Moist Satin Sheets: Make You So Wet, I'll hydroplane.

...So I come to, and we're in her bed. Naked, shes' on top of me, I'm underneath her. She's still going for it. Pussy pulsating on my dick as I'm still hard, anticipating her sliding up and down to a rhythm that must be just in her head. Pussy so wet, feels like I'm hydroplaning inside of her, uncontrollably as she cries and moans with each stroke.

She lowers her head as she puts it on my chest, biting my shoulder, licking down my neck as I go deeper. I roll over and put her on her stomach. Planting myself on top of her, I roll a handful of hair into my fist, as her neck jerks back, she lets out a moan. I grab her throat with the other hand, gently, before I put my index finger in her mouth. She nibbles on it, then starts to suck it slowly as if she was planting her tongue on the base of my penis as she pleasured me. I let her, as I start to go into deep circles as the second hand on the clock behind me on her dresser clicks repeatedly.

Her body so gorgeous, I'm wondering how it look from the inside. I caught the vibes from her pussy muscles making conversation with my shaft as I dug deeper, hitting down bottom as she started whispering in my ear. Giving it to her like I owe her something, I know she shallow so I take it deeper. I plan on cumming as long as she want it, so I pick her up by the waist as her hands reaching for the sheets to grab. Dick completely inside, I let her fall backwards as my back hits the mattress and she glides her pussy down on me once again, this time in reverse cowgirl position.

You see, I have a slight obsession with letting a woman enjoy herself as I enjoy her so this time I picked the proper place to do things. On the edge of the bed mirror facing her directly as she watches herself enjoying me. The sun peaking through the blinds I peep out the corner of my eyes but I let her continue to get to it as I palm her ass with the left hand and bite my lower lip from the feeling I'm getting. She's getting aggressive with it, as she pounces off it grabs my hand and tells me she wants to take me somewhere I never been. So I let her.

She walk to the balcony where she tells me to grab the railing. So I do. She starts to caress my back, and down my spine, lower to my ass as she takes me in her mouth for a couple minutes. Caressing my love below with her throat, as she wrestles my pants off me leg by leg. Of course you know me, looking around for a spectator, don't see many, but the sun is coming up, and we're only on the second floor from what it looks like. So she turns herself around and put one leg on the railing, the other still standing, meanwhile telling me to have my way with her.

I face dive into her as I lick south to east, then insert my tongue slightly to see what she tastes like again. Familiar..and I like it. So I continue. Pussy juice falling from my face I let her grind her gym-trained body on the tip of my tongue, while it dampens my facial hair. Once I felt I had enough of a facial cleansing...I insert myself from the back to her liking. Only difference is now i picked up her second leg to the point the only thing that is supporting her is the railing she's holding. So we're fucking. I'm digging deeper as she howls and screams as I dig deeper. The early morning traffic is coming, the coolness of the pool below our suite combined with the breeze is giving off a sensation that we both can only describe with the motions of out bodies.

As I begin to lick down her back, we realize there are people watching, cars driving past slowing down, but it doesn't matter. The more people watch, the more she wants to do, so she thrust herself back onto my dick, at this point throbbing beyond belief. She lets out a cry that she's cumming and her legs shake uncontrollably. In efforts to cum in unison I start to stroke down at an angle in efforts to hit that G-spot more as she bounces back.

And just as we both decide to cum, the railing begins to give way, we both fall forward towards the pool ahead of us. We both open our eyes in confusion as we are back in the suite, but the only thing that is wet...

Are those Satin Sheets.

Its Not the way it has to go..It's just not how it was.- TwoThousandTen

They say, "Damn Greg, were you been man? I know you been hiding..", I simply reply.. I been living. What else can I do? 2009 was one of my worse years. Fucked up that 7 is my favorite number, and 9 is so close. Dont judge me, I know it didnt mean nothing. And well..sicne I'm sittign here typing, I might as well add. The female I was dating and me= scraped. Out of respect for her I wish her well, regardless of the fact she wished bad Karma on me, and to never be happy. [That's the type females I attract I guess. The ex of 2008 said the same shit. Sue me.]

But I digress, she and me were on two paths walking in two different directions. Tried to make some shit work, but it wasnt. No details. But we no longer speak. Numbers been deleted. Profiles been private. Shit just changed. For the better. I had that period where I didnt want it to be over. Where I did the partial stalking shit like "I wonder what she's doing".. or thinking the worse..."What nigga is she fucking". Then I realized...I could build a bridge and walk over it with sneakers of fire. So I did. Next time we speak will be via ferry, I can tell you that. Forward motion, right? Right.

Its 2010...Single, pissing off females. I pissed off a chick I was getting to know during and post the breakup as a friend or whatever, mainly because of her inhibitions. Dont know how I attract females who look good, but their mindframes...strange. But homegirl was ugh. Then another woman..not girl cause she's a few years older [as most of them have been lately 25+], but um... long story short we've known each other for the better part of two years. She had broken up with the ex of ten+ years and we decided to kick it, just friend like. Obviously later rather than sooner, sex and everything transpired. Emotions got kicked in the air, and we jumped for them. Only problem is when we both came down, the portion I grabbed wasnt the same as hers. I understand now as I write this though. She has to get over the relationship. But I rather he do it without me being a spectator, and maybe in due time I'll try again or something. I can't fade it now though. My patience wearing thiner than see through leggins in the new year.

Amungst other shit. I been low key as possible. Gave up the Twitter lifestyle as a result. Is funny how life dries up like a prune in the sun when you arent accessible by the minute. Can't fake like I aint loving it. I had 900+ contacts in my phone. A few that when I looked at them I was like "umm..who's she"; Including:

1. "Really...Who are you"
2. Alexis
3. Howard Girl
4. Red Wine from Silver Spring

>>> I can't even afford to make a mistake and call them thinking I know them. I'm sure numbers been changed, phones mysteriously lost..off that "I lost my phone and got a new one" shit. So..I developed amnesia like Jason Bourne since I can't read minds like Sookie. [Ha...my new True Blood infatuation. Fangbang-esque.] <<<

Last year taught me plenty. Life aint about who you know. Shit, even the people I thought I knew aint know themselves. Sure, I have them moments I wish everything I wrote was getting retweeted, or commented on facebook..but The life I live aint the life I lead. Which is good. Hopefully my blogs take into account of that.

To know me is to..... theres a new me. -Drake

Can't really believe I went and quoted ol' boy, even though my blog is named after his cd which I hope aint slumming like his recent june09-Present material.

I made a mission on New Years Eve: Reach out to everyone one last time by 1-09-10 in hopes to reel them in. But of course, plenty got cement feet, so I'm letting em drown. Glad I saved who I could, but I can't let too many on my boat and expect to make it onto shore. Just maintenance of my mind I guess...

Theres a couple females around. When they matter, I'm sure I wont talk about them. In efforts to be somewhat more personal, and to avoid having a mishap of a girl I'm fucking with knowing a girl I'm talking to [while I'm still single I presume].. I just keep it to myself. I'm liking that idea. Lets see how many times I hear "I dont want to end up in one of your blogs" this year. I'm sure I'll be back around. Less of course, but when I do.. it'll be lengthy reads. Who's drinking? I'm buying. Lets toast to a New Year. I'm different. Clap for him.