by Pynk
“You know I am. Don’t start your doting. I went back to work last week, didn’t I?” She removed the sheet from her body and sat on the side of the bed.
“You did. And you look good as new. That plastic surgeon did one hell of a nip-tuck.”
She turned back toward him with a look of doubt. She touched the side of her lip where a tiny bit of the pigmentation still varied. “Oh, you’re just being nice. I can still see where the stitches were.”
“Well, I can’t.”
She immediately said, “You’re lying.”
“I’m serious.” He turned onto his side to face her. His eyes were weighted.
She stood up. She actually had on champagne- colored, silk pajamas.
He asked, “Why are you getting up so soon, anyway? We just got home not long ago.”
“I want to play with Taj.” Her energy was upbeat.
“He can wait. Come on back to bed.”
Milan headed to the closet door to grab the matching silk robe from the hook. “He’s excited. Plus he’s been good about all that’s gone on. I want him to know he can count on me.”
“You’re his stepmother now. You’ve shown him what he means to you in many ways.”
“Lavender, his mother is serving decades for trying to murder me. He needs all the attention he can get.” She draped the robe over her back. “Besides, the smell of that coffee is driving me nuts.”
“Look, stubborn. In another hour, he’ll be just as excited and he’ll still get your attention. Only you’ll get another hour’s worth of sleep. And then you’ll get in that office and continue writing that premiere episode for the second season of Erotic City they paid you for.”
Milian paused, removed the robe, and placed it back on the hook. She headed back to the bed. “Okay,” she said in surrender. She lay down and snuggled up to him, face-to-face with her husband.
He told her, “I just want to say again. And I know I’ve said it many times before. I’m sorry. Sorry you were nearly disfigured by the very woman you knew was off enough to do something stupid from the very beginning. I still can’t get it out of my mind. If I’d protected you by grabbing you first . . . if I’d not let you go up those stairs . . .”
“Lavender, don’t. I told you, everything happened just the way it was supposed to happen. It could have been worse.”
“It’s just always in the back of my mind.” His face showed regret.
Her eyes agreed with her heart. “We’re past that. We’re husband and wife now. We’ve been blessed enough to buy the house next door for your grandmother. And thanks to you working so hard while I was laid up, our club here is fine, and we have another club about to open in Miami next summer. We’re blessed.”
He nodded. “Yes, we are.”
“I know one thing. You marrying me in that hospital room was cool and all, but you owe me a wedding.” She gave him a quick peck on the tip of his nose.
“I got you. That’s gonna happen.”
“Good. Because this is for life.” She adjusted the covers over her shoulder and his. While he closed his eyes, she told him, “You know, I looked up the meaning of swinging yesterday when I was doing research for the script, and it said swinging means to cause to move to and fro. Like to move in an alternate direction.”
“Yeah.”
“Well. Is that gonna be something we do after we get tired of each other? Do you really believe in monogamy?”
His eyes reopened and he spoke sounding groggy again. “Like I told you when I put that ring on your finger that night, I want you all to myself. None of that to-and-fro madness. There is no other direction. Not after all we’ve been through. After all, our destiny is better than our history, right?”
“Definitely right.” Her eyes showed surrender.
His eyes showed more alertness. “Milan, no matter what we do in life, no matter how hard we play or what risks we take or what type of lifestyle we surround ourselves with, life is all about love. It’s all about family. And I have all that I need right here in this house.” He kissed her on the nose.
“Okay, Mr. Lewis. I believe you.”
“Life has a way of showing what really matters,” he said as they snuggled even closer.
“It does.”
His eyes closed again.
And hers did as well.
Taj’s voice could be heard from down the hall. “Mom, come on. Let’s play. Your son is ready.”
Milan took in his words and grinned. “That’s the only alternate direction I’m going in.” She opened her eyes and slipped out from under the covers, coming to a stance. She grabbed the robe again and exited the room in a dash with a smile upon her newly repaired face, feeling as though through it all, her life really and truly had . . . come alive. She said as she stepped away, “Thank you, Dear Lord, for all things.”
Lavender smiled and fell back asleep. Satisfied.
MILAN KENNEDY’S WOMEN HAVE WET DREAMS, TOO
Twenty-one and over, please
I’ve wanted to get the word out about how we as women have been taught to think of sex in terms of being wrong and dirty. But the truth is that we women have wet dreams, too. By the way, you might wanna take notes.
As you know by now, I’m very in touch with my sexuality and I’m very in tune with my body, so I might say some things that some of you find offensive. I’m just warning you now to consider that. If you think you’ll be offended, move on.
I want to talk to you about pleasuring. Sex is pleasurable and it is not bad to feel good. So when it comes to you and your mate, I say be as bad as you both wanna be. I want you to think about whether or not you even know what your pussy looks like, inside and out. More about that later but think in terms of presenting it proudly. We need to be bolder.
Get in touch with your womanhood. I am a sexual being and I believe we can be sexual creatures and still be 100 percent woman. Don’t be afraid to speak up. Show him what you’re working with. Who said men are the only ones who can be sexual aggressors? Ladies, it really is okay to have sex on the brain. You don’t need permission. Sex is a beautiful thing. It’s okay to be bad. I’ll tell you right now, my man thinks I should be given a Porno Award for fucking and I am damn proud of it.
First of all, we need to exercise. And I don’t mean with a barbell. I’m talking about strengthening your PC muscles. They form the floor of your pelvic area and are the muscles you use when you pee. They’re the same muscles men use, located between their ballsac and rectum, to clench to keep from cumming. If they’re premature ejaculators, they can exercise it, too. We women need to do what I call PC pushups, or Kegel exercises. Dr. Arnold Kegel was a gynecologist in Los Angeles by the way. I want to thank Dr. Kegel.
I have discovered that the stronger your PC muscles, the easier and more frequent and more intense the orgasm. Every time you stop the flow of urine, those are the muscles you want to exercise. Maybe once you wake up in the morning you could just lie still before you get up and just squeeze, release, and repeat. Even while you’re driving to work you can squeeze, release, and repeat. I get turned on just thinking about it. You can do it while no one even knows, just you and your very own pussy. That’s the beauty of it. Squeeze, release, and repeat. I know more than half of you are squeezing your pussies right now. I can see you. Yeah, you’re bad girls, all right.
Also, we must dress sexier. I’m telling you, if you do, you’ll feel sexier. Don’t dress like your aunt, even if you’re an aunt yourself. And please start with your underwear. Toss out your old undies or granny panties. Wear underwear you’d wear if you knew you were going on a romantic rendezvous with Brad Pitt or Denzel. You may believe no one knows you’re wearing them, but the most important person who knows is you. As far as what you wear to bed, toss that flannel nightgown, please. And I don’t just mean do it because a man is crawling into bed with you. Do it even if you’re single and home alone. And include tossing those ugly skirts, blouses, and casual wear. Do they de-sex you? Not good. This is al
l a part of, as I say, a sexual alignment. Have a fashion show for yourself. Hell, buy something leather. Be brave.
Next, buy some ho shoes. You know the shoes that look so sexy you could see yourself wearing them while your knees are bent back to the headboard? The fuck me pumps. Those shoes. Something with a very high heel, maybe bright red, or a pair that’ll show off a good pedicure. And get your hair done. Get rid of that ten-year-old bun and try a new look, a wig or weave or haircut, just try something different. Natural or fake, just go for it. Stop trippin about the men who make jokes about fake hair, shoot, it’s your head. Try what you want. Even a new hair color can work wonders. Go blonde and pretend you’re Beyoncé. Fantasize.
Go to a spa and get a sweet honey facial or hot rocks massage. Think of it as a makeover without surgery. You’ll have a brighter outlook and it’ll build your self-esteem. The better you feel, the “badder” you get.
Practice a sexy walk, buy a new fragrance, do some floor exercises that involve rolling your pelvis, lifting your lower back off the floor. That’s very sexy. I heard even yoga can help your sex life. It all allows you to move your hips. Heck, take a stripper class.
Then, how about talking sexy? Get over the fact that saying the words penis or pussy makes you blush. Blush on. Then think about where that came from. And why can’t we talk dirty in bed? Who said we can’t? Good girls don’t what? Well, who wants to be a good girl in bed, or on top of the kitchen counter? Silence is not golden. And please don’t be shy about telling him to move a quarter of an inch to the left. We can tell him everything else, like how to drive, and then we shut our mouths in bed. No more silent sex.
Get yourself a sex symbol voice. You don’t have to be a bimbo to sound sexy. You must have bad girl vocabulary skills. Don’t panic, I’m not saying talk like that in the office or within earshot of your kids. I’m talking about with your lover. Be able to say the right words at the right time. Tell him to take all the pussy he needs or ask him to fuck you like he’s mad at somebody. And if you don’t curse, tell him to stick his tongue so far up you that he can taste your cervix. Cervix is not a bad word, is it? It is? Oh, you’re gonna take some work. And why not use foreign accents in bed? Try a Hispanic voice. If you can’t speak it, speak fake Spanish. He won’t know the difference. Be different people. Fantasize, ladies, and have fun. You can even learn to breathe sexy. That can help to intensify your orgasm.
And then there’s masturbating. Did you know that most adult films are made mainly for purposes of masturbation? People please themselves through visual stimulation all the time. So, yes, rent a movie for you and your mate. Triple X-rated movies facilitate our need for fantasy, that’s why we show them on the wide screen at Erotic City. It’s healthy when used in the right way. They’re meant to be instructional. Some men watch porn flicks so they can learn from them. And some men need to learn, so please do let him watch. And I’m not talking about the movies that end just because the man shot cum. What about us? We want our pussies eaten just as much as they want their dicks sucked. Don’t we?
Now, as far as knowing what your pussy looks like, have you ever taken a hand mirror to your vagina? You have these beautiful outer lips called labia majora, and inner lips called labia minora, that protect the vaginal opening. The vagina looks like a flower, like an orchid, it’s really very pretty. Go to the hood and pull back that retractable skin that protects your own beautiful clitoris. It’s pretty in pink and the focal point of pleasure. Actually, its function is solely to induce sexual pleasure. It is your most sensitive spot. We all know we have a G-spot but I call the clit the X-spot. I love my happy clit. When it’s aroused, the clit engorges with blood and extends beyond the hood, some way beyond, like a little penis. How about the urethra? It’s below the clit and it’s the opening that we pee from. And of course we know our vaginal hole, right? It has glands called Bartholin’s that produce lubrication. And we have a portion of skin that’s between the bottom of the vulva and the anus called the perineum. It’s a smooth stretch of skin and for some it’s very sensitive. Take a minute and look at it and visualize what it looks like. Touch it and see what that feels like. Not to mention the anus. Call it an asshole, but it’s an erogenous zone. Take a minute to look at it, too. Slip an ice cube in there. Whether you want it to be an exit only is up to you. But, it’s yours.
Touch yourself, ladies. Become a sexpert in the bed, but an expert on you. You should be the biggest fan of your vagina. We’ve been taught to be ashamed of our vaginas and I, for one, love my pussy. Learn to love your body, including your pussy.
The vagina secretes a scent near the outer lips that is a sexual stimulant. It’s a true aphrodisiac. Be happy about the fact that you have your own scent. Don’t be ashamed of it. Now I’m not saying don’t keep it clean. Don’t have him come running to me if you don’t wash it. But washing it together can be a great part of foreplay. Maybe you can even let him shave her for you. And that’s another thing. Name her. Call her Juicy Janet or Hello Kitty. Own it like that because she belongs to you and the good thing about it is, you don’t need to have a man to enjoy her.
And let’s not forget when we plan to have sex that we can make a home-cooked meal, and light a candle, and put on sexy cucumber melon body butter, buy lavender incense, play romantic music, or put on a hot movie. Get him, or her for that matter, whatever floats your boat, and you in the mood. Watch a football game with him while wearing his favorite team jersey and no panties, with the rule that he can’t touch you until the game’s over. And pick a team. He’ll get turned on if you determine a reward for the winner. That’ll do it. Basically, don’t be afraid of your erotic fantasies. Shatter the myth. Are we ready to be more erotic? Women have wet dreams, too, you know. I’ll be back for more next time. Until then remember, condoms are a girl’s best friend. Now get going and name that sweet pussy. Ciao.
P.S. And as far as Big Booty Trudy’s intense waterworks skills go, or shall I say, Trudy’s art of female ejaculation, only 10 to 20 percent of women actually have a squirting pussy, having actually experienced the erupting expulsion that, some say, can cause you to cry, just from the sheer, intense, erotic pleasure it brings. It really does feel like you’re going to pee on yourself, but making yourself comfortable, free from stress, and having a listening and patient partner, all help in learning to get past the urge to hold back, so you can let it flow. And it’s not urine. Most times it’s clear and odorless. It is a female ejaculate. If you’d like to read up on it, you can check out http://www.the-clitoris.com/f_html/ejacula.htm. There you can learn how to first masturbate while in the bathtub. Let me know how it goes, or cums.
LIVE YOUR SEXY DREAMS!
PYNK
PREVIEW CHAPTER
SEXAHOLICS
by Pynk
October 2009
1
This Is My Confession
My name is Miki Summers and I’m a sexaholic.”
“Hi, Miki,” the warm, smiling support group members sang in unison. The walls of the east hall meeting room of the outpatient treatment facility in Santa Monica, California, were lined with framed twelve-step traditions and Sexaholics Anonymous posters.
Cocoa brown Miki looked down at the chair as she took her seat at the same time that her best friend, Valencia, stood.
“My name is Valencia Hooks and I’m a sexaholic.”
“Hi, Valencia.”
Valencia nodded and sat, crossing her legs and clasping her sweaty hands.
A woman from the other side of the circle stood and spoke. “My name is Teela Raye and I’m a sexaholic.”
The group again gave their standard cheery reply. “Hi, Teela.”
She took her seat.
A petite, dark-skinned woman sprang to her feet. Her voice was melodic. “Hello there, everyone. I’m happy to be here.” She flashed her capped teeth. “My name is Brandi Williams and I’m a sexaholic and an alcoholic.”
“Hi, Brandi.”
Brandi bowed and then scooted her back
side back into the chair, nodding her head and eyeing each member. She rocked back and forth and crossed her arms, embracing herself tightly.
The tall, redheaded support group leader spoke from her seat. “Thank you very much, newcomers. Anyone else?” She looked around along with others who scanned the room, giving time for anyone who was left out. “No? Okay.” She hugged a clipboard and a small dark blue notebook to her chest. “Welcome to Sexaholics Anonymous, or better known as SA. We at SA welcome you and appreciate the fact that you have shared a little bit of yourselves with the group. We want you to consider this group your extended family.” Dr. Rachel Cummings, the Sexaholics Anonymous counselor, crossed her thirty-four-inch legs and flashed a Colgate smile, securing a retractable pencil over her ear.
“The focus of tonight’s meeting is to familiarize you with the promise of recovery. So, first of all, right off the bat, I think it would be healthy and necessary for the new members to go ahead and get your biggest sexual act out of the way now. There has to be an admission in order to have victory over any addiction, and I know it’s scary. But, if you wouldn’t mind, please tell us the wildest thing you’ve ever done sexually. Preferably, the wildest act would not only be the one that possibly shamed you the most, but also one that you may have enjoyed the most. So, let’s think back and speak in truth without fear of judgment, shame, embarrassment, or shock. It’s time to confess. And remember, we are your new recovery family.”
The older members of the group of ten looked around at the newer ones, flashing encouraging, nudging smiles. The newer members checked each other out as if hoping someone else would step up as the first guinea pig of the night but no one budged.
Dr. Cummings spoke encouragingly, giving eyes just as friendly as her voice. “Does anyone care to go first? How about you, Miki, since you gave the first introduction? Would you please?” Dr. Cummings motioned her hands upward, encouraging a standing position.