Limits

A woman should always know her limits. This is the most critical element to your satisfaction in life. Whether its how much cream to take in your coffee, or inches you can handle...know your limits. For me, in sex its simple.....I like a man who sacrifices for my pleasure.

Because I think I was dirty, nasty slut in another life:) I tend to like my sex nasty mostly. You know, sweaty slapping bodies, nibbles and bites that just break the border of bearable, the smell of juices, saliva on and in every crevice, name calling (but for bitch), role playing and in general visual stimulation.

I like the sight of a black man's big dick, but I know I my limit is eight inches with two or so inches of girth. I know I like:

- being on top, on the bottom, on my knees, on my back
- being taken from behind in 6 inch heels with fish net panty-hose
- knowing that someone is listening to my groans and vulgar utterances
- tasting my juices on his dick
- hearing him moan, not like a bitch, but those little ones that escape him inspite of his tight grip on self ( that really turns me on - it makes me know that the pleasure is mutual and that strokes my ego, simple really)
- getting fucked in front of the mirror
- watching him do a strip tease, muscles rippling, his chocolate brown skin glistening and that pretty smile
- being teased to the point of utter frustration, this makes me more than wet
- searching for his sensitive spot with my tongue...wishing I could over power him, just once and have him feel how I feel when he teases me so

I like a man who fights the urge to lay himself down, bending instead to my will to look up at his face as I suck. One who caresses the bulge in my cheek with sweet force, a man who is attracted by my big eyes looking up at him with complete and absolute lust. A man who shows me in certain terms that I make him hard...no fluff, just unadulterated wanting, a limitless being when it comes to being pleased by the flesh, a maestro who knows that a woman does her best work resting on her heels. I like a man who knows that I like the weight of his dick resting on my face as I lick his balls and possibly his ass. I like a man who accepts that I am "touchy-feely" and will not mistake my caressing his body in the afterglow as an invitation to ravage me again, or to come into my heart.

As you can see, there are several things I like but there are two things I can't handle....watching him trying to be my buddy and a man who confuses the slutty me when his dick is pleasing me with the me outside of his bed.