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Monday, February 28, 2011

Nourishment

Feed my mind, I may let you eat my pussy...eat my pussy right and you may be lucky enough to fuck me!!!

Friday, February 18, 2011

Dallas Roman Talks Sex: Hi Loves!  Today we are going to switch things up ...

Dallas Roman Talks Sex: Hi Loves! Today we are going to switch things up ...: "Hi Loves! Today we are going to switch things up a bit. I don't mean to disappoint anyone, however, its imperative that I bring ..."
Hi Loves!  Today we are going to switch things up a bit.  I don't mean to disappoint anyone, however, its imperative that I bring my recent thoughts to the forefront, otherwise, I may lose sleep.  This past week has been rather challenging for me.  Yet, I have prevailed.  I'm looking forward to my glass of Moscato this evening, a nice warm bath and my waterproof rabbit to help relieve the rest of my stress this evening.  My motto has and will always be "An orgasm a day, keeps the stress away".  Normally my daily orgams are at least three, but due to my challenges this week, I have only had a total of four.  Yes, I know...I'm slipping, but I promised myself to get back on track with my cum sessions.

Here's whats on my mind today and has been on my mind since the earlier part of last week.  Men, please pay attention to this message.  Women are flowers, we need to be watered.  If there is no nourishment...IT will die.  IT has so many definitions, yet today the definitiion I am going to address is the one that I am having difficulty with primarily because its the truth and I was forced to take a real long hard look at myself and my surroundings and analyze.  Anyone who knows me can tell you when I analyze, its a very deep process.  Here we go!!! (I will change the names to protect the innocent)

Michael: "Damn Dallas, you have the body of a goddess...but look at your hands"!  Dallas: "What are you talking about"?  Michael: "They are strong hands, that displays masculinity".  Dallas: "Wow! Really?"  Michael: "Yes really!  I know what cloth you are from, so I know you do everything on your own, including a mans job!  I need you to stay soft everywhere!  I'm here now! It's time to relax"!

Michael was right.  Please understand.  I left home when I was 17 and now I'm proud to say I'm in my ripe 40's and can beat just about any 20 or 30 year old in the "stacked body" business.  This is where the problem lies.  I have been moving furniture, boxing, fixing flat tires, changing door locks, changing alternators, doing tune-ups, repairing electronical equipment and kicking asses when need be.  I'm not rough around the edges.  I get 'er done by any means necessary.  I am gentle as a flower!  However, because I have been put into situations where there was no manly physical support except for in the bedroom.  I had to do it!  My family lives out-of-state, so who was left, but me!  Now that my age is ripe (he he he) It has been a battle for me to become submissive in many places including the bedroom.  I like to be on top and in charge.  A "do what the fuck I say" attitude.  All the while longing for a man, to pick my ass up and push me on the bed and tell me what the fuck to do and how to do it.  I like to be taught too damn it!  I don't know "everything" or pretend that I do.  I was looking for a man that understood the difference of me being outside of the house (fierce, pitbull, takes not shit business woman) to the "me" inside the house (im soft, hold me, lead me, teddy bearish). 

I was raised by my Grandmother (she was a minister) Yes it's true what they say about those preacher's kids.  With that being said, this is what I grew up with.  Responsible men, carrying the world's weight on their shoulders and a caring working outside of the home woman taking care of her home, kids and especially her man.  I was accustomed to seeing my Grandfather open the car door, restaurant door, hell...the bathroom door for my grandmother and she expected it to be done at all times.  As it should have been done at all times.  So here we are in 2011. My ass fixing shit that I shouldn't be fixing and doing shit, I shouldnt be doing because "some"..I said "some" damn it! men, or boys dressed in men's clothing, have forgotten or have not been taught how to nourish their plants. 

Here's the result of what can happen.  Not once, have I ever said "I don't need a man!  This is something you will not ever hear me say!  I know for a fact a man is much needed in my life.  I have a really good male friend that I have known since my high-school days.  We communicate everyday.  He calls me for advice on relationships and one night stand scenarios.  He trusts my judgement because he says "eventhough you're female, I appreciate the fact that you think like a man".  Hmmmm "think like a man"?  I could only guess that he was commenting on the fact that some of my advice has been "go ahead, fuck her, then change your number and delete and block her from your facebook page". I'm good with that answer and any advice I give to him, because that is the malehood part that I have been forced to become.  Bottom line.  I need a  good man and I am happy to say that I have found one that opens my car door, calls me when he's on his way home to see if I need anything, allows me to be in control in the bedroom and knows when its time for him to take the control, I allow the control because I trust him to "lead me" and he's just as kinky as I am.  Its sad to say that I'm not used to that, but I am learning how to become submissive. I used to be that way!  He demands authority without ever opening his mouth.  I like that kinda shit.  So maybe in time, my hands will again, take on their once feminine look, possibly nail polish would help. 

"Real Women, appreciate Real Men"!

PSSST....Thank you Mr. Officer!

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Friday, February 11, 2011

Dallas Roman Talks Sex: "Cuff Me"

Dallas Roman Talks Sex: "Cuff Me": "Shame on me, I was a bad girl the other week. Not in the bedroom sense, but in the sense where I literally got a slap on the wrist.&nb..."

"Cuff Me"

Shame on me, I was a bad girl the other week.  Not in the bedroom sense, but in the sense where I literally got a slap on the wrist.  I was running late on time and had a very important meeting to attend.  I despise lateness.  If I say I will be there at 9:00am, count on having a knock on your door at 8:59am with 2 seconds remaining. Hey! its just the way I am.  Anywho...there I was in the middle of rush hour traffic and it always seems when you're in a rush, the traffic around you tends to move in slow motion.  It was one of those days. 

From my end the light was green and turned yellow but the loud siren from the police car that almost side swiped me, let me know I was the  intended target.  "License, registration, insurance please"!!! (pause)....(pause again)..Its something about a man in uniform that gets my pussy wettttt.  Juices in overdrive.  He could be the most unattractive person to me, but if you want my coochy , just put on a damn uniform! (especially the policeman and the marines) I will simply melt. 

I looked at Mr. Officer and gave him the requested information.  Not at one point did I think I was in trouble.  I know when I'm wrong and will admit when I am, but I looked at him and was thinking Dirty Dallas thoughts.  He was 6ft tall, stocky and he had authority.  I creamed my panties.  I didnt want to flirt because I'm certain in his line of work, he gets flirting quite often from "danzels in distress" that have done wrong.  So I played it cool...so I thought.  As he was walking toward his vehicle, my eyes gazed upon his ass..(its getting hot in here) He had the type of ass that you could grab and hold on to and have a nice handful while deep thrusts of sex are being shared. Whew! He returns to his vehicle and he's back there for quite some time.  I'm normally a good girl on the road, so I'm not sure how long it takes to verify information, write a ticket and fuck...I mean, verify information, write a ticket and be on my merry way.  I was starring at him through my rear view mirror and It wasnt just the uniform that turned me on in this case.  Mr. Officer was hot!!! The only thing that was missing was those black leather riding boots, that only policemen can wear and look good in. He was wearing his sunglasses, which prevented me from reading his eyes.  It was the mystery of it all that intrigued me.  His sunglasses also prevented me from seeing that he was also checking me out.  A few more minutes passed and he returned to my car and said "hey, I went easy on you.  You owe me! I don't know how you're going to pay me back, but you owe me!" My nipples are hard at this point and my clit jumped through my navy blue pants, too bad he couldnt see it.  As a law abiding citizen, I like to pay my debt to society therefore, I did what anyone would do...I gave him my number and he gave me his.  I wanted to fuck him right then and there and he knew it.  I also knew he wanted to fuck me at the same moment. 

This is a story that grows daily.  As it progresses I will tell you about it and if you've gotten horny, hard or wet while reading, please by all means visit our website at http://www.shoppssst.com/.  We have the "bad girl and boy" toys.  I think I will grab my waterproof bullet and hop in the shower while I wait for his shift to end.

Monday, February 7, 2011

E.A.T

Have you ever been behind the wheel of your car and found yourself drifting to previous thoughts or events and pass your exit?  So have I.  Yesterday I was on my way to visit a friend and couldnt help but to reflect on the events of the previous evening.  There I was..in an enviorment surrounding by nothing but EAT.  Now EAT is an acronym that I have adopted over the past few days to describe people in certain settings.  I will give you a breakdown on what each letter means, but before I do that, its important for me to explain where I was.  I made my way to a much anticipated networking function that was held at a Premier NightClub in the city I was visiting.  Its "Pure Instinct" for me to be observant of all creatures: male, female and of course, the undecided.  I couldnt help but notice the married couple that sat across the room from me.  The husband was totally out of his comfort zone and merely afraid to look up at the ass and titties that constantly were placed in front of him time and time again.  Whereas his wife, sat beside him and discreetly looked at the fine men that came in her path. These two never got up to dance and barely had a conversation with one another.  So, heres my conclusion.  They don't get out much, he was dragged to this event kicking and screaming and they dont make love anymore, they merely fuck after approximately 5 years of marriage.  I gave the wife my business card.

A few younger fellas almost got brave with me until we made eye contact.  Please understand I'm Ripe, which means if you step to me, you must have it all together.  They knew and I knew they werent ready for what I had to bring.  Game recognizes game.  This is what it will take to get my attention.  Be confident.  I dont bite unless you want me to.  Leave your friend at the table.  I dont want a man who needs a cheering section and dont try to find your swag on your way towards me, remember, I saw you 30 minutes prior to you seeing me.  I love a man that can bring a good conversation and laughs!  Be Yourself and you may have had a chance.

I enjoyed myself purely from people watching and analyzing.  Yes, the networking piece was totally in place.  Oh and by the way..to the Mister that I had that wonderful conversation with toward the end of the night.  I know you looked at my titties 5 times or more...ohhhhh weeee baby. Its all good! eventhough I was dressed in a suit, the twins always like to take a peak around every now and then!!!  Where was I?  Oh yes, networking.  I sat at the bar due to my main objective was strictly business and again, talk about entertainment.  The young ladies that were working hard serving drinks and placing orders amazed me.  They went from barely working due to the amount of cocktail requests to working their asses off and sweating due to the increased amount of requests for cocktails.  You've earned my respect ladies, and because I could see everyone and everything, the fellas and ladies on the opposite side of the bar couldnt help but to notice your asses.  People!  Again, I see everything..I may not say much, but I see it all.

Lets get to EAT.  Such a simple Acronym and again, I was surrounded by it all on Saturday Evening. 

EAT = Egos, Ass and Titties

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Entertainment

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Snow Day

85% of the United States and Canada has been affected by the Winter Snow Storm.  Please share with me how you keep the firing roaring between you and your partner during times like these.