Extra-Curricular Activities pt. 2 "Homie-Lover-Friend"

HOMIE –LOVER-FRIEND
Most often an old girlfriend, friend from the past or business associate. She understands him and listens to him. She’s the one he calls when he doesn’t know what to do with your fussing ass. Every few months, even once a year… they meet up and have hot sweaty sex then they go back to their respective lives. No Strings Attached. 

We all have that Homie-Lover-Friend. The person that we’re attracted to but just know an actual relationship wouldn’t work. This is probably your man’s high school sweetheart , Ex Co-Worker (sometimes even a current co-worker). They are actual friends. He cares about what’s going on in her life, knows her family and they probably have mutual friends. They can have complete conversations without mentioning sex once. Most times this HLF has a man of her own as well. When she needs advice on dealing with her man… she’s calling yours. They know more about each other’s relationships than their significant others that they are in the relationship with. They share a certain comfort level that unfortunately your man will probably never have with you. And every once in a while they meet up for a night of great sex. She knows how to please your man in ways that you refuse to try. They can laugh at each other in the middle of sex and talk shit about out doing the other. For them it’s just sex. A release of pinned up frustrations, a chance to try something new. Afterwards they lay up, usually no cuddling. They can just BE around eachother and that's the main allure about it all . They will spend the night together... wake up in the morning .... and go there seperate ways. Your man will retuned to you freed of some of the burden he's been carying. Relaxed, rejuvinated and ready to continue working through his relationship with you! Send the Homie-Lover-Friend a thank you Card. She just probably extended your relationship a good year!

EXTRA CURRICULAR ACTIVITIES 101*

 I have this theory that the Mistress (or Side Chick if you must) at times is an integral piece to a successful relationship. WAIT…. Don’t log off. I know you’re thinking WHAT THE HELL IS THIS WOMAN TALKIN ABOUT??? But just bare with me…. I like to think of it as extra-curricular activities. There are 3 types of “Extra-Curricular Activities”

STARBUCKS GIRL

-          Jump Off, Quickie, Most often a One Night stand. She means nothing to him and he would never jeopardize his relationship to keep her.

 

1    When a Man cheats on his Woman it’s extremely rare that the sex will be tied to his emotions. For men, often times its JUST PUSSY. The woman was attractive; she gave him the eye and made him feel a way that his current Woman doesn’t make him feel as often as she used to… WANTED. Ladies Men want to feel sought after too. They may not admit it, but they want to feel that we still think they’re sexy. Every man secretly hopes that his presence still makes his Woman’s panties wet. But, so often as Women, we get used to our Men. Mostly because they get comfortable when they get us and start farting in the bed, shitting with the bathroom door open and walking around in them holey ass draws that we keep begging them to throw away. So eventually we lose the warm sensation that we used to get by just looking at them. And men can tell when this happens. It’s extremely subtle and won’t be the last crack in the foundation, but it very well may be the first. Men already feel like Women don’t want to have sex as often as they do and eventually they get tired of feeling like they have to talk your prude ass into it. So when Starbucks Girl comes along and shows the least bit of attention, your Man is all excited and feeling like a teenager again. That feeling of being wanted drives him to see how far he can really go. It could be the girl who works at his favorite Starbucks, the Secretary in the office, shit even a girl he sees sitting at the bus stop on his way to work every day. As Women we ASSUME a Man will Cheat UP. Meaning find a Woman who’s prettier than us or more successful. But ladies let me clue you in on something. Most men couldn’t care less what the chick does for a living or if she’s a super model. They just want to know if she’s Down To Fuck. So Starbucks girl slips your man her number and it’s on. They chat, she’s willing to talk freaky to him in text messages (another thing you probably won’t do) she sends him naked pictures and before you know it, she becomes his favorite past time. Eventually he goes over her house for a nooner, maybe once… maybe a few times. But it NEVER lasts. He gets it out of his system and continues to go home to your boring ass! You should send Starbucks girl a “Thank You” note… she just kept your man at home.

-to be continued…

*stuck in Marvin's Room*

I don't think I'm conscious of making Monsters out of the Men that I crush on till it all goes bad.... but shit its all good. 

 Talk to me please don't have much to believe in. I need you right now, are down to listen to me? Too many drinks have been given to me. I got some Grown Men that's cheating with me. Payed for my flights and hotels I'm ashamed. Bet that you know them I won't say no names. After a while Boy they all seem the same. I know this all seems so strange, I'll explain ... I'm having a hard time adjusting to fame

She Ripped the Words Straight from My Heart

Confessions: Part 1

I feel like I’m searching for Love… but all I find is Lust.

That’s my fault though. I got some issues with trust.

It’s not that I don’t trust them… I really just don’t trust myself

Seems like every time I get close I just sabotage myself

Like the Good Dude I met from the Bay

He really tried to save me but I just kept getting in the way

He gave this Woman almost everything she could ask for

Respect, Trust, Security and so much more

A couple superficial things kept clouding my view

I just want you to know that when I’m all alone I still think of you

So I closed off my heart and Blocked out my mind

Decided to find someone to occupy my time

But when I met him, I was convinced we were meant to be

Turns out all he wanted was my body, but that was cool with me

I didn’t have the energy to give him my mind

So instead I gave him the pleasure of my slow grind

Fucking the shit outta some other Woman’s Man

But wait.. Yo they were separated Ya’ll understand

And once I really Fucked up and had too much to drink

Made a dumb ass decision, didn’t bother to think

Longing so bad for a little intimacy

My fault Houston the fault is on me

Too many nights filled with shot after shot

I kept telling myself to slow down.. But damn I forgot

And it’s not like the liquor erases my memory

It helps make my issues even more clear to me

The pain… I know that’s something real

Don’t have to second guess like this other shit I feel

“I don’t need love just take me shopping”

“Pay a few bills and we can get it popping’

And what’s funny is I don’t even need their money

But I wanna take from them like they be taking from me

But I’m smart enough not to confuse love with lust

I know I’m just new pussy and he just wanna bust

Ol dude flew my across the country just to taste my shit

He keep selling pipe dreams… but I know he aint shit

At the end of the day, it’s still all my fault

This is my virtue and I need to protect my vault

But I’m feeling like my conscious is fucking with me

One day its strict the next it runs free

As I pour out my soul and confess my sins

I’m still not rid of the deception within

I’m as we speak planning one trip more

To escape reality with a Man that’s spoken for…

Day Dreaming....

I keep having these wet Daydreams. 

No matter where I am.

They just creep into my mind at the most random times.

The triggers vary... smells, taste, music and of course sight.

I literally catch myself squirming in my seat.

My legs crossed, clenched tight and holding on for dear life. 

It feels like I'm holding an orgasm prisoner and its trying to break out.

Sometimes I ride this impending orgasm like the waves of the Ocean.

I fantasize about mind blowing sex in public places.

Backseat of the car in the parking lot of a busy Night Club.

Giving head on the highway.

Getting fingered at the table of my favorite restaurant.

In an office at my job

I release my mind

Envision riding some Chocolate Stallion in a Jacuzzi tub

In my mind I come over and over again 

I am breathless

In reality I sit with a sneaky grin on my face

These thoughts are my dirty little secret

And no one as any idea...

"Welcome Back"

I’m staring out the window at this beautiful view of this mysterious city. I feel like it’s just waiting for me to leave my mark. The sun is shining bright, it’s a beautiful day. I’m enjoying the cool breeze that reminds me how far from the desert I’ve traveled. It’s been a 12 hour traveling day for me. From one coast to another, with way too many stops in between. Finally I’ve made it to my destination; A beautiful hotel in the heart of downtown. He carries my 70lbs of luggage upstairs to the room. I immediately open all the curtains and stare out at the city. I find myself in complete awe. Anxiousness creeps over my body, slightly giving me the chills. I feel his hands slowly move around my waist. He starts to nibble on my neck and his embrace insinuates that he misses me. So I ask, “You missed me?” He replies “Of course, did you miss me” I want to say No, but out comes “yea… I did”. “What did you miss?” He asks. I mean what kind of question is that? We haven’t had sex and I don’t love you… so what the hell do you expect me to say? I think quickly and somehow I come up with “I miss your goofy ass making me laugh” which especially in this moment was so true. He is pleased with this answer. He backs up to the bed sits down and sits me on his lap. I feel like a little kid sitting on Santa’s lap, preparing to tell him what I want for Christmas. I guess in a way, that’s what he wants to be… MY Santa Clause. He starts kissing my neck. He then gently lays me on the bed and gets on his knees. My heart begins to beat out of my chest and the butterflies begin their journey flying around my stomach like they’re trying to escape. I get so nervous for a moment I feel like I may actually vomit. He starts kissing my stomach and works his way down my stomach to the top of my black tights. And before I know it, my tights along with my sheer undies have loosely fallen around my ankles. He begins to kiss my inner thigh, teasing and taunting me. I can tell he wants me to ask for him to taste me… but I refuse to give him the satisfaction. After realizing that he wasn’t going to get me to beg, he dives face first in my abyss. Kissing and nibbling me slowly. My tights are restricting my ability to lock my legs around his neck the way I want to, so I kick them off and they go flying across the room. Yes, now I can fully enjoy his feast. I throw my arms back and give him complete control. After a while I can’t take it, I grab the back of his head with both hands and hold on for dear life. In an instant he stands up, pulling me up with him. I’m sitting on his shoulders as he ravishes my body. There’s nothing for me to hold on to except for the flat screen TV mounted to the hotel room wall. All I can picture is me coming… and the TV coming down with me. So I try to brace myself by making fists with both my hands, learning a new balancing act. He keeps me sturdy by holding tightly to my ass cheeks. He apparently doesn’t care if I pull this TV down with me. I try to reach the ceiling but even his 6ft added to my 5ft aren’t enough for me to reach. I start to feel those trembles from the pits of my stomach. My mind wants to beg him to put me down and finish this soon to be intense orgasm in the safety of the King Size bed beneath us. But the freak in me won’t let me. The eroticism of this act is turning me completely on, out, in… every way but off. I begin to buck like I’m riding one of those electric bulls you find in little dive bars. He can feel it coming. He puts me down, lifts my right leg and sucks my second tongue until I convulse. He rides the wave with me until I’m done. I start cursing and calling out to the Lord all at the same time. My legs have formed a WWE choke-hold around his neck. When I finally have control of my body again… I release. My breathing begins to return back to normal. He leans forward and whispers in my ear…. “Welcome Back.”  

Marvins Room

I was sitting on a plane a couple weeks ago having a drink. Well actually a few drinks. Those little nip bottles are so irritating they make you feel like even more of a drinker than you already are, because you have to order at least 3 to get a decent buzz! So I'm on nip number 3 and I'm listening to Drake's "Marvin's Room". I'd been telling myself for weeks that I should write a remix... everybody else has seemed to remix it, so why not? I actually have every version I could find on my phone, so I have them all in rotation as I begin to write, The third verse comes to me first... which is weird. I'm usually a linear writer. Anyway, I get the third verse down then the chorus comes to me and a first verse. After that its like my mind went completely blank. Or most likely I was just tired of sulking and feeling bad for myself. So needless to say the 2nd verse has never been written... and probably never will. If you haven't heard it, first of all what rock have you been under? If not, you can you tube it so you can get a feel for what the song is all about. I will probably just add the video to the blog anyway, because I feel like the song represents how I feel about a certain time in my life. For the life of me I still can't figure out why the song is called Marvins Room???? But without any further ado...

I've been drinking all night
Way too Much Patron
Feeling like I'm wandering
Just trying to find my way home
Yeah I know its been a year now
But I'm still trying to figure out
How the hell we lost touch
Boy I thought we were in love...

Fuck that new girl that you think you love
You just ran to her boy because we broke up
I said, Fuck that new girl you gave your last name
When I heard that news... Well
Damn near went insane

I'm just saying that you can do better
Yeah I fucked up
But I was trying to be better
I'm just saying with me you had better
You know I rocked your world every time we were together
 

(insert verse 2)



Boy that's fucked up
You left me broken hearted
Drinking so much got me acting retarded
Drunk dialing all of the Men in my phone
Just trying to find someone to take me home
Not that I always need someone with me
But tonight I'm tired of being lonely
I'm missing the way
That You used to hold me
So I need someone to come set me free
So tired of being in captivity
I'm screaming for help
Can you even hear me
Keep trying to tell myself I should move on
Everything we had is so dead and gone
But every time I get a cup of Patron
I start to  remember that I'm all alone
I'm in here mixed up
Talking like I'm crazy
Wishing you would pick up
Wishing I could come home
Boy its been so long

Fuck that new girl that you think you love
You just ran to her boy because we broke up
I said fuck that new girl you gave your last name
Swear when I heard that shit I damned near went insane

I'm Back.... I'm Back!!! (written 7/29)

Greetings My Anonymous Audience,

I know it seems that I have abandoned you AND the blog seeing as how I haven't posted anything in months. Well I'm here to say "I'm Back... I'm Back"! I want to say that the reason for my lack of sensual literal deposits into your lives is because I'm just TOO BUSY... unfortunately, that is not the case. Granted I have been EXTREMELY busy the past few months moving and making moves. That is not the only reason. I promised I would always be honest, so here's the truth. I just have been too damn lazy. And frankly uninspired. Not that I've run out of tantalizing tidbits for you. I just haven't had the drive to type them up into entertaining little stories for you to read. So whats different about today? Well for one, my laptop is laying next to me in the bed... staring me down... begging me to tickle its keys. There's this huge rain storm that is making me apprehensive about leaving my room to continue with my Friday night plans.

I was wrapping up a few things from work when I decided to visit the site and see what our traffic was looking like... over 1000 views!!!! That's great, especially since I haven't written anything interesting in a while. So I decided to make myself sit and write!!!! I have quite a few things I want to share with you guys , not sure if they will all make it tonight. But I will do my best to leave you with a few lines from me....

Chocolate Dreams")

Pu**y Power from Truthpaste TV James Hannah

I want.... a..... Refund!!!

Excuse Me, but
FUCK LOVE
I don't mean no disrespect, but we got beef
I paid you but you didn't deliver
Don't you have some kind of Money Back Guarantee
I'm an UNSATISFIED customer
and I want a Fucking REFUND
I want my time back and ALL my damn tears
My energy, every sleepless night... matter of fact every single year
I'm Suing... FALSE ADVERTISEMENT
You forgot to tell me about the Side Effects
May Cause....
- Headaches, Insomnia, Nausea, Anxiety, and in some cases even death.
Other side effects, though mild may be permanent
......Fine Printing My Ass

The Heart of the Matter (India Arie)

Goodbye

I keep hearing in my head say Goodbye to Yesterday

I'm looking to the future but my past is in the way

My Friends are always saying Girl you know we're getting older

And its some shit about our past that we just gotta get over

And I swear Everyday this life is getting crazy

Time changes us all and that never ceases to amaze me

All my old loves are getting married on me

They dropped out the game and retired on me

Kinda makes me feel like time is slipping by on me

I know we had our issues, but selfishly enough I always thought you'd wait on me

All I needed was a little time

Time to... do me, seek me, find me

So I could be the best me... when you came back to me

But..... I ran... out...

Of time that is... see time that is

The hardest thing to take captive

And even when you think you have it, its short lived

Holding on to a memory that no longer exists

Possibilities exhausted stuck in the abyss

Everything we had has dissipated here

Our love our dreams and every single year

Back is gone... yesterday too

For you there is no me, And for me there is no you.

Brotha to the Night (from Love Jones)

"Thank You for holding, how may I help you?"

Everyday I see Him standing there

With his Chocolate self

I imagine he smells like Cocoa Butter and Ganja

He looks like his skin has been kissed by the sun

His smile brightens my eyes

Makes me moist Between my thighs

I fall into a daydream....

In this daydream we fuck until day becomes night

I find my climax upon his peak

Later I will brag to my friends that I set out to conquer Mt. Rushmore but instead it conquered me 

I fantasize about licking him from his lips to his tip

I feel him swell in excitement

He is made comfortable in the warmth between my lips 

Time has no authority in this prison of lust I have created in my mind

My creativity the warden every prisoner bending to my command

My prison has no bars and within its confines we are ironically free

I can will myself to do things I only secretly dream 

I order him to his knees and mount his face

I'm riding his tongue and I grab his dreads hoping they guide me through this race

I can feel myself climbing ... Brimming to the surface with pleasure

Rhythm is found and Beat is on it's way

It's almost time for my solo

I dig inside for all I've been holding back

I part my lips to release.... 

Let out my notes of sweet surrender.....

And.... The damn phone rings.

I open my eyes... 

I'm at my desk... 

Awoken from daydream turned wet dream...

 "Thank You for holding...             How may I help you?"

Exactly how Lucky is this Lounge?

I have spent a considerable amount of my 20’s intoxicated. I’d like to think that’s normal… but either way I couldn’t care less. This particular evening happened to fall right smack in the middle of my “Drink till you Drop Days.” Not that drinking to oblivion is something a person should take pride in, but Hey I’m still here… so I couldn’t have been THAT bad right? This is a time in my life when most of my interesting stories begin with… “So… I was drunk… and” or “So… I was drinking” this story is no different.

It’s a cold winter night in Atlanta. It’s rained all day, so the air smells fresh and the wind is a bit strong. One of those nights that demand you wear a coat. A night when most people would stay in the comforts of their warm house, unless it was absolutely necessary to leave. But tonight nothing will keep me from hitting the town. It’s been a long stressful week and I deserve the release! I chose to unleash my fury on the infamous “Lucky Lounge”. I’ve never been before and besides I’m newly single and ready to mingle. The night starts out like any other, over-crowded club, few drinks… and a little bit of tail-feather shaking. I excuse myself to the balcony to indulge myself in a Moore… the only thing that used to keep me sane and away from the porcelain while drinking. I spark up and start a conversation with a fellow Balcony Dweller. We refill our drinks and before I know it… we’ve been talking for an hour. I have NO idea what we talked about for over an hour… but it must have been good! Next thing I know, Her boyfriend has joined our conversation and he’s refilling our drinks. We’re sitting on one of those plush leather couches with the big pillows facing the busy streets of downtown Atlanta. She’s on my right chatting and every so often, she playfully places her hand on my thigh. Now at the time I had no idea she was coming on to me. I didn’t even really realize how square I was until I began reminiscing on this night. Now her boyfriend is to the left of me, watching…. Waiting. He occasionally pretends the music is too loud and starts to whisper in my ear. Making sure he nibbles a piece of my neck each time he departs from his devious attempts at seduction. All of a sudden, it’s not so cold outside. As a matter-of-fact, it’s feeling a bit steamy on this Balcony. I want to run, but I can’t. My curiosity won’t let me move a muscle. I’m paralyzed by the thoughts of “what’s next?”

            

So I’m drunk and I ‘m sitting on the balcony of this club. I’m wedged between the desires of a Man to see his Woman with another Woman and the yearning of a Woman who wants to taste my sweet spot. ME…. a square little sexually in-experienced prude left to make THIS decision. And this couple has invited me back to their house! No way in the world do I even posses the… BALLS necessary to go through with it. I politely decline, but these people are persistent. This woman begins to tell me how she can change my world with her lips and expand my horizons with her tongue. All while her boyfriend has taken the liberty of “warming me up”. He’s nibbling on my ears and kissing on my neck. I’m starting to squirm. My feet are crossed and locked in a feeble attempt to keep my legs closed as tight as possible. I can feel the heat radiating from between my thighs. I feel like my insides may combust if I don’t let some cool air in. I’m afraid that I may come bust right here on this leather couch, if I don’t keep it together (literally). But resistance is futile. My legs begin to part and her hand finds its way to the heat between my legs. She’s caressing me so smoothly through my apparently thin leggings. I feel like she’s touching me, finding my essence. All of this teasing is literally driving me insane. I keep telling myself to run but my body won’t cooperate. She reaches her hand into my leggings and she finds what I’ve been fighting to hide. My pool of excitement. She takes her time, like she trying to commit the route to memory. I’m ashamed and excited all at the same time. I can’t believe a Woman is giving me this much pleasure and I’m allowing her to. Her man is whispering how sexy I am and how he can’t wait to get me home. She’s exciting herself by pleasuring me. And I just remember staring out into this city that had stolen my heart from the moment we met, thinking THIS is where people re-invent themselves. I want to let her take me there. I want to give in to my apprehensions and let her give me the release that my body seems to be demanding. I want to pretend that social stigmata don’t exist. I hope that I’m the type of person that seizes the moment and indulges themselves in all types of pleasurable acts. I don’t want to wonder anymore if Women really do it better..... I want to know. I want to watch the mist fall over the city I love while my body spasms from an unexpected orgasm and rains in pleasure. But I’m not yet that free and I can’t do those things. And in an instant everything turns cold again and my fire dies. All my desire dissipates and all I’m left with is shame. Decision made… motor skills returned. I collect myself and begin to walk away. Before I could complete the “walk of shame” I turn back for one more glance at what could have been… if only I were someone else. My temptress places her fingers into her lover’s mouth and they begin kissing. The only concise thought I can put together is… I need another drink.

Making Love Art

I want to be a Def Poet, so that no one can hear

listen to the feelings my words evoke through your ears.

I want to be a Blind Poet, so that no one can see

Vision my story and take the Journey with me.

I don't want to write with a Pen...I'd rather paint with my mouth

Hills of Love and Valley's of Passion

Oceans of Pain... through many days of rain

Searching for my roots, leads me to...

 find knowledge to gain

See My experience leaves me inept to continue this story alone

I'm searching for the one I can call my own.

Come Paint with me Baby, we have a story to tell.

Mix my Blues with you Greens

Purple passions in between.

I wanna learn your stroke... you make such a beautiful scene.

Let's create our own colors; Break every rule

Color outside my lines baby, I'm asking you to!

Use ME as the canvas, I want to be your Muse

We can create our own Music, to make love to

TONIGHT is the Night.... Only its the middle of the Afternoon!

"I'm Nervous and I'm trembling ... waiting for you to walk in... trying Hard to Relax... but I... Just can’t keep still."

Ugh, this Betty Wright song just keeps re-playing itself in my head! What the hell have I gotten myself into? It’s been Months since I've had Sex and it seems like a LIFETIME since I've had GOOD SEX! On top of that, though I'm not proud to say this... it’s been sooooo long since I've had sober sex. Yeah yeah I know! I don't know if it was just that my sex partner was so bad I had to be intoxicated or maybe I was just an alcoholic... who knows. However, for the purposes of this story, the reasons are completely irrelevant. The point is, I have agreed to a "Nooner". All nonchalant like I do it all the time. He asks "How do you feel about Nooners?" I think to myself, "I'm not exactly opposed, just never really had the opportunity."  And in True "Girl 8" fashion, I'm completely divided and questioning myself to death. Is it too soon? What if He's not good? What if I'm not good? Did I shave? Do I have condoms? How many condoms do I need? We're talking complete melt-down here. I want so badly to call one of my Morally Questionable Roommates, so they can give me the okay. Somehow I think this will make me feel better. But I don't. I make the decision all on my own. Shit my body needs this and WE (Me and my Nani) deserve this! YESSSSSSSSSSSS I scream! Too bad he can't hear me, so I send the message that seals my fate "How long until you get here?" ..................... "20 minutes" What the hell kind of Sex Vixen am I supposed to turn into in a mere 20 min?

So now I'm running around my house trying to clean it and myself at the same time, lighting candles trying to find the right Music. Do I put on clothes? Should I just answer the door in my Birthday Suit with my Come get Me Smile? Lingerie.... that's what I'll wear. Dammit, no Lingerie. What kind of self respecting Sex Vixen doesn't have lingerie? Makes mental note to work on that. Okay, we'll stick to cute Black Panties... can never go wrong with Black Panties. I hear his truck pull up and my heart literally starts beating the insides of my chest trying to escape. My palms are all sweaty and I can't catch my breath. Oh No! Dear sweet Jesus, am I having a panic attack? I run to my sister's room and steal a glass of wine (YES My sister keeps Wine in her room... life is hard, don't judge us). I down that wine like it has the cure to old age resting at the bottom of the glass, run downstairs... and open the door. There I am ... standing in all my Chocolate Splendor, body of a Bombshell with the nerves of a Virgin. Never-the-less I lead him to my Lair. 

       He lays me down on the bed and begins to trace my body with his fingertips. Every Sensory Organ in my body is on fire. It feels like the first time, something about his sensuality is unfamiliar to me. I am trying with every fiber of my being not to allude to the fact that at any given moment I could burst into uncontrollable fits of laughter, movement, even tears. But my body cannot take the pressure and my face begins to spasm. My cheeks start twitching like they're late for their next fix. And there he is, the Chocolate Stallion staring at me... waiting... longing. I can see the curiosity brimming in his eyes as he tells me not to be nervous. Today that is so much easier said than done. I'm trapped in prison of my own thoughts, literally paralyzed by my fear. So I say the first thing that pops into my head, "I thought of you the other day, while I played with myself". Though this is the honest truth WHY WHY WHY did I feel the need to share? That's my problem, I talk too damn much. Especially when I'm nervous. And then the unexpected happens.... He says "Show Me."

So I do it. I take a deep breath, inhale my insecurities, fears and inhibitions and let go, for lack of a better term I Exhale. I close my eyes and convince myself for a moment that he makes me feel safe enough to release my inner freak. I pretend my hands are his... and began to caress my inner sanctum. I imagine him watching in awe as I perform one of my favorite taboos. Tracing my lips and exploring my caverns. My juices begin to flow. Now he can't resist. His curiosity has gotten the best of him. He wants to KNOW me... in the biblical sense! His fingers follow mine, using me as a tour guide in these uncharted waters. He’s searching for my hidden treasure. Waiting for me to let a sound escape that lets him know he's on the right track. He's relentless, offering me the sweet punishment of his fingers. Then he says something that sets MY drive into over drive... "Come for me Baby" the shudders begin. The BASS in is voice beckons to something deep inside of me. And I want to grant his wish. "Tell me again", I beg. Before he can repeat Baby... I give him my all. My back begins to arch, my toes are curling and I'm tearing at the sheets for dear life. I begin to come and to my surprise... it won't stop and neither does he. My body is convulsing in pleasure... uncontrollably I might add. Every time I open my eyes I can see him watching it’s like he's studying my behavior and my body. And just as I begin to catch my breath he grabs my torso and pulls my sweetness to his mouth. All I can see is the top of his Chocolate Bald head; I wrap my hands around the back of his neck and invite him to indulge his self in my just desserts! The waves begin again. This time starting at the tip of my toes, growing stronger as they make their way to the heat of my loins where they will demand release! I try to fight it down, but my will is no match for the will of this Orgasm growing inside of me. The BASS demands again "Come for me Baby" and I am much obliged to do as he asks. "Don't hold back" he dictates. And I don't. I show him the prize he has won. My eyes tell him, there's more where that came from. In my head I'm repeating "You can have WHATEVER you like." My body forgoes all thought and wants to show its appreciation. I whisper "I'm not nervous anymore."  I undress him, throw him down on my bed and take his manhood into my mouth. Today he will experience True Appreciation.

What the Hell Happened to the Romance? Distress Call from Girl 8 (1/26/11)

"I wanna Fuck the shit out of you", "I'm gon beat it up", "I'll tare that Pussy up"! I'm sorry but when did these become the universal statements for Good Sex? No part of that even sounds attractive... it sounds painful! Isn't sex supposed to be mutually gratifying? Why the hell would I want you to beat , tare, or fuck the shit out of me? Has four play completely fallen off the radar? And don't give me that "oral sex" bullshit! Men have FOREVER perverted oral sex. Some how society has made it so a Woman who performs fellatio on a Man is degrading herself; and a Man who performs Cunningulus on a Woman ... isnt really a Man at all! Something that was intended to be sensual intimate pleasurable experience between two people, has turned into a game of numbers for immature boys and wishful thinking for some Women. We live in the era of RIGHT NOW!  Our need to have everything move so fast has transcended into the bedroom. Seems like its all about the act itself... wham bam thank you ma'am!
Good Sex is like a good 5 Course Meal. There are layers and stages. Its like we've decided we "don't have time" for the whole meal... just give us the Entrée. What happened to Flirting? Good ol' fashioned... I think you're cute smiling, teasing, flirting? These days if you show interest in someone you're labeled "thirsty". Do people still even make "Slow Jams" playlist? Ladies do you remember when you knew your Man was coming over... making that "love making" playlist. Choosing all the songs to set the mood? Remember when Real Men made them too? When's the last time you even heard somebody use the term "make love" or "love making"? Remember Anticipation? You know that time between the time you meet someone.... decide that you like them... DATE them... and eventually become intimate. The time you spend imagining them in their most open state. Appreciating and standing in awe and splendor! Its like we are in such a hurry, that we won't even wait for Someone we REALLY like. We won't wait for the person that gives you butterflies when you see them. We settle for pleasant to the eyes and you don't get on my nerves that much!
When's the last time you had someone in your life that you couldn't wait to see or hear from? Somebody that makes you smile when you think of them? Somebody that you ENJOY spending time with? Why do we deny ourselves so many simple pleasures in life? Woman was given to Man as his "help mate" NOT Burden! We're supposed to help get eachother through the trials of this life!
We have the ability to provide the HIGHEST pleasure to one another using ONLY ourselves. Lips, Tongue, Finger Tips! Stimulate the body and stimulate the mind. Provide excape from the outside world. Give each other what we all need ... RELEASE!
I for one... believe that Sex should be an event... not just an act. Let's swing an episode... have a session. Its a shame when a Blunt lasts longer than Sex!
Lets take a Hot bath together. Bathe eachother by candlelight. I want a man who wants to lick Chocolate Syrup off my body. I'll massage you from head to toe. Trace eachothers bodies with our finger tips. Find our erogonous zones. Make love to the Rythm of an old Jodeci track. What happened to words like... slow, passionately, long, deep? Let's see if we really can make love all night! I see that I'm turning you on... and it turns me on... that I turn you on. I want THAT life. ENJOY me, lose yourself in me for a while.  The ultimate lover is the one who gets their high from seeing their partner pleasured!
Lets take a few hours to make the rest of both our weeks THAT much better. Ladies and Gentlemen... we need to come together (literally) :) to bring the Passion back to our bedrooms ... and our lives.

Selfish Desires of Girl 8 (12/19/2010)

So my sister has this friend who has had his lustful little eyes on me since the day we met. He never speaks … but I can feel him undressing with his eyes. I feel his stare heating up my backside, as he travels from the nape of my neck to the small of my back. I feel my body break into icy cold goose bumps, when I know he’s licking his lips thinking of all the places he’d place his them if I would just give him the chance. Our words remain on strike but the tension is there… we can both feel it. And now I’m curious. I wonder what actions lay behind that desire I can see in his eyes. What would it be like to let go, give him control over my body? How many levels of pleasure could he introduce my body to? How selfish of me, not interested in giving anything in return. It’s my turn to take.

Then one day the unthinkable happens. He breaks his vow of silence. He utters the words that will change the course of life… “I want to Fuck *******!” That was the straw that broke the camel’s back. The final crack in the dam before the water broke.  Not only does he voice his sinful desires but he voices them IN FRONT of my sister. She, the invisible deadly border like the land between Mexico and the U.S. : is what stands between what he believes to be HIS dream and his current reality. Silence falls over the room. We are all waiting for her to react. Seconds seem like Hours. And finally she speaks! “That’s up to her.” She says with a devious grin. “Lies Lies Lies” that’s what I want to scream, but I don’t. I take a deep breath and laugh it off; Quickly changing the subject. She says she’s okay with it, but I know she means different. Too late, words can never be unspoken. So now I guess he figures the damage is done, so he might as well see where this thing leads. That’s when the messages begin. Verbal porn that illustrates his true desires. Talk of me riding his face until my juices drip down his chin. Nights filled with long slow fucking and adventurous exhibitions to come.  We play with the idea for Months without any action on either of our parts. As with all fires, the flame between us eventually dies down. Months later he’s over to the house visiting my sister. We all hang out for awhile and everyone behaves themselves. My sister leaves the room and before she can shut the door behind her he explodes with “Oh my God, I wanna do so many nasty things to you!” I’m caught off guard so I just laugh it off. I excuse myself to my own bedroom in an effort to prevent any further trouble. Then the messages come. He wants me to run off with him in the middle of the night for some hot steamy horizontal polka. However, I have other plans. I march directly into my sisters room (she’s now returned) and announce “ I think you should eat me out.” After a few minutes of convincing him that he was in fact NOT BEING PUNKED and my offer was legitimate, I gave him the guidelines. First, we are NOT having sex… he agrees with no problem. Second, I am NOT sucking your dick… he falls to the floor like someone had just stolen his dreams. I tell him I know how selfish this is of me and I will completely understand if he declines. I say, “I will give you 15 min to think about it and I will be back.” 5 Minutes later… I get a message that lets me know his mind his made up. Needless to say… I proceed to the showerJ He knocks on my door and it’s on! I ask if he would like to turn off the lights and his response “Nope, I like to see my food” 

You MUST Partake of the Cream Pie (8/13/2010)

I've come a LONG way in my journey of sexual exploration. I've grown from a shy, uninformed, young girl... to a Woman who is learning exactly what she likes and what shes wants from a partner. I have come to one PARAMOUNT conclusion, You must partake of the cream-pie:)

People say sex is overrated. Well I think those people just don't know what the hell they are doing! Sex between to mutually respecting individuals can be Earth Moving. To be, NOT only SO COMFORTABLE but SO ATTRACTED to another person that you want to explore their body in ways most people never even imagine possible... all in the name of "Pleasure", that's special. If you think I am over exaggerating... I have a sad revelation for you. You have NOT had good sex yet! Once you experience that level of performance, mediocrity is simply UN-acceptable. Speaking of which. Brings me to the point of our little meeting today! A man who does NOT... I repeat, DOES NOT perform Cunnilingus, visit the candy store, migrate down south... PARTAKE OF THE CREAM-PIE is completely UN-ACCEPTABLE! (And yes I believe a Woman should reciprocate.) 

After experiencing the out-of-body experience often referred to as an Orgasm... from the soft flickering tongue of a Strong Man: I REFUSE to go back! Being kissed from the crown of my head to the souls of my feet... and absolutely EVERYWHERE in between... thats BLISS!!!

I got a quickie for you:

I'm hanging out with a few co-workers and friends. We are having a few drinks. One of these co-workers has had his pretty brown eyes on me for a while but I was other-wise spoken for previously, so I was never able to entertain his advances. But oh sweet freedom I am a single woman free to fuck up as she pleases:) 

I have on my favorite YMI Jean Mini-Skirt (by coincidence of course:) and he has been chasing me around the house all night. Its one of those cool humid nights I've become ALL too familiar with living in the South. I've developed a thin cold sweat all over my skin, partially due to the alcohol I must admit. I have that warm fuzzy feeling you get inside after you've had a few shots and that good buzz is starting to settle in. My hands are sweating, the only sign of my anxiousness. He corners me in the bathroom. My back is against the cold wall and I can feel subtle vibrations from the sound system blasting some nonsense on the other side of the wall. He thrust both my arms above my head in one quick motion with his left hand grabs my chin with his right. He begins sucking and nibbling on my bottom lip. He's showing me what I have to look forward to if he chooses to bless my Southern Valley. Decision made. He drops to his knees and reaches both his Eager hands up to my butt grabbing the sides of my thong and pulling it straight to the ground! "Hold your skirt" he Barks. "Yes Daddy" is what I'm thinking. I obey in silent surrender. He lifts my thighs on-top his shoulders and dives into my particularly moist cavern. Taking his time tasting my lips ensuring not to waist one single drip of my goodness. The pre-game show he gave to the lips on my face... bows in reverence to the MVP award winning performance he's giving now. His tongue pretends to be the big man on campus today, which makes me wonder what kind of exercise one does to build tongue muscles.  

I'm starting to get those small lighting bolts in my stomach and I know its coming. Well actually... I am! It starts slow like ripples in the ocean that grow into thunderous waves. He holds on tight. I ride his face like the act itself is going out of style. My toes begin to curl and my thighs start to clench around his cheeks. I try desprataley to clasp my hands around the back of his head in an un-successful attempt to control this long over due orgasm. The sky is bursting open and the rain is falling with fury. My little eager farmer catches every drop. I ....... am....... Breathless!

And needless to say, after experiences like that... why the hell would I settle for mediocre lover again?

Ladies and Gentlemen introducing Girl 8 (8/5/2010)

I'm not really sure what brought on the sudden urge to join the "Rebel Without a Cause"movement... but I'm so glad I did. I remember laying in my bed trying desperately to go to sleep, but it was sooo hot I was becoming delusional. So, I thought... maybe if I let my mind wander it may find its way to sleepy-land. I began to fantasize about the amazing life I was going to without a doubt create for myself.. in the very near future (I must add).  Somehow my mind wandered to sex... as is custom when one is laying alone in bed... in the dark. I started thinking about this beautiful specimen of a man I had recently begun some light conversing with. I began to wonder how he smelled... then how he kissed and before I knew it; I was picturing him naked. I pictured him standing in my room with his entire masculine splendor on display. I thought of his huge arms and beautifully chiseled chest that led on an increasingly narrow path to his... well you know, his manhood. I thought to myself, “I wonder what he’s like in bed?” Are his moves gentle and predictable? No, I don’t think that’s his style. Is he the unpredictable take charge type? Hmmm, I thought… that would be nice. Now, I must interject at this point in the story to offer a bit of background on myself. I am a 24 year old, prude and sexually deprived female. Why am I deprived you ask? I’ve been asking myself the same question, and FINALLY I have an answer… because I am depriving myself. I’ve realized that I am a sexual punk! I am too afraid to give in to my desires, so I punish myself with depravity. But why would I do such a horrid thing to myself? Because society tells me to. Society says that its wrong for a woman to meet a man and want to have sex with him… that makes us… well you know, not very “lady-like”. Society encourages Men to indulge their every sexual whim and Women to just be sexy. So why is it that Women are encouraged to be sexy but not sexual? WHO CARES? I’m over it… I’ve decided to “RELEASE MY INHIBITIONS”!  No longer will I deprive myself of the things I want to do, see or try simply because society says I should. Now don’t get me wrong… I’m not saying I’m going to go rob a bank or start breaking laws simply because I feel like it. I’m referring to a more personal level. And I am definitely not implying that I’m going to go out and sleep with every man I meet either. I’m just going to become a YES Woman… I’m going to start telling myself YES!!!!

This is the story of my journey to “Release my Inhibitions.” This morning I thought to myself, if someone wrote a book about my life… would anyone want to read it? Life is way too beautiful to be boring. I mean seriously… do I want to wake up 40 with all these regrets of things I wish I would have done? The answer is Hell NO! So here I go, follow me on this journey of self discovery, release and creation of a Free Spirit. I promise it will be quite interesting. Please feel free to comment, join me on this journey, and post your own stories/questions. I just ask that your remain open, honest and respectful… and I will do the same! I’m guessing at times this may become a bit erotic or even vulgar depending on my mood, so viewer discretion is advised