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.”