PEACE. Love, Harmony.

Anonymous asked: Give us guys some advise on giving girls head.

1. Light some candles, girls love that fancy.

2. Turn off the lights, most likely she is insecure about her body like most women are.

3. TAKE YOUR TIME, anticipation build up is EXPLOSIVE, if yadddddamean.

4. Kiss everything but, before you do the deed and lick the clitoris. If you don’t know where this is, you must be too young to be going down on girls anyway. It is the little tiny gummy bear pearl above the vaginal opening, under the labia.

5. Be gentle, there are 8000 nerves in the clitoris, 15000 nerve fibers in the pelvic area. YES she can feel everything you’re doing, NO it’s not like it is in porn.

6. Don’t be afraid to moan and groan a little, it’s a turn on.

7. Enjoy yourself, she’s enjoying it as much as you are.

8. I know you probably think flicking your tongue as fast as you can is impressive and a talent, but placing your tongue on the clit and using more of a slow-medium paced rubbing technique can get the job done faster.

9. Stimulate her nipples while you’re down there, it’s a hormone driver and will bring her to climax faster and harder.

10. Take breaks by kissing it with excess amount of lip, softly, sandwiched with a little bit of tongue.

11. Look up at them. Eye contact is so intimate and passionate and daring.

12. Pick her up and make her sit on your face. Point blank.

13. When you lick in a circular motion, most guys think that aggressiveness is key, but don’t get ahead of yourself cowboy, if you go at it too strong you’ll lick everything AROUND it. Lick it in small tiny little circles so you hit every nerve ending on that clit.

14. Contrary to popular belief, sticking your tongue in the actual vagina isn’t very stimulating in any way unless you have a tongue long enough to wrap around and dig into her “g-spot” which is highly unlikely, so don’t waste your time trying to do so, she’s faking it. Rather, get your fingers extremely wet (because no girl likes getting burnt down there off a dry finger) and finger her and rub her “g-spot” while you eat her out. If you don’t know where the g-spot is, stick two fingers in, face up, and tuck under in a “come here” finger signal.

15. Don’t be afraid to spread her lips wide open so you can get her clitoris more vulnerable. Remember, it will be more sensitive, so be gentle and keep it wet.

16. Take breaks to talk dirty to her like asking her if she wants to cum, or asking her if she wants you to make her cum. I love when my man does that.

17. Get all into it. Don’t be dainty. Put your whole mouth on it, your face, what have you. Don’t make it seem like you’re not trying to get wet, and if you’re not, what the heck are you doing down there in the first place little boy? Move out the way and let a man do it!

18. Go off of what you hear, if she is moaning loudly, whatever you’re doing is right. If she’s starting to snore, maybe it’s time to switch it up, if she says don’t stop, well. don’t. um. stop.

19. When she’s about to cum, basically, go HAM. Make her reach new heights of orgasmic explosion EVERY SINGLE TIME. When she cums, having sex will feel better for both of you because it will be extremely wet and it will be a great transition for her coming from orgasm to just constant penetration, it will let her ride her orgasm out.

20. Don’t be afraid to talk about it after and ask her for pointers and what felt good and what didn’t and what helps her reach the big O. Sometimes, talking through the deed and handling being embarrassed by being schooled by a girl on how to eat out for one try can benefit you the rest of your life. That’s what Austin did. He was so eager to learn more. We talked through it one time and now he has me begging to not let me cum yet. It’s harder than giving head, it’s way more sensitive and the moves are intricate. Every girl is different too by the way, so these tricks I’m giving you are just little things to use as guidelines, but asking her what really turns her on is the best you can do. DON’T BE SHY! If she wants you to eat her out, she wants to cum, and if she wants to cum, she’ll be as eager to let you in on her dirty little stimulants as you are eager to learn.

oh and PS, boy you better cuddle after.

Anonymous asked: why have you two decided to wait until marriage? & when are you getting married?

We decided this maybe about two weeks ago, I want to say, because we started living our lives closer to God and He warns us about premarital sex and the danger and immorality of it. Society is the saturated by-product of this where STDs are a norm, where losing it at prom night means you’re a late bloomer, and where if your biological parents are still together, consider yourself the only 10% of people in the world lucky enough to make that percentile. Since we’ve made this decision, God has been blessing us with less petty arguments, financial security, Austin’s been getting shows, jobs in production/mastering tracks, and acting, my health has been clearing up, and we’ve had an easy transition into ceasing using profanity, giving us more time to improve our vocabulary; for me because I just like extensive vocabulary, and Austin for his freestyling/rapping.

Anyway, since God has been blessing us, we believe that He’ll continue keeping us together as the power couple that other couples look up to and that other people use for a standard of a relationship they are looking for. Ask around, we are a perfect duo. He is my soulmate, my hero, my prince, my light, my warmth, my breakfast in the morning, my prayer at night, the song stuck in my head at work, and my nutrition. We aren’t oblivious like some people may claim, because we Do fight, we just don’t let anyone hear about it, nor do we let anyone in between us which is what is most important to do in a relationship: keep it sacred. The aura you make when you’re together is a sanctuary, your love is a convenant.

Don’t waste your time with someone you don’t see yourself marrying. And if you are planning on marrying that someone you’re with, but you two have issues, then resolve it. FACE your problems, don’t FACEBOOK your problems. I don’t care how much of a “ride-or-die” your “bestie for life” is. The fact of the matter is that no one cares about you and your significant other and your false alarms the way that you two will. So why not confide in each other rather than in these people who care solely about their opinions of your life. What happens in your relationship is all you need to care about, everything else? Every other opinion of the two of you spilling out of the cheap lips of third party perspective on-lookers is none of your business.

Just a piece of advice from the love life of Mony & Reverah.

Anyway, two days ago, Austin proposed to me

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Anonymous asked: More erotic stories please ? :)

Austin and I have made recent decisions to wait until marriage.

Anonymous asked: more sex stories of you and austin <3

It’s a typical night in the life of Austin and Harmony; sitting on the couch, with a bowl of popcorn, watching either Disney movies or Glee reruns, while Bonnie plays with her squeaky toy on the floor in one of her sweaters. I look over at him and mount him, typical. I start kissing his chin, the crevice of his neck where my face belongs during that “after a long day at work” hug he gives me. I continue kissing his beautiful jawline, down to his chest, and I plant one on his heart. He lifts me up by my chin and kisses me on the lips. He asks me “Do you ever feel guilty?” I look at him puzzled. “Guilty about what?” I ask. “Guilty that we are committing premarital sex especially now that we are on track with the Lord and in God’s light… I don’t want you to think I don’t want to do it with you, because I do, but I think we should wait til marriage.” I feel this hole punch through my heart in amazement of how close he’s getting with God since his salvation on December 15th, when he didn’t want to accept God over logic so we prayed that God would give him a sign as an “okay green light” when sure enough, the pastor came knocking on our door the very next day without invite. God works in mysterious ways. Anyway, the night after I had been fighting my hormones trying not to seduce Austin. I woke up that morning early for work when the sun isn’t even out yet, and I lay down facing the same way as Austin feeling him reflexively cuddle me. I start wiggling trying to seduce him, falling weak of our new agreement. He finally fully wakes up, looks at me, grabs my face, I can feel him about to start sucking on my ear, but instead he comes close and whispers, “I respect you,” and continues cuddling me.

We’re waiting til marriage.

Anonymous asked: How can you tell when you come?

Trust me, when you cum, you’ll know. Not so much during intercourse, but by receiving oral stimulation to your clitoris.

You get a sensitive, borderline ticklish sensation that just shoots all throughout your body that makes the hairs at the top of your spine stand at attention. While his tongue strokes your clit, its like a motor about to blow, a constant urging feeling from your pelvis to your chest out through your mouth in the form of a moan. Tell him to tug on your nipples while he’s down there for more stimulation. It’s a little more work during the process, but it will make you cum faster. Exhale as much as you can, when you’re in a relaxed state, you cum harder. Don’t focus on anything but sexuality and intimacy, don’t think about your grocery list or life’s problems, just focus on how sexy he is making you feel, you’ll cum faster. When that time about comes, it’s a total utter feeling of loss of control and explosion and just climax, there’s really no other word for it.

You can tell by the sheets being wet, for one and just like guys, we women could easily fall asleep shortly after.

Make me a sandwich.

Anonymous asked: What's the best thing to do while giving a blowjob? To make sure the guy I's pleasured

These are just a few steps to make a blowjob more enhanced. Find your own moves, but honestly, just enjoy yourself. If you don’t, he’ll be able to tell, he won’t enjoy it, and why are you down there anyway?

1. NO teeth

2. Look up

3. Get it and keep it wet and hard

4. Use both hands, not just your mouth. Mouth on the head, right hand on the shaft, left hand grabbing his balls. Multitask girl!

5. Don’t be afraid to moan of enjoyment

6. Enjoy yourself! Find pleasure in pleasuring your man. It will make the experience better for you and better for him.

7. Let him watch spit fall out of your mouth onto his head and suck it back up after going all the way down his shaft.

8. Tilt your head sideways and put his head on the inside part of your cheek and pop it softly out of your mouth while looking at him.

9. Swallowing is the best gift you can give to your man, mouth open.

10. If you don’t wanna finish him off, finish with a bang, literally.

Anonymous asked: What was the first time you and Austin made love like? How'd it happen?

After leaving a kickback, he and I drove to Ranch Hills Elementary School to just converse and hang out, nothing sexual planned ahead of us. He pushed me on the swings and chased me around the park. I remember exactly what I was wearing, how cold it was, and how appetizing his conversation was. We walked around the school pretending we were boyfriend and girlfriend as fifth graders, hand in hand, Lauryn Hill Pandora station leaking out of his pocket from his phone, walking me class to class showing me every class he used to attend. I had forgotten what it was like to have butterflies that only appear during your prepubescent stages of swearing you know what love is, but I got them and the feeling wouldn’t cease. After “school” was over, we snuggled up on the sidewalk of that culdesac and just kept the conversation going effortlessly through 3:00AM. We had the best philematology chemistry right off the bat and I am a firm believer that a kiss can tell you everything. Conversation seeped into 5:00AM. The only thing ending this perfect night was the fact that I had to drive home an hour and a half away. I drove back home into the sunrise and couldn’t get him, nor my obsessive longings to see him, off of my mind. So we made a plan to see each other on Monday. Two of the longest days of my life passed and he drove all the way out to Barstow to see me and spend the night with me at my apartment. We implanted our ass marks on the couch with how long we sat there just going back and forth talking about everything and nothing, watching kung fu movies for his interest and he met me halfway watching Disney movies as well. I went in the kitchen and cooked an Italian sausage, onion, and bell pepper sandwich on sourdough bread, garlic, olive oil, and lemon steamed cauliflower, and broccoli cheddar rice. I distinctly remember a conversation we had in the middle of my kitchen where we were apprehensive to admit that we were both falling in love with one another, but we let each other know that this, whatever “this” was, had potential to be our last relationships. We confirmed those hidden feelings later on in the relationship. Though we were both nervous, I invited him into my bed to cuddle even though we both knew that we were both dying to release our internal intensities for each other. He was laying to my left, the side closest to the door so he can protect the princess. We started talking about our sexual track records and I’m glad he wasn’t judgmental at my “Carfax”. I thank God that I have one of the very few guys in the world with a low count and a big heart. Talking about it secretly made me jealous that I wasn’t his first, but he was going to be my last. He started kissing my cheek, kissing me, kissing my neck… It’s like we’ve been in love for a lifetime, you know? Like- when things are just finally right in your life, that was the satisfying feeling I had. We had Lauryn Hill playing so I knew it was more than just a fuck. I kind of blacked out being drowned in all of my emotions, love, sweat, and shortness of breath and I just remember things going so slow and slower and slower, but fast enough to make me cum.. twice. I woke up from this perfect first time to him laying on top of me with his head on my chest saying “Thank you for letting me in you,” like the gentleman he is. I love him so much.

Austin and I recently bought a dog (an all white Pembroke Welsh Corgi) and we are picking her up tomorrow at 3:30. We are taking more steps forward in our relationship so I want to personally thank you for asking me this question and bringing me back to the beginning where love first grew.

Anonymous asked: I don't think you're a slut for being sexual with your boyfriend. I actually admire it! I can only dream of doing the things you do with him. Just don't have the confidence in myself for it. Ex: dancing on him. Mad props my dear! Any advice for someone like me?

I have a 5’2” boyish figure, broad shoulders, twiggy legs, small b cups, tiny behind cupcakes, a small pudge on my tummy, and my hair grows in kind of fast. I’m explaining this because I am explaining that I am human. I am not the perfect, skinny model type of girl that some people make me out to be. We all have our imperfections, but I have been blessed to find a guy that loves everything that I hate about myself. He loves my insides more than my out, no sexual pun intended. He taught me to love me in my own skin because the most sexy thing about me is my mind, any type of physical figure would only be a plus. So as a response to your request- Feel sexy for YOU, not for your boyfriend. Confidence is sexier than any type of lingerie.

Anonymous asked: Share more erotic stories!

Once again as a disclaimer, just because I am sexual, does not mean I am a slut. I duly enjoy art and writing. As sex comes in a form of art, blogging comes in a form of writing as well. Enjoy.

The 15 fwy north to Barstow from Pomona happens to be a one and a half hour drive in which I couldn’t find anything to occupy my time rather than the void of it all. Austin is driving, speeding actually, while the adrenaline of anxiety fills my body from head to pearl. I give him that look of longing, begging, sighing… hoping he’ll catch the hint. He doesn’t. As he should, he keeps his eyes on the road and off me.

I progressively slip into a state of nudity without him seeing, having my seat slid further back than his. I slowly dismember every article of clothing off of my deeply pigmented skin. It’s cold out, but still I slip my shirt up and above my head, feeling the cheap polyester brush up against my hardened nipples. I slide my skirt up above my lower abdominal tattoo and leave my heels on. I violently rush his his belt buckle in both directions not knowing which way means off with the goal to rip it off while listening to the music in his button leaving that hole of his pants followed by a high pitched zipper revealing what I was longing to dominate. I pull it out of his boxers and immediate get his dick wet with saliva since I had been drooling over the thought of eating him all up. Him, still perplexed as to what’s happening, but still attempting to keep his eyes on the road. I place the softest under part of my lips on his head, grab is balls in my right hand, and his shaft with my left. Stroking it, gripping it, sucking it, licking it, my jaw began to hurt, but I persisted through the pain just to get him hard enough. I could hear him gasping for air with every pump I performed. I kept bobbing my head up and down, and up and down, and up and down, making it wetter and wetter and wetter. I shoved it to the back of my throat for a final gag and came up and gasped for a full breath of energy just to sit back in my seat, spread my legs open across the dashboard and rub my clit until I exploded. Austin grabbed my tits and slapped them, licked his fingers and pinched my nipples. My climax came out of left field as horny as I was. With my cum dripping down his leather seats, I give him a look even though he has no tint… then I hop on top of him while he drives. I straddle his cock, my ass accidentally honking the horn. I bounce up and down and up and down and up and down on his dick sliding in and out and in and out and in and out of my crouched pussy. I stay squatting on top of it, bouncing up and down, while his eyes stay on the road, but his breath staying on my chest, fogging up the windows. I get scared of crashing so I try to hurry up by slowing down, flexing my pussy with every dick-shove inside me just the way he likes. I finally get him to explode all over me, but I’d do anything for you baby, and I always, ALWAYS clean it up [;

Anonymous asked: Describe the best sexual experience you've ever had and go into detail.

Don’t condemn me for this response because I am a very sexual being. Remember that I am in a relationship in which we are proud to share our advice, insight, personal experience, and sexuality with others because we are a role model couple. With Austin’s consent and excitement, I hope you enjoy this story.

Austin was in our living room. I was in our room, getting ready, practicing how to do pin-up girl makeup. I finished the face paint and immediately stripped down naked, adorned myself with a thong with three strings hugging each side of my hips, and a black and white cropped corset; the added material which benefits your boobs closer to the heavens. I struggled into 7 inch blue suede peep toe high heels, landed on my bed and webcammed him. He answered, perplexed as to why I was calling him from the other room, yet he instantaneously figured out it was because my vagina was moistened with pleasure, excitement, and eagerness at the sight of me furnishing his monitor. I began dancing slowly yet intensely, pushing up my already pushed up breasts and grinding on my bedsheets to his music, the profound look in my eyes of wishing it was him. I locked the door so he couldn’t get in even if he attempted, I wanted to torture him. I could hear him exhale from my speakers and noted his recurring lower lip biting, so I started sucking on mine. I grabbed the oil on my nightstand, came up closer to the camera and started pouring it all over my chest fervidly with the look on my face as if I had made an accident. I got close enough to my webcam so he could see that thick oil dripping down and around my round breasts. I turned around on all fours and anointed my ass cheeks as well and provoked shine and gloss by rubbing them, stroking them in the camera. As soon as I got nice, oily, and wet, I looked up at the camera, winked, and gave him the “come here” finger. I unlocked the door and allowed him in. I locked the door, turned off the lights, turned the music up, left a candle on so he could heed me, and pushed him down forcefully onto my chair. I sat on his lap, facing the same direction as he, and spread my legs around his. I bounced, I bobbed, I grinded as I could feel his shaft growing more and more potent, harder in between my cheeks. He tried to grab my thighs, but I moved his hands and pinned them down to the sides of the chair. I got up, faced him, and started rotating my hips clockwise around the center of his lap as I had my fingers laced behind his neck moving up through his hair. I started licking and sucking his neck, hearing and feeling him exhaling. I got up, got on the bed in front of him and slowly started crawling away, occasionally looking back at him, pursing my lips, my skin still so oily. I sat up on my knees, looked up, exhaled as I quickly spread my knees apart. I slowly started bouncing up and down taunting him, my fingers through my hair, then slowly brought my knees together, then apart, together then apart to show him to small space between my vagina and the bed that I was grinding on. He couldn’t take it anymore, so he picked me up and threw me on the bed on my back, voided my clothes, but left my heels on. He sucked on my neck, down to my chest and started licking my nipples because he knows how that activates my blood pressure. He grabs my tits with both of his hands to get a handful in his mouth. I moan. He starts to kiss down the center of my stomach, to my belly button, down to my pearl. I moan. He sits up and takes his glasses off, starts kissing the arch of my foot, up to my ankle, up my calves, licks the back of my knee, I moan, up my tattoo behind my leg, and then spreads my lips apart, shoves His lips in there and slowly teases my clit with his tongue. He rubs it in circular motions for hours and comes down lower to tongue fuck my pussy. I moan louder. He licks his fingers, reaches up to grab my nipples, pinches them and wets them to stimulate my hormones while he eats my pussy. I moan harder. I feel the urge to cum all over his mouth just like he begs me to. I have to cum, my back arches, I shut my eyes tight, I clench the sheets because I know he won’t stop even if I try to push his head away. My moaning almost made me lose my voice. He wastes no time to shove his dick in me and starts fucking my breath away, tossing me and turning me in ways I never knew I would be able to move. I can feel no need for lube because of how wet he’s made me and the cum he didn’t clean up from my pussy just lubricating every stroke. It only gets wetter as he continuously hits the spot. I moan so loud. He moans. Our moans are melodies in sync. He sweats. I sweat. Our sweat is he liquid product of love. He grabs my thickness, squeezes it. I make my vagina flex on his dick. It makes him go harder, faster. It makes me moan louder, harder. I scratch his back in an X formation. He goes until he has to cum and asks me a question needing the quickest response: “Where do you want me to cum?” “In my mouth,” I beg. He stands up, gripping his dick, I get on my knees and look up at him helplessly. He loses the feeling of having to cum to I start sucking on his balls, wrapping both of my hands around his dick and stroking it up and down and up and down always looking up at him. He says “I’m gonna cum”. I say, “Cum for me, daddy, please please please,” as he aims that white, warm fluid into my mouth. He looks at me amazed because like a good girlfriend, I swallow.

Then like a good girlfriend, I went and made him a sandwich. ohyeah.

The Science Behind Why Girls Like Lesbian Porn

About a week ago, I saw a post on BlogSecret stating “I like to watch lesbian porn, and I’m straight.” Of course I liked it; I’m a perv. Anywho, my boyfriend wasn’t by any means offended by the fact of the matter especially because outlandish subjects such as these emanate great discussion topics for a very understanding couple like ourselves. He just asked me my personal preference and explanation of the matter.

I’m not sure how many people can relate to this, but how I feel and my opinions are a notch above the rest because if all else fails, I pride myself in two things: 1. knowing I’m a motherfuckin badass at piano, & 2. that my observant, analytical, empathetic, adaptive, and unbiased opinion matter because I’m. well. gangsta. So my opinion is important to me basically and I hope you all get a small truthful, relatable laugh out of this.

As you all know, a climax is the best feeling on earth besides the utter joy of genuine love. I know what needs to be done to me for me to reach the big O. The “art” (lol) of eating pussy is probably one of the biggest sexual obstacles to master for a man for the simple fact that we are physically sensitive and the deed is a meticulous deed.

However, women know what women want. I know I speak for many of us when I say that it feels better to be eaten out than sexually penetrated. For the latter, many males like to receive oral than intercourse. That being said, watching lesbian porn gives us the relatability to the sensations of being eaten out because we have a clitoris. We may get a kick out of watching girl on guy porn, yes, but the relatability isn’t there because we, surprisingly- I know, don’t have penises so we don’t understand the sensation of getting a blow job, or penetrating our penises into a wet, warm hotpocket.

In girl on guy porn, there is not much posed oral sex for women unless their GIVING it. As much as we love our men and love pleasing them, there is no way you’re going to climax by giving a blow job, lesbianest. There are hardly any porns where the girl is getting eaten out for a long enough period of time, which, for a female IS THE BEST PART. Thus, watching lesbian porn suffices the highest level of satisfaction we women can get to watch to be the utmost turned on.

I’m not lesbian, I’m not bi (unless I’m drunk), but I know that getting eaten out. is. the. best.

motherfuckyes.

"‎When you make music or write or create, it’s really your job to have mind-blowing, irresponsible, condomless sex with whatever idea it is you’re writing about at the time."

Lady Gaga