Let’s start this off by saying that this post is about my relationship, my experience & how I feel about certain things. There’s things I will mention that I’d rather keep for the people who have access to this sugar & spice page ❤️🤪. So let’s get into it!

Going back to my very first post on this page about me being turned on & okay with my man sleeping around. This is something that I feel like a lot of women won’t admit that they are okay with, understandably so. My argument with this is, why are we so quick to forgive when our man cheats? SOME OF US. Why are we so protective of our men but then let them back in so fast after being with another woman? To a certain extent, we get off on women wanting what we have. At least I do and I know other women who do so if this don’t apply let it fly. But, to a certain degree it’s exhilarating to know that another woman wants what we have. For me, it goes far beyond that. I’ve said so many times that I’ve fought the kink that I have wanting my man to have sexual freedom & then tell me about it. *shrugs* call me crazy or dumb or whatever but it’s just what I like. There’s something very sexually arousing to know that my man can please another woman sexually purely for pleasure and nothing more. The feeling I got when I was reading a message between him and a girl that insinuated that they had sex gave me an adrenaline rush. I was very confused at first with what I was feeling. I felt betrayed in a sense only because at the time, I had not established with him that I was ok with him having sex with other women. So, for him not to know that at the time, I was upset. But the other feeling I got was goddamn I’m so turned on and I wanna fuck. Like….. right now.
At first, I didn’t like that feeling so I suppressed it. I did that because a one-sided open relationship was something I wasn’t ready for until I truly knew that what we had was solid. I needed to know that this man loves me, wants to marry me, and is committed to ME in the relationship sense.
Here’s the thing, to me, dick is dick. Just like pussy is pussy. You can find that shit around the corner. What you can’t find around the corner though, is me. I am a rare breed and I am what a lot of men are looking for. That’s not me being cocky, but that’s me being truly honest with myself. I am so secure in who I am and confident in a way that I’ve never been before in past years. So yes, I am ok with my man having a sexual thing with another woman as long as he isn’t giving away my time and he isn’t putting her before me. Don’t make me look stupid in public, don’t make another woman feel like she can take my place, etc. Obviously there’s boundaries. Like no, you don’t have two girlfriends. But, you have the freedom to be a sexual butterfly for your pleasure but especially mine.
My thing is, if you’re going to allow your man to cheat on you then why not suggest an open relationship? If youre going to be insecure then why are you in a relationship at all? I’m not taking jabs at anybody I’m just saying If you require your man to be faithful then you need to stand on that and only that. But to allow him to fuck around and hurt you but you keep taking him back I mean clearly you like that shit to some extent and that’s just my take on it.
So, since I like that shit LOL, I’ve opened his side of this relationship with boundaries. I’m so much happier that I stopped caring about being “normal” and what defines a “normal relationship”. None of our relationships are normal if you ask me. We all do shit we are afraid to admit we all like things that we are ashamed of. This is one of those things that I used to be ashamed of but now I could care less about.
What I am protective over is his intelligence and intellectual stimulation. His intellectual stimulation can make me bust a nut on its own. Without him even having to touch me. He makes love to my brain in such a way that it drives me crazy and I could not allow another woman to experience that part of him on a regular. That part of him is for me and me only.
We have to really ask ourselves what about our relationships makes us tick. We have to start being honest with each other about what we are really protective over and what we aren’t. We like to lie to ourselves because it’s more comfortable. Like, is it really because he cheated or is it because he was showing her attention and giving her time that he should’ve been giving you? We have to break these things down to understand how we are hard wired.
I could care less that he fucked her, but I hated the fact that she was interested in his intellect. So I had to be honest with my true feelings. You need to ask yourself what it is you really get upset about and break that shit down otherwise, you will end up unhappy and allowing things you don’t want to allow.
Most of us women are ok with our man sleeping around. Most of us even initiate threesomes too. I’m not big on threesomes although I love women too. I just want to watch for my own sexual pleasure, but that’s just me.
If you are honest with your woman from jump like say look, I’m a hoe. I like to fuck around, but I only want you as my woman. I’d never make any of these bitches my lady, I bet you’d get a lot more success out of your relationship. I mean, shit, If he told me that I would be so turned on I can’t even tell you. LOL.
I mean he did, but not in that way. He basically admitted that he has a problem with fucking around sometimes and I had to admit that deep down I wanted him to. I wasn’t as mad as I claimed and I was just putting on a front, when in reality, we both should’ve been honest from the jump. But as I said, I can’t have that type of relationship without knowing where we stand and without feeling secure first.
There’s so many women that I know for a fact want my dude, but they wouldn’t last two weeks. He’s so complicated in the best way and he can be extremely difficult sometimes but it’s okay because I know how to handle him. I know how to handle everything he comes with and he admires me for that. He loves me and everything about me and he wants me to be his wife. That’s all I needed to unlock the one-sided open relationship with him. But the only way to know truly that your man only wants a committed relationship with just you, you can’t tell him up front that you are cool with that sexual butterfly shit because it causes problems in the beginning. He can’t know that you like that because then the committed part may not only take longer, but it may never come. I had to test him. I had to make sure he only wanted ME. Yes he fucked up twice in 3 years, but that’s way less than what I’ve had before let me tell you. I started to see him really open up and love me for me and appreciate my growth as a woman. We are finally in a place in our lives where we both know what and who we want. But, I don’t want to rob him of a good time every now and again. I don’t want to rob him of sexual experiences and make him feel trapped as if I’m the only woman he’s ever allowed to have sex with again. Him having his freedom to do him turns me the fuck on like a light switch. We are a perfect match. ❤️

Just thought I’d bring a little perspective from the woman’s side when it came to nonmonogomy.
I’m down for it!
Open relationships >>> polygamy. I’m not with that polygamy shit I’d kill somebody. There’s a big difference and I think people get the two misconstrued. I’d also like to add that this isn’t something that I would want to bring into my marriage and my man feels the same way. So we are having our fun while we are unmarried and that is absolutely okay.
Thanks for reading!

10'o'clock rolled around fast. It's been a while since we've seen each other and I'm feeling all of the wetness in between my legs. When I say a while, I mean only about two weeks. A day without you makes me lose my mind a little bit, but I've learned to be patient and wait on daddy, because when it's all said and done, the wait is always worth it. Practically worth more than Gold itself in it's purest form. The sexual tension all day was so high, just the whisper of your sexy ass voice could cut through it. We shared a moment a few hours before and it was a little heated. Even the sun outside, that was beaming at about 105 that day trying to show out, was a little jealous. Even though we knew we had to wait until later, we never mind pushing lines, just a little. A passionate kiss, the grab of my neck, the death grip I had around your body wanting to make sure you didn't pull away before I wanted you to, damn... that shit was euphoric in itself.
"You better stop, before you get fucked right now," you tell me. I bite my lip and look you up and down because I know you like when I do that shit. It makes me feel a slight sense of power, even though in the bedroom, you defeat me every time just the way I like.
So, once night time fell, showers were taken, and tipsy was knocking at my door, we both knew what time it was.
Before you even threw me on the bed, I was leaking. I mean, dripping baby. Everything about you turns every single part of my body on. I become alive in a way that seems like the first time, every single time.
The look of seduction stares back at me from those beautiful brown eyes and thick eyelashes.
My body is thrown on the bed and you kiss every inch of it with those soft, juicy ass lips. Knowing good and well that shit gone send me straight to the muhfuckin' sky man. Fuck, why do you do this to me?
We both are fans of foreplay, but in this moment, there was no amount of foreplay that was going to make me any wetter, or you any harder.
Next thing you know, whew, there go the cookie monster. Gah'damn. My wet-box is crying and practically begging for him.
That chocolate skin, that gold chain, and those pearly white teeth do it to me every time.
Time to saddle up because you've been gone a lil minute. It's always good when I show you what you been missing while you gone, just so you don't forget. But, babbbbbyyyyyy, I did not know what I was in for.
My thick thighs grip your body as I slowly move up and down in rhythmic motions. Our eyes lock on each other and telepathic messages are being sent back and forth to let us both know we are connecting on the the deepest level. The look of pure satisfaction is on your face as you bite your lip and smile remembering just how juicy you make me.
It feels so good I can't help but to ride you faster.... harder... because I am on a mission.
"Damn baby," you say to me softly. "You know you got the best shit I've ever had right? FUCK. This shit is so good."
"Damn girl, you really gone be my wife."
You saying all this shit is bringing me to my point. But, you never fail to surprise me. Just as I am taking control, you grip my waist accompanied by all of my fluffiness. "Slow down baby," you say. Just as I do, you grab my neck, and you begin to push up harder, following the same pace as me. "Cum for daddy baby. And when you do, you gone cum again two more times after that." The grip on my neck becomes tighter, but not too tight. Just in the way I like that makes me feel like you have all of the control over me in this moment, because that's the shit that turns me on the most.
Man, that's all you have to say every. single. time. The submissiveness in my nature always falls in line anytime you give me an order. The way you talk, the way you look, everything in this moment is making me so weak. Not to mention, you hitting bout 5 or 6 G-Spots within me all at the same time. I'm sure that ain't even a thing, but the way you explore the inside of me like it was your first time getting to know my cupcake, it felt like I had no control over my body anymore. It didn't matter if I wanted to cum right now or wait it out, it was happening.
I had no idea though, that I was going to climax 6 times within 2 minutes. What the entire fuck? I scream out in the loudest cry of ecstasy with the look of fulfillment, but also confusion. Cause, how did I just let this nigga make me tap out like this. The smile on your face let me know you were enjoying watching me be defeated in the best way possible.
After the 6th time, my legs are jello. I nearly catch a seizure from the amount of stimulation my body has just received in this short amount of time. Even though I'm weak and can barely move, you gently grab my legs so that I don't fall over and you allow yourself to reach your destination just shortly after me. I always know when you're about to cum because your body gets tense and you wrap onto me so tight, not wanting me to let go.
Fuck... there it is. Complete and utter satisfaction for us both. I fall over to the side as your body becomes weak as well so the grip you had on me releases. Forcing my weak, limp, but content being to have no choice but to land wherever I fell.
"Come lay on daddy baby."
As I lay on your beautiful melenated chest, I feel an instant sensation of comfort and safety.
"How was that.." you ask. I just smile...
me - amazing.
you - amazingly amazing.
me - fucking great.
you - euphoric.

Shortly after the exchange of descriptions, we drift off into dream land.

* Excuse any typos or errors. I do not edit anything sent to me anonymously. Everything in quotations is the real first hand story.

This came from a friend… said it’s the best sex he ever had. Super sweet. ❤️

​“ Senior year, apart from a few months of graduating. With me being 17 and my first love being 18, and after rekindling what we first had we established a friends with benefits relationship, with way more benefits and feelings involved. I was allowed to spend multiple nights under her parents house, as well as trusted enough to get down to it with minimal and minor consequences. So upon this agreement was an additional stipulation I like to call "The Fine Print," was made stating that if we kept this up till graduation day, this would be it. I'm locking it down and putting a promise ring on the finger with the intention of buying an engagement ring within then next 5 years (giving time for both of our college graduations). As many would know that this is high school and of course "The Fine Print" was never achieved. So as this relationship started, at the time I've had about 3 partners. 2 of them being in relationships with. 1 due to another scandal. She's only had 1, multiple times with the school's biggest scandal. Even though we declared to be each others first, once again that was never achieved. But our experiences were definitely one of a kind, top notch, x-rated type shit. So it all comes down to this one night. New Years. The plan to spend the night was already in effect. Her mom slipped her a few mini wine and champagne bottles and she was feeling it slightly. New Years ball dropped. We shared a kiss and it was off to bed for all of us. But to no avail sleep for just the two of us would be limited. Going from the bed, to the floor, to the bathroom, and back into the bed was almost unimaginable. Not being able to tell the difference between the water from the shower to her natural waters of the fruit was frightening yet exhilarating. For her to explode 9 times compared to my frenzy of 4 was impeccable. Lying there speechless, we knew we created something that couldn't be put into words or each others worlds. So we layed there in each others arms and watch the sun rise. As it watch us drift off into a blissful slumber. As we awoke, still in each others arms, we shared a kiss to top off they job well done. Excited, thinking this would be a step into the next level. When in reality it was probably, the last best moment we shared. For future events utterly destroyed our universe.”