in his face.
He started moaning loud and I believed
by face expression he nutted on himself.
I almost laughed out loud and it was hard to keep
my laughter in.
I was almost certain he was a virgin.
I decided to ask him if he was
and when I did,
he was hesitant to answer.
I repeated myself, but this time
I made my tone a little more sexier.
He told me wasn’t but has very little experience
and suffers from premature ejaculation.
I was almost hesitant to do this,
but I whispered in James left ears and offered him to buy me
a Whiskey Sour.
So he went to the bar and got me drink.
He asking me questions like
what your name, where you from, how old are you,
and what made you become a stripper?
After I answered all of his questions, I was straight
to the point with him and told him
for 100 dollars I was willing to suck
and ride his cock.
I gave him a offer he couldn’t refuse
even though his swag is something
I don’t approve
I was just using him for financial needs
because he was a nice guy and a sucka.
One thing I was grateful for was that James moved me from
the hood and promised me everything he could provide.
He really thinks that I love him and that I will one day will be his wife,
but I ain’t bout that life.
This situation that me and him got was built off of lies.
He don’t even know I’m fucking Kile(Jame’s college student) on the side.
The hospital I work at is not far from where Kile lives
and all I know is this nightstick is black, long and thick.
He too is a cheater like me for not being satisfied in his marriage.
But it’s not just in sex his marriage he is lacking.
So here I am two years later
asking myself why am I with this lame ass n*gga?
I mean he got a lot of figures but yet has an unattractive figure.
Sometimes I am bitter and have regrets for being a gold digga
when I laid eyes on my next door neighbor
and I am lusting hard after this fine as brother.
Chapter 3 will be uploaded on April. I will be taking a break from uploading post because I am focusing on study for my Comptia A+ certification but I will still be around to read from other bloggers so in the mean time please follow me on Instagram, LinkedIn, and Wattpad
Also please please check out my Podcast
https://younghock.files.wordpress.com/2019/02/vid-20180625-wa0000.mp4
Quote of The Day
Talent without popularity takes a while to get recognized but popularity is the substitute of the truth when the talent is lacking – David Hockaday
I Am In Love With My Seductive Next Door Neighbor (Part 1)
Through out this series just so there is no confusion, I will be doing flashbacks where I may be describing a scene between characters where the characters are describing a scene that took place in the past. I hope all of reading this will enjoy this story because I have worked hard on this and I appreciate your support.
I’ve been with James(Brittany’s Sugar Daddy) for a little over two years now but we known each other for a while.
We met at a strip club two years ago and I use to be a part time stripper. Stripping wasn’t my favorite profession but it paid the bills and my moves on the pole was cold as steel, but I was getting tired of this shit.
Selling the idea of sex and projecting yourself as sexy isn’t that easy when you not always feeling the mood.
All I knew was that I needed a sugar daddy like for real.Ever since junior high, I had attention from most of the guys.
My friends told me that I would be an amazing stripper because I had the type of ass that would make the average man dick harder than a block of ice.
This type of ass and my sexy ass skin complexion is what actually gave James social life some life.
To be honest when I first laid eyes on him,I knew he was lame.He had on the type of outfit where he was dressing like he can audition for “Save by the Bell”.
His black pants was so tight, he didn’t even need a belt.He had some weird looking bright ass yellow shirt that was probably brought from Target,plus he was wearing some white sketchers that matched my bedroom’s carpet.
James dressed like shit.
But one thing I know that the average stripper don’t know is that lame guys with no type of swag always have a fat wallet.
This ain’t junior high school , this is the real world and popularity to me don’t mean shit.
I knew James wouldn’t resist because I know I’m a bad bitch.
So you know, I go to where he was sitting at and I started giving him a lap dance without his permission.
His dick grew a little like Pinocchio’s nose but when I felt it though, it felt kind of small.
Overall compared to the average man’s physique,James is pretty small.He is about 5ft4, weigh about 130 pounds.
But I’ll excuse that because I’m curious to see how much $ is in his bank account.
So eventually I made small talk with him, boosted his ego, rubbed his penis, and twerked my ass in his face.
He started moaning loud and I believed by his face expression he nutted on himself.
I almost laughed out loud and it was hard to keep my laughter in.
I was almost certain he was a virgin.
I decided to ask him if he was and when I did, he was hesitant to answer.
I repeated myself, but this time I made my tone a little more sexier.
He told me wasn’t but has very little experience and suffers from premature ejaculation.
I was almost hesitant to do this, but I whispered in James left ear and offered him to buy me a Whiskey Sour.
So he went to the bar and got me drink.
He asking me questions like what your name, where you from, how old are you, and what made you become a stripper?
After I answered all of his questions, I was straight to the point with him and told him for 100 dollars I was willing to suck and ride his cock.
I gave him a offer he couldn’t refuse even though his swag is something I don’t approve I was just using him for financial needs because he was a nice guy and a sucka.
One thing I was grateful for was that James moved me from the hood and promised me everything he could provide.
He really thinks that I love him and that I will one day will be his wife,but I ain’t bout that life.
This situation that me and him got was built off of lies.He don’t even know I’m fucking Kile(Jame’s college student) on the side.
The hospital I work at is not far from where Kile lives and all I know is this nightstick is black, long and thick.
He too is a cheater like me for not being satisfied in his marriage.
But it’s not just in sex his marriage he is lacking.
So here I am two years later asking myself why am I with this lame ass n*gga?
I mean he got a lot of figures but yet has an unattractive figure.
Sometimes I am bitter and have regrets for being a gold digga when I laid eyes on my next door neighbor and I am lusting hard after this fine as brother.
Chapter 3 will be uploaded on April. I will be taking a break from uploading post because I am focusing on study for my Comptia A+ certification but I will still be around to read from other bloggers so in the mean time please follow me on
Quote of The Day- “Talent without popularity takes a while to get recognized but popularity is the substitute of the truth when the talent is lacking” – David Hockaday
Maid of honor at my wedding
and godmother of my daughter.
One night things got freaky.
Do I feel feel guilty?
I couldn’t resist,
she was too sexy.
One night I received a
phone call.
It was her,
wasn’t expecting it
at all.
She was my wife’s
best friend since
kindergarten.
5ft 5, caramel complexion,
Curvy back and the arch
on her back would lead
any man to erection.
Built like a sex goddess
more gorgeous than
Athena
and for a long time I
wanted to insert my penis
in her.
Curious as I was
I picked up the phone
and heard a dial tone.
2 mins later she called
again
and I answered
She ask to speak with my
wife
but my wife wasn’t home.
I was more concerned
because she was crying
on the phone
I asked her what was wrong
She told me
her ex fiance
dies in a plane crash.
That moment I felt
so bad and sad.
I felt her emotions
More than likely
she was lonely
so I decided to check
on her in person.
Soon as I
walked in,
she was on the
couch weeping
Tears were falling.
Barely able to speak
trying to explain
to me.
She was 4 weeks pregnant.
I put her face on my shoulder
and she cried for about
an hour.
Boy was I uncomfortable
for that whole hour,
but she was vulnerable
So comforting her
was something I
had to do.
I cradle her like a baby
and wiped away her tears
and I started smelling
her hair.
It smelled nice.
She began to look at me
and slightly smile.
What she did next was foul
She took my fingers in her mouth
and began to suck on them.
It felt good, I started to grin
Almost committed a sin
when she try to guide
my hands on her tits.
I felt them for 3 seconds
then pulled back
I started to get tense and resist.
I told her that I couldn’t go
through with this.
I stood up and headed
to the front door.
She followed right behind me.
From behind she grabbed my dick
through my jeans.
Her small hands on my dick
felt so good
I got hard instantly.
She told me to stay for a while.
I mean my wife was miles
away.
Besides she told me
she had a condom
up stairs anyway
and she was wearing tight
shorts by the way.
Got the type of sex
appeal to turn a gay man
straight.
I could no longer resist.
I took both my hands
and grabbed her fat ass
while she unzip my zipper
and began stroking my dick
We started to tongue kiss.
I lifted her up by her ass
and took her upstairs.
Took off all my gear.
My dick was fully hard
She was amazed, and called
me a monster.
She began sucking on
my monster.
She started off slow
but gradually went harder.
My wife never sucked me
like this.
To be honest sex with my
wife lately was shitty.
She could barely handle me.
With my wife I have to do everything
gently,
but her best friend
suck dick like she need a favor
and it was an emergency.
Seconds later I am shooting
my big load
down her throat
and she gulped
every last drop
and my dick was still hard.
I wanted to fuck the shit
out of her box
condom or not
It was worth being wreckless
this moment
She spread her legs wide open.
I lifted her light body up,
and eased her down on
my dick.
She riding this dick,
while bitting her lips.
I pinned her against the wall
and insert my penis behind her
and grabbed her hair.
She screaming “yes daddy
fucked this tight pussy
and shoot your big load
inside of me”.
Immediately my dick double
in size and I started shooting
a gallon
inside of her.
I stretched her tight pussy
you would have thought
she gave birth.
Suddenly a knock on the door.
She looked through the peephole
and it was her dead fiance sister at the door.
If you was in this position, what would you do?
If you was in the husband’s situation, would you be able to resist?
No matter what I’m down for you.
A fatherless past you been through, but I am who you can look you too.
Moment I laid eyes on you, I sense the tension between us.
You looking at me, me looking at you.
Saw you moving up and down and swinging around the pole and your moves were so cold.
A fan favorite watching as you demonstrate Hustle and flow.
Falling in love with a stripper was not one of my goals but my heart doesn’t lie to me.
I still remembered the 1st time you approached me spitting game to me.
But at the time I thought you was only into my money.
So I didn’t believe any off the compliments you were giving me,
like how I looked cute with beauitful eyes and smelled nice.
Soon or later you ask if I wanna dance, I accept but spending more than twenty 1’s was not part of the plan
even tho I was your biggest fan.
I was against the wall and for a female you were pretty tall.
That fat ass and those calves muscles had my dick standing tall at attention.
You rubbing your ass on me all agreesive for about a minute
while my hands are caressing your body and I started to fall in love your caramel complexion.
We generated a audience some started to watch when you slowly guided my finger in your box.
You slowly eased my finger inside inch by inch until I found the gspot.
I’m doing a come here motion with my finger and you begging me not to stop
until you suddenly exploded on my hand.
You and I were both exhausted we could barely stand.
Plus it was so hot in the club, so you asked if I could buy you a drink.
I normally would say no, but luckily I was thirsty so I too needed a drink.
But first I had to find the nearest sink
to wash my hands.
Hands felt sticky and greasy like oil in a frying pan.
After all I wash my hands took her to the bar brought two shots of Jack
and I told the bartender to put it on my tab.
You was having a blast hearing me talk about how stuck up women are, the ones with class.
I ‘m going on and going how I only mess with strippers with titties and ass.
All night I had you laughing as the time pass.
Then the conversation shift gears when we started to talk about each other’s past.
We learned alot about each other.
We talked about how you grew up with out no father , and I how I couldn’t stand my father.
How you going through a bitter divorce, because you didn’t have any support
due to his embrassment of you not being part of the workforce.
You told me you strip because you became dead broke
after you lost your Grandmother you got stuck with the funeral cost with no help at all.
So I began to think then all of a sudden I had an ephiony.
I offered her another drink and I asked bartender for two glasses of straight Hennessey.
She and I started to feel tipsy.
I told her that I liked her better than any other stripper and I wanted to help her so I made her an offer.
I told her I I’ll help her go half on her rent and buy the groceries,
but in return you have to stop stripping and only strip for me.
She said “That’s all” I said “Well not exactly, I gotta smash every other day and want some head at least once a week
Do I focus on making her happy,
Or do I focus on her looks and curvy body.
Do I focus on her feelings,
or do I split after sex rather than cuddling.
Can’t tell if I want a long term career or just stay in retail
and articulate a fantasy slogan for a quick sale.
Treat you like a typical customer and just watch you come and go
in and out of my home,
or should I give you a place to stay
and provide the pillow for your head to lay.
Be proud and gloat about you as if I made the NFL hall of fame.
Or score a touchdown on your end zone and eliminate you like a
playoff game.
I could work hard to impress you like it’s Superbowl to earn my trophy,
or you can catch the balls like a soccer goalie,
and treat you as such since soccer goalies don’t communicate with teammates
so much.
We don’t need to communicate as long as the sex is safe.
But I raised with better morals so it’s my nature
to treat you to a dinner date,
and keep you safe like drug money in a safe.
Or is long term bad luck like breaking a mirror.
I thought I had the heart of a minister.
I’m just an avenger who mind resembles a hungry scavenger.
I’m a guy who went from a healthy heart to broken one
to completely losing one.
Love is something I forgot so lust is a must.
Chantelle Atkins, Author
Our Journey as Newbie Full-time RVers
stay wild and free
Stories on fascinating things in the world!
Life is made up of all types of relationships that add various colors to our daily lives!!
Poetry and prose for children and grown ups.
Everybody has a story. Here's a little of mine.
When I was young, my dad would always say, "Crystal, you can choose your attitude." One day I chose to believe him.
The King's Table
Aparna's creative corner
Find Your Dream
Sharing ideas and inspirations about books we have read.
where all emotions are cared for!
God Loves You and So Do I!!
You're welcome to this site where you will have access to different articles about various issues of life. As we are diverse, so are all of our needs and solutions to them. Have fun exploring as you embark on this journey with me. Do feel free to leave comments to help us improve on our ideas and presentations. God bless
My life through words, pictures, and food!
Reaching back to our history in order to move forward with our futures
Motherhood & Mental Health 💚
Embracing faith,love and hope in an imperfect world
short stories & poems
psychology. philosophy. romance
Using Righteous Feminine Influence To Help Change The Trajectory.
The daily life of an addict in recovery
the reverberation of a hidden well...freed.
My life. My world. Love, hope, & happiness.
My story. My journey. My truth.
A safe space for black men's mental health
I am more than breath & bones.
Poetry by Charles Joseph
The One Where She Stumbled Through Her 40's and Faced Her Demons
Romance
"Freedom isn't just a word, but a way of life.."
Welcome to my mind. Watch the first step, it's a doozy.
Poetry, Short Fiction, Sociopolitical Commentary, Anti-Racism Strategies
Passion for writing ignites my soul's momentum
navigating life one curve at a time
Tech, Bake, Meditate
Psychotherapy, Walk and Talk Therapy, Neurodiversity, Mindfulness
Alternative poetry blog.
POETRY
Poetry - Motivation - Blog
A Poetry Blog
More to express more to grow.
We add a pinch of magic and bunch of experiences for an enthralling reading experience
I write poetry to express what's on my mind or how I feel
Poetry Blog 