Alternative Sunday Service: Clits,Big Dicks, Whips and Fetishes

On Facebook I announced my return to the blogging world and made it quite clear that my return would be hardcore, I want to talk about all aspects of sexuality.

Putting the blog back up has been bittersweet as I waded through old blog posts, read accounts of experiences and thought “Fuck”, a lot has happened this year, so much so that I had to stop and think about whether I could continue personal blogging. Writing about your life is therapeutic to a certain extent but after a while it can be a bit, well, me, me and did I forget to mention me!!

Fetish is still taboo, kink is often seen as perverse – in fact oral sex to some is similar to commiting a crime. Where does it say thou shall not suck dick or eat pussy, where? Show me because I would really like to know.

In the few months that I have been away from the blog, I met people who had fetishes or sexual preferences that they were hiding from their friends and partners. They knew that to tell them, to say openly “I like being fucked up the arse” would result in the friendship / relationship ending.

My first blog Nasty Black Chick was raw, raw in the sense that I felt like I had nothing to lose, so I blogged daily more or less about sexuality, I set up Black Fetish Queen afterwards and put both blogs into Black, Kinky and Proud. Yet, after having a conversation last night it was brought to my attention that this blog is a lot milder then Nasty Black Chick was, I agree.

Back then I was eager to talk about sexuality, so hungry for it…now I feel exposed after having all of my personal stuff out there for people to read but then was it really my stuff?

My blog persona is so far removed from who I really am…so I will put some of the more popular posts back up as I have always maintained that the blog was a mix of fact and fiction, and not necessarily my fact.

What can I say now about sex, that I have not said before, maybe nothing.

Why am I getting messages from black men wanting to be fucked up the arse with a strap on, they claim that I understand them they feel that I won’t judge.

It is a fucking shame that these men are not able to get what they want, it is a shame because some tosser has probably accused them of being a pervert for wanting something that they find pleasureable. I have said it so many times, prostate orgasms!! Wear a rubber glove, cover it with lube and finger his arse, wank his cock at the same time, the result is one very happy man.

A man that is so comfortable with his sexuality is a turn on, I tried explaining this weeks ago and for the most part the response was shock and a total lack of understanding. I feel that the real reason for men not being more open about the whole strap on thing is the issue of being judged.

For many it is more acceptable for a woman to strap another woman, why? Does the gender of the person getting strapped really matter?

Men fuck women and other men, depending on their sexual preferences, so why is it taboo for a woman to fuck a man? Strapping a man is a serious workout for the thighs, sorry if I am going over things of blogs past but it is what it is. The point I’m trying to make here is that there are so many people who are having to repress their sexuality.

If your thing is anal and your partner is not up for it, you can sit and suffer in silence or think “Fuck this”, bugger off and get it somewhere else.

So what exactly have I got planned this time around for the blog, well it is supposed to be a blogzine, so hopefully I will get to work with other bloggers, writers and poets.

The main thing is I want to be open, open to sexuality, the books are still on my agenda and I will publish them as soon as I can.

A personal message for my readers, thank you so much for reading my blog especially to those who have become friends.

Sex is a beautiful gift, thank your lover, your partner, your link, your buddy when you are getting those toe curling orgasms!!

Self-love is not a sin, get the vibrator out, use that wand, wank that dick, rub that clit.

Enjoy your Sunday

x

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Mr Wicked Tongue

They say in order to find yourself, time and space are necessary.

Is that true?

Perhaps, maybe that’s why on a cold Monday morning, she left the minutes for the board meeting on her manager’s floor, with a note affixed saying “Stuff your job”. She gave the security guard a hug and left.

Without thinking about it she booked a flight, the locals gave her a quick once over and mouthed “Foreigner”, but that was the least of her worries. There she was jobless, fuckless, broke and that is when she saw him.

He was standing at the bar, white string vest, locks tied in a bun, sipping a cold beer.

“Fuck”, she sighed.

The bartender, smiled, he had seen it all before, the ladies always fell for Mr Wicked Tongue, yet this one she was hard to read not really giving away much – not even smiling.

“May I buy you drink, you look hot like you need something to sip on” he said, looking her over and licking his lips at the same time.

She nodded and accepted the drink, checked that he wasn’t some nutter, but he seemed alright besides he was the bartender.

Why she is making this hard for me? He could not figure her out.

By now he should have had the number to her room, by now he should have been between her legs, tasting her juices and feeling them on his beard and chin.

She knew what he wanted, she knew that she wanted his thick tongue in her pussy. The ladies in the hair salon had told her “Go to the bar at the top and look for Wicked Tongue, ask for him if you have to”.

He looked at her, she looked at him, she put her hands in his and walked with him and got on the back of his Kawasaki. She felt like she was floating, and that was when she realised that this was what it was like to escape.

They stepped into the waterfall shower, he caressed her skin with his fingers, she moaned “That feels so nice”. She could not quite believe it, she was standing naked with a man, she had just met.

His cock looked so inviting so, she got on her knees and placed him in her mouth, sucked while he leaned against the wall.

She looked over to the bed and he followed her, taking his time to massage her with oils. He pulled her close and she nibbled on his bottom lip.

She felt his hands on her thighs, his tongue on her clit. He was making her come, he was doing exactly what he said he would.

Was the room spinning?

Her legs went stiff, his tongue went deeper, she held on to the sheets, then grabbed his hair. I’m going to want more she thought, I’m going to need more. He could taste her, she was sweet.

She raised her hips and felt his tongue go inside her pussy. His mouth, lips and tongue created new sensations for her, how was he able to do this, to make her come like this.

His cock was stiff and hard, she wanted it, at first she could not take it he kissed her neck, licked her nipples and just like an expert eased his way in. He gave her a good fuck, the fuck that ends all other fucks, if you know what I mean.

For her it was ecstatic, she motioned for him to lay down with her, she lay on his chest his arms wrapped around her like a blanket.

“So, you are Mr Wicked Tongue”, she said, smiling, pussy wet, legs still trembling and memories of enough orgasms to last her lifetime.

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The Open Letter….

For the lover
who taught my clit
the meaning
of being orally gifted

To the lips that parted my own
and made me sigh and groan

For the hands that caressed my skin
and taught me that to enjoy sex is not
a sin

I am forever grateful

A moment’s pleasure gave my mind
clarity and my body a new lease of life

In the midst of orgasmic sighs and your hands on my thighs

I forgot to say
Thank You…

Copyright Pashun Nate

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