MY DADDY EARL JUST LOVES IT WHEN I PRAY, YA’LL.

 

MY DADDY EARL JUST LOVES IT WHEN I PRAY, YA’LL.

 

I get down on my knees before him and he praises God at the sight of it. Every time he pops his lips I know exactly what he wants from me. I lick my lips and start to hum him the song of an angel.

I love how he gets so passionate at my hummin’.

Sometimes he will even grab a hold of my pigtails and shake full of the holy ghost moving through him. He tells me that when the holy ghost moves through him that it is his favorite thing and only my hummin’ can make it happen.

 

I love making him shake in spirit like that.

Makes me feel so good inside.

 

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Yeppers folks.

I went there.

If you missed my livestream on this then maybe you need to go explore it.

 

Or maybe not…

Not if you are a prude that is.

Please don’t, I do not want to hear it from you in that case or have you rolling your eyes at my crazy.

 

You know it was not that long ago that I would have freaked the

f-ck out about playing games like this with my lover.

I would have been too caught up in my own bullsh*t to have fun.

I would have believed that my partner would not like me if I pretended to play like this.

 

I mean sex is serious.

Relationships are serious.

 

LOL… not good sex and relationship.

Sure there is some seriousness in there, of course,

but if you are not laughing, finding yourself feeling youthful, full of desire and thirst for fun then I can tell you that your relationship and sex are getting ready to flatline if they have not already.

 

I have worked with so many hundreds of couples through the last decade as a relationship coach and the one thing that I am always sharing with them is how important PLAY is in the relationship.

 

Playfulness inside and outside of the bedroom or wherever you are doing the nasty at…

 

Adventure dates.

More than just dinner and a movie.

Get creative, learn something new together.

Get a little edgy, make your heart flutter like it was your first kiss all over again.

Do things that you typically would not think to be a date even.

 

Some of my favorite dates and sexual experiences did not cost a fortune. They did not take place in traditional ways.

But instead they revealed to me my lovers desire, joy, inner child and explorer. They created a space for each of us to explore ourselves and each other in ways that we had not yet.

 

One time I was told to meet my lover at a gas station. I did so and he filled up my car, then told me to drive next door and give my keys to the man at the detail shop. I did so. He followed me and picked me up there. I got into his car, he blind folded me, kissed me passionately and asked if I was ready for a little fun adventure.

 

I said yes.

He said okay we got 90 minutes.

Next thing I knew he handed me a glass of my favorite chardonnay in a togo wine glass. I took a few sips and he took it from me replacing it with some glass yoni eggs and told me to insert them and do some squeezes.

 

I did so.

Then he handed me a little bullet vibrator and told me to insert that.

And so I did.

There I sat, eggs vibrating in my vagina, wine back in hand, blindfolded in his car as he drove around a parking lot a bit to make sure I had no clue what direction we were headed next.

 

From there he took me to lunch.

He parked the car,

came around my side and got me out, blindfold still on.

Walked me into a busy restaurant and told me to walk up to the nice man at the register and tell her I wanted the special.

ANd so I took a deep breath and did so.

As I did this I could hear all the people passing me by, talking about what was going on, wondering what we were doing, snickering. I could feel their eyes even though I could not see them. I had to face myself.

I had to face my own ego at this moment.

My lover took my hand and arm and walked me to a table where he sat me down, got me some more wine, helped me sip it and then he proceeded to feed me lunch while I sat there helpless and blindfolded.

 

Once done he walked me back to the car,

got me buckled in and took me off to….

 

Dessert of course. 🙂

He parked again,

walked me into a cold and strange smelling place.

Told me to ask the nice man at the register for the special, and so I did.

The man handed me a waffle cone with my favorite ice cream in it.

My lover took me back to the car, got me buckled and drove around in circles some more.

The sun would hit me in the eye’s every now and then and I found myself wanting for the next moment of surprise.

Sure enough he stopped the car.

Got me out but before doing so, took my shoes off.

As I got out I found myself standing on something wet and cool, he asked if I knew where I was, but I did not.

Then I got back in the car.

 

From there he drove a distance, the road changed from paved to dirt. And he parked.

He came around and got me out of the car, still barefoot.

He walked me through some grass, up and over a wood bridge of some sort and into a closed in space that felt like it was out in the middle of a field. Here is bound my wrists, kissed me some more and began to touch me passionately.

Before I knew it he was laying me down on a blow up mattress that was out here in this building we were in.

He removed my clothes, kissed my body with hunger.

My excitement grew.

I was trying to figure out where we were,

I could feel a breeze by my feet and my head at the same time, yet I was in some enclosed structure. As I scooted up the bed some and he proceeded to go down on me, my bound arms lifted above my head to only find themselves in some bushes and grass right there.

 

Where was I?

He devoured me.

He made passionate primal love to me.

It was heated and intense.

Once done, he grabbed me, stood me up, dressed me, walked me back to his car, unbound me wrists but kept the blindfold on.

Got me in the car, handed me my wine and then we drove off.

Before I knew it he was parking.

He leaned in, kissed me, told me he loved me and hoped that I enjoyed our adventure as he took off my blindfold.

 

There I was parked behind my now detailed and fully cleaned and gassed up car.

 

90 minutes after the time I had dropped it off.

He wished me a great afternoon and got me my car keys.

 

To this day I do not know all the details of this adventure.

But what I do know is how much I loved it.

How I will cherish that moment in time forever.

How I accessed a deeper level of myself, of my sex and of that relationship in that moment.

 

It was vulnerable.

It was intimate.

It was connective.

It required trust on both sides.

It was playful and it brought us both great joy.

 

And what did it take?

 

Well we will never know because he ain’t tellin’

but what it ultimately took was CREATIVITY and DESIRE TO PLAY.

 

And that is the point to this whole tale and to my livestream earlier.

 

In relationship we grow tired and bored of our sex and of each other because we forget how to court.

We forget how to play, to laugh and be joyous in our sex and relationship and therefore it all gets tiring and old.

Like a chewed up piece of gum that lost its flavor years ago.

 

But it does not have to be like that.

You can have a dynamic connective deep relationship if you will simply allow yourself to get real and raw,

to be seen and to enjoy.

 

Stop taking your sex so damn seriously.

Instead start enjoying your flesh, your partner’s flesh.

Your laugh and their laugh.

Get a little edgy with each other.

Discuss things you would like to explore and try.

Start to believe that you can be creative,

that you do have the time,

and that it does not have to take an arm and a leg to create spectacular events for the one you love.

 

 

It’s time to level up your love.

It’s time to stop accepting boring as your normal in your sex and relationship.

 

It’s time to get down and dirty and play in the sandbox together.

Seriously.

 

As Always,

Stop Existing & Start Living

“Coaching for Grown A*s Believers”

 

Ready to claim that F-ck Yes! Relationship with your partner?

Ready to stop settling for boring as your norm?

 

I sure AF hope so! Cuz’ you are worthy of so much more and so is your relationship and sex.

 

Reach out to me today to learn the secrets of a playful turned on relationship.

 

WATCH THE LIVESTREAM HERE NOW!

 

Pick Me While I Am Ripe!

Pick me while I am ripe!
Suck all the juices from my flesh.
Let not a drop of me go to waist.

I want to fill you full of all I have,
all I can give and all you desire.
Sweet nectar pours from me,
each moment that I allow.

Sticky, sweet and refreshing.
This is how I want you to remember me.
Organic, raw and pure.
Yet satisfying and delicate.
A taste that make you crave more.
A taste of something rare.

Yes this is how I want you to enjoy me.
Pick me while I am ripe.
And let not a drop fall from this life,
without fully being consumed, devoured and enjoyed.
My life is worth nothing,
if not for the tasting.

Let your lips and mouth remember,
my flesh beneath them once more.
No moment can ever last forever,
no taste can be the same twice.
But this I promise you my love,
this taste will delight.

As long as you choose wisely,
let my juices flow from me,
without containment,
or control.
Enjoy the sweetness they offer,
enjoy this moment.

Our lives are nothing,
they are worth not even a breath,
if we do not bask in the freshness,
the flavors that wash through.
Delightful,
sweet and juicy.
Is the only way to live.

Yet so many may dislike our fruit we bare.
Call it evil,
dirty and sinful.
How can anyone enjoy such rapture?
How can anyone delight in this flavor?
It reeks,
it is so putrid.
How can one swallow this?
It has contaminated our SOUL.

But this contamination,
this discomfort that you feel,
it comes not from the fruit or the juices,
in was here on your lips my dear.
This flavor that makes you ill,
was only brought to your taste,
by the sweetness that this life can offer,
but your fear will steal away.

Pick me when I am ripe,
let not any juice escape.
This life was for the rapture.
The pure delight of such.
When one who stands in their juiciness,
comes forth and speaks the truth,
the SOUL is contaminated.
Not of evil or sin,
but of its very TRUTH,
the truth that it is RIPE and waiting,
waiting to be enjoyed.
Consumed as a lover would wish,
enjoyed as the sweetness the angels bare true.

But you may fear this juice,
this truth and your SOUL.
Hide from it yet one more moment,
until it feel rotten,
lost and unworthy.
But never understand,
that this cannot be.
Your SOUL,
your essence,
it is still connected to the vine,
the vine that has been blessed.
And all you need to ever do,
is taste it here,
taste its juice,
its love,
in delight.

And yes my dear,
it is uncomfortable to know your truth this day,
to stand here in the garden,
and look the other way.

But know that you are juicy.
You are sweet and ripe.
Your fruit is for the taking,
and life will bare it.
Your choices,
your thoughts and feelings,
are what keeps your vine alive,
but so many are uprooted,
so many are frightened and hungry.
Thirsty for a purpose.
Lost in this garden.

Wake up beautiful,
wake up and feel your ripeness.
Let yourself leak your juices into your lovers mouth,
let your flesh be seen,
and tasted.
Your lover,
this life,
awaits you.

So water the roots,
water the vines,
water the fruit.
Open yourself to faith.
And let yourself be consumed.

And remember,
Stop Existing & Start Living
“Coaching for Grown A*s Believers”

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