Reader's Mail: Is This Guy For Real?

Hey Lucky.

My name is Cindy and I am a big fan of your blog. I honestly just love how you get straight to the point, and let us know what's going down. It makes it so much easier for me to read. At least I know you're not trying to sugarcoat anything.

With someone who has been in a relationship, I need advice, or help. This is long, so brace yourself. Just so you know, I am 18 and inexperienced in every sexual category. I haven't even had my first kiss yet.

There is this guy that I became friends with during Orientation for my college named Harry. That was back in July. Well, we haven't seen each other since then because we have different schedules. So, three days ago, we reunited and it was all hugs and jokes and stuff. So then we talked on AIM and I proposed that we hang out the next day, and he said that we should go play pool in the new lounge that opened up. I agreed.

He brings two people with him the next day. This guy named Kyle, who is pretty cute, but I see him as a friend, and another girl named Kayla. So, we're all playing pool and its an hour later and we are just having so much fun. So then this friend of Kayla comes and hangs out with us and her name is Nicci. But then Kayla has to leave, which leaves me, Nicci, Harry, and Kyle. Me and Nicci become fast friends and are just talking to the boys.

Now . . . Kyle is going CRAZY for Nicci. He's literally pushing up on her and cracking jokes with her and stuff. So, I'm sitting next to Nicci, witnessing this funny escapade, when Harry comes up to me with his music player, playing Falsetto by The Dream and starts grinding on me. I'm just laughing really hard and trying to push him off, but then he hugs me, and starts moaning in my ear and then he kisses it, and then I feel his tongue on my neck and I said slowly, "Um, Harry? Is that your tongue?" And he just says Mhm Hmm and starts kissing my neck and I scream, start laughing and push him off me. He just standing there, laughing hard, too, and he asks, "What? That's the first time someone did that to you?" And I yelled, "Uh, YES!!!"

When we were leaving He kept singing "Pussy Monster" by Lil' Wayne to me (which is all about eating a girl out and drinking her JUICES). And when i bought him some Hawaiian punch he said, "Cindy, do you like me drinking your juice?' I said, "It's not my juice, it's yours." But he said, "You bought it for me, so its your juice." And I said he had a good point. And then he says, "So, how do you feel about me drinking your juice?" I said, "I don't know, Harry. How do you want me to feel?" And he whispers, "I want you to feel good."

And now Harry did it again to me today! I'm hanging out with him, Kyle and Nicci, and we sit down on the couch in the lounge, and he sits on me, takes his Sidekick out, plays Falsetto, says, "You hold this." He handed it to me, and said, "And I do this!" And then he started kissing and licking on my neck and ear. And I was getting realllllllly horny and wet with unbelievable force, and I told him, "Harry! You're making me horny!" And he said "That's the point! Everytime this song comes on, this is what I'ma do." And then he continues, and I sure as hell let him (Because I was enjoying it) and I feel like we're in our own little world, until Kyle interrupts and says he has to go to class, and so we had to walk him. Then Harry, Nicci and I hung out like nothing happened...

And what happened today keeps running constantly in my mind. He's all over me, and I'm tugging on his shirt, and trying hard NOT to moan . . . but . . . he knew what he was doing, and I couldn't help it, and the moaning wouldn't stop coming, and he wouldn't stop . . . I practically soaked myself in those matter of minutes.

The bastard.

Ugh, tell me I'm not a mess!!!!

And now I think I'm falling hard for Harry, and I know I shouldn't!

But the problem is that he's a flirt-a-holic! He loves to flirt with girls! Like today, he was flirting and showing off for a girl, and for some reason I felt mad and uncomfortable, as if he's suppose to only do things like that to ME! See my problem? And he doesn't like me in that way, He just does those things to me. Who knows what he does with other girls?! He is flirting just to flirt but we talk like friends do.

I never knew how bad it was for a good looking girl and a good looking guy to be friends, but, this is too much for me.

Help!

First of all Cindy, thanks for emailing me!

I have been there a few times myself when I was in high school. It sounds like you guys are young, so I'm not at all surprised that he's acting this way to get play.

I would beware. I know this is not what you want to hear, because it feels good, but don't worry. I'll give you another option after this. Moving on...

Be very weary of what he's doing. You said yourself that he flirts with a lot of girls. That instantly devalues the connection that you guys are supposed to have because it's not unique or exclusive. You also felt like it came out of nowhere which is a little sudden. If he really had feelings for you that were deeper than sexual, he would've had a hell of a time letting you know. If he's looking to smash any girl that gives him the faintest of smiles at his advances, he's going to move quick and hard.

I would love to say this is a love story, but it's not. He's definitely horny, and sexually attracted to you, but what happens if you give in to him sexually? How will you be treated? Will you guys be able to coexist? Or will you feel awkward towards each other?

Now, if you are definitely wanting to give in to those urges and can't take anymore, I would say again to be careful. Do not have sex with him if you cannot separate sex from love. If you're just in it to have a physical reaction and then bounce out to watch reruns of "Girlfriends," then you are good to go. If you are a little more invested, as I think you are, you may want to find a neutral male to take that sexual aggression out on, or even try some masturbation to tide you over. Sex is a very intimate and emotional thing. If you can't be emotionally detached, as some people can be, save it for someone who is going to want to be emotionally and spiritually invested in you and a relationship with you.

Also, as a young lady who has not explored sexual territory, he should treat you better. I understand that you are young, but licking on you and playing something like "Falsetto" is basic. What about talking to you, laughing with you, flirting with you by gently moving a hair out of your face, putting his hand in the small of your back, little pecks on your neck or collar bone if you're close to each other, feeding you, and all that good stuff? What about that? Why does he have to descend on you like a crazed caveman?

Then again, I'll be thirty in a few years. Sorry to sound like a big sister or a mom.

Don't give in or try not to give in too soon. Let him prove himself. Matter of fact, see what happens when you don't really pay that much attention to him. If he gets irritated or impatient with you, run. Run for the damned hills!

Good luck!

Forty-six Percent of New AIDS Cases In The South

Sisters in the South, this is alarming so beware. I am blogging from my phone so I am unable to post the link, but Perez Hilton has this on his blog for today.

Why is the stat so high? I think it's many factors: religion, intolerance of gay lifestyles.

I am not saying to accept homosexuality as right, but these are people too and because they have to go underground or be shunned, they may not be getting the education they need about protection. For straight folks, I cite religion and Bible-thumpers who refuse to let sex be discussed in constructive ways because "it's a sin." Sounds like Sarah Palin to me. That's another story though.

This is why it is ever important to talk to our kids about sex. This is why we need to be honest about sex and not sensationalize it.

The South needs to get on track and with the times. People are suffering and something must be done.

What Won't You Do For Your Man?

I am of the opinion that couples should do their best to please each other and I agree that women should do what they can to keep their men happy. There are many things I would do for my man, but there are some things that will get him slapped and left alone if he even asked.

As a woman who has a spiritual relationship with God, I will never do anything that will get in the way of that. Being sexually devious just for shits and giggles is not for me as I have to look myself in the mirror. I won't do anything that could be classified as gay. No sex or intimacy with women at all. Besides if he is at the point where he wants to get down with other women with my permission and patronage, we've got colossal relationship problems. He should be perfectly content with me alone. No double team necessary.

I am willing to try some weird and taboo things like anal, although I will never be a fan of it. I just find it a little too unnatural but I won't strike it out. I am willing to role-play, use props, masks, etc.

A few years ago, an acquaintance on the internet offered to have us go to an orgy/swinger party with him. He said we had to be willing to switch eventually and not trip. I wasn't willing to do that. The thought made me a little ill and I felt dirty just thinking about that.

I wanted fond, happy memories with my baby, not "Oh my God, what have we done/were we thinking" memories.

That's what it all boils down to. Don't ever do anything for anyone sexually that will make you question your true value or worth or even put a price on you. If your partner loves you, they will leave the more extreme things to fantasy or the past.

I am not saying to be rigid either. If your man wants to try the backdoor a little, and you are committed and in love, give it a shot. If he wants a lap dance from you, get on that pole. But if he asks for you to get ran through by a football team while he watches, unless you're really down, tell him you're stock is simply too damned high for all that.

What won't you do for your man?

Erotic Short Story: The Mariachi

*Let me first preface this by saying that this short story is mine. My character will be me, and there will be nothing "extraordinary" about her. She will not have riches unimaginable. She'll be normal just like I am. I mean, the best erotic stories for me are based on real people, not Barbie-doll type characters.*

I awoke to find myself naked in my bed, my body finding refreshment in the crisp, cold sheets. The bedroom window was opened, letting in the crisp Autumn morning breeze.

I felt different though. Instead of lazily dragging myself out of bed, I woke up feeling like I had been issued a new body--like I had been dipped in the cool waters of some ocean far away while I slept and dreamt. Instead of seeing my sheets in order and my pillows relatively neat, I wiped the sleep out of my eyes to find that my bed looked like I had been in a mixed martial arts fight on it.

I looked around trying to orient myself and saw him walk naked from my bathroom. A panic arose in me, almost crippling me before I realized that he wasn't some stranger or rapist who had one hell of a night with me while I was drugged up. A smile came from his luscious lips, showcasing his opalescent teeth in a knowing and mischievous grin. His thick and wavy hair was amazingly perfect, still in its carefully coiffed position. I instinctively felt at my natural ringlets, suddenly conscious that I might look like the bride of Frankenstein. I surveyed him quickly, yet carefully taking in the detail of his naked body. His chest was hairless and defined. He was not a "hard-body," but his physique was perfect. His chest was toned and his arms muscular. I could see hints of what could one day be a "six-pack" for abs and I thanked God for this fortune. His legs were strong and his skin tone was that of caramel, like the kind that I drizzle on ice cream on the nights I stay in. He crawled into bed with me slowly, taking his time to intimidate me with his grin, which spoke of so many pleasures from the night before and the many more to come in a minute.

I couldn't help but smile. It was clear it was a one night stand and when I got a whiff of his cologne, I remembered where I met him.

The night before I met a girlfriend at a Mexican restaurant in a ritzy side of town. We decided to talk about men and her many issues with them. I had been single for some time and happily enjoying a sexless single life which was engulfed by hours upon hours at work. We sat close to an open area in the restaurant, obviously meant for performances. Three latino men stepped out to get set up and I paid no attention at first as I was greeted by a shorter, stubbier gentleman and a taller, stubbier man both with dark complexions and black hair that reminded me of onyx. They had big, bushy mustaches and were sweating profusely under their black mariachi outfits. I began to console her about her latest drama on the internet with her lover, when he walked in. I spotted him in the corner of my eye and looked in his direction almost like he commanded me to stop mid-sentence so that I might stare at him.

We held each other's gaze for some seconds before she tapped me and demanded I finish with my advice. I tried to continue but I kept looking at him, hoping and confirming that he indeed was looking back at me. He smiled at me and I knew it was on.

For 30 minutes, he sang to the crowded restaurant, every once in a while stealing a chance to sing directly to me. I felt uncomfortable that I was aroused to the point of being wet. I hadn't even talked to him and my body longed to take him in.

They finished their last song and thanked everyone before they began setting up to leave. I got up meekly and went to the bar, hoping to get a shot of tequila and a glass of Chardonnay to calm my nerves and my arousal.

I smelled him before he even spoke and got close to me. He smelled sweet and musky. He smelled like seduction and my arousal engulfed me like a tidal wave. I sipped on my wine and he came up next to me to ask for a glass of water. He drank thirstily and looked at me. I didn't have the courage to look back, so I stared at my BlackBerry trying my best to shrink or disappear.

"What's your name?" He asked smiling at me.

"Lucky. What's yours?"

"Carlos. Nice to meet you!"

"Nice to meet you," and I shook his extended hand. We stood there talking for several minutes before I remembered my friend. I thought better of going back and told her that I would have to leave as something came up at the office. I wanted him badly now and had to get him. We spoke about random things, all the while drinking and laughing at the craziness of our lives.

He wasn't from here. He was from Monterey, Mexico. His family was well-off but he chose to go to school here in the US. He loved singing and music, but with accented English and little interest in latino singers, he played gigs at restaurants and weddings to satisfy his passion. We talked for 30 minutes before he touched my hand, as if he was pleading to have me. I grabbed my keys and asked if he wanted to come back to my place for a nightcap. He readily acquiesced.

He followed me to my apartment, and as we got into the elevator to go to my place on the 10th floor, I wanted to renege on my invitation for fear that he would be some axe murderer. There was something in his touch that reassured me when he took my hand in his.

We got settled and sat on my couch while we sipped a Merlot I bought the night before. He said something funny because I laughed a throaty laugh only to find him staring at me. I stopped abruptly and tried to change the subject when he pulled me close to him and kissed me. His lips were soft and moist, and tasted like the Merlot we were drinking. His tongue was hungry and searching and I faded into the scent of his cologne and the pomade in his hair. I was instantly overcome by passion and lust and hungry need for what he wanted to give me. I stood up and unbuttoned my shirt slowly, looking at him and beckoning him to follow me to my room. It seems like the walk took forever, each button seemed to multiply so that my shirt stayed on longer. He walked behind me slowly, surveying my every move like a lion does its prey in the jungle. He was going to take me. He wasn't going to let me give myself to him. I didn't want to either. I wanted him to exercise his force. I turned around to face him and sat back down on my bed, throwing my shirt on the floor. I threw off my shoes, laid back and pulled down my pencil skirt. I sat up and he was undressing, exposing his beautiful body. I held my breath, and I felt my mouth water. I was soaking in between my legs. He must have smelled my essence because his pants came flying off and pushed me back onto the bed.

We writhed and kissed our way under my comforter and it was as if someone said, "Go" because we raced to begging pleasing each other.

He took my hands and pinned them down on the bed next to the bed as he rose up as if he wanted me to see him before he proceeded to give it to me. He licked my neck and then slowly licked his way down to my right breast. He nibbled my breast a little before licking and sucking on my nipple. I groaned with pleasure and he slid his tongue horizontally to my left breast, where he flicked my left nipple to a rock hardness. I moaned again, begging him to put "it" in. I gave him a condom from my nightstand and he put it on to his already throbbing member.

He had no trouble sliding into my wetness and every hair on my body stood. I had goosebumps and I felt as if I was going to cry. He was large and perfectly endowed. He was not too small or too large, just right. With every thrust, he would find my g-spot making it even harder for me to keep some kind of composure. He moaned and whispered "mami" to me gently as he made his campaign to bring me to orgasm. He licked my lips as I felt the onset of my first climax. I grabbed the sheets and took his soft, well-manicured fingers into my mouth and sucked them as I stared into his eyes, daring him to bring me to orgasm again.

He stopped and turned me over, and positioned me on my knees. Before I had a chance to get excited at the prospect of backshots, my favorite position, he forced his way inside of me and his need became more urgent. He gripped my size 10 hips and thrusted in deeper than before, intent on dominating me. He would motion in and out and then as I would come, he would only go in half-way, before going as deep as he could. His hands moved up from hips to my neck where he tried to bring my head backwards so that he could whisper and tease me further.

"You like that, mami? Te gusta, si? You're so wet. I love that you're spilling all over my pinga."

"Yeah, papi. I love it. Give me all of it! Don't stop." I felt like I was dripping all over him. The release was so powerful. He was relentless. He pulled my hair gently and scratched my back softly. He would grab my breasts from behind and play with them while he let his will be done on me sexually.

I came at least four times, each time more mind-blowing than the other. My final orgasm brought his on as well. He moaned loudly, matching my screams. My house could've burned down and I wouldn't have known any better. I was on cloud 9. He collapsed next to me, sweating and his forehead damp. After a few minutes we came down from our nirvana/euphoria and looked at each other with smiles.

We kissed and we talked before falling asleep in each other's arms. The night would bring more lovemaking that would knock me out when we were through.

To be continued...

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