<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692</id><updated>2012-02-17T15:51:33.674-05:00</updated><category term='African American'/><category term='ornaments'/><category term='black girl'/><category term='Big Goldfish'/><category term='vanilla crush'/><category term='away'/><category term='why men cheat'/><category term='Quickie'/><category term='Erotic Photography'/><category term='assgoob'/><category term='Push It'/><category term='camera whore'/><category term='interracial'/><category term='pussy eating'/><category term='ass'/><category term='Emotional affairs'/><category term='sextoys'/><category term='Happy 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term='St. Nick'/><category term='fires'/><category term='nymphomaniac'/><category term='Meet n Greet'/><category term='youtube'/><category term='Cunninglingus'/><category term='Thongs'/><category term='Progress'/><category term='sex toys'/><category term='help'/><category term='Labels'/><category term='beautiful'/><category term='sex'/><category term='delete'/><category term='feedback'/><category term='desire'/><category term='kink'/><category term='Feminist'/><category term='Lawrence Taylor'/><category term='I like'/><category term='sexy'/><category term='Newbie'/><category term='anal plug'/><category term='Patron'/><category term='Sex Addict'/><category term='obsessed'/><category term='fairy godmother'/><category term='sharing'/><category term='Cheating Husbands'/><category term='ass grabbing'/><category term='water bondage'/><category term='boobs'/><category term='Pets'/><category term='Hot Cocoa'/><category term='random'/><category term='manly'/><category term='eat it'/><category term='kidnapping'/><category term='sub handbook'/><category term='uncomfortable'/><category term='no paddle'/><category term='Tops'/><category term='water sex'/><category term='Vincent Wise'/><category term='World AIDS DAY'/><category term='BDSM'/><category term='Blood'/><category term='Purpose'/><category term='Blogging'/><category term='black friday'/><category term='Male dominants'/><category term='69 position'/><category term='average penis size'/><category term='body image'/><category term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category term='B.S.'/><category term='nymphomania'/><category term='flame'/><category term='kinky thanksgiving'/><category term='Asian Fetish'/><category term='The Reveal'/><category term='Haiti'/><category term='servitude'/><category term='Erotic Christmas'/><category term='myths'/><category term='male submission art'/><category term='interest'/><title type='text'>The Darque Domme Diaries</title><subtitle type='html'>A glimpse into the everyday happenings of a kinky black chic.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>242</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-7687437404332043425</id><published>2012-02-17T15:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-17T15:40:56.867-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lingerie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex toys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Edenfantasys'/><title type='text'>Goodie Bag: Pink Kills Bustier</title><summary type='text'>Ladies, yet another fabulous item to add to your naughty/nice wardrobe.  Yes it's another dual outfit that can easily go from bedroom to dance  floor.   Edenfantasys Pink Kills Bustier can easily give your mate palpatations.

***Disclaimer I ordered a small, which technically I am not, however I will explain my reasoning further along*** 

Packaging  
The Pink Kills bustier arrived in what </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/7687437404332043425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/7687437404332043425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2012/02/goodie-bag-pink-kills-bustier.html' title='Goodie Bag: Pink Kills Bustier'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-2269257936193105086</id><published>2012-02-06T23:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T23:50:00.382-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='male submission'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tasty'/><title type='text'>Mmmm</title><summary type='text'>pal·at·a·ble/ˈpalətəbəl/Adjective1. (of food or drink) Pleasant to taste.2. (of an action or proposal) Acceptable or satisfactory.


Blindfolded, with hands tied behind your back and  kneeling against the hard wood floors, how does it feel?
How does it feel not knowing that I'm rolling up my dress above my thighs. Impure thoughts rolling around in my head.
I slide my chair a little closer to you,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/2269257936193105086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/2269257936193105086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2012/02/mmmm.html' title='Mmmm'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-6397986629781931477</id><published>2012-02-04T13:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T13:09:00.512-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black Pin Up Pics'/><title type='text'>The Other American Girl</title><summary type='text'>

Zahira Kelly





Thank me later for finding more black pin up pics :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/6397986629781931477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/6397986629781931477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2012/02/other-american-girl.html' title='The Other American Girl'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4ADad3GDef8/TywleukHeII/AAAAAAAABGI/gkkDsi6bO8Y/s72-c/zkforjimlinderman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-7494149864129796393</id><published>2012-02-03T12:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T12:53:26.885-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fetish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex toys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Edenfantasys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goodie Bag'/><title type='text'>Goodie Bag: Shock Therapy</title><summary type='text'>Zap Is what your partner will  feel as you adjust the power settings on this neat little light electro play kit by Fetish Fantasy. The name alone may intimidate some newbies, but I swear it's not that bad.

Please be aware that if you are interested in ordering this kit for  massages please look into something that specifically is designated for  massages. Edenfantasys is full of options. However</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/7494149864129796393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/7494149864129796393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2012/02/goodie-bag-shock-therapy.html' title='Goodie Bag: Shock Therapy'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-4900619034610504202</id><published>2012-02-02T12:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T12:27:00.309-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a woman&apos;s place'/><title type='text'>Women are meant to cook....</title><summary type='text'>This past weekend I had the pleasure of helping out a friend in need. They just purchased a new home and it's a bit of a "fixer upper". They decided like I did when I purchased my home, to move in during the holiday season.  Which can be good if people are off work and willing to help. This however wasn't the case. Though they did manage to scrounge up a few people.

During our intense painting </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/4900619034610504202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/4900619034610504202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2012/02/women-are-meant-to-cook.html' title='Women are meant to cook....'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-8731887214783081273</id><published>2012-02-01T23:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T23:20:49.218-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attention to detail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='submissive men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='appreciation'/><title type='text'>Hope</title><summary type='text'> There is no perfect partner. That submissive, master, domme and almighty omnipotent that you're in search of. Yeah them. They ain't coming.

Sorry to disappoint you 

However there are those who possess qualitites that give these wretched scales of life balance. I have not given up on the quest to cultivate such individuals into my life.  I need them.  Though not 24/7, I honestly need active </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/8731887214783081273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/8731887214783081273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2012/02/hope.html' title='Hope'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-7779895427356426316</id><published>2012-01-30T17:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T17:26:44.150-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vitamins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oral sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fruit'/><title type='text'>Eat your Fruit</title><summary type='text'>

From a lovely store in Melbourne
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/7779895427356426316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/7779895427356426316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2012/01/eat-your-fruit.html' title='Eat your Fruit'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_UZuu48Z9JI/TrEK1d57DkI/AAAAAAAAATM/w4E-SdDssns/s72-c/erotic%252Cfruit%252Cphoto%252Csexy%252Cwoman-29ff92177ca8e23973cc5e6f897e0034_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-2945402831894672246</id><published>2012-01-28T10:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T10:24:20.812-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oral sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rihanna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='watch n learn'/><title type='text'>Watch n Learn: Rihanna</title><summary type='text'>
So did you guess what this song is about yet?.....
Oral Sex!! 
Yay for genitalia to mouth bliss. 
Thanks Rihanna for reminding us how awesome it really is.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/2945402831894672246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/2945402831894672246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2012/01/watch-n-learn-rihanna.html' title='Watch n Learn: Rihanna'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-2155576173972963780</id><published>2012-01-17T15:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T15:09:00.334-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='service'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BDSM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milestones'/><title type='text'>Milestones: Service</title><summary type='text'>The safest road to hell is the gradual one - the  gentle slope, soft underfoot, without sudden turnings, without  milestones, without signposts. 
   C. S. Lewis  


"I've never had any relationship that lasted longer than what we have" he said, looking at me. I could sense that the energy was weird. Not just for him, but for both of us. Here I was being the vaginally ravenous predator that I am, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/2155576173972963780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/2155576173972963780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2012/01/milestones-service.html' title='Milestones: Service'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-1691115198553121892</id><published>2012-01-14T11:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T11:18:11.572-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex toys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Edenfantasys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goodie Bag'/><title type='text'>Goodie Bag: Valentine's Day</title><summary type='text'>It's coming, the question is are you prepared?

The countdown to Valentines Day officially begins today in my book. Though if you've been out from under a rock in the past few weeks you're well aware of the holiday fast approaching. Stores are littered with pink red and white  hearts, cheap chocolates, plastic roses and horrible greeting cards. All of which I hate, because for most people if they</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/1691115198553121892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/1691115198553121892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2012/01/goodie-bag-valentines-day.html' title='Goodie Bag: Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OvDNbG_N1QE/TxGmofmw9pI/AAAAAAAABF8/SIs723N8hLs/s72-c/chocolate+heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-247852636024454862</id><published>2012-01-11T12:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T15:01:50.241-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erotic Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women of color'/><title type='text'>Goddesses In Color</title><summary type='text'>

http://photosfolder.com/





Angela Lola


Ethiopian model







Courtesy of whore nun.com  How lovely
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/247852636024454862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/247852636024454862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/01/goddesses-in-color.html' title='Goddesses In Color'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/145/391097522_53fdc8e3a9_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-3725925663841279954</id><published>2012-01-09T15:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T15:17:01.066-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shower sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Water torture'/><title type='text'>Cold and Wet</title><summary type='text'>Cuffed to the tub handles
A simple pillow case wrapped around his face
Fastened at the neck with rope.
Earplugs for the added surprise element.

He lay motionless. Heavy breathing. Waiting patiently

I turn the dial to the coldest temperature
His body jerks when a few drops hit him. 
Griping the hood and tilting his head back I shove the shower head as close as possible to his face
He coughs and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/3725925663841279954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/3725925663841279954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2012/01/cold-and-wet.html' title='Cold and Wet'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-3715111459422815611</id><published>2012-01-09T14:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T14:15:24.674-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water bondage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black girl'/><title type='text'>Blacks &amp; Bondage</title><summary type='text'>
   
Thanks to 3kix.com  

Why does bondage seem so much better when water is applied?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/3715111459422815611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/3715111459422815611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2012/01/blacks-bondage.html' title='Blacks &amp; Bondage'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-3004188416892238233</id><published>2012-01-09T00:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T00:20:29.966-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hilarious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fav Photo of week'/><title type='text'>Water Sex</title><summary type='text'>

I mean really, she must be a navy seal.
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/3004188416892238233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/3004188416892238233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2012/01/water-sex.html' title='Water Sex'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-5550707622388911058</id><published>2012-01-03T20:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T20:45:06.401-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quickie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miguel'/><title type='text'>This week's fav video: Miguel Quickie</title><summary type='text'>

Favorite verse: Please (aha) get on them knees
I gotta penny for your thoughts
If you know what I mean.
 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/5550707622388911058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/5550707622388911058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2012/01/this-weeks-fav-video-miguel-quickie.html' title='This week&apos;s fav video: Miguel Quickie'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-1413807821225271912</id><published>2012-01-01T23:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T23:20:38.553-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sextoys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shower toys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Edenfantasys'/><title type='text'>Goodie Bag: Shower Fun</title><summary type='text'>In another life I was a mermaid, or maybe a horny dolphin. My amphibious lewdness leads me to this belief. Where there is water, aquatic deviance soon follows. Pools, fountains, sprinklers and yes even kiddie pool have all been victim to sinful sexual acts. Yet my favorite spot for genital yachting is the shower.  It's convienitent, it's quick and offers the opportunity for flexibility; if you're</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/1413807821225271912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/1413807821225271912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2012/01/goodie-bag-shower-fun.html' title='Goodie Bag: Shower Fun'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G4vfJUDr5Fc/TwEtTx3IUzI/AAAAAAAABFM/D_ZHCNvT6Kw/s72-c/SS96004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-5803790629828087765</id><published>2011-12-29T10:18:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T10:18:00.561-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='submissive men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bios'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='socialnetworking sites'/><title type='text'>Profile Bios: Paper or Plastic Boy</title><summary type='text'>While lurking browsing well known fetish sites I often run across a boy's profile that makes me go "hello" in my Hannibal Lector voice.

I almost had an orgasm while reading this one: 

I am very open minded, and willing to learn.  I believe in female  supremacy.  My interests include tattoos, world war 2, horror, sideshow  performances, psychology,  and art.  I can be dirty, submissive, and  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/5803790629828087765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/5803790629828087765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/12/profile-bios-paper-or-plastic-boy.html' title='Profile Bios: Paper or Plastic Boy'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-6490990520492469549</id><published>2011-12-25T13:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T13:53:00.551-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Merry Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anthelian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ornaments'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><summary type='text'>

My bum makes the perfect tree ornament


Check out more awesome BDSM &amp; Fetish photography by my friend Anthelian. Yes I'm shamelessly promoting his work, because it's fabulous. Also because he fed me chocolates.



You can find him at the following sites:
http://anthelian.tumblr.com 
http://www.modelmayhem.com/783926 
http://www.facebook.com/anthelian</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/6490990520492469549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/6490990520492469549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q6BcbHsZGEI/TvFm32lCfqI/AAAAAAAABEs/Bp1XieIeLhY/s72-c/IMG_0824a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-5375628206737323164</id><published>2011-12-20T21:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T21:44:14.018-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men in panties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fellatio'/><title type='text'>Presents</title><summary type='text'>Pressed close against him, I slid my hand down his pants and wrapped my fingers around his hard cock.
To my delight, it was wrapped in lace panties.  I smiled and kissed his lips. "Good boy" I told him and he happily followed me upstairs.

No time to waste as I grabbed him by his shirt collar and slammed him up against the bedroom door. "Pull your pants down", I said glaring at him without </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/5375628206737323164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/5375628206737323164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/12/presents.html' title='Presents'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tTLEvefbB3c/TqUROefcSII/AAAAAAAAA3o/zEkCpEgmUdg/s72-c/43e0e99fa7f146752dd6b7eb0f8bb17a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-1638766017093870023</id><published>2011-12-14T12:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T16:23:40.846-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Edenfantasys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='body image'/><title type='text'>Right &amp; Tight</title><summary type='text'>When the lighting is right and the corset is tight. This was the phrase my good friend used to describe how we felt when dolled up. 

Of course I'm not walking about 24/7 corseted with rosy cheeks and red lips. Don't get me wrong, there are fierce moments during the week where I choose to strut my stuff in odd places. I am unashamed to wear cheetah print tights and red pumps in the local grocery </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/1638766017093870023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/1638766017093870023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/12/right-tight.html' title='Right &amp; Tight'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ugLMW9QOVM/TUoj-EI-_SI/AAAAAAAAA1o/zbVTIVcCVc8/s72-c/Love_Thy_Stretch_Marks_by_justinsgirl8887.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-5440922775612938365</id><published>2011-12-12T18:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T18:10:08.160-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sextoys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Killer Dildos'/><title type='text'>Dildo/Killing Machine</title><summary type='text'>Guys be forewarned, your dildo could be used against you in a court of law. Here's a blurp of the killer sextoy debacle 


Two officers with Pennsylvania’s Plains Township Police Department were on patrol when they ran into a fellow standing in a parking lot with his pants around his ankles.  When they approached the man, they noticed his penis in one hand and  something pink in the other. They </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/5440922775612938365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/5440922775612938365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/12/dildokilling-machine.html' title='Dildo/Killing Machine'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-2487968747868093362</id><published>2011-12-11T12:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T23:22:50.769-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='top 10 reasons'/><title type='text'>Top 10 Reasons We'll Never Meet</title><summary type='text'>Are you free this Thursday? I knew I had nothing planned,yet wasn't going out of my way to meet this chap. I'd rather spend time watching paint dry. I've compiled a list of my top ten favorite reasons I won't "meetup" with folks.


1. Identity Crisis- Your profile picture is blank, you're not willing to send a picture of yourself due to privacy concerns-which I can totally understand What kills </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/2487968747868093362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/2487968747868093362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/05/top-10-reasons-well-never-meet.html' title='Top 10 Reasons We&apos;ll Never Meet'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-3561495019187701409</id><published>2011-12-11T01:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T01:19:00.736-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><summary type='text'>I thought about you today.

The simple yet pleasant times we spent together.

Your hands massaging my head while you washed my hair.

The warm water running down my neck and your body pressed close against me.

Raheem Devaughn swooning me with  velvety ballads in the background

Candles, rose petals...so sweet you were.

Yeah, I thought about you today.

Harsh words, glass shattered tears </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/3561495019187701409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/3561495019187701409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/12/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-7232219973141047229</id><published>2011-12-08T10:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T09:32:28.062-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Men in Suits</title><summary type='text'>


Can I tell you a secret...I have a thing for dapper men. I will do a double take for a  well fitted suit

*bites lip*





















makes my panties wet
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/7232219973141047229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/7232219973141047229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/12/men-in-suits.html' title='Men in Suits'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mzbm9qGeoFc/TmxRM0fe26I/AAAAAAAABng/oQPbKDxcK3E/s72-c/sittingangstapinstripe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-2646323470092306595</id><published>2011-12-08T10:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T10:12:01.256-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorite photo of the week'/><title type='text'>Favorite Photo of the Week</title><summary type='text'>

Need I say more?
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/2646323470092306595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/2646323470092306595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/12/favorite-photo-of-week.html' title='Favorite Photo of the Week'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R2a0AxwXjUs/TuDTPonVlVI/AAAAAAAABDY/Bnvx5F3Fi9w/s72-c/ouch500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-2994693900604141647</id><published>2011-12-06T17:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T17:51:19.159-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><title type='text'>What to do on rainy days</title><summary type='text'>

Maybe this..





















    
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/2994693900604141647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/2994693900604141647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-to-do-on-rainy-days.html' title='What to do on rainy days'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-6613547393791630258</id><published>2011-12-06T11:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T11:41:07.186-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fleshlight STU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stamina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='training'/><title type='text'>Fleshlight to the Rescue!</title><summary type='text'>Ladies if you've had more than one sexual partner in your life, there's a strong chance that you've encountered the guy who talks a good game of  giving you the ride of your life on the penis roller coaster. Problem is once you've purchased the ticket you find out it's really the kiddie teacup ride, because it lasts two minutes and just as you got warmed up, it was over.  Throw in some crying </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/6613547393791630258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/6613547393791630258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/12/fleshlight-to-rescue.html' title='Fleshlight to the Rescue!'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-5174924963665046039</id><published>2011-12-05T10:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:07:00.165-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boxed Wine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parties'/><title type='text'>Boxed Wine Adventures Part 2</title><summary type='text'>In case you didn't get a chance Read Part One Here

From the moment the small boy arrived he yammered on like a Chihuahua in heat. I wanted to put him in my car and airlock the windows. Ok maybe not that cruel, but I really wanted to shut him up. Instead I kept myself preoccupied by knocking over people's wine and sassing boy's crotches..

Oh yeah...that I didn't recall  until I was notified the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/5174924963665046039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/5174924963665046039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/12/boxed-wine-adventures-part-2.html' title='Boxed Wine Adventures Part 2'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-79591909770374149</id><published>2011-12-02T11:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T11:20:21.777-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kitchen sex'/><title type='text'>Quick Lunch Break</title><summary type='text'>

Quick kitchen remodeling courtesy of naked-veritas.tumblr.com  

 
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/79591909770374149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/79591909770374149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/12/quick-lunch-break.html' title='Quick Lunch Break'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-1204676635129182285</id><published>2011-11-29T20:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T20:25:13.186-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='power'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Are you Scared?</title><summary type='text'>The inevitable has yet to happen.
He knows it's coming, he's asked for it during heated moments. But I've withheld.
I've wanted to, but something has held me back. 

Fucking him with my cock is bound to happen, but scheduling it is not my forte.  



Instead we prepare for the momentous event. Making him plug himself at night and other random times.

"Put it in" I text.
He replies "Yes Goddess"

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/1204676635129182285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/1204676635129182285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/11/are-you-scared.html' title='Are you Scared?'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Q-kZz6k28/TtWFV8_HPII/AAAAAAAABCk/ZuPq8yh4P-I/s72-c/woman_strapon.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-1483233262306930590</id><published>2011-11-28T16:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T16:00:26.011-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favorite Music Artists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mark Ronson'/><title type='text'>Somebody to Love Me</title><summary type='text'>

I don't wanna see you go
I want somebody to love me
Why'd it take so long to know?
I want somebody to love me
I want somebody to be nice
See the boy I once was in my eyes
Nobody's gonna save my life

We are wicked men
Looking for buckles to loosen
By the Count of 10
I wanna see somebody human
And I lost what it was
In the Teenage dust
Of a Downtown Romeo
In a couple of weeks
You can tell all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/1483233262306930590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/1483233262306930590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/11/somebody-to-love-me.html' title='Somebody to Love Me'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-8794061356992657630</id><published>2011-11-25T12:00:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T12:00:02.381-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sextoys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Edenfantasys'/><title type='text'>Black Friday Browsing</title><summary type='text'>I've been asked by Edenfantasy's to participate in their sponsored post program. Which in return earns me sex toys!! *jumps for joy*  Because who couldn't use an extra dildo in their toy box. Especially if they're a10 on the awesome scale such as this beau.



Animal prints make everything better


So once or twice a month I'll be talking about sex toys that I've used personally, would like to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/8794061356992657630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/8794061356992657630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/11/black-friday-browsing.html' title='Black Friday Browsing'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hK-G9NX0wuc/Ts-92qo4gcI/AAAAAAAABCc/sxI4m_0Djdk/s72-c/SE055630.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-4487721993152405201</id><published>2011-11-22T16:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T16:21:55.369-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erotic Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cunninglingus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hot Cocoa'/><title type='text'>Hot Cocoa &amp; Cunninglingus</title><summary type='text'>I shouldn't be sending him flirtatious texts and pics but I simply can't help myself.  

He's adorable and I want to ravish him.

I want him. Looking up from in between my thighs with his mouth glistening.

While I sip hot cocoa and read Newsweek.



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</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/4487721993152405201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/4487721993152405201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/11/hot-cocoa-cunninglingus.html' title='Hot Cocoa &amp; Cunninglingus'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-805150934757782507</id><published>2011-11-14T15:04:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T13:58:38.093-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boxed Wine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='molesting'/><title type='text'>Boxed Wine Adventures Part 1</title><summary type='text'>It had been three weeks since we last saw each other. The sexual tension was at a high point. From the moment I saw him I wanted to attack, but I kept my composure because we were headed to a party. I didn't want to enter the house heavily panting , sweaty and half dressed, oh no...I saved that for later.

I was on my third or possibly fourth large cup, yes cup not glass, of wine. I couldn't even</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/805150934757782507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/805150934757782507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/11/boxed-wine-adventures-part-1.html' title='Boxed Wine Adventures Part 1'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-9029875670828445617</id><published>2011-11-14T09:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T09:59:00.278-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anal plug'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pumping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cum'/><title type='text'>Just a little</title><summary type='text'>"You ready?"

"Yes Goddess"

I pressed the pump to his anal plug and watched his eyes squint from the pressure. "Let's turn it on, and turn it up" I said softly.  He nodded, though I could tell from his expression that he was in pain and probably wanted to stop. But we don't stop, not when we're so close to attaining that equal balance of pain and pleasure. Not when we're tearing down walls that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/9029875670828445617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/9029875670828445617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/11/just-little.html' title='Just a little'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-9222949694661039500</id><published>2011-11-11T13:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T13:11:03.599-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Operation Santa'/><title type='text'>Operation Santa 2011</title><summary type='text'>Seasons Greetings my lil Ho Ho Ho-litas

The holidays are fast approaching and you know how GE is about giving back and helping those in need.. Typically I have my boy participate in Operation Santa Claus but this year I'm opening it up to those who wish to serve me but are unable to. In adoration of me please participate in this charitable cause and bring a smile to a child in need of some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/9222949694661039500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/9222949694661039500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/11/operation-santa-2011.html' title='Operation Santa 2011'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-2146651416824811653</id><published>2011-11-11T12:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T12:00:02.297-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bound Men'/><title type='text'>Fav Pic of the Week</title><summary type='text'>

I found this yummy boy here




Oh the splendorous things that shoelaces can do...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/2146651416824811653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/2146651416824811653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/11/fav-pic-of-week.html' title='Fav Pic of the Week'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-2219610370146108807</id><published>2011-11-10T09:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T09:40:04.471-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy play'/><title type='text'>Hungry Pup</title><summary type='text'>As I walked up to his door I heard a faint sound and as I got closer it became more distinct. I stood outside of the door and jingled my keys. Jason barked and pawed the door. "Mommy's home" I said cheerfully and opened the door.


Jason like any good pup was excited to see me, he jumped and barked and circled my legs franticly. "Down", I say sternly. He kneels head tilted playfully to one side </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/2219610370146108807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/2219610370146108807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/11/hungry-pup.html' title='Hungry Pup'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-3206034063230535509</id><published>2011-11-01T12:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T10:41:40.180-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cock'/><title type='text'>COCK</title><summary type='text'>

davidbandler.artician.com

My ode to cock "Love it love it want more of it"
*takes bow*
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/3206034063230535509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/3206034063230535509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/11/cock.html' title='COCK'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-2774067897145312412</id><published>2011-11-01T12:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T12:43:34.276-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween Cucumbers'/><title type='text'>Cucumber Salad</title><summary type='text'>I forced encouraged one of my best friends to join me for a mashup of normal halloween festivities and some not so normal ones. My best friend informed me that she had nothing to wear. Thankfully if you're buds with me you don't have far to go if you're sans a slutty costume. GE's goodie bag is full of them. 
Two hours later we're in a bathroom the size of a small closet trying to squeeze into </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/2774067897145312412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/2774067897145312412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/11/cucumber-salad.html' title='Cucumber Salad'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-4798729078593149924</id><published>2011-10-27T14:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T14:28:31.923-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kanye West Workout plan'/><title type='text'>Working It Out</title><summary type='text'>
Fifi LeBeouff- "Ever since I was a little girl I wanted to be with le' Ballerzz le Shotcallerzzz"I think I just found my new idol.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/4798729078593149924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/4798729078593149924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/10/working-it-out.html' title='Working It Out'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-7544520331729606123</id><published>2011-10-22T10:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T10:55:52.065-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Sales Rack'/><title type='text'>The Sales Rack</title><summary type='text'>I had several thoughts whip through my mind.

How should I address the issue, you know without coming across as harsh? I read somewhere that a good leader addresses issues as a group.  So here we go...

Ladies as long as you continually place your self on the sales rack you will continue to be undervalued.  I wish that many of you would get this as early on in life as you could.  I wish that some</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/7544520331729606123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/7544520331729606123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/10/sales-rack.html' title='The Sales Rack'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-5893012721546098859</id><published>2011-10-15T12:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T12:34:04.937-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lauryn Hill'/><title type='text'>Tell Him</title><summary type='text'>
Now I may have faith, to make mountains fall
But if I lack love, then I am nothin' at all</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/5893012721546098859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/5893012721546098859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/10/tell-him.html' title='Tell Him'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-5474075058744534401</id><published>2011-10-06T12:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T12:11:00.336-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bunny Slippers'/><title type='text'>Bunny Slippers</title><summary type='text'>Did I mention that gallivanting up and down supermarket isles dressed in latex and leather is not something I'm into?

I make it very clear to every boy that stumbles into my web that I'm not playing dress up every time we play. Sorry kids but as I mentioned I'm jaded, a tad. Though I realize during this discussion half their brain is focused on what I'm saying and the other half is staring at my</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/5474075058744534401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/5474075058744534401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/10/bunny-slippers.html' title='Bunny Slippers'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5068/5599223042_335ff417d2_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-4247667853033826864</id><published>2011-10-02T17:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T17:27:20.170-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black Pin Up Pics'/><title type='text'>Black Pinup Pics</title><summary type='text'>

Despite the "Mammy" look I still like it.

My new love, Pinup Fashion. I browse the web for women of color and it turns into a game of Clue. I stumbled upon a few sites  and decided to share the images with you.

Enjoy


I imagine the women of my family posing with such a fierceness.







Attributing sites:
* http://www.chromjuwelen.com
* blackmod.blogspot.com
* thelingerieaddict.com
* </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/4247667853033826864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/4247667853033826864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/10/black-pinup-pics.html' title='Black Pinup Pics'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6Kzc0xl6Ymw/Te_xj4spVgI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QXw21QWc3_Q/s72-c/black+pin+up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-2643943506285758261</id><published>2011-09-26T15:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T15:33:09.031-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2nd time around'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pro Domme'/><title type='text'>Here we go again</title><summary type='text'>A three sentence conversation with a good friend and here I am again. Back in the mix of doing "pro" sessions.

I thought this chapter in my life had closed. No really, all bullshit aside.

Why again?  I absolutely have not a clue as to why I'm now here again.  Stern peerpressure perhaps. Maybe the limelight or am I just greedy?  Not for money...because I stopped doing it for money a long time </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/2643943506285758261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/2643943506285758261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/09/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here we go again'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-6410322494325751759</id><published>2011-09-06T12:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T12:28:38.294-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='failing'/><title type='text'>Failing</title><summary type='text'>If it doesn't work what will you do?

I stare into my mirror and ask her again.

What will you do, if you pour all of this emotion, time, effort, lust, love into this; If you fail what will you do?

Well I take a step back and take a good look at myself.  Can I admit that I'm afraid or is that not domly?  I handle my fears different that's all.  Though my vulnerability is just as obvious to him </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/6410322494325751759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/6410322494325751759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/09/failing.html' title='Failing'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-8935435955541449011</id><published>2011-09-05T12:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T23:53:07.351-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='submission'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jewelry'/><title type='text'>Jewelry</title><summary type='text'>Your necklace is beautiful, she lifted it up with two fingers and gazed at the colors.
"Thanks", I responded..."My man told me to wear this instead of another piece. Said the colors popped out against my outfit".
"Oh that's nice you're being obedient or more like"...she turned to her girlfriend for help with her loss of words..."more like submissive. Wouldn't you call it that?"

I stared at her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/8935435955541449011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/8935435955541449011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/09/jewelry.html' title='Jewelry'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-7323245646114867042</id><published>2011-09-03T17:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T17:47:55.301-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys in panties'/><title type='text'>Fav Photo of the Week</title><summary type='text'>
   
Found this here...

























</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/7323245646114867042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/7323245646114867042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/09/fav-photo-of-week.html' title='Fav Photo of the Week'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-7776592334249002258</id><published>2011-08-26T16:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T16:37:07.183-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Dommes'/><title type='text'>Happy Dommes?</title><summary type='text'>I scroll down past the 17 contradictory rants in hopes of finding someone I can relate to. In hopes of finding something positive.

Are all dominant women angry, upset &amp; lonely?
Do we write only on our disappointments, frustrations and inadequacies. 
Or is it the vocal ones who seem to paint pictures of the negative side of our experiences
Of course not all, but many do.

I haven't always been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/7776592334249002258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/7776592334249002258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/08/happy-dommes.html' title='Happy Dommes?'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-368340445765670838</id><published>2011-08-21T22:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T22:33:00.821-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oral sex'/><title type='text'>Video Cun·ni·lin·gus</title><summary type='text'>

So maybe I don't like the song as much as I like the video itself. Don't judge me.

Fav verse "Hit it hit it hit it like a hockey stick" *dies*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/368340445765670838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/368340445765670838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/08/video-cunnilingus.html' title='Video Cun·ni·lin·gus'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-4481625803711196895</id><published>2011-08-18T15:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T15:31:01.240-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asian Fetish'/><title type='text'>Asian takeout</title><summary type='text'>My late night excursions on Fet often lead to the Fetishes page. Where a plethera of deviant delicacies lay. I run across the Asian fetish and click the link to find that a few folks are very much "into" the Asian fetish .  The best find was a group formed for submissive asian women looking for white men out of 1200 or more members less than 20% seem to be Asian women. How awesome. The new name </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/4481625803711196895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/4481625803711196895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/08/asian-takeout.html' title='Asian takeout'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w-GoR5eMn38/TkC0mRZTyJI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/f0ANUAlsi4s/s72-c/asian-girls-so-this-is-your-fetish-huh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-845746545741392451</id><published>2011-08-11T08:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T08:28:58.955-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frank Ocean thinking about you'/><title type='text'>I've Been Thinking</title><summary type='text'>

A tornado flew around my room before you came
Excuse the mess it made, it usually doesn't rain
In Southern California, much like Arizona
My eyes don't shed tears, but, boy, they bawl

When I'm thinkin' 'bout you
(Ooh, no, no, no)
I've been thinkin' 'bout you
(You know, know, know)
I've been thinkin' 'bout you
Do you think about me still?
Do ya, do ya?

Or do you not think so far ahead? (Ahead)
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/845746545741392451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/845746545741392451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/08/ive-been-thinking.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Thinking'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-3462958836067779051</id><published>2011-08-10T09:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T09:03:58.763-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Eats'/><title type='text'>Fav Photo of the Week</title><summary type='text'>pal·at·a·ble/ˈpalətəbəl/Adjective1. (of food or drink) Pleasant to taste.2. (of an action or proposal) Acceptable or satisfactory.


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</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/3462958836067779051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/3462958836067779051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/08/fav-photo-of-week.html' title='Fav Photo of the Week'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-4349570222937494790</id><published>2011-08-08T08:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T08:03:20.957-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boobs'/><title type='text'>My Bewbs</title><summary type='text'>Clothing is overrated. I should be able to walk around like this all summer. Sans the hand coverage.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/4349570222937494790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/4349570222937494790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-bewbs.html' title='My Bewbs'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zIoEh1QWKqo/Tj_QDn3uo_I/AAAAAAAAA7M/oYijdPnLqgI/s72-c/100_1065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-1573429689816194619</id><published>2011-08-07T15:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T15:54:23.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For Real</title><summary type='text'>

How that person should make you feel</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/1573429689816194619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/1573429689816194619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/08/for-real.html' title='For Real'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-4531251187912737962</id><published>2011-08-06T02:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T02:14:23.818-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Satisfaction'/><title type='text'>Am I Satisfied?</title><summary type='text'>That is, I wouldn't want my woman to ever have to say to another man or  woman, "Sorry, I am taken."  Not unless she really wanted to say that,....   I'd only want  her to stop going on sites like this, if she was totally fulfilled by  me.  But if, instead, she still needed more flesh, more boys or girls to  play with, if she missed hooking up to engage in kink, then she could  still do that too,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/4531251187912737962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/4531251187912737962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/08/am-i-satisfied.html' title='Am I Satisfied?'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-8526455423575594257</id><published>2011-08-01T14:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T14:14:00.598-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><title type='text'>Dreams</title><summary type='text'>

I will never give up on my dreams, I've never felt so close to success and failure at the same time in my life.  I know that if I retract and turn back it will be the worst mistake of my life..so I'll keep moving closer to my dreams.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/8526455423575594257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/8526455423575594257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/08/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-1679270764335955569</id><published>2011-07-30T11:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T11:45:27.902-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Stats'/><title type='text'>Blog Luv</title><summary type='text'>So I haven't checked my stats in like 11 years and would ya look! People actually read the stuff I rant blog about. How amazing and thanks for your continuous luv!


Top referring sites are
readyformypimpstress.blogspot.com 
  http://blog.sinsearch.com/ 
 xpygarx.blogspot.com 
Most interesting google searches that led peeps here were 
 forced bi
 ejactulationpro.com
 bald domme
 six ooh ass...not</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/1679270764335955569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/1679270764335955569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-luv.html' title='Blog Luv'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lJVL33-rh6U/TjQi10Lk43I/AAAAAAAAA7I/KnuFbjxjgQI/s72-c/boggy.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-8072992568200187248</id><published>2011-07-28T17:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T17:14:26.361-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Progress'/><title type='text'>Turn of events</title><summary type='text'>Through his hood I could hear muffled gasps for air. An intense 20 minutes has passed and he was probably thinking thank GOD it's over. But...

I released his restraints removed his hood and flipped him over onto his stomach. The perspiration from his face left a mark on the bed and I wondered if it were tears how much more exciting this would be. While holding his hands behind his back I forced </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/8072992568200187248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/8072992568200187248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/07/turn-of-events.html' title='Turn of events'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-7345641472085424234</id><published>2011-07-18T15:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T15:31:36.191-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='model citizen'/><title type='text'>Model Citizen...meh</title><summary type='text'>He walked up to the entrance and I immediately knew it was him. Blue button down shirt, brown cap, jeans and 6'2 with 180lbs of gorgeousness. He was beautiful and watching him salter over to my table made me want to pull dollars out of my purse and stick them in places on his body. You ever browse through GQ magazine and glance at the models, well he could be one of them. Perfect build, perfect </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/7345641472085424234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/7345641472085424234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/07/model-citizenmeh.html' title='Model Citizen...meh'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-7754553892319249281</id><published>2011-07-10T00:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T00:19:00.658-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bottoms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tops'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Masochists'/><title type='text'>Submissives, Bottoms, &amp; Spinning Tops</title><summary type='text'>Because it's as if people use the terminology without understanding it and adhering/acknowledging it.  This is why the internet gods gave us great sites to refer to. Submissive guide is one of them. Though most post are written from a female submissive perspective I believe that everyone can learn something from the posts.



Sadomasochism: Fanny Hill (1748), illustration by Édouard-Henri Avril.
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/7754553892319249281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/7754553892319249281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/07/submissives-bottoms-spinning-tops.html' title='Submissives, Bottoms, &amp; Spinning Tops'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-6928407304022894575</id><published>2011-07-03T16:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T16:30:29.538-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rhainna Man Down'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
Favorite verse:
 It's a 22, I call her Peggy Sue 
When she fits right down in my shoes 
What do you expect me to do 
If you're playing me for a fool 
I will lose my cool 
And reach for my fire arm 
And men call us crazy when it gets to this point, but I say they're the crazy ones for pushing all the wrong buttons. You already know what not to do, we tell you what not to do and yet you do it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/6928407304022894575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/6928407304022894575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/07/favorite-verse-its-22-i-call-her-peggy.html' title=''/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-4697716980928395575</id><published>2011-07-01T16:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T16:08:13.330-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='period sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blood'/><title type='text'>Bloody Lust</title><summary type='text'>Oh yes...you've thought about it

Most think it's absolutely gross and taboo. They see it ass filth or an unforgivable ungodly act.

To me blood forms a bond or strengthens what already exists and it's very personal. So period sex with random folks..not so much. But an intimate experience..oh yes.

A slight tug on a tampon string...oh yes that's amazing.

Feeling the warm liquid run down your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/4697716980928395575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/4697716980928395575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/07/bloody-lust.html' title='Bloody Lust'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1H-iwAXBIFc/Tg3FQvYwtRI/AAAAAAAAA7E/-u1fg47WCzQ/s72-c/tumblr_l3y6i0rY0m1qzbht5o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-6034672652978712464</id><published>2011-06-24T16:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T16:51:07.638-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Labels'/><title type='text'>Lables Labels everywhere!</title><summary type='text'> MissA bottoms for Master T, she also tops boyD.
boyD is a switch and is also a slave to LadyH.
Master T also enjoys casual play time with X and has sex with D occasionally  and is also mentoring MrF &amp; Lady H
Occasionally boyD tops MrF so he's really not a sub ....
MrF is the babyboy of blah blah blahhhhh 

And people try to make sense of all this? It's just too damn complex and yet so simple. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/6034672652978712464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/6034672652978712464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/06/lables-labels-everywhere.html' title='Lables Labels everywhere!'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-1457680404720717339</id><published>2011-06-22T17:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T17:01:55.055-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hercules'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='she hulk'/><title type='text'>She Hulk</title><summary type='text'>
   
Read about her sexual conquests here
I pretend I'm her when I'm alone in my room. and um who wouldn't want to bang Hercules?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/1457680404720717339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/1457680404720717339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/06/she-hulk.html' title='She Hulk'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-7619356678989509932</id><published>2011-06-08T07:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T07:25:52.807-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Turn ons'/><title type='text'>Turn ons</title><summary type='text'>The simplistic subtleties...
.
The things one thinks go unnoticed but aren't...

The ordinary and overlooked actions.

A kiss on nape of my neck one that sends shivers throughout my body...is just as pleasing as a kiss on my hand.

A compliment on my eyes,nose,ears as opposed to my other obvious and enormous extremities.

A man in a well tailored suit, will catch my eye over t-shirt and jeans but</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/7619356678989509932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/7619356678989509932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/06/turn-ons.html' title='Turn ons'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-3109721042942717692</id><published>2011-06-01T23:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T23:05:00.732-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='side mirror'/><title type='text'>The View</title><summary type='text'>We arrive in the city after 6pm, dodging traffic and the after work happy hour crowd. After circling several blocks, we find parking on a small street. He hops out to verify if we have to pay or not.
I look in my side view mirror and pause. 
I watch him stroll over to the sign and gaze up, eyes squinted, and brows raised.
I think to myself, he's beautiful. His eyes, his boyish look, his demeanor.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/3109721042942717692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/3109721042942717692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/06/view.html' title='The View'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-778364531765302707</id><published>2011-05-23T00:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T00:40:01.075-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rope'/><title type='text'>Rope</title><summary type='text'>

You cannot push a rope. You can pull it. Try pushing one all you might and you'll only end up tormenting yourself. Though it's shiny and bright and fun to play with...I refuse to frustrate myself trying to make it do what it's not meant to. That is simply silly and fruitless.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/778364531765302707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/778364531765302707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/05/rope.html' title='Rope'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-7975337076908902783</id><published>2011-05-21T12:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T12:22:00.298-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bald women'/><title type='text'>Bald Women</title><summary type='text'>I've aquired two bald friends within the past year. One lost her hair due to cancer another lost it due to a bad coloring job. I thought about how caught up everyone is regarding hair so I start searching for pictures of bald women and come across a site that's kind of fetishy.

 
 Is there anything people aren't a fetishist about? I didn't think so  either. Some one out there is getting off to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/7975337076908902783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/7975337076908902783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/05/bald-women.html' title='Bald Women'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoVj7kxOzx4/TN7gwVOA-MI/AAAAAAAACn0/wgpsxQHc5c8/s72-c/bald+beautiful+women+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-8757821758731574246</id><published>2011-05-19T07:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T07:30:08.789-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erykah Badu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Window Seat'/><title type='text'>Ticket Outta Town</title><summary type='text'>

So, presently I'm standing
Here right now
You're so demanding
Tell me what u want from me
Concluding
Concentrating on my music, lover, and my babies
Makes me wanna ask the lady for a ticket outta town... 
So can I get a window seat
Don't want nobody next to me
I just want a ticket outta town
A look around
And a safe touch down
Window seat
Don't want nobody next to me
I just want a chance to fly</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/8757821758731574246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/8757821758731574246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/05/ticket-outta-town.html' title='Ticket Outta Town'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-4283513193297301933</id><published>2011-05-16T23:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T23:22:15.219-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eat it'/><title type='text'>Eat It</title><summary type='text'>Minutes went by with no words, just breathing. I lifted the lid covering the plate and looked across the table. His expression was one of contemplative disgust. As if he was figuring out a way to worm himself from dealing with this situation, knowing there was no way out.

"You do have a choice", I told him with a smile. His eyes brightened. You can use your hands or a fork, those are your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/4283513193297301933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/4283513193297301933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/05/eat-it.html' title='Eat It'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-2421998347272277006</id><published>2011-05-10T07:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T07:14:17.948-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='part deux'/><title type='text'>Delete this File- Part Deux</title><summary type='text'>You know the funny thing about my blog is that many of my posts are about a boy-yes one particular boy. Yet the majority of my posts are not.  Anyone with a brain would've  read the Delete this File post then viewed my FL profile to confirm as to whether or not the post was about him. Why would I still have someone on my page that I'm no longer playing with? *Sigh*

My blogging about my partner(s</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/2421998347272277006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/2421998347272277006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/05/delete-this-file-part-deux.html' title='Delete this File- Part Deux'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-1759528118560568928</id><published>2011-05-06T14:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T14:19:00.157-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='much better'/><title type='text'>Better</title><summary type='text'>I stand upto get dressed from what seemed like 5 minutes but really more than an hour of frolicking in the sheets. He lays outstretched and somewhat exhausted. With a slight smile on his face he curls up next to his pillow. This is a peaceful moment. It is the picture of innocence happily taken. This is great, but it could better.

I'm not sure what triggered my reacation, either something he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/1759528118560568928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/1759528118560568928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/05/better.html' title='Better'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-6319726016256713574</id><published>2011-05-03T07:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T07:05:57.533-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='limit to your love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='James Blake'/><title type='text'>Scene Music: James Blake</title><summary type='text'>

Great music to scene to in my opinion. Not quite sure about the spinning fruits and what not, but I love the song.

Also does he grab his junk in this video?? Or am I just being perverted as usual.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/6319726016256713574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/6319726016256713574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/05/scene-music-james-blake.html' title='Scene Music: James Blake'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-1155977959855339598</id><published>2011-05-02T07:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T07:35:33.790-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patience'/><title type='text'>Patience</title><summary type='text'>"You look tired".

I can feel with ever blink of my eyes the burning sensation subside. I should be sleeping. but I'm not. I'm here. With him.

He gets beside me and puts my leg over his torso and starts to massage my calf muscle working his way down to my foot. I smirk and say "I'm really not a foot person." he responds "Yea neither am I, I just wanted to please you, I can't stand the sight of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/1155977959855339598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/1155977959855339598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/05/patience.html' title='Patience'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-4398151508998710415</id><published>2011-04-29T12:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T09:55:33.391-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorite photo of the week'/><title type='text'>Pic of the Week</title><summary type='text'>
I have someone in mind...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/4398151508998710415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/4398151508998710415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/04/pic-of-week_29.html' title='Pic of the Week'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Z8Vc6_ZYo/TJ7f_68kZUI/AAAAAAAAIrM/EodqHyHXScY/s72-c/os.torture1240407334.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-7794870587879885472</id><published>2011-04-27T08:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T08:48:06.439-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='looking in.'/><title type='text'>On the outside</title><summary type='text'>I was taught that leaders don't show hurt or pain. Whatever is going on in your personal life that's traumatic shouldn't involve the entire world.  I've learned that most people could care less and some are actually quite happy and whatever disarray you're experiencing.  We all want someone to confide in, to share our deepest thoughts,feelings and fears. When I think of my relationship with a pet</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/7794870587879885472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/7794870587879885472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/04/on-outside.html' title='On the outside'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-460994458966033202</id><published>2011-04-20T12:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T12:12:00.329-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fav Photo of week'/><title type='text'>Pic of the Week</title><summary type='text'>

Sarah Kneeling    





</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/460994458966033202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/460994458966033202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/04/pic-of-week.html' title='Pic of the Week'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-3224169385460841850</id><published>2011-04-15T12:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T12:26:00.509-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='files'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='delete'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving on'/><title type='text'>Delete this file?</title><summary type='text'>The meaningless emails and IM's full of adoration, love and cyber affection. I would like to believe that you mean what you say. We both know that I don't. You've taken little to no intiative with this process and I feel as if I'm beating a dead horse, which is no fun. I want to beat animals that are alive and breathing. So...

I'm deleting your file, (oh yes they all have files. I'm anal like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/3224169385460841850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/3224169385460841850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/04/delete-this-file.html' title='Delete this file?'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-2570304020007425444</id><published>2011-04-12T17:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T17:33:35.410-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivaton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kelly roland'/><title type='text'>GE Review -Motivation Kelly Roland</title><summary type='text'>
The song is soooo much better than the video. I'm kinda disappointed at Kelly's dance moves. Is it me or does it seem like she's trying really really hard to be sexy. Anyway you can suffer through it or simply turn your head and listen to the lyrics.


Verse 1
Oh lover, don’t you dare slow down
Go longer, you can last more rounds
Push harder, your almost there now
So go lover, make my mother </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/2570304020007425444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/2570304020007425444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/04/ge-review-motivation-kelly-roland.html' title='GE Review -Motivation Kelly Roland'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-1677815755955706320</id><published>2011-04-10T09:49:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T09:49:00.307-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business and pleasure'/><title type='text'>I'd rather not know</title><summary type='text'>I sit across from them finalizing everything in their paperwork. "Ok Mr &amp; Mrs. Smith we're all good to go, do you have any questions?"  The wife gets up from the table and heads to the kitchen, "No I don't think so, but I did want to ask you something unrelated to business."  She returns with a pitcher full of water to refill my glass. I pause, seeing this meeting isn't quite over. "Oh ok, well </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/1677815755955706320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/1677815755955706320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/04/id-rather-not-know.html' title='I&apos;d rather not know'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hd5n-_Z3PNo/S_gE36KOJiI/AAAAAAAABNk/RSAOhUHEEFU/s72-c/office+sex.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-153574517006583036</id><published>2011-04-08T09:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T09:15:29.788-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorite photo of the week'/><title type='text'>GE Out &amp; About</title><summary type='text'> 
This was an mammoth moment in history as this dress was smaller than I'm used to fitting into. I did not purchase it though, because of the boob functionality. After doing several jump tests, and bend over exercises this outfit was deemed dangerous. Too many cocktails and one wrong move is recipe for disaster. 
Ooh I als found this awesome burlesque book and this picture really stood out.
 I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/153574517006583036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/153574517006583036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/04/ge-out-about.html' title='GE Out &amp; About'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-89lRNj_IPBY/TZxkdQF5TyI/AAAAAAAAA6k/pgb1DC6Yr0s/s72-c/IMAG0974.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-3605004676795074853</id><published>2011-04-05T09:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T09:34:01.244-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='service'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love languages'/><title type='text'>My Fantasy?</title><summary type='text'>He asks "So what's one of your fantasies?"


I pause because I'm caught off guard. I'm supposed to respond with an erotic tale, a literary treasure full of sadism and lustful narratives. I should know exactly what my fantasies are right? Well what if what I want doesn't involve a page from an erogenous BDSM novel.


What if I don't have any such fantasies because I've spent too much time </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/3605004676795074853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/3605004676795074853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-fantasy.html' title='My Fantasy?'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aQxv2v9ICH4/TZsZW3esz-I/AAAAAAAAA6g/ustf7Ngj8bw/s72-c/111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-3426809410568769347</id><published>2011-04-03T00:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T00:38:00.396-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ass grabbing'/><title type='text'>Favorite Pic of the Week</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/3426809410568769347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/3426809410568769347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/04/favorite-pic-of-week.html' title='Favorite Pic of the Week'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-197587457905954266</id><published>2011-03-31T10:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T10:24:00.510-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foot fetish'/><title type='text'>The Foot Doctor</title><summary type='text'>So on Thursdays when Gary swung through the club I prepared myself. I knew it would be a good night and fairly easy. At the same time I knew I'd have to hold back the queasy feeling that I'd get in my stomach. Gary was a foot guy. Any and everything to do with feet he absolutely loved and if it involved me all the better. I enjoy a good foot massage like anyone else, though I am by no means a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/197587457905954266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/197587457905954266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/03/foot-doctor.html' title='The Foot Doctor'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-9143537063190677614</id><published>2011-03-30T08:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T08:39:00.514-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CBT'/><title type='text'>Cock Torture</title><summary type='text'>

CBT Misstress Sinnamon Love's Gallery





</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/9143537063190677614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/9143537063190677614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/03/cock-torture.html' title='Cock Torture'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-1811856748536178304</id><published>2011-03-28T15:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T15:55:51.042-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stripping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feedback'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dancers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='male strippers'/><title type='text'>Stripper Feedback</title><summary type='text'>

I got a DM from a fellow twitter-er asking if I still danced (sorry I hung up my stilettos) and for some feedback regarding it. I told her to

1. Go check out some clubs she might be interested in working at  
2. Develop some tough skin  
3.Keep your two lives separate or not. Your choice

I also mentioned that since she and others often ask about that part of my life I should blog about it. *</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/1811856748536178304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/1811856748536178304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/03/stripper-feedback.html' title='Stripper Feedback'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-7630074753168801371</id><published>2011-03-24T13:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T13:06:50.502-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bruises'/><title type='text'>Car Sex</title><summary type='text'>


I
If they made newer cars a bit more roomy. I wouldn't have bruises in odd places. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/7630074753168801371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/7630074753168801371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/03/car-sex.html' title='Car Sex'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-DdfvBHreWMI/TYt4kK1pQKI/AAAAAAAAA6c/FgCBmazElPs/s72-c/best+car+porn+image+ever.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-6141773452169030837</id><published>2011-03-23T10:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T10:38:00.701-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tumbling down'/><title type='text'>Tumbling Down</title><summary type='text'>I'd like to think I'm pretty experienced in my handling of heels 6" and higher. Then there are those nights where I'm reminded I'm not invincible in them.

Can't remember what I was blathering  about to my date, perhaps I was caught up in his fabulous-ness and flawless makeup and hair and nails and... Damn't I think he looked better than me. 

I leaned on my chair with one knee, hand on hip </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/6141773452169030837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/6141773452169030837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/03/tumbling-down.html' title='Tumbling Down'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-5451848948998046678</id><published>2011-03-19T16:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T16:31:54.147-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peyronies disease'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><title type='text'>Hook *Update*</title><summary type='text'>

Phalluzoïde ou l'Origine du Monde by Jan Theuninck

You guys crack me up. My pet got his name because his dick has a slight curve to it and several of you (men only) have asked if he has Peyronie's disease. Funny. The answer is no, but you knew that already.

You should also know that when I'm riding it, or when my legs are over his shoulders and it's deep inside of me...yeah... it feels great.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/5451848948998046678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/5451848948998046678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/03/hook-update.html' title='Hook *Update*'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3574/3551448186_34f04706ba_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-6621277318188075837</id><published>2011-03-17T10:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T10:53:04.290-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curves'/><title type='text'>Curves</title><summary type='text'>
As I bust my ass doing ridiculous exercises...I keep in mind I'm doing it so be in the best shape of my life. Not because I'm not interested in being a size 3....again. So shout out to all my curvy women and the people that love us *smiles*










If I can see your rib cage, I'm not interested in sleeping with you. I am interested in feeding you. Sit down and eat some rice and beans baby...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/6621277318188075837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/6621277318188075837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/03/curves.html' title='Curves'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zLznuQOQgo4/SxfpzC5I0VI/AAAAAAAAELs/uyo6egDO-M0/s72-c/image_thumb2.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-2855623370445195579</id><published>2011-03-16T08:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T08:40:15.471-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uncomfortable'/><title type='text'>Uncomfortable</title><summary type='text'>un·com·fort·a·ble/ˌənˈkəmfərtəbəl/Adjective1. Causing or feeling slight pain or physical discomfort2. Causing or feeling unease or awkwardness
I get this sick feeling in my gut when I look at him. I sigh "You're cute" and run my fingers across his face, along his nose and lips. I'm enjoying this way too much. I'm warning him of falling in love but to be honest I should be cautious as well. Uggh, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/2855623370445195579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/2855623370445195579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/03/uncomfortable.html' title='Uncomfortable'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-8873140434952443042</id><published>2011-03-15T10:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T10:17:58.442-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='small dick'/><title type='text'>I just wanted to tell you</title><summary type='text'>


Photo by Nataliedee



In case you were thinking it was a ginormous splendorous fiddle stick. Nope...nope it's small. But if you treat a chick right she'll never tell you that. She'll stick by your side but as soon as you drop the ball and get too comfortable or lazy with your game she's off to someone with bigger assets. 

Yeah we're shallow, but you love us anyway.




</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/8873140434952443042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/8873140434952443042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-just-wanted-to-tell-you.html' title='I just wanted to tell you'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-812967370450504347</id><published>2011-03-14T09:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T09:43:04.851-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tears'/><title type='text'>Tears</title><summary type='text'>Remember when I said I wanted to make you cry, and you agreed that it would be a splendorous moment.

Yet as the tails wisp through the air, I can almost bet you'd take those words back..

"I'm sorry" wasn't going to cut it for this mistake. This is a learning experience. I needed him to understand and learn that such mistakes have consequences. Fucking and not making me cum is a mistake. Fucking</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/812967370450504347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/812967370450504347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/03/tears.html' title='Tears'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-2931338670355693418</id><published>2011-03-11T13:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T13:08:02.783-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slut barbie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>Slutty Barbie</title><summary type='text'>
At the age of twelve I was still playing with dolls, but not like this. I almost spit my coffee out 2:50 I can only imagine what these gals are doing in high school.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/2931338670355693418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/2931338670355693418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/03/slutty-barbie.html' title='Slutty Barbie'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-5229153810009337555</id><published>2011-03-10T13:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T13:15:11.365-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Busta Rhymes'/><title type='text'>Gimme Some More</title><summary type='text'> I'd bump this in my college days and now it's considered old school...damn. I'm old.

There's a verse in the beginning before he turns into a little blue monster "I was told if I ain't a part of the greatest, I gotta be the greatest myself." So true lil blue Busta...so true.

What are you a part of right now? If it's not great then why participate?

oh and...
Favorite parts of the video. 1. That</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/5229153810009337555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/5229153810009337555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/03/gimme-some-more.html' title='Gimme Some More'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-2108484317254243155</id><published>2011-03-09T10:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T10:46:00.993-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorite photo of the week'/><title type='text'>Favorite Pic of the Week</title><summary type='text'>Titled Water Study by Morgaine Lefaye

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/2108484317254243155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/2108484317254243155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/03/favorite-pic-of-week.html' title='Favorite Pic of the Week'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-4579299110837241543</id><published>2011-03-07T13:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T13:43:24.639-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chivalry is dead'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feminist'/><title type='text'>Chivalry is Dead, maybe</title><summary type='text'>He pulled his car up and I think to myself..."Self, make sure you wear your seatbelt and say a prayer"  I'm not the slowest driver myself but I also don't own a Kitt. I open the door and get in and I swear we're at our destination minus the traffic and no sense of direction in 0.2 seconds..... Ok I'm lying but there were moments when I did a mini gasp and griped my seatbelt. I think he enjoyed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/4579299110837241543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/4579299110837241543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/03/chivalry-is-dead-maybe.html' title='Chivalry is Dead, maybe'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3345138766076043692.post-5070658995094139988</id><published>2011-03-03T09:05:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T09:05:00.957-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jill Scott'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gotta get up'/><title type='text'>I just want to play video games</title><summary type='text'> 
I know I'm not the only person that feels this way, it's even more difficult when you actually make you're own schedule. I've yet to have a day, devoted to video games. Except those  post college days full of Final Fantasy VII. I miss those days,but I like having shoe options, so grind on I must. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/5070658995094139988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3345138766076043692/posts/default/5070658995094139988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebonygoddesseden.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-just-want-to-play-video-games.html' title='I just want to play video games'/><author><name>G.E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14861991745416703665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6IVp_TBQIs/TuoEFSMBHuI/AAAAAAAABD8/pgVQcGbJoEE/s220/Picture%2B091.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
