<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484646923076045554</id><updated>2011-12-18T13:29:06.759-05:00</updated><category term='Escorts'/><category term='Fetish of the week'/><category term='nerdy'/><category term='squirting.'/><category term='Strippers'/><category term='cumming'/><category term='What to do when..............................'/><category term='Taboo Mondays'/><category term='what to do when'/><category term='Freak of the Week'/><category term='Cheating'/><title type='text'>After Dark Actions</title><subtitle type='html'>Providing a place for exploration of the mind as well as the body</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8484646923076045554/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>CamE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13828101257729273794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SoHaeUiNTHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/6EU_pcEmZog/S220/102_0101.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484646923076045554.post-8410469860249211395</id><published>2011-02-28T17:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T19:34:41.881-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want One So Bad ;)</title><content type='html'>When I was in my late teens, I had a shoe box filled with many sexual toys, a whip and handcuffs. I kept the box hidden in my closet on the top shelf underneth some clothes. My boyfriend at the time took me to a novelty shop. I had never been to one before. One side was filled with practical joke whoopee cushions &amp;nbsp;and other novelty things but, the other side was a dream come true. The other side was filled with dildos, vibrators, anal toys, and masturbators. I picked out a variety of toys and was very excited to &amp;nbsp; using them alone and with my partner. One day I came home and looked in my closet and discovered that my shoe box was missing. I tore my room apart. I looked everywhere for my toys and could not find them. I came to discovered that my mother went through my room and found my box and threw it in the trash. We had a long talk about respecting her house and following her rules. I told her that I was sorry for disrespecting her and her so called rules but in my heart I was hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She really had no right going through my things. I was a good student who stayed out of trouble and did what I was told. The only time you should go through your childs things are if you suspect that they are doing drugs or other things that may harm them and others. I never did drugs and I did not give any other warning signs of a teen out of control. I felt that I was at an age where I should be free to explore my body and discover the many sides of masturbation and pleasure. I've been on quest to replace my beloved lost treasures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While on this quest, I&amp;nbsp;discovered a lovely new blog that reviews sex toys.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.dangerouslilly.com/tag/toy-storage"&gt;This Could Be Dangerous&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;is a wonderful site that not only reviews toys but educates on the safety of them. I came across a storage box called the devine&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;playchest. It is describe as a luxurious piece to store your most precious sex toys. The chest has plenty of room, pockets and holding loops and includes a key. I'm going to spoil myself with one very soon and let you all know how it worked out for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8484646923076045554-8410469860249211395?l=afterdarkactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/feeds/8410469860249211395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-want-one-so-bad.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8484646923076045554/posts/default/8410469860249211395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8484646923076045554/posts/default/8410469860249211395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-want-one-so-bad.html' title='I Want One So Bad ;)'/><author><name>CamE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13828101257729273794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SoHaeUiNTHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/6EU_pcEmZog/S220/102_0101.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484646923076045554.post-7534413807078790225</id><published>2011-02-10T14:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T14:39:18.450-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fetish of the week'/><title type='text'>Pussy Pumping</title><content type='html'>Recently, I was looking for a new sex toy to enhance my masturbation sessions when i stumble upon a device called a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clitoral_pump"&gt;Clitoral Pump&lt;/a&gt;. I was surprise and fascinated because I only thought they were made for men. The pump is suppose to bring more blood flow and create suction. They come in many different shapes and sizes to enhance stimulation. I'm very interested in trying one of these beauties....maybe :)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN5csb00kEw/TVQ-wQYAPJI/AAAAAAAAAGE/G0rsUaNXZ28/s1600/pucker_up_vagina_depot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN5csb00kEw/TVQ-wQYAPJI/AAAAAAAAAGE/G0rsUaNXZ28/s1600/pucker_up_vagina_depot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8484646923076045554-7534413807078790225?l=afterdarkactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/feeds/7534413807078790225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/2011/02/pussy-pumping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8484646923076045554/posts/default/7534413807078790225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8484646923076045554/posts/default/7534413807078790225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/2011/02/pussy-pumping.html' title='Pussy Pumping'/><author><name>CamE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13828101257729273794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SoHaeUiNTHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/6EU_pcEmZog/S220/102_0101.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN5csb00kEw/TVQ-wQYAPJI/AAAAAAAAAGE/G0rsUaNXZ28/s72-c/pucker_up_vagina_depot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484646923076045554.post-3757278684176964255</id><published>2011-02-01T20:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T20:20:41.577-05:00</updated><title type='text'>After the Change (Long Time No See)</title><content type='html'>Yeah i know it's been awhile sine i've been in action but i got lost. I went through some changes and came to the realization that something was missing and found my way back home. Starting with this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update............&lt;br /&gt;My lover and I are still on our roller coaster of a love affair. Our love has grown. We spend days putting the pieces of our broken civil marriage back together. My favorite memory is a saturday afternoon we spent together. We went beyond the boring sex that was famously know between us. We rubbed, licked and discovered other sexual places we have never been before. This afternoon lead to other countless days and many new positions. I found a new love for him and his affection for me grew more and more. We are now exploring new territory as one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/TUixQnALDWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/FaUX-1EuLQc/s1600/Black+Love.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="208" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/TUixQnALDWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/FaUX-1EuLQc/s320/Black+Love.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8484646923076045554-3757278684176964255?l=afterdarkactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/feeds/3757278684176964255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/2011/02/after-change-long-time-no-see.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8484646923076045554/posts/default/3757278684176964255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8484646923076045554/posts/default/3757278684176964255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/2011/02/after-change-long-time-no-see.html' title='After the Change (Long Time No See)'/><author><name>CamE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13828101257729273794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SoHaeUiNTHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/6EU_pcEmZog/S220/102_0101.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/TUixQnALDWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/FaUX-1EuLQc/s72-c/Black+Love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484646923076045554.post-712089706973592652</id><published>2010-03-17T21:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T21:24:41.245-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Going through changes</title><content type='html'>So i've been away for awhile. I've had some thinking to do, some growing. I've changed my thinking, my way of &amp;nbsp;learning. I've pushed fear into the back of my mind and let a new person be reborn. I've let the sexual shame that was put on me by mother go. I've realize that in order to be free, i had to just be me. No more lying, no more hiding. Just me. I let it be known to my significant other that he wasn't the only one that i've shared my body with. His response, "i still love you". This led me to question him about the sharing of his body with someone else. "Yes" was the answer the fell from his lips. The jealous part of me wanted to scream. Hit him. Make him feel the pain i put my heart through. The other part of me wanted to run. Run away from the same routine that our relationship had become. I saw this as a way out, my get out of jail free card. I had been in prison of a sexless, boring relationship. We had become familiar with each other. I suggest that we take a break. A cooling period. He did not agree to this. He wanted to have his cake and eat it too. I wanted to shove that cake in his face and make him see that i was no longer the girl he fell in love with. I was a changed woman. I want to be free. So what will become of this. Will we still remain in this love game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8484646923076045554-712089706973592652?l=afterdarkactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/feeds/712089706973592652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/2010/03/going-through-changes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8484646923076045554/posts/default/712089706973592652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8484646923076045554/posts/default/712089706973592652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/2010/03/going-through-changes.html' title='Going through changes'/><author><name>CamE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13828101257729273794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SoHaeUiNTHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/6EU_pcEmZog/S220/102_0101.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484646923076045554.post-7964558094876900056</id><published>2010-01-03T10:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T10:22:08.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Been A While</title><content type='html'>I know it's been a month since the last time i've shared anything with you all. I have no excuse and&amp;nbsp; i am very sorry for the lack of attention. First i want to say happy new year to everyone and hope that 2010 will be a great year for everyone. Starting tommorrow, i will be back giving you the juice and details on all of the after dark actions that have been going down. Untill then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Came&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8484646923076045554-7964558094876900056?l=afterdarkactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/feeds/7964558094876900056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-been-while.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8484646923076045554/posts/default/7964558094876900056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8484646923076045554/posts/default/7964558094876900056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-been-while.html' title='Its Been A While'/><author><name>CamE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13828101257729273794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SoHaeUiNTHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/6EU_pcEmZog/S220/102_0101.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484646923076045554.post-2399933343468955030</id><published>2009-12-03T12:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T12:20:48.139-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To Bi or Not To Bi</title><content type='html'>Is it ok to call yourself bisexual if you've never had a sexual experince?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8484646923076045554-2399933343468955030?l=afterdarkactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/feeds/2399933343468955030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/2009/12/to-bi-or-not-to-bi.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8484646923076045554/posts/default/2399933343468955030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8484646923076045554/posts/default/2399933343468955030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/2009/12/to-bi-or-not-to-bi.html' title='To Bi or Not To Bi'/><author><name>CamE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13828101257729273794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SoHaeUiNTHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/6EU_pcEmZog/S220/102_0101.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484646923076045554.post-6683798724706754468</id><published>2009-11-20T14:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T19:55:39.407-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On My Worst Behavior</title><content type='html'>Living this double life of fantasy and reality is a whirlwind. I have to make sure I don't scream out the wrong name, cover up all the bite marks, rug burn and back scratches. I call myself wanting to try something new and nasty(hubby has not reach this point yet) so, I asked officer D if we could use his handcuffs on me. Its hard to explain to my man why I have ring marks around my wrist (I bruise easily)! I have to confess, i like walking around with reminders of my encounters with the officer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8484646923076045554-6683798724706754468?l=afterdarkactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/feeds/6683798724706754468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/2009/11/on-my-worst-behavior.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8484646923076045554/posts/default/6683798724706754468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8484646923076045554/posts/default/6683798724706754468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/2009/11/on-my-worst-behavior.html' title='On My Worst Behavior'/><author><name>CamE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13828101257729273794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SoHaeUiNTHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/6EU_pcEmZog/S220/102_0101.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484646923076045554.post-5086484831279717876</id><published>2009-11-12T13:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T13:19:31.188-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cheating'/><title type='text'>So you won't be lost</title><content type='html'>I started this blog to express my opinion of certain topics that i thought were void, taboo and not talked about in the african american community. What this has become so far is a confessional of recent events in my sexual life.&amp;nbsp; I wanted to address this so that if you were here from the beginning and notice a change that you would not get lost in the transition. I thank everyone who comes, reads and follows my blog. I will continue to do my best in give you my opinion and the juice on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to the real post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm cheating. that's the my confession for the week. I've heard that women cheat because they feel ignored by their significant other. Men cheat beacuse they feel ignored in the bedroom. Well, i'm far from being ignored by my man. He's what black women who claim they can't find a man a good one. He's college educated, good looking, has a great job,(he doesn't like it but it pays the bills.) a car and treats me like a queen. The only thing i have a problem with is our sex life. We don't live together (but we're working on that) and we only have sex at lease once or twice a month. I know your saying that's no excuse but come on! My ex and i didn't live together and we had sex every week(at lease two times a day) In his car, his house, my house. You name we've done it. Although the MutherFu*ker cheated on me, i find myself longing for his dick( yes just his dick). He knew how to put it on a sister and he knew it too.That's why he cheated. I love my man very much and i have express my concerns about the lack of sex that we are having. He has taken my concerns into conceration and he's trying to make some changes but i need more. I guess that's why when i got my chance with the J (&lt;a href="http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/2009/11/accident.html"&gt;read this &lt;/a&gt;) i took it. We have had several meetings since then and i don't feel bad about them. So why stay with my man if i did what i did? We've been together for so long and i feel like he's the one i would love to marry and have children with.(selfish,i know) You only have one life to live why live it unhappy. SO I want your opinion. Have you ever cheated? Would you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SvxRSAeztOI/AAAAAAAAAFM/MRY9r2KCQBo/s1600-h/6192-jada-fire.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SvxRSAeztOI/AAAAAAAAAFM/MRY9r2KCQBo/s200/6192-jada-fire.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;P.S&amp;nbsp; Happy HNT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8484646923076045554-5086484831279717876?l=afterdarkactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/feeds/5086484831279717876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-you-wont-be-lost.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8484646923076045554/posts/default/5086484831279717876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8484646923076045554/posts/default/5086484831279717876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-you-wont-be-lost.html' title='So you won&apos;t be lost'/><author><name>CamE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13828101257729273794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SoHaeUiNTHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/6EU_pcEmZog/S220/102_0101.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SvxRSAeztOI/AAAAAAAAAFM/MRY9r2KCQBo/s72-c/6192-jada-fire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484646923076045554.post-2071191674897682072</id><published>2009-11-10T22:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T22:15:50.494-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We meet and i am taken to a unfamiliar place &lt;br /&gt;I am told the rules and the law laid to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is strictly for pleasure&lt;br /&gt;This is only between us&lt;br /&gt;Do as you are told"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing in the middle of the floor&lt;br /&gt;I am examine from head to toe&lt;br /&gt;He stands behind me&lt;br /&gt;leans into my ear&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are so sexy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chills run down my back&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;His hand glides down my spine&lt;br /&gt;landing on my ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He rubs it,squeezes&amp;nbsp; it&lt;br /&gt;I want his dick between it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"take your clothes off."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am caught off guard by this&lt;br /&gt;Fear takes over me&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I have never been naked&lt;br /&gt;in front of another man&lt;br /&gt;except hubby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what are you waiting for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do it" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afraid &lt;br /&gt;I do as i am told&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Slowly " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With his eyes on me&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I start unbuttoning my shirt&lt;br /&gt;slow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a sexy voice &lt;br /&gt;I ask &lt;br /&gt;"like this"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I toss my shirt to the floor&lt;br /&gt;Place my hand on my pants&lt;br /&gt;slowly unbutton them&lt;br /&gt;they meet the same fate&lt;br /&gt;as my shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I begin to unhook my bar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"leave it on"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put my hand down &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sit down"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I place my firm ass on the soft&lt;br /&gt;leather love seat&lt;br /&gt;It was the most comfortable&lt;br /&gt;I felt all night&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walks towards me&lt;br /&gt;My panties are soaked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parting his lips &lt;br /&gt;He spoke &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you trust me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I speak the words&lt;br /&gt;before i could think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pulls out a black silk scarf &lt;br /&gt;I smile as i realize&lt;br /&gt;One of my fantasies&lt;br /&gt;is about to come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He comes closer to me&lt;br /&gt;lowers himself to my level&lt;br /&gt;and covers my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I am in complete darkness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kisses me&lt;br /&gt;on my neck&lt;br /&gt;my cheek&lt;br /&gt;my lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lingers there &lt;br /&gt;and our tongues begin&lt;br /&gt;a dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We break our embrace&lt;br /&gt;Another order comes&lt;br /&gt;my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Spread your legs open"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do as i am told&lt;br /&gt;yet less fearful &lt;br /&gt;then before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pulls my panties to the side&lt;br /&gt;revels my pretty pussy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel him admiring her&lt;br /&gt;licking his lips &lt;br /&gt;smelling her&lt;br /&gt;he slides his finger in&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dripping&lt;br /&gt;all on his fingers &lt;br /&gt;as he pulls it&lt;br /&gt;out and forces it in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slow at first&lt;br /&gt;teasing me&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;in&lt;br /&gt;out&lt;br /&gt;in out in out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I catch his rhythm&lt;br /&gt;rocking my hips&lt;br /&gt;to his groove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He begins to explore her with his tounge&lt;br /&gt;licking her, sucking her&lt;br /&gt;never loosing our groove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take it anymore&lt;br /&gt;and i expload&lt;br /&gt;my whole body rocks &lt;br /&gt;cumming all over his face&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;He licks it up&lt;br /&gt;Kisses my thigh&lt;br /&gt;and i get ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for round 2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8484646923076045554-2071191674897682072?l=afterdarkactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/feeds/2071191674897682072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/2009/11/we-meet-and-i-am-taken-to-unfamiliar.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8484646923076045554/posts/default/2071191674897682072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8484646923076045554/posts/default/2071191674897682072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/2009/11/we-meet-and-i-am-taken-to-unfamiliar.html' title=''/><author><name>CamE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13828101257729273794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SoHaeUiNTHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/6EU_pcEmZog/S220/102_0101.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484646923076045554.post-2192462979693882683</id><published>2009-11-09T19:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T19:16:23.752-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He Found Me</title><content type='html'>I got a call on my cell&lt;br /&gt;To my surprise it was him&lt;br /&gt;Remembering out encounter&lt;br /&gt;my kitty got wett&lt;br /&gt;It purr and moan as he spoke&lt;br /&gt;those words&lt;br /&gt;"Can I see you again"&lt;br /&gt;Hesitant....I stop to think&lt;br /&gt;What benefit may i get from this&lt;br /&gt;My body's wanting, needing, begging&lt;br /&gt;to end this drought&lt;br /&gt;My heart is resistant&lt;br /&gt;Do I really want this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Meet me in 15&lt;br /&gt;at our spot"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8484646923076045554-2192462979693882683?l=afterdarkactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/feeds/2192462979693882683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/2009/11/he-found-me.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8484646923076045554/posts/default/2192462979693882683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8484646923076045554/posts/default/2192462979693882683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/2009/11/he-found-me.html' title='He Found Me'/><author><name>CamE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13828101257729273794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SoHaeUiNTHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/6EU_pcEmZog/S220/102_0101.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484646923076045554.post-4646576794926815165</id><published>2009-11-05T16:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T16:01:55.721-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Accident</title><content type='html'>Hi. Sorry i have not been posting a lot lately. I had a very busy weekend. My birthday was on Halloween and i got in a car accident the next day. I was not at fault but i was driving without insurance. In my state that is against the law. I was nervous, sad and upset. Nervous because i knew i was going to jail. Sad because my poor car was a wreck and upset because none of this would have happen if that lady would have pulled out in front of me. After the ambulance came and check everyone out ( and took the other driver to the hospital because she claimed she was hurt.) , the police officer was getting our information. After a minute he came over to me and told me that my insurance was no good and that i need to step over to his car. Now he was not a bad looking man. He was tall, brown skin, and bald headed. I have a thing for bald headed men.&amp;nbsp; He open the back door&amp;nbsp; and i stepped in. My nerves were allover the place. I could feel my heart beating out my chest. The officer gets in to the car and turns his radio off. He turns around and looks at me. He said that he was suppose to take me to jail but he was not going to if we could work something out. Looking at him i said in my sexy voice "what do you have in mind officer"? He said he knows of a spot were we could workout this misunderstanding. Thanking God that i had pull my self together before i left the house, i told him let's go. He drove us to abandon building and parks behind it. He steps out of the front of the car and gets into the back seat. i move over and gave him some space. Although i knew what was about to go down, i was scared. I didn't know this man and he didn't know me. As he stared at my breast,&amp;nbsp; i could feel that heat build up between us. I looked at him and said "So what kind of pay off plan do i need to make sir".? " Well he said (still staring at my girls) i need to teach you a lesson . He pulled me close to him and put one hand on my breast and the other one up my shirt. I said " well I've been known to give some good head". i could see the excitement in his eyes and the bulge in his pants. " my i pull your dick out for you sir. The yes in his eyes said i could.&amp;nbsp; I proceed to unbuckle his pants and pull his zipper down. I reach into his boxers and pull out the most big beautiful dick i have ever seen. I begin to lean down and go to work on the chocolate dick. He puts his hand on the back of my head .&amp;nbsp; Griping my lips around his dick, i get a rhythm going. He begins to push my head further and further into his lap and I'm loving it. i feel his dick throbbing in my mouth. His cries of pleasure feel the car as he explodes in my mouth. I slurp up all the cum the escape my mouth. After we finish our business transaction, he&amp;nbsp; told me not to tell anyone about this and took me back to my place. i will never forget this night and no matter how slutty i may have acted, it got me a get out jail free card.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8484646923076045554-4646576794926815165?l=afterdarkactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/feeds/4646576794926815165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/2009/11/accident.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8484646923076045554/posts/default/4646576794926815165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8484646923076045554/posts/default/4646576794926815165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/2009/11/accident.html' title='The Accident'/><author><name>CamE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13828101257729273794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SoHaeUiNTHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/6EU_pcEmZog/S220/102_0101.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484646923076045554.post-1839797900483243421</id><published>2009-10-26T21:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T21:41:56.825-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions, Questions, Questions,</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I saw these questions on&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://nocturnalchat.blogspot.com/2009/10/quiz-time-thanks-bms.html?zx=fb78a9418e2babe9"&gt;The Filthy Ramblings of a Dirty Girl on Lock&amp;nbsp; &lt;/a&gt;who found them on&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.betweenmysheets.com/index.php/quiz-time"&gt;www.betweenmysheets.com&lt;/a&gt;. These are some good questions and i decided to do something different today enjoy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you still friends with the person you lost your virginity to?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. He was what society would call my high school sweetheart but all he did was break my heart and cheat on me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you have any sexual regrets?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I have two. The first one is i had sex with my ex boyfriend's friend. We only did it to get back at my ex and in the end it backfired because the sex was lame and was not worth giving up my good pussy. The second one was i slept with a co worker who had a little dick....Lets just say I&amp;nbsp; will NOT sleep with a co worker again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you could, how often would you have sex?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now since I'm going through a dry spell and i only get it once&amp;nbsp; a month, i would have sex at least four times a week. Two times a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have you ever had bruises from sex?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. my man likes to spank me and can take it a little to far but that's the only time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How often do you masturbate?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since i'm going through my dry spell, i do it every night when i'm in the mood or need to get some sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What do you think of when you masturbate?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the town slut and i get a text from one of my many men but when i get to his house, it's his wife and she wants to confront me but we end up fucking and the gardener sees us through the window and decides to join us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is your favorite body part on the opposite sex?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The penis. I love everything about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When is the last time you had sex?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday. And the shit was good. I guess when you only get every now and then it's going to be good regardless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you happy with you sex life?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only reason i am not happy is because my man and i don't live with each other and i can't have him like i want to and we both work crazy jobs but we do make time for some good sex. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you believe in monogamy?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. That only pertains to being with someone you really care about or married to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you believe in “the one”?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes i do. I feel like i have found the one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to answer these questions as a comment or on your own blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8484646923076045554-1839797900483243421?l=afterdarkactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/feeds/1839797900483243421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/2009/10/questions-questions-questions.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8484646923076045554/posts/default/1839797900483243421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8484646923076045554/posts/default/1839797900483243421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/2009/10/questions-questions-questions.html' title='Questions, Questions, Questions,'/><author><name>CamE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13828101257729273794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SoHaeUiNTHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/6EU_pcEmZog/S220/102_0101.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484646923076045554.post-8415275076219533524</id><published>2009-10-19T23:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T23:38:58.421-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taboo Mondays'/><title type='text'>Why (some) Black Women Won't Give Head?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/St0wyEHSbcI/AAAAAAAAAFE/5PZj7ILuTWM/s1600-h/ebony-pornstar-promise-hardcore-oral-sex-scene2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/St0wyEHSbcI/AAAAAAAAAFE/5PZj7ILuTWM/s320/ebony-pornstar-promise-hardcore-oral-sex-scene2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;This topic for me a is a sensitive subject. I love to have oral sex with a man. It's the one thing that gets me excited when i'm having sex. I love the way a man moans and forces his dick in my mouth. So why when i talk about this subject with other black women, they find it offensive and nasty. Most of them judge me and make up in their minds that i am freak. Well, to be honest i am a freak and if being with my man for the last five years doesn't justify my awesome head giving skill then i don't know what will. I know men who will leave a women just because she won't go down on him. I feel that this is apart of what having sex is mostly about. Yes, sometimes i want the romantic part of it ( that gets borning after while especailly for a man)but, i also like it rough and dirty. So if you a woman of color and your offened by this, then you might want to get on your knees....think about it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8484646923076045554-8415275076219533524?l=afterdarkactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/feeds/8415275076219533524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/2009/10/why-some-black-women-wont-give-head.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8484646923076045554/posts/default/8415275076219533524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8484646923076045554/posts/default/8415275076219533524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/2009/10/why-some-black-women-wont-give-head.html' title='Why (some) Black Women Won&apos;t Give Head?'/><author><name>CamE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13828101257729273794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SoHaeUiNTHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/6EU_pcEmZog/S220/102_0101.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/St0wyEHSbcI/AAAAAAAAAFE/5PZj7ILuTWM/s72-c/ebony-pornstar-promise-hardcore-oral-sex-scene2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484646923076045554.post-3685088204758602868</id><published>2009-10-14T11:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T12:41:38.110-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fetish of the week'/><title type='text'>Two of a kind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/StX7PU1LXMI/AAAAAAAAAE0/efhY4Iu-W-8/s1600-h/Copy+of+102_0580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/StX7PU1LXMI/AAAAAAAAAE0/efhY4Iu-W-8/s320/Copy+of+102_0580.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392492369554398402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have big enormous breast. How big you ask? Try 44ddd. (yeah that's big) i love the girls don't get me wrong but they are somethings i would like to change about them.  A lift here, a pull there i  want them to sit up like they do when i put my bar on. Most men i meet are attracted to me for two reasons. 1. I hold a good conversation with them and 2 my breast (not in the order). I don't understand the fetish over big breast. Although i do have attraction to women, i don't have this fetish. I like them big and small.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8484646923076045554-3685088204758602868?l=afterdarkactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/feeds/3685088204758602868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/2009/10/two-of-kind.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8484646923076045554/posts/default/3685088204758602868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8484646923076045554/posts/default/3685088204758602868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/2009/10/two-of-kind.html' title='Two of a kind'/><author><name>CamE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13828101257729273794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SoHaeUiNTHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/6EU_pcEmZog/S220/102_0101.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/StX7PU1LXMI/AAAAAAAAAE0/efhY4Iu-W-8/s72-c/Copy+of+102_0580.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484646923076045554.post-1032487308045375465</id><published>2009-10-13T22:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T23:21:00.671-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What to do when..............................'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/StVDRT4VbFI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WZbT4-6FaA/s1600-h/Boring_sex_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 197px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/StVDRT4VbFI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WZbT4-6FaA/s320/Boring_sex_001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392290093519432786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;When i have sex i like to make a lot of noise. I make so much noise that my boyfriend has to put his hand over my mouth to shut me up sometimes( even though that turns me on ) So what i want to know is what would you do if you got with someone who would just laid there and made no noise? Someone who just look at you while you were doing your thing( i HATE that!) When i have sex, i want to be an experience. It doesn't have to be like a scene out of a movie.  I would like to know that the person i am with is just as much into the sex as i am cause I'm gon get mine so you better get yours.......... even if you just lay there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8484646923076045554-1032487308045375465?l=afterdarkactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/feeds/1032487308045375465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-i-have-sex-i-like-to-make-lot-of.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8484646923076045554/posts/default/1032487308045375465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8484646923076045554/posts/default/1032487308045375465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-i-have-sex-i-like-to-make-lot-of.html' title=''/><author><name>CamE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13828101257729273794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SoHaeUiNTHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/6EU_pcEmZog/S220/102_0101.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/StVDRT4VbFI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8WZbT4-6FaA/s72-c/Boring_sex_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484646923076045554.post-8136746460550345102</id><published>2009-10-12T18:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T19:07:48.417-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taboo Mondays'/><title type='text'>Born One Way ..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/StOx5SzgziI/AAAAAAAAADw/k8eyxwrkMyc/s1600-h/rupaul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 129px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/StOx5SzgziI/AAAAAAAAADw/k8eyxwrkMyc/s320/rupaul.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391848776751173154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could never understand why people who were born one way decide to live life another way. You know... a guy who want's to be a woman and so on. I do understand how hard it is to put on a front for people so that you can fit in or not be judged. It like the elephant in the room. You know its there but everybody ignores it. You want to be seen one way but you have to conform to society's way of thinking. I know and understand because that's what I'm going through. Although I'm young and going through my i don't know what i want to do with my life faze (i'll be glad when that's over) i want to be excepted for who i am and not judge be as being nasty or misfit (that's another post)  I love being a woman. I love the way i look, sound, feel. I would not change it for anything. (I don't have anything against anyone who lives life this way).  So in the word of Ms Rupaul  " If you don't love yourself, how in the HELL you gon' love somebody else!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8484646923076045554-8136746460550345102?l=afterdarkactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/feeds/8136746460550345102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/2009/10/born-one-way.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8484646923076045554/posts/default/8136746460550345102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8484646923076045554/posts/default/8136746460550345102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/2009/10/born-one-way.html' title='Born One Way ..........'/><author><name>CamE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13828101257729273794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SoHaeUiNTHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/6EU_pcEmZog/S220/102_0101.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/StOx5SzgziI/AAAAAAAAADw/k8eyxwrkMyc/s72-c/rupaul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484646923076045554.post-5152979901058946514</id><published>2009-09-21T23:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T00:07:39.751-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taboo Mondays'/><title type='text'>To be or not to be</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SrhNWvNQFCI/AAAAAAAAADo/pAta4iGDhJo/s1600-h/11semenya1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SrhNWvNQFCI/AAAAAAAAADo/pAta4iGDhJo/s320/11semenya1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384138407545934882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi sorry about not posting all last week but I'm back. So i know I'm kind of late with this but this is the the taboo topic of the week. Lately a lot of people have been coming out of the wood working proclaiming to be one gender and appearing to be another or both. When it is made know to the world about a person who is a  hermaphrodite, they become strange and weird to the normal person who is of one sex. I feel that they are people just like you and me and if they want to have a normal life and are not doing any harm to anyone then let them live their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 id="firstHeading" class="firstHeading"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8484646923076045554-5152979901058946514?l=afterdarkactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/feeds/5152979901058946514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/2009/09/to-be-or-not-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8484646923076045554/posts/default/5152979901058946514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8484646923076045554/posts/default/5152979901058946514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/2009/09/to-be-or-not-to-be.html' title='To be or not to be'/><author><name>CamE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13828101257729273794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SoHaeUiNTHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/6EU_pcEmZog/S220/102_0101.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SrhNWvNQFCI/AAAAAAAAADo/pAta4iGDhJo/s72-c/11semenya1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484646923076045554.post-3500777691168113562</id><published>2009-09-11T12:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T12:28:47.435-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freak of the Week'/><title type='text'>LiL KIm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/Sqp6aYqUKAI/AAAAAAAAADg/JPAHK08Tsz0/s1600-h/Lil-Kim-w01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/Sqp6aYqUKAI/AAAAAAAAADg/JPAHK08Tsz0/s320/Lil-Kim-w01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380247298562598914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;I always admire Lil Kim. She's bold and not afraid to express her sexually. So yes she's over did with the plastic surgery, i still think she's cute (now that she fix her face). Got to love her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;P.S. I was going to do Janet Jackson but it's still too soon................you know (the whole death of a family member) so I'll just save her for another time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8484646923076045554-3500777691168113562?l=afterdarkactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/feeds/3500777691168113562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/2009/09/lil-kim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8484646923076045554/posts/default/3500777691168113562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8484646923076045554/posts/default/3500777691168113562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/2009/09/lil-kim.html' title='LiL KIm'/><author><name>CamE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13828101257729273794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SoHaeUiNTHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/6EU_pcEmZog/S220/102_0101.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/Sqp6aYqUKAI/AAAAAAAAADg/JPAHK08Tsz0/s72-c/Lil-Kim-w01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484646923076045554.post-5965057186142153156</id><published>2009-09-09T22:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T23:10:04.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Suck on My Toes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/Sqhty9HGSTI/AAAAAAAAADY/J1Dmkoh5AUc/s1600-h/foot-fetish-phonesex3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/Sqhty9HGSTI/AAAAAAAAADY/J1Dmkoh5AUc/s320/foot-fetish-phonesex3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379670477059279154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;I could never understand why people find toe sucking such a fetish. I personally don't like it but i'm not going to knock it. If it makes you feel good then do it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8484646923076045554-5965057186142153156?l=afterdarkactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/feeds/5965057186142153156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/2009/09/suck-on-my-toes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8484646923076045554/posts/default/5965057186142153156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8484646923076045554/posts/default/5965057186142153156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/2009/09/suck-on-my-toes.html' title='Suck on My Toes'/><author><name>CamE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13828101257729273794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SoHaeUiNTHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/6EU_pcEmZog/S220/102_0101.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/Sqhty9HGSTI/AAAAAAAAADY/J1Dmkoh5AUc/s72-c/foot-fetish-phonesex3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484646923076045554.post-2147492138520564166</id><published>2009-09-08T22:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T23:02:40.467-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What to do when..............................'/><title type='text'>What to do when</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SqcaVxLHrkI/AAAAAAAAADQ/T359SjMAkR4/s1600-h/metro+man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SqcaVxLHrkI/AAAAAAAAADQ/T359SjMAkR4/s320/metro+man.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379297241196899906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;You love your man very much. You comfort him take care of him and tend to him and his needs. So when do you draw the line when he starts getting his nails done(manicure) his feet done, facials you name it honey your man is beyond metro. What do you do. Do you confront him, ignore him? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8484646923076045554-2147492138520564166?l=afterdarkactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/feeds/2147492138520564166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-to-do-when.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8484646923076045554/posts/default/2147492138520564166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8484646923076045554/posts/default/2147492138520564166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-to-do-when.html' title='What to do when'/><author><name>CamE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13828101257729273794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SoHaeUiNTHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/6EU_pcEmZog/S220/102_0101.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SqcaVxLHrkI/AAAAAAAAADQ/T359SjMAkR4/s72-c/metro+man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484646923076045554.post-7587691412823670159</id><published>2009-09-07T23:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T23:30:41.743-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taboo Mondays'/><title type='text'>How many people have you slept with?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SqXPXpbgNVI/AAAAAAAAADI/wVUT-uEJL14/s1600-h/movie002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SqXPXpbgNVI/AAAAAAAAADI/wVUT-uEJL14/s320/movie002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378933335129077074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Can you count all the people you've slept with? In this day and age, its common for people to sleep around. When it comes to woman this is a taboo subject. It is expected of a woman to only sleep with a small amount of men. If the number exceeds more than five, she's considered a slut and talked about. If a  man sleeps around then he's considered a pimp and praised among his peers. The way i feel is  if you protect yourself and not be dumb about it then sleep with whoever you want too. Life's too short don't think about other people's judgment. If you keep your mouth shut then no one will know. The only time you should tell someone your sexual history is your partner who your in a relationship with and your doctor for medical reasons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8484646923076045554-7587691412823670159?l=afterdarkactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/feeds/7587691412823670159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/2009/09/can-you-count-all-people-youve-slept.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8484646923076045554/posts/default/7587691412823670159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8484646923076045554/posts/default/7587691412823670159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/2009/09/can-you-count-all-people-youve-slept.html' title='How many people have you slept with?'/><author><name>CamE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13828101257729273794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SoHaeUiNTHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/6EU_pcEmZog/S220/102_0101.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SqXPXpbgNVI/AAAAAAAAADI/wVUT-uEJL14/s72-c/movie002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484646923076045554.post-7373561800384810571</id><published>2009-09-02T21:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T23:05:36.505-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fetish of the week'/><title type='text'>Oral Sex</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/Sp8yT0KwYMI/AAAAAAAAACw/3YEj8nf4_RA/s1600-h/bj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/Sp8yT0KwYMI/AAAAAAAAACw/3YEj8nf4_RA/s320/bj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377071796106322114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you all know that  oral sex is known as a fetish. There are five classifications of sexual fetishism. One being the norm and five being the extreme extreme. I personally like giving and receiving oral sex(most the giving part). Now if you don't like to do this and find this disgusting, then you better ask somebody! It brings excitement to a rather dull sexual relationship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8484646923076045554-7373561800384810571?l=afterdarkactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/feeds/7373561800384810571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/2009/09/oral-sex.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8484646923076045554/posts/default/7373561800384810571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8484646923076045554/posts/default/7373561800384810571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/2009/09/oral-sex.html' title='Oral Sex'/><author><name>CamE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13828101257729273794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SoHaeUiNTHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/6EU_pcEmZog/S220/102_0101.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/Sp8yT0KwYMI/AAAAAAAAACw/3YEj8nf4_RA/s72-c/bj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484646923076045554.post-4495309131156867015</id><published>2009-09-01T22:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T23:08:26.914-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What to do when..............................'/><title type='text'>My Baby Got FAT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/Sp3fNqMPJpI/AAAAAAAAACo/ENoEdCf8Gwc/s1600-h/r4vMVpS264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/Sp3fNqMPJpI/AAAAAAAAACo/ENoEdCf8Gwc/s320/r4vMVpS264.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376698955907147410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that the big girls get lots of love from men who love them but for some men that's just too much loving. I know a guy who made his wife sign a contract saying that she would not gain weight during their marriage. Let's just say it didn't work out. So what do you do when you've been in a relationship with someone and they start to pack on the pounds&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8484646923076045554-4495309131156867015?l=afterdarkactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/feeds/4495309131156867015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-baby-got-fat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8484646923076045554/posts/default/4495309131156867015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8484646923076045554/posts/default/4495309131156867015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-baby-got-fat.html' title='My Baby Got FAT!'/><author><name>CamE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13828101257729273794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SoHaeUiNTHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/6EU_pcEmZog/S220/102_0101.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/Sp3fNqMPJpI/AAAAAAAAACo/ENoEdCf8Gwc/s72-c/r4vMVpS264.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484646923076045554.post-6803968054398999991</id><published>2009-08-30T14:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T22:56:31.815-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taboo Mondays'/><title type='text'>Could you do this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SpyNG4dLhKI/AAAAAAAAACg/flcB610YGFM/s1600-h/pussy21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SpyNG4dLhKI/AAAAAAAAACg/flcB610YGFM/s320/pussy21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376327204547036322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the first time that i had sex. I was sixteen years old, and it was valentines day. I was nervous, scared, and felt like a woman. What i remember most about that day was the fact that i bled so much that i thought i was going to die. I survive that experience and to be honest would never want to experience that again. Well my point  is i was reading an article on the internet about this guy and a girl who hooked up and had sex. What's so special about that you say? Well these two are Islamic and it is a sin to have sex before marriage. So knowing this they try to go and find a doctor who can perform a hymenoplasty which is an  an illegal operation to surgically reattach  her hymen. The hymen is a mucous membrane that covers the vagina and symbolizes virginity. Sounds painful right. I in a million years could never do this. i would have taken this to my grave and never told a soul if i was in her situation but if you know guys they can't keep a secret and he  would have told her family and she would have died because in her country it is not a crime to kill a female member of your family if she has sex out of marriage. So you wanna know what happens next click here &lt;a href="http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?file=/c/a/2007/05/20/MNG84PUB5G1.DTL" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1251769809_1"&gt;http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?file=/c/a/2007/05/20/MNG84PUB5G1.DTL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8484646923076045554-6803968054398999991?l=afterdarkactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/feeds/6803968054398999991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/2009/08/could-you-do-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8484646923076045554/posts/default/6803968054398999991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8484646923076045554/posts/default/6803968054398999991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/2009/08/could-you-do-this.html' title='Could you do this?'/><author><name>CamE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13828101257729273794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SoHaeUiNTHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/6EU_pcEmZog/S220/102_0101.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SpyNG4dLhKI/AAAAAAAAACg/flcB610YGFM/s72-c/pussy21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484646923076045554.post-5354437223013020479</id><published>2009-08-29T11:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T12:20:09.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY SHOULD I BE REPRESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SplVJL4s2RI/AAAAAAAAACY/pvM3XT3m000/s1600-h/banned4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 316px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SplVJL4s2RI/AAAAAAAAACY/pvM3XT3m000/s400/banned4.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375421246541191442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's weird that i am posting on a Saturday but i have something on my mind and i feel the need to share it. I am dealing with the fact that i am a person who has no problem looking at things of a sexual nature ( you know porn naked people all that nasty stuff) and i live with someone who is in my terms sexually repress. They feel like its wrong and a sin for me to involve myself in the spirit of looking at things of this nature(their words not mine) Well I'm sorry but  i like to explore the sexual side of me. I'm glad to know my body and what it takes for me to reach an organism and I'm proud of the fact that i know how to please a man and make him and myself feel good. I don't want to be sexual repress and depress and take out my feelings on everyone. I love the fact that i have enormous breast and hips that can stop traffic. As long as looking at porn and learning about my body does not become an addiction, then I'm good so i appreciate your concern but youa  do you and I'm a do me OK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8484646923076045554-5354437223013020479?l=afterdarkactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/feeds/5354437223013020479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-should-i-be-repress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8484646923076045554/posts/default/5354437223013020479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8484646923076045554/posts/default/5354437223013020479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-should-i-be-repress.html' title='WHY SHOULD I BE REPRESS'/><author><name>CamE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13828101257729273794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SoHaeUiNTHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/6EU_pcEmZog/S220/102_0101.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SplVJL4s2RI/AAAAAAAAACY/pvM3XT3m000/s72-c/banned4.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484646923076045554.post-387621237387309273</id><published>2009-08-28T18:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T18:40:00.888-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freak of the Week'/><title type='text'>Freak of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SphbNZtms6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/aTGKAmjn4mg/s1600-h/lady-gaga1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SphbNZtms6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/aTGKAmjn4mg/s400/lady-gaga1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375146441065280418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week i pick lady gaga as my freak of the week. I love her style and plus she can sing. She's one woman who's not afraid to show her sexy side and not feel bad about it Besides, who do you know that can walk around without pants on and still look good?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8484646923076045554-387621237387309273?l=afterdarkactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/feeds/387621237387309273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/2009/08/freak-of-week_28.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8484646923076045554/posts/default/387621237387309273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8484646923076045554/posts/default/387621237387309273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/2009/08/freak-of-week_28.html' title='Freak of the Week'/><author><name>CamE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13828101257729273794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SoHaeUiNTHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/6EU_pcEmZog/S220/102_0101.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SphbNZtms6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/aTGKAmjn4mg/s72-c/lady-gaga1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484646923076045554.post-8469516806992183397</id><published>2009-08-26T22:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T18:18:48.486-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='squirting.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cumming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fetish of the week'/><title type='text'>Cum squirt on my face</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SpYCn2hMLSI/AAAAAAAAACI/dWX9oTQbe1s/s1600-h/jada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SpYCn2hMLSI/AAAAAAAAACI/dWX9oTQbe1s/s400/jada.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374486088986144034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i know that title is a little strange but  its this weeks fetish. This post is only for the freaks only but i love to watch porn and enjoy  the end when the guy cums on the girls face. In reality i like when my man does that(but that's another post) I also love when women squirt. That to me is the most sexy thing a woman can do when having sex. I wish i could do that but stay tune you never know i may post about me accomplishing this goal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8484646923076045554-8469516806992183397?l=afterdarkactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/feeds/8469516806992183397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/2009/08/cum-squirt-on-my-face.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8484646923076045554/posts/default/8469516806992183397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8484646923076045554/posts/default/8469516806992183397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/2009/08/cum-squirt-on-my-face.html' title='Cum squirt on my face'/><author><name>CamE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13828101257729273794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SoHaeUiNTHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/6EU_pcEmZog/S220/102_0101.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SpYCn2hMLSI/AAAAAAAAACI/dWX9oTQbe1s/s72-c/jada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484646923076045554.post-7552827455810412865</id><published>2009-08-25T20:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T23:17:31.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do when.........................</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SpSPaPsyKNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/C6mNvkTLuog/s1600-h/8718.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SpSPaPsyKNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/C6mNvkTLuog/s400/8718.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374077936413583570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna cheat! How can i bring myself to do this to someone who i profess my love to over and over again? Our relationship is  wonderful except for certain aspects like the lack of sex we are having. He's a great man, adores me and makes me feel good about myself and i love that about him but I'm use to getting it at lease four to five times a week in my last relationship.  (which ended in him cheating on me but that's another post) Now me being a Scorpio this is not a good thing and i am to the point of my hand falling off and running away from all the masturbating that i do. So what am i to do? I have tried talking to him and letting him know how i felt about the lack of sex that we have but, he works at a very stressful job and most night he's not in the mood.  I don't want to be a nagging girlfriend so i just let it go but for how long? I know only men step out on a woman when they feel they are not being satisfied this way and women do it because they want to feel love again. I just want some sex to make me feel good and not feel guilty about it. I want to find someone who won't mind fucking me and leaving it at that nothing more you know a fuck buddy but, you can't have your whip and beat it too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8484646923076045554-7552827455810412865?l=afterdarkactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/feeds/7552827455810412865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-to-do-when_25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8484646923076045554/posts/default/7552827455810412865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8484646923076045554/posts/default/7552827455810412865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-to-do-when_25.html' title='What to do when.........................'/><author><name>CamE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13828101257729273794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SoHaeUiNTHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/6EU_pcEmZog/S220/102_0101.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SpSPaPsyKNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/C6mNvkTLuog/s72-c/8718.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484646923076045554.post-8420866240237321651</id><published>2009-08-24T22:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T23:14:41.138-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taboo Mondays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escorts'/><title type='text'>Daddy when i grow up i want to be a Escort.... LOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SpNW1WajUXI/AAAAAAAAABw/Pau8RSqT_YA/s1600-h/Samantha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 183px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SpNW1WajUXI/AAAAAAAAABw/Pau8RSqT_YA/s400/Samantha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373734254933135730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What 's the difference between a hooker and a escort? The amount of money they make. I know none of it is right, but in this day and age, it has become a common practice. From your next door neighbor to the governor, they have some way in some form had an escort. So what makes it so taboo? Well, the business of woman selling their time, body and other aspects are look down by people who  deem it immorally wrong. I feel that there is nothing wrong with this profession. You have to put food on the table somehow. If i had enough nerve, (and the body to match) i would be in this business. Besides, it would better then the dead end job i am at living paycheck to paycheck. wdyt(what do you think)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8484646923076045554-8420866240237321651?l=afterdarkactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/feeds/8420866240237321651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/2009/08/daddy-when-i-grow-up-i-want-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8484646923076045554/posts/default/8420866240237321651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8484646923076045554/posts/default/8420866240237321651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/2009/08/daddy-when-i-grow-up-i-want-to-be.html' title='Daddy when i grow up i want to be a Escort.... LOL'/><author><name>CamE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13828101257729273794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SoHaeUiNTHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/6EU_pcEmZog/S220/102_0101.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SpNW1WajUXI/AAAAAAAAABw/Pau8RSqT_YA/s72-c/Samantha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484646923076045554.post-7604567611256872038</id><published>2009-08-21T23:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T18:44:36.351-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freak of the Week'/><title type='text'>Freak Of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/So9ty2f_i1I/AAAAAAAAABg/Dtk2hlM_CnQ/s1600-h/AmberRoseKanyeMiami3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/So9ty2f_i1I/AAAAAAAAABg/Dtk2hlM_CnQ/s400/AmberRoseKanyeMiami3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372633600866880338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Friday and on Fridays i pick my choice of freak of the week now the meaning of the word freak is in good terms and not meant to be use in a bad way(unless otherwise) so my person for freak of the week is........................Amber Rose. Whose else do you know can walk on the beach naked and still look good. Most hate but i congratulate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8484646923076045554-7604567611256872038?l=afterdarkactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/feeds/7604567611256872038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/2009/08/freak-of-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8484646923076045554/posts/default/7604567611256872038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8484646923076045554/posts/default/7604567611256872038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/2009/08/freak-of-week.html' title='Freak Of the Week'/><author><name>CamE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13828101257729273794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SoHaeUiNTHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/6EU_pcEmZog/S220/102_0101.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/So9ty2f_i1I/AAAAAAAAABg/Dtk2hlM_CnQ/s72-c/AmberRoseKanyeMiami3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484646923076045554.post-7252576781161305069</id><published>2009-08-21T11:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T11:53:10.689-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nerdy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fetish of the week'/><title type='text'>Fetish of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/So7Cr-qgLBI/AAAAAAAAABY/6Ro_iFJ3NEs/s1600-h/nerdy-licks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/So7Cr-qgLBI/AAAAAAAAABY/6Ro_iFJ3NEs/s400/nerdy-licks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372445466311011346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a new one since last week i miss posting on Thursday so here it is. I have a thing for men who are considered by society as geeky, dorks. You know those men who have higher intelligence and are deem different. Well i love them i don't know why i just do (besides i date one) . Its just the same as a good girls liking bad boys or thug men (which you should be careful when it comes to them but that's another post)  so what's yours&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8484646923076045554-7252576781161305069?l=afterdarkactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/feeds/7252576781161305069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/2009/08/fetish-of-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8484646923076045554/posts/default/7252576781161305069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8484646923076045554/posts/default/7252576781161305069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/2009/08/fetish-of-week.html' title='Fetish of the Week'/><author><name>CamE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13828101257729273794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SoHaeUiNTHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/6EU_pcEmZog/S220/102_0101.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/So7Cr-qgLBI/AAAAAAAAABY/6Ro_iFJ3NEs/s72-c/nerdy-licks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484646923076045554.post-1994748393347962279</id><published>2009-08-18T23:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T00:49:31.203-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what to do when'/><title type='text'>What to do when........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SouEIcVgEUI/AAAAAAAAABQ/IrNRc2tIa3c/s1600-h/060808_HWAM_downlowTN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 198px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SouEIcVgEUI/AAAAAAAAABQ/IrNRc2tIa3c/s400/060808_HWAM_downlowTN.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371532261149643074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I never thought it could happen to me but, it did. I thought the we were in love and had a bright future together. He was my high school sweet heart and i was his prom queen. We got married and had three children. We built our dream house and launch his business as a real estate agent. Everything was perfect....until the day i found a condom in his pocket. We never used a condom. I wanted to confront him but, i didn't want to rush to conclusions. So i decided to follow him. I waited for him outside his job in a nearby parking lot. All the employees left but he stayed and i waited. Ten minutes later a car pulled up that i have never seen before and a woman jumped out. She went into the building and lock the door. i pulled up to the building and jumped out of my car. I took the key the he gave me and unlocked the door. I walked into the aroma of hot sex and candle wax. I rushed down the hall to his office and kicked the door in. I found my husband bent over being fucked by his business partner Brandon and the woman holding a video camera &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what would you do if you caught your man having sex with another man &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8484646923076045554-1994748393347962279?l=afterdarkactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/feeds/1994748393347962279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-to-do-when_6874.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8484646923076045554/posts/default/1994748393347962279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8484646923076045554/posts/default/1994748393347962279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-to-do-when_6874.html' title='What to do when........'/><author><name>CamE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13828101257729273794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SoHaeUiNTHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/6EU_pcEmZog/S220/102_0101.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SouEIcVgEUI/AAAAAAAAABQ/IrNRc2tIa3c/s72-c/060808_HWAM_downlowTN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484646923076045554.post-8633414762033057629</id><published>2009-08-17T23:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T23:52:09.952-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taboo Mondays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Strippers'/><title type='text'>Taboo Topic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SoolBt7MX0I/AAAAAAAAABI/rcqwks4akqU/s1600-h/yellowPoleDancer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SoolBt7MX0I/AAAAAAAAABI/rcqwks4akqU/s400/yellowPoleDancer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371146217030704962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ever since i can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt;, in the deepest, darkest, part of me i have wanted to be a stripper. Yeah i know that sounds a little strange and it might put the idea of me having daddy issues. ( which i don't i talk to my dad everyday) The idea of getting up in front of people and taking my clothes off does not scare me at all. I have no problem with showing my body and would love the attention and the money. Although it is not a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;glamorous&lt;/span&gt; job and some woman have to do it to support themselves and their families, i do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;respect&lt;/span&gt; the industry. So what's the taboo part you may ask? Well, most woman would just die at the thought of them having to take their clothes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;in front&lt;/span&gt; of strangers and these same woman even don't undress &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;in front&lt;/span&gt; of their partners. The woman who actually do it are called sluts hoes and other unkind names when really its just a means to a way out of the trouble they may be going through. So the next time you look down on one of these women think about the fact that that could be your daughter, your sister, your friend, your cousin. So would you do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8484646923076045554-8633414762033057629?l=afterdarkactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/feeds/8633414762033057629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/2009/08/taboo-topic_17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8484646923076045554/posts/default/8633414762033057629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8484646923076045554/posts/default/8633414762033057629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/2009/08/taboo-topic_17.html' title='Taboo Topic'/><author><name>CamE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13828101257729273794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SoHaeUiNTHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/6EU_pcEmZog/S220/102_0101.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SoolBt7MX0I/AAAAAAAAABI/rcqwks4akqU/s72-c/yellowPoleDancer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484646923076045554.post-8329915508389698103</id><published>2009-08-12T17:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T20:51:38.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To Swing Or Not To Swing...........HELL YEAH !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SoNjZDanbAI/AAAAAAAAABA/4Vi1TN13zC0/s1600-h/group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SoNjZDanbAI/AAAAAAAAABA/4Vi1TN13zC0/s400/group.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369244462820584450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;One of my deep dark fantasy's is  becoming involved in a swing club or group. To have that sexual freedom and not be judge, is a major turn on for me. To have all those hands, lips, tongues all over me just makes horny as hell right now but i digress. I just wish i knew someone who could  introduce me into the world of swinging  and help me cum(literally) out of my sexual rut. So would you, could you enter this world of sexual freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8484646923076045554-8329915508389698103?l=afterdarkactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/feeds/8329915508389698103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-swing-or-not-to-swinghell-yeah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8484646923076045554/posts/default/8329915508389698103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8484646923076045554/posts/default/8329915508389698103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-swing-or-not-to-swinghell-yeah.html' title='To Swing Or Not To Swing...........HELL YEAH !'/><author><name>CamE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13828101257729273794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SoHaeUiNTHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/6EU_pcEmZog/S220/102_0101.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SoNjZDanbAI/AAAAAAAAABA/4Vi1TN13zC0/s72-c/group.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484646923076045554.post-1646147010320224382</id><published>2009-08-11T17:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T17:57:02.098-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do when.....................</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SoHown4SvnI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Q7KSe_QTk1c/s1600-h/blackloveart11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 288px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SoHown4SvnI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Q7KSe_QTk1c/s400/blackloveart11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368828152838798962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Tuesdays are what to do when day so here's the problem your in a relationship with someone who you care about. You holds hands, make kissy face, everything's all good......................except one department ..........THE BEDROOM! Your use to getting some at lease three or four times a week  now its a miracle if you can get it once a month and when you finally get some, it leaves you feeling like you could have had a V8 (sad, real sad).........So would you talk to your partner and try to figure out what the problem is? Would you resort to other measures like self pleasure, getting a hobby, or do you find someone else to satisfy your needs?! What Would YOU Do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8484646923076045554-1646147010320224382?l=afterdarkactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/feeds/1646147010320224382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-to-do-when.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8484646923076045554/posts/default/1646147010320224382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8484646923076045554/posts/default/1646147010320224382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-to-do-when.html' title='What to do when.....................'/><author><name>CamE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13828101257729273794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SoHaeUiNTHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/6EU_pcEmZog/S220/102_0101.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SoHown4SvnI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Q7KSe_QTk1c/s72-c/blackloveart11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484646923076045554.post-6309917649495268936</id><published>2009-08-10T21:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T15:58:41.142-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Taboo Topic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SoDavMxz5ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0K5GJFAGYqA/s1600-h/sex+toys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SoDavMxz5ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0K5GJFAGYqA/s400/sex+toys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368531260244485522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mondays are Taboo Topic day and i want to explore topics that i think are look down upon in society. Today the topic is masturbation. Masturbation is a way for one to achieve an orgasm through self pleasure. This is a good way to explore your body, and find out what does and does not turn you on. Most people find this to be strange, wrong and yes believe it or not a sin(if that was true, God would have put that in along with the rest of the thou shell nots). I feel as a woman, at any age you should be able to know what you like and what gets your body to that point of no return. How can you please your partner if you cant please yourself. So for those of you who do good job and for those of you who don't you better learn&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How do you feel about it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8484646923076045554-6309917649495268936?l=afterdarkactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/feeds/6309917649495268936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/2009/08/taboo-topic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8484646923076045554/posts/default/6309917649495268936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8484646923076045554/posts/default/6309917649495268936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/2009/08/taboo-topic.html' title='Taboo Topic'/><author><name>CamE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13828101257729273794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SoHaeUiNTHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/6EU_pcEmZog/S220/102_0101.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SoDavMxz5ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0K5GJFAGYqA/s72-c/sex+toys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484646923076045554.post-5865384908863097760</id><published>2009-08-10T21:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T21:23:26.207-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WELCOME</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I want to welcome everyone to afterdarkactions. this is a blog about sex, relationships, and other aspects of life. I welcome all feedback and critiques&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8484646923076045554-5865384908863097760?l=afterdarkactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/feeds/5865384908863097760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/2009/08/welcome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8484646923076045554/posts/default/5865384908863097760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8484646923076045554/posts/default/5865384908863097760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afterdarkactions.blogspot.com/2009/08/welcome.html' title='WELCOME'/><author><name>CamE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13828101257729273794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FtAaZIGWPmM/SoHaeUiNTHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/6EU_pcEmZog/S220/102_0101.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
