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When it comes to sex, just call me “Daddy Long Stroke”. I’ll admit it, I love it when my lady calls me daddy during sex, and I never really had a problem getting any of my women to call me daddy during sex. But, I have noticed a lot of women say they don’t understand the phenomenon. So allow me to splain it to you. Here are 5 reasons men like to be called daddy during sex.

The James Evans Factor: Think about dads of old. Back when being a father was common in the urban community and not something to be rewarded. I think power, respect, compentence. When I think of fathers I think of a man who takes care of home. A man who protects her so good its sexy. James Evans was the type of father who you knew would beat that ass. He had a look that would send chills up your spine. So when my lady calls me daddy I feel like superman like right at that moment while I’ll all in her ribs with the manxilla. I’m her protector, I’m her super man.

Kiss My Boo Boo: Ever girl needs their daddy. So when my lady calls me daddy she’s telling me she needs me. She needs me to kiss her to make her feel better, she’s telling me she needs me to drive the manxilla deeper inside of her, to make all of her troubles go away.

All Girls Say It: Another one of the main reasons men like to be called daddy is because all girls have said this at one time or another. I think y’all know what that phrase is: “You ain’t my daddy” well now that’s not what you said last night. I know for me, once a girl says that to me, it is now my goal to make her not only call me daddy, but to make her scream it. Once she screams daddy ain’t much else she can say after that.

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We all heard about the epidemic running wild across the country. Men on the DL, but there is a bigger issue that secretly just as big. Women on the down low. Secretly there are tons of women who like women, want to be with women and are with women.

As previously I wrote I won’t allow a woman to steal my woman, it’s even worst when you’re woman is creeping with another woman. It’s damn near impossible to find out as well, because nowadays you have these lipstick lesbians. So a guy will sit there in his apartment staring at his girlfriend’s friend’s butt, and behind his back she’s digging a nine incher into his girl. A 9 incher that doesn’t go limp at that.

One of my exes had this friend that she would talk to all the time, at times when I would attempt to call her, or speak to her, she would simply say I’m on the phone w/ “Kesha” I’ll call you back in a few. No problem right? Until that day Kesha showed up at my house. Kesha was more hardcore than me. Fresh caesar, colorful polo, tims, sagging jeans and a rainbow bracelet. My heart dropped. My girl never let on that she was gay.

Then it was the athletic woman I dealt with, she was also a bit on the boyish side. I thought it was a faze. She was young, a college freshman, so I thought maybe she didn’t go through her girl stage yet. I mean she loved sex, she would even be hungry for it. She also loved to show off her body, so daily pics of her sexy frame would constantly land in my inbox. I love it, and I never stopped to think that maybe she was on the DL.

That is until we grew up and later became facebook friends. It seemed like she was in some sort of secret cult of beautiful women who liked to dress like men. It blew my mind when it hit me that I might have been w/ a lesbian, but then I come to find out she had a baby. So is she or isn’t she? I still have no clue.

It seems like women have created the perfect environment to be on the DL and not have anyone know. Fast forward to the girl at my old job. As I mentioned before I tried to holla at this girl for almost a year before someone told me she liked girls like I do. In my ignorance I thought so what… but you can’t turn a lesbian. Now some women are just confused, but at the end of the day. The Power of the… is way stronger than anything a man can come up with. How can you compete with a person who has access to the equipment 24 hours a day?

Recently I even had a conversation with one of my homegirls who told me she went through something Mo, wrote about on my site. She thinks she best friend did her while she was passed out drunk. My friend had one too many drinks and her friend offered her house. Long story short my home girl woke up in bed with her friend w/ a long t-shirt and no panties on and no memory of how she got there. After a quick run back into her memory, too many offers to brush her hair, too much touching and too many come ons on drunk nights. The two of them are no longer friends.

Do you think DL women are a big problem? Have you ever been hit on by a woman? Would you have a threesome w/ your man and another woman?

I stood in a crowded room, it must of been a hundred people standing around counting down, and when the ball dropped I found myself in a drunken haze passionately kissing the woman I just spent most of the night staring at until I decided to walk over and start a conversation. Atlanta has a way of connecting people, you know?

We exchanged numbers, her friend and her had to go to a few other spots. I spent the rest of the night stumbling around the party until I decided to go home. Other than a slight headache I was pretty good. I thought I’d be a lot worst considering the amount I drank the night before. I decided to send the girl I just met a text, and it bounced back, a few hours later I gave her a call, one of those weird messages. “Doooo donnnn doooo the number you have dialed” My heart dropped, I bragged about the fly chick, with the round apple on her back, and then I wondered if I had only imaged making out w/ the flyest girl at the New Year’s Eve Party. I was drunk,

Did she give me the number? Or did I just put the wrong number in because I was too drunk? I decided to brush it off, by saying it wasn’t meant to be, then as I went to call my boy to tell him how dumb I was, I noticed that I had a similar number in my call log, seems like she called my number to save it in her phone. Greatness! I sent my happy New Year text, and a minute later my phone was ringing, it was her.

For the next couple of weeks of so, we talked and got to know one another, we tried to hook up a few times, but schedule conflicts prevented things from going as we would have hoped until one day, I received a call, I dashed to her side of town.

Once I was outside of her apartment, she buzzed me up, she was had a half of joint rolled, I pulled out my Newports and sparked one up, she puffed, offered me some I declined, we talked and then she put on some music. She looked amazing in her house clothes. A pair of jeans, boy beater and her hair wrapped. I gave her a glance, and that all it took. We embraced and I started to peel off her clothes. She was feeling the effects of the joint by now, she was floating on air. I had a few drinks before I got there so I was feeling good as well, and now w/ the view of her amazing body things were turning out to be fantastic.

She had an @$$ that swallowed up her G string, and that wouldn’t be the only thing that was going to get swallowed. She got up off the bed to changed the music that was playing. I snapped a few pictures. She rainbow head wrapped told me I might be able to get her to bring one of her girlfriends over to play in the future. The manxilla was at full attention saluting the sight her of body like a soldier would does the flag. She walked over to me, got on her knees and pulled out the bulge in my pants.

She put her on around the base of my shaft, said wow, amazed at my size. I don’t think I’m all that but this seems to be a reoccurring theme. She seemed to smile for my camera, then lick around my head and placed me in her mouth. She moved her head up and down, her tongue twirling around licking the bottom and doing things with her lips. She let her saliva drip out of her mouth and used it for lubrication as her hand spun around and up and down on my manxilla. Every so often she was pull off of the manxilla and flick her tongue along the bottom of my head. She looked up and noticed I wasn’t recording. She asked are you just taking pictures of taking video and then went back to sucking. I snapped a pic, and then flipped the option to record. We were making a movie. I got a nice 2 minute scene of her giving me dome. Saliva strings hung from her mouth as she looked up at the camera, I cut if off and laid her on her back. I took my pants off, reached in my pocket and pulled out the magnums, I rolled it on,

I kissed her on her neck, moved down to her breast. They were just a mouthful but that just how I like them. I put her nipple in my mouth, licked and sucked. Then I gave them a nice nibble. It drove her crazy. I reached down and positioned myself to enter her. I grabbed myself, slide the head of manxilla along her yum yum until I felt her entrance and I slide inside softly. Easing myself in I moved back up to her neck, then back up to her lips, kissing each with a gentle touch. She was going crazy. Her breathing changed, she moaned arched her back and put her hands in my locks.

I reach down grabbed one of her legs and switched up my stride, hard shots as deep of a could. I would move the manxilla inside of her trying to fill any empty space inside of her body with myself. She moaned and scared my back and drowned the room with curse words of joy. I rested my weight on my arms, as I looked up at her face which was all twisted with joy. I put my hand around her neck and choked her, as I move in and out of her body with a graceful force. I would slow up every time I removed my hand from her neck. Letting her catch her breath. I would ask her if she liked what I was doing, and when she replied I said “Shut up b*tch and take this….”

We switched positions, when I hit it from the back I would slap her ass as hard as I could, I stuck my finger inside of her other hole, using my fingers to massage her booty. She told me she was cumming, I heard there is nothing better for a female than a orgasms from the back. I wanted to put it on her. This was my first of the year this would tell me what type of sexual year I would have. I grabbed the camera with my free hand turned it on and filmed myself giving it to her doggy style.

I noticed that it’s sort of hard to do it like a champion and hold a camera at the same time. I would suck as an adult star. I threw the camera down, and continued to drill her, her moans got louder and louder. I felt like I could do anything I wanted to do to her. So I was going to go in the other hole. I pulled out of one and eased into the other hole. She didn’t put up a fight, she allowed me entry and I entered. She tried her hardest but she couldn’t take it, finally collapsing to the bed. I changed rubbers and went back to work on the main whole. She came a few more times… or at least that’s what she told me. I was still up, still ready, I rolled over to my back, took the rubber off grabbed my camera and told her to make me nut.

She climbed on top of me and put me into her mouth. Again grabbing the manxilla by the base and placing me into her mouth, she got it as wet as possible before coming off and laying a long strip of spit along the top of the manxilla, she flicked her tongue went up and down and spoke Spanish to me…. Something like ta ta la Xilla, I couldn’t really make it out, because I was still inside of her mouth. She smiled and began to jerk me. Moaning begging me to bust for her, she stroked and sucked, sucked and stroked. Meanwhile I was getting it all on camera. I watched her focus all of her attention on me and then look at the camera with a certain naughty look that drove me wild. I had to put the camera down and focus on letting off… I help her by rubbing one out as her awaited with an eager mouth. I let go and she caught most of it, and let my baby batter ease down her throat. I grabbed the camera and focused it on an exhausted her… I told her she missed some, she began to suck on my half hard manxilla and then I pointed out a splash which landed on my thigh to which she slurped it up. Looked at the camera exhaled and said it’s all over my mouth, as she whipped the rest of my liquid future black presidents off her her mouth.

That was the end of round one, we would do it again in the middle of one of my favorite shows…. Needless to say she left NY due to personal reasons, on a trip and has never returned…. too bad too she could have been the one.

Its summer time the season of bathing suits, pick up basketball games and more. Some people love summer others hate it. I don’t like sweating. I hate being hot, but if you like being hot, I have the hottest blogs from around the net for your reading enjoyment. 

The Worst Bathing Suits of the Summer 

8 Cartoons that probably have a STD

Not sure who wears the pants in this relationship but I’m sure she has a new girlfriend

Free Grey Goose isn’t always a good thing, you might end up on stage making an ass out of yourself.

She just pushed out a dead baby and now she wants to have sex. Can you help her out?

Drake doesn’t want a redo, he loves his breastfest. I mean video

She got an ass that will swallow up a g-string. 

Rihanna messes up a nice nipple slip moment. We already seen them might as well let us seem em again. 

Nothing like a nice load on a woman’s face to really get a guy going. She seemed to enjoy it too. Well of course in this video it was ice cold Sprite from a banned Sprite commercial in Germany and not man milk, but it leads me to the even bigger question. Why do women seem to enjoy smearing baby batter on their face?

I love when a woman allows me to spread my seed all over her chin, cheek and occasionally in her nostrils and eyeballs like jelly on a PB&J sanwich. I simply love it. Nothing beats the feeling of beating up the coochie long that she’ll bust 3 or more times and then I roll over on my back to get topped off by a nice beautiful model. I love when she puts her mouth on me and receives me in her mouth and then when I get ready to explode she turns her face to the side and smears all my gooey baby batter on her face and into her skin. That is love right there. Women seem to enjoy this act so much, I often wonder what goes through her mind while she’s doing this?

I know for me, I love smearing a woman’s wetness all over my face during those long munch sessions. It makes me feel like a champion. It’s a badge of honor to me. When I’m done I wear her on my face and beat it up, go back down and eat it up, then come back up and beat it up some more. Every now and then you get a woman who will flinch when the man juice rockets out of the manxilla, but a true sexual intellectual is willing to take it on the face no flinching allowed.

I often wonder is there a criteria about this too? I know some women will only swallow certain men, their boyfriends, long standing jumpoffs, or the guy who got them super drunk at the club. I say to all the ladies, of blogxilla.com take it on the face, wear that batter batter with pride and smile like the lovely snow bunny in this banned sprite ad after she took that chocolate meat deep in her throat. It’s a badge of honor, a seal of approval that our love is worth a little man milk on your chin, cheek or forehead. Rub it in and leave it there, fall to sleep and wake up with an extra bit of crust on your face. We’ll love you for it in the morning.

Would You Take It On The Face?

My boy @MrMecc sent me this video. I don’t know if he was trying to be funny because he has a nice thick white woman on his lap… I kid I kid. I don’t wanna offend any of my beautiful black women. Check the tags this is a Black Relationship Blog! I love my sister’s don’t forget that. But, if there are beautiful women in a video and a dope track I’m all for it. Beside this guy is everywhere. I got the chance to see him perform at a panel I did and the kid is dope. You should definitely check out his music. Pop the lid for his Swagger video.

“You know you really need some help. A regular psychiatrist couldn’t even help you. You need to go to like Vienna or something. You know what I mean? You need to get involved at the University level. Like where Freud studied and have all those people looking at you and checking up on you. That’s the kind of help you need. Not the once a week for eighty bucks. No. You need a team. A team of psychiatrists working round the clock thinking about you, having conferences, observing you, like the way they did with the Elephant Man. That’s what I’m talking about because that’s the only way you’re going to get better.”

Have you ever dealt with a crazy person, now I’m not talking regular crazy like drools or believe in they’re a comic book character, a famous person’s girlfriend or anything like that. I’m talking about those new and improved extra crazy people.

You know the ones, who always ask where you going, who you talking to, or just popping up out the blue. I had a girl who sat outside my house once, I pulled up parked my car and walked into my house. As soon as I closed the door I got a phone call it was her, calling to tell me what I had on, and that I had just walked in the house and she saw me. I never noticed she was parked two spots up. I hopped into her car a bit scared and she said to me… “See I could have killed you” I could have been Steve McNair’d before Steve McNair.

There are also crazy people who can’t take a sign, or just won’t take no for an answer. I had a friend who sat on the phone all night with a girl who was threatening to kill herself. I also had another neighbor who was basically a prisoner for a grown ass man. She was an 18 year old mother, and she was bad. Her body was off the hook, and her face was very pretty. I saw her one day and inquired about her, from the dude who hung out around the building. They told me how her boyfriend beats her ass and she’s never alone. One day I was walking to the store and I saw her walking like one of those white girls in the scary movies. She pulled out her hoe card, because her man took the baby for the day. I mention her to say that a crazy person can have a strange affect on a person.

There is also the crazy person who thinks the whole word is against them. Everything makes them feel sad, they are so depressed it’s not even funny. I can go on for days but I want y’all to share your stories. What’s the craziest things you’ve ever had to deal with in a relationship? Mine would have to be the girl who locked up on me and would not let me out of her coochie. Than sat outside my house for 3 hours so I wouldn’t leave.

I don’t want a threesome anymore. Mainly because I don’t trust these hoes. These days you have to be more cautious of your girl’s female friends than you do her male friends. There is a new breed of female who appreciates a woman’s beauty more than she appreciates a man’s excellence. While these niggas are busy trying to get a woman’s opinion on his salmon colored shirt and how it matches his kicks. Kanye approved of course.

I’ve seen woman slobber over Tahiry’s butt, Amber’s boobs, and Rihanna’s nipple ring. Followed by a no nympho or no homo or the now infamous [II] What’s going on these days? As a man I can’t compete with the beauty of a woman, nor can I compete with the dildo of a true lipstick femme, or as I like to call them nigga-b*tches. Not to be confused with b*tch niggas. I have no problem with them, they can befriend one of my chicks anyday, but I don’t trust to studdly hoes. Hell I don’t even trust those extra pretty chicks. They are the main ones who wanna experiment. Get your curious ass away from my chick! I saw you were looking at her butt, in the club. That’s my ass, and I’m 100% sure I can out f*ck you for a good 45 minutes, but that 46th… damn you got me.

I’ve always said I learned how to eat coochie from a lesbian. A nice fine femme I used to work with, who strung me along for a good 9 months before I found out we were on the “SAME TEAM”

You girls fall for those “oh you’re so beautiful” compliments from chicks and next thing you know you’re letting this extra cute girl feel on your boobs while I sit there smiling because I’m thinking about the threesome, while this extra cute nigga-b*tch is about to take my girl with a hurricane tongue that could have brought Dorothy, Ashanti and Diana Ross to Oz and back in 2 minutes flat. Damn nigga-b*tches. NO HOMO, but you have no idea what it’s like to look at a person dressed like a boy that’s so cute you find yourself staring trying to figure out if that’s a guy or a girl. You analyze them like, eye brows arched, eye liner and a fitted cap, and the only way you know its a girl because you notice the damn rainbow accessories she has on. But people from a far just think this nigga staring at another nigga! PAUSE!!! That’s a girl!! Damn it. A girl who will take my chick if I let her, but it’s not going to happen.

One of my exes told me she got a girlfriend now. How the hell did this happen, you might ask. It happened because I tried to talk her best friend into having a threesome with us, and they decided to partake of the festivities without me. You can’t do that it’s against the rules. It’s one of those unwritten rules like how y’all won’t talk to a dude who has looked at your friend like he wanted to smash, or said hi to your friend and she runs and tell you that nigga tried to holla at me. No I didn’t I just said hi, now I can’t holla at the chick I wanted to holla at because I was being nice. I swear y’all ladies got some weird ways.

And how does your coochie just end up in another chicks mouth? Riddle me this pretty young thing? All I’m saying is watch these chicks, they will smile in your face one day and have your coochie or your chicks cooch in their mouth the next. Remember what Marvelous Mo said about the saga of a straight chick, well there is another saga of trying to keep your chick straight.

I was on the phone setting up a ride home while I was waiting at the MARTA station. Shorty wasn’t my girl, but she did take care of me. Looking back that might of been the reason why I dealt with her because honestly she wasn’t that cute. I mean she wasn’t ugly but she wasn’t “THE BOMB!” I could of done better, and in the back of my mind I thought all she’d be a Cinderella who never had a chance at the title. That’s when I saw her, Better. I quickly hung up the phone with the chick I was passing time with, and made small talk with Better. She was from Delaware visiting Atlanta for the weekend, one she would never forget.

I asked her how did she feel to be from the home of the guy who could be our next vice president. She looked at me like I was stupid until I explained to her that Obama picked Biden for his VP. She smiled, and began to accept my small talk. During the ride back, we realized we were going to the same station, we exchanged numbers and made plans to hook up later that night. I didn’t take it seriously though, I figured it would be another boring night with the chick who was just keeping a better woman’s spot by my side. Until I got a text message. I check it, smiled when the pass time girl asked me who text me. I brushed her off. “You are not my girl” I thought. I was in her car, getting a ride from her and I’m making plans to hook up with another woman. So wrong.

It was no wonder I wasn’t in a relationship, but she knew that at the time I didn’t want to be tied down. I was enjoying myself nor was I in any situation to take care of a girlfriend like I wanted. Anyway, I told her to drop me off at my house, she wanted to hang out that night, but I was leaving my options open for the better chick.

Later that night I got the call from Better, she wanted to hang and she asked me if I had a friend. I only had a room mate, and lucky for me he wanted to hang. We went out for a bite to eat and ended back at our apartment where there was a gang load of alcohol and board games. We played for shots and before we knew it we were all drunk out of our minds. I made the move for some first date sex and it worked.

I’ve been dealing with a lot of haters lately. One who even copy and pasted my blogs and put them forth as his own. I called him up so quick. I can only say it must be the increased traffic and increased recognition. If you didn’t know, traffic on BlogXilla.com is at an all time high, last month we broke a record for visitors, views and impressions and the globalgrind network is now larger than Media Takeout. I owe that to each one of you. I’ve been doing a lot of hard work, recently spent the last week flying around the country and I’m a bit tired and mentally drained.

I’ll admit I’ve had haters before, but these new haters are on a whole different level one of my haters have spent the whole day writing twitter messages about me and how I can’t write. I mean if I didn’t say I’m a terrible writer all the time I wouldn’t be upset, but I say this all the time. lol Anyway this new hater gave me a great idea. I am going to write about the top 5 sexual haters of the world.

Babies: Is it me or does a child always need attention when you’re trying to get it on? While I don’t have sex while my daughter is around, I have been with women with kids. Children must have a six sense to know when their mother is about to get the pipe because they seem always to wake up, cry or wander into the room while sex is going down.

That One: If you ever tried to holla or been holla’d at while with your friends there is always one who wants to hate. You’re trying to get your groove on and someone says “we came together we leave together” or “how am I going to get home” or there is the thought that about time I drop this bird off, it’s going to be too late to get a good f*cking going.

The Limp D*ck: There have been times that for some reason or another I just couldn’t get it up. Maybe I wanted it too much or maybe I was tired, but there have been times when it just doesn’t work! I say I’m being cock blocked by my cock!

Aunt Flow: Ladies, have you ever planned a nice weekend and you just knew you were going to ride your man like a bum rides the 3 train begging for cash? I’ve been cock blocked by aunt flow many times. Why do you women not tell a dude this, until after the date is done? Y’all know we were expecting having sex, and you wanna pop that info on a dude at the last minute. We kissing and I reach down and get the un unnnnn!!! SMCH!

The Hater: This is the low live who has nothing else to do with their time but hate on another person. This person usually has no picture up on their web pages, send twitter messages trying to get someone to pay attention to them and will not allow their friends to get any ass period. They will tell dirty secrets, get in the way and actually… this person probably doesn’t have any real friends. They just walk up and ruin a mood whereeverand whereever they can.