The Rich Girls' Club

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…have you ever teased your clit while watching your man stroke his dick?

I know some ladies are uncomfortable with touching their pussy and others have never seen their vagina. In addition to not seeing what’s between your legs, some women don’t know they urinate and can ejaculate from their urethra. The two types of fluids are very different. Also, the clitoris has six to eight thousand nerve endings that make it easier for some women to experience oral orgasms versus vaginal orgasms.

It’s not okay for a woman not to know her body. If you’re like me, I was reared in a household where talking about sex was taboo, yet going to church every Sunday was mandatory. Ladies, you have to take ownership of your climaxes and understand the various types of orgasms—clitoral, vaginal, anal, breast stimulation, mental (absent being touched), etc. Educate yourself.

At the age of fourteen I took to the streets, got me a sixteen-year-old boyfriend, and lost my virginity all for the desire to have a feeling I’d heard of but knew nothing about. He didn’t know much more than I did, and it took two additional years for me to meet a twenty-one-year-old that gave me my first orgasm. The explosion was unbelievable! Immediately I felt sexually liberated.

It’s never too late to say, “Hello,” to your kitty. Take a close-up picture of her, save it in your cell phone or in a special place. Compliment your kitty often. Every pussy looks different. Make sure you groom her, wax, trim, or shave. To avoid in-grown hairs, I recommend waxing for women with coarse hair and wearing elastic-free panties.

Get real comfortable with your punany, and you’ll discover a new side of your sexuality and personality. Your walk will evolve into a confident strut that quietly gestures to the world you’ve got good pussy and you know it. Men will notice the sway in your hips and the difference in your attitude without your having to say a word.

Learning to enjoy masturbating with your guy will turn him on. He’ll start making requests like, “Baby, play with your pussy for me.” If he’s not sexually inhibited, trust me, he’ll willingly follow your lead.

Sex doesn’t always have to be a contact sport. Ladies, your initiating mutual masturbation (MM) is a healthy way to climax with your partner because most men are visual creatures. They love to watch their women get off. Letting him see you in action will definitely enhance his and your creativity.

Please let your sex toys sit this one out. It’s not that he wouldn’t like to see you use your F—Kin Rabbit, lipstick vibrator, or your amazing G-Spot penetrator with anal and clitoral stimulators, but you don’t want to show off; you want his undivided attention. That, and you want to level the playing field during MM. Well, honestly the playing field can never be leveled because women, by nature, have an advantage I’ll mention in detail later.

Men won’t admit it. In fact they want women to believe they should be crowned king when it comes to sex, but the truth is their equipment comes packaged with less options. Sex is the only arena where the queen can dethrone her king largely because most men undervalue their manhood. There’s nothing we can do about that. But you can make your man a better lover and make him earn his crown.

Ladies, I told you earlier your clitoris has six to eight thousand nerve endings. You read this right; thousands of nerve endings are in your precious tiny pearl. Couple that clit sensation with a G-spot that, when massaged properly, allows a woman to ejaculate from her urethra like a man, and you should always come first. With proper foreplay we can cross the finish line before a man is out of the gate. So why are we the ones waiting on them to cum when after they cum they leave us hanging? We’re capable of having vaginal, clitoral, and anal orgasms and we can squirt.

Okay, I’m getting off track here. I’ve already talked about this but wanted to make certain women understand what I am communicating. Back to MM.

Why do you think some women can cum in less than sixty seconds, then cum again and again? And don’t mention those women that can have the hour long and total body orgasms. Whew! Your pussy is beautiful. Being a woman is amazing. But only if you understand what God has blessed you with. It won’t benefit you to have the winning lotto numbers if you never check your ticket. Ladies, please learn your body so you can satisfy yourself first, then teach your man how to fully satisfy you.

Now, when a man ejaculates quickly, afterward he’s dissatisfied and you’re pissed the fuck off because you have all these revved-up orgasmic fluids ready to shoot a ten-gun salute and you haven’t fired off your first round.

Most women who climax are multi-orgasmic. And if you’ve never had one, read
Married on Mondays
by HoneyB. Don’t leave it up to your man to figure you out. Play with your pussy in front of his face until you have the big screaming O.

Once both of you cum from MM, you’ll crave having his hard dick inside your throbbing vagina, but he might be in recovery. If he falls asleep, damn girl—you’re so hot you wore him out by showing him your pussy. Pat yourself on the back for that accomplishment, let him take a thirty-minute nap, give or take five, then wake his ass up by riding or sucking his dick, or sitting your punany on his face. It’s penetration time.

Moan in his ear, “Wake up, daddy, and fuck this good pussy. You’ve got me so wet I want to feel you deep inside of me.” You know your man best. Say whatever it takes to get him ready for round two.

MM empowers a woman.

Have you witnessed your guy ejaculating? If you haven’t, please do. This is some sexxxy shit! I know some of you have but it’s usually when he pulls out and squirts his semen on your pussy, titties, in your face, on your ass, or somewhere else on your body. That’s cool. Actually that’s fantastic. Let him do his thing while you pay attention to his fast, slow, long, and short strokes. Whatever he does to himself is what he likes most from a hand job. Try to mimic his rhythm.

HoneyB wants more women to get comfortable with touching their pussies. It’s your pussy and you don’t need permission to develop a one-on-one relationship with her. Get up close and personal with your punany. Put that chick in front of a magnified mirror. Spread your lips. Watch her become engorged. When she pouts, don’t stop. When she puckers, keep going. Touch her, rub her, spank her, stroke her, open her up, stick your finger inside then rub your juices on your clit, use lubrication if you want, and don’t stop teasing her until you’re done cumming.

Fellas generally have this area covered, as the majority, if not all of them, masturbate at an early age. Most men continue to do it but they do so while they’re alone. If a woman is present, the man feels obligated to penetrate her. This is not necessary all the time, ladies, so it’s up to you to create the MM platform.

Masturbating is similar to a woman riding a dick in that there is no wrong way to enjoy the moment. Don’t overthink the situation. Do what
feels
good. Sex is not a guilty pleasure. Sexual satisfaction is a man’s privilege and a woman’s right.

Erotic talk is encouraged. Go with the flow. Focus on sounding seductive. The tone of your voice is more important than what you’re actually saying. If the dialogue doesn’t fit, don’t force it. Moan, groan, and grunt, but don’t overdo it. Here’s one example of how you can initiate mutual masturbation with your partner.

I sit next to him. We’re having a good time, enjoying one another’s company. My pussy is puckering, but he doesn’t know it. A rerun of
Love and Hip Hop
is getting ready to come on in ten minutes. It’s one of the few shows we both like; the other is
The Game
on BET. I’m thankful it’s not a new episode or what I have planned for my man would have to wait at least an hour.

“Baby, you want a glass of wine?” I ask him.

“Sure, but hurry up,” he says, flipping through the channels, his eyes fixed on the flat screen.

I retreat to the bedroom, freshen up my kitty with a quick shower, then change into a thong and a spaghetti strap T-shirt. I ditch the thong and tee for a see-through nightie but that’s not the look I’m going for. I toss the nightie in the drawer and step into a pair of lace boy shorts, and a push-up bra. A dab of perfume behind my ears, on my bra straps, and the scent awakens my senses.

“This is it!” I say, slapping my ass then admiring myself in the mirror. I love the way I smell. I feel sexy and desirable.

En route back to the living room, I grab two glasses and a bottle of wine.

“Hey, babe. Here,” I say, handing him the glasses.

Reaching, still focusing on the flat screen, he leans forward to set the goblets on the coffee table. “Sit down, it just started.”

I whisper, “Baby.”

He looks at me. One of the glasses tilts sideways. He fumbles but catches it before it crashes to the floor. His mouth is open, eyelids are stretching.

“Wow. What did I do to deserve this?” he says, staring at my juicy cleavage. Slowly his eyes trail to my navel, then my shorts.

I stand there letting my man drool.

“Come here.” His hands settle on my hips as he tugs on my shorts.

I turn around, bend over, pour wine into my glass, then his. Before setting the bottle on the table, I face him, splash my pussy with the wine. Just enough to get her moist. I don’t have to say, “Taste me,” because his lips are already gnawing through the lace. He pulls my panties to one side and his lips are all over mine.

Removing my boy shorts, I take a few sips of wine. I pull up a stool from my bar. I position the chair on the other side of the coffee table in front of the television. I want my pussy close enough for him to see, but far enough for him to have to reach out in order to touch her. I sit in front of him, spread my thighs, then touch myself.

He drinks from the wine bottle, comes to me, kisses me, then swallows.

I back him up to the sofa, unzip his pants, pull out his dick, gently push him down, then I sit my wet pussy back on the cool leather stool. Opening and closing my thighs, I begin to play with my punany.

My man doesn’t need instructions. He admires what he knows is his stuff as he grips his dick. Reclining into the sofa, he holds himself. “Open your legs a little wider,” he says, easing his hand up his shaft.

I do as he asks. My finger trails the rim of my lips. I dip it in, pull it out, look into his eyes, then I ease my finger in my mouth and taste myself. I moan, leave it there for a little while before sliding it out.

I lust to have his hard dick inside me and begin to stroke myself in small circles. His chest heaves up and down. I dip my finger again, except this time I kneel on the coffee table. Ass tilted in the air, I lean toward him. He licks his lips, meets me halfway. I swipe my fingertip under his nose, then trace my finger along his lips.

His tongue slides out of his mouth, savoring my juices. He smiles at me. “I don’t know what made you do this, but damn, baby, you’re hot.”

“Indeed I am…and I’m so hot for you, baby,” I say, sitting on the stool as I slip my hand deep into my walls. I squirm, wiggle my hips, finger-fuck myself for a moment. Then I prop my foot on the coffee table and spread my lips so he can see all of his glory.

“Damn, she’s beautiful.”

He proceeds to stand, remove his jeans, throw them to the floor. I love what I see.

His dick is hard, standing tall. He places his hands on his hips. Stares at me then smiles. He picks up his pants, shoves his hand in the pocket, pulls out a condom.

Shaking my head, I begin massaging my clit. “You don’t need that condom. Not yet. I want you to sit back down and stroke your dick for me. I want to see
you
cum for me, baby.”

Closing then opening my legs, I cup my vagina, then play peekaboo with my pussy. I rub her while looking at him stroking his dick. “Damn, you feel so good,” I say, imagining him deep inside of me.

Faster and faster his hand moves in short strokes from the top to the bottom of his bulging head. He’s giving special attention to his frenulum. When he slides his hands to the base of his shaft then resumes short fast strokes, I tease my clit to his rhythm.

I want to cum so hard. I feel my face tightening as his brows draw closer together. Our eyes meet and our spines arch at the same time. My man looks so sexy I can’t hold back. My feet touch the floor as my ass slides to the edge of the stool.

He’s breathing heavily while stroking long, short, fast and faster. His hand tightens around his dick. White fluid squirts in spurts. I see his cum flow over his fist and my pussy begs to explode. Rushing to him, I’m panting. I squat over him. He wiggles his dick head up and down my clit, making me cum all over him. I hug him tight; I can’t let go. The faster he wiggles, the more I cum. The orgasmic sensation lingers even after I stop cumming.

Slowly, I sit beside him on the sofa.
Love and Hip Hop
is going off. Intoxicated with my man’s energy, I lay my head on his shoulder. He holds me in his arms, and for a moment the two of us become one.