Men Lie, Women Lie, Numbers Lie??

     This is a topic that I seen on twitter, and while I was in the shower I gave it more thought(for some reason, in the shower or on the highway is where I do some of my best thinking). The topic at hand is, do numbers(sexual partners) really matter. This may be a little sensitive to some, but we're going in anyway. No pun intended.

     Do you want to know how many people your mate has slept with? Me personally, I don't think I would ever ask that question. Maybe it's because that was then, and this is now. Maybe it's because I don't want to know. Some of the responses I have seen were "Yeah. You don't buy a car without knowing how many miles it has", or a decent one was "yeah because you want to know what kind of decision-making they do". Then of course there were the "no because the past is the past". Those seem to ring common for people full of optimism. So again I ask, do you want to know?

     It's funny how men and women generally respond to this question. If a woman asks a man how many females he has slept with, the guy will more than likely use the "past is the past" statement. The question will get sidestepped because men don't feel the need to express what he has done before you. He may feel that she can't handle the truth, or worse, will throw it back in his face during argument time. (Ex. "It's 2:00am. Where you been. Probably out there adding another name to your list since you never seemed to learn to keep it in your pants!). So to avoid the drama, a man will try to take your eyes off the past and focus them on the future. If a man asks a woman how many guys she has slept with, the outcome could be a little different. She may use the "past is the past" line. But the common "myth" is that she will give you a number. What number it is, who knows! She may give you the number of boyfriends she has had, the number of lovers that she actually enjoyed, or she may give what she consider a reasonable number to past inspection. Lol. Seriously though, she may even just be honest. But the thing is, she will give a number. Why? Because she knows how soft man is. Oh sure they are the toughest thing around on the outside, but on the inside lies one of the most fragile things known to mankind: an ego. He wants to feel that he got a good one. Doesn't matter what she does for him now. Man just don't want to be that guy walking around with a woman that the whole city knows as promiscuous. His ego can't handle it because he focuses too much on his image. And woman, being the caterer that she tends to be for her man, strokes his ego. She knows that a little lie here could lead to a lifetime of happiness. And because of how some men would react, can you blame her?

     Sex is everywhere. Your radio, your movies or videos, internet. It's even used to describe things. How many times have you heard of an object being called sexy? Or heard the terms shoe-gasm or ear-gasm? Seems like nowadays everything reverts back to sex. Obtaining sexual partners is probably easier now then ever before. With that being said, the average number of partners is probably higher now than 10, 20 years ago. For men AND women. I say that because a lot of men are still going by the double standard rule. I don't agree with it, but I know how men think. In their mind, women are wired differently then men. Women are "supposed" to care more while men possess the animalistic instincts of the wild, so therefore women aren't "supposed" to have as many partners as men. While some may feel that's the case, women are just as equal as man in society, so a "hoe" refers to both genders. And men, please remember that this is not a badge of honor.

    Numbers don't tell a whole story. Comedian Lil Duval said it best: "the biggest hoes are the ones looking for love". What this means is a person who's looking for love meets someone, takes a liking to them, and then do what they think they need to do in order to keep/make that person happy. Then 3 months later after it doesn't work out, they are back out there looking for love again, in all the wrong places. This practice may increase numbers dramatically, but it doesn't define the person. They would be the same person if they fell in love after the 2nd try. Their only flaw is wanting love but going about it the wrong way. Another scenario with numbers is, say for example a woman had 10 partners and another had 5. The one with 10 was looking for love but constantly ending up with the wrong type of guys, whereas the one with 5 was rotating her guys in and out, some at the same time(threesomes, 4somes, etc). Would you look at the numbers, or the actions? 

     At the end of the day, numbers are numbers. Don't judge someone because the number they have isn't the number you think they should have. Because if you believe in God, whether your number is 1 or 100 and they aren't your spouse, you are equally wrong. So stop dwelling on the past. If you are with someone you are accepting them for who they are, flaws and all.

Music is...

I don't know about you, but when I hear this I just mellow out. No words needed, just melodies emanating from the trumpet, engulfing you into a warm embrace. Exquisite sounds, like caviar for my ears. This brings me to a tranquil state...puts me at peace. Music is my drug, my lover, my rest haven. It takes me up to the highest of highs, down to the lowest of lows. It sympathizes with me, having experienced any problem that I have. Then in a split second, it energizes me. It takes me to a party, dancing with me as if it had long legs, a soft backside, and the gracefulness of a ballerina. I am in love with music, and I know music loves me back. And not just any love. It loves me unconditionally. The slightest touch from me, and music is instantly turned on, ready to take me for a ride. Ready to erase the worries of that day. Music is my wife, my mistress and my babymama. Music is my filet mignon, my Louis XIII. Music is my loud, purple haze and kush all in one. Music is my Maybach, my G5, my yacht and my Ducati. Music is my therapist, my wingman, my Ambien. Music isn't quite my savior because I have one of those, but music is my heart.

Trust Issues

What's going on folks. I stepped away for awhile, but I'm back like Diddy's rap career(I think it's okay for him to stop now. Diddy, we begging you!). But you know what it is. After discussions among friends, I blog about it. So without further ado, let's get started on the subject at hand: trust.

Trust is a big word. Not literally, of course. It has several definitions, as it could be used as a noun or a verb. But the main definition that I prefer is "firm reliance on the integrity, ability, etc., of a person or thing". Now that is deep. Whether you trust someone to hit the game-winning shot, or trust them with your heart, you totally believe in whatever they say or do. If you have been at practice and seen your teammate hit a shot from a particular spot on the basketball court and he's never missed, when it comes to gametime and he's called upon to make that shot to win the game, you will be confident that the ball is going in the basket. There's no way they can miss after being so perfect in practice. So how does one apply that same trust into their relationship? For starters, it has to be applied from the beginning. Then it has to be maintained, because having to regain trust is a hard task, IF you are given that privilege. Even if that is the case, it's harder to achieve that same level of trust as before. Suppose that same teammate is called upon to hit the big shot, but you have never seen him make it before. This time, he misses it. Do you think the coach will call upon him to take the shot next time? Probably not. But at the end of the day, sure a person can do the right thing, be honest with their words, but trust in relationships isn't necessarily a tangible thing. For example, you can't take trust to the gym, watch it work out, then make a decision on how strong yours is. This is something that you just have to take a chance on, unfortunately. To have trust in a relationship means to have total faith in a person's words and actions, and it won't happen overnight.

"Confident Expectation" is another definition of trust. It is very similar to the first definition. How many times did we see Michael Jordan take the last shot of the game to win it for his team? And when he pulled up, you could see the expectation on his teammates' faces. They knew they were going to win. But he didn't make all of them. Yet each time the team was in that situation, everybody knew who was getting the ball. But Jordan had to earn that trust from his team. Being put into that situation, being the one that is believed in requires proven results. Can, without a shadow of a doubt, say that you can trust ur mates' decision-making and not second guess it? And vice versa? Oh it's easy to trust with the small decisions. But what about when he's going to a party and you heard that the girl all his boys nicknamed Jawbone was going to be there? Or what about when her and her homegirl who's a little wild go to see their favorite singer and they got invited to chill backstage. Do you have confidence in what is expected of him/her? This should be the easiest if you know your mate. But it should also be easy period because there is no cause for stressing yourself over something that you ultimately don't have any control over. A person will do what they want to if it's something they really desire, but a trustworthy person will make sure it lines up with the expectations of their relationship.

Another thing about trust is you have to distinguish your mate from everyone else. If they were the same as others, I don't think you would be with them. So just because a person says or does something that you've seen in someone who's lost your trust doesn't mean you should throw them in that category as well. Prime example: I've heard women say that some of the biggest lies men tell when it comes to their cell phone is "my phone died", "I didn't get a text from you" or "I was sleep". The reason SOME guys tell these lies is because these things actually happen, and they need a lie so they grab on to something that is honest yet simple because their mind need to be able to stick to their lie instead of making & keeping up a story. Like I always say, the fakers are messing it up for the real guys out here bc the fakers see what real guys are doing and try to recycle it to other women. This produces the "heard it all before syndrome" which could lead to a person missing out on something good. With that being said, don't look at WHAT is coming out of their mouth and automatically assume it's a lie. You need to look at WHO is speaking, and that should determine if what is being said is a lie. If you trust someone, you won't put them in the group with everyone else. If you feel that you don't know a person well enough to know if they are speaking the truth, then sometimes you just have to go out on a limb. Unless it's something blatantly foolish, believe them. Trust has to be built. It's like a sandcastle. It stays intact until something comes to knock it down.

Okay, it's late now. I need to go to bed. But the moral of the story is stop being paranoid and give people a chance. A person can't earn trust if they have to break through a brickwall just to show that they are trustworthy. On the flip side, don't be a dummy out here in these streets letting people use you because you THINK you have confident expectations of them when they don't even have any of themselves. Be smart. Well folks, I'm out. Love love and hate hate.

Realest Thing I Ever Wrote

This is a piece I wrote a few years back. I actually like it, considering that I'm not too fond of my previous writings.

Trying to live perfect in an imperfect world
Braving the elements, still feeling helpless
Don't want to be selfish, but right now it's all about me
My joy, my pain, my lost, my gain
Climbing mountains, only to reach deserts
My soul is parched, thirsty for knowledge
Hungry for growth, full of depression
Trying to learn the lesson, but to no avail
They told me I couldn't cry because I'm a man
Didn't quite understand, so I told them it was my allergies
They handed me a tissue, said my forehead was sweating
In actuality, my brain was crying from all the pain
I tattooed hands on my back, wasn't feeling wings
Not trying to fly away, just want help holding the world on my shoulders
Getting older, and with "mo' age comes mo' problems"
I know they say with "mo' money", but ask yourself, is Bill Gates feeling like me right now
Young, black, and gifted? More like young, black, and targeted
Trying to get lifted, but keep falling
Trying to walk the path, but keep stumbling
Damn this world is heavy.

Friends

I think I have some of the most amazing friends ever. I try to help out as much as I can, but when it's my time to receive such friendship, I don't expect it from people. I just know how the world is. And although I have people that I really consider friends, it's based off of their words moreso than their actions, or what they can do for me. I never look at friends and measure our friendship off of the last deed that they did for me. That's not what a real friend does, but when a friend puts forth the effort to do something physically, then I praise them even more because to me, that's not what being a friend is really about. As a friend, I think you are supposed to give advice, let them know if there is something they should be doing that can improve their life. But when a friend does a physical deed without even being asked, then I think you really have someone who is selfless. I love all of the people that I consider a friend. Whether you are new or old to my friendslist, I really appreciate you from the bottom of my heart. And more importantly, I love you.

Duo365Photography Photoshoot

Ok, so I finally got in front of the camera this past weekend. Well, in front of a real camera. And it was a rated G shoot. Guess I should clarify that! Haha (just serious!). But my cousin and his soon-to-be wife are looking to get into photography, and asked me to take some photos for them. So I reluctantly agreed, but I am thankful for them! I like two sets of them, but the last set didn't come out as I wanted it to. Not because of them. They did an amazing job. But I'm in the "grungy" stage of growing my hair out and it really showed in the pics! Nonetheless, I decided to add a few here for people to see. Enjoy.

A Change Is Gonna Come

It's kinda hard to write this. On September 29th, 2011 I lost my job. It wasn't just any job. It was the first time I had a job that I could actually call a career. The reason for losing it is irrelevant, but it wasn't anything major. The company I worked for was a stickler for the wrong thing, but that's neither here nor there now. I just moved into a new place, no longer having a roommate. And I picked up a car payment 4 months ago. I started to reminisce on the last time that I was unemployed and how that felt. And back then, I didn't have nearly the amount of bills I have now. It's very easy to let the stress get you down when you are in predicaments like this. The good thing is I was raised by a praying family, so with that being said I got faith that things will change around soon. I just felt like getting this off of my chest. I'ma let Sam complete the blog for me.

Marriage

It's been a minute since I came up here and blogged about this crazy world we live in. But I decided to speak on a topic real briefly. I wasn't really in a writing mood, but I managed to jot a few things down. So either enjoy it or not. You already know how I feel about that! Lol.

So I was talking to a friend about relationships and the issue of people changing after they get into a marriage came up. This is something that I don't understand, or think I ever will. Why would a person go through everything that comes along with a relationship, vow to stay with someone forever, and then change? This doesn't make a lot of sense to me. I've heard people say that it's because once you have somebody, you don't have to work as hard anymore. So my question to that is, a person would rather live miserably for the rest of their life just because they have a spouse now? And you will be living miserably because if you changed, then your spouse is not happy which SHOULD make you unhappy since y'all are one now.

This isn't the same as a female acting a certain way to get material things from a man, or a male acting a certain way until he "get the drawls" as Tommy from Martin would say. But this is a marriage. You have to deal with that person forever. But then again, a lot of people don't take marriage seriously so I can see why some of these actions take place. Now don't get me wrong, change is inevitable. Some things we can't change. But if you can't show your wife/husband the same affection that you once showed him/her when y'all were dating, then you two shouldn't have gotten together in the first place. This is the one thing that should be constant. It doesn't require you to be "ballin", nor does it require you to go out of your way. And I don't believe that a person suddenly doesn't feel the same about their mate as they did before, which becomes some peoples' lame excuse as to why they changed. That is the same person that you were dating all this time, smiling in their face and loving every minute of being with them. UNLESS you were unhappy in the first place but you put on a show just to get what you wanted(i.e. marriage). If that's the case, you need your a** whooped. Bottom line.

Now I know I'm not married so I don't know what goes on in a marriage, nor do I know what it's like to be around one person all day, every day. But does it take me to be in a marriage to have common sense? I've seen successful marriages so I know that they are possible. I can't see myself NOT wanting to hold my wife every day, NOT complimenting her on her beauty, NOT kissing her as we depart and yearning for when we will be together again. That is supposed to be your best friend. The one who is there for you no matter what, the one bright spot in your life that can illuminate even your darkest days. I feel that a lot of people don't know what they possess, don't realize how lucky they are to find someone that they want to be with forever. That alone should be enough for you to cherish them every day, the fact that somebody in this world decided that you were magnificent enough to make them choose you for a lifetime deal. If anything, now you should be going extra hard in the paint to ensure that y'all will be together forever. But anyways, these are just my opinions, something that crossed my mind while I was at work. Respect it or check it.

The Journey to Ecstasy

I lay you on the bed, preparing my mind for the quest I am about to embark on. It's a task of perseverance and I know that it's not going to be an easy one. But it's a task that I have been training for, waiting for. Taking your clothes off except your heels, I admire the view. I didn't imagine that the terrain would be this beautiful. But knowing I got a mission, I can only savor the moment briefly. I start out with a kiss on your lips, sucking & nibbling on your bottom one, letting the sweetness of it tingle my taste buds. Not wanting to leave your lips, but knowing I have a date with destiny, I slowly make my way to your neck. Like a subdued vampire victim, you offer it to me willingly. My soft lips send sexual sensations across your body, making the sugary walls of your love cavern slowly start to melt. Along my voyage, I take a moment to suckle the mountainous regions of your breasts, as your nipples spar with my tongue, proving to be a formidable opponent. I want to jostle with them more, but by now I know I need to fulfill my destiny, which is to be the best spelunker that you have ever had. Kissing your stomach, tonguing your thighs, I can hear the pool of water swishing around inside, waiting to quench the thirst of the lucky explorer who was fortunate to make it this far. Your panties are soaked and I can damn near taste the sweetness as my mouth is inches away. But instead, I turn you over on your stomach, placing kisses along your backside. From the small of your back to the valleys of your shoulder blades back down to the round mounds of brown that are slightly jiggling before me. The animal instinct in me kicks in & I rip your panties off. Like a lion knowing that his prey is wounded, I go into attack mode, letting my tongue enter deep inside of you. You exhale, you moan, you whisper my name. But I'm so deep in war that I can't pay attention to it. I am battling the evil gatekeeper who doesn't want your fountain of ecstasy to escape, but I know that I need it to survive. My tongue is now my guide, touching every inch of your pussy walls, trying to feel my way along as I go deeper inside of you. Your body is moving in a circular motion, grinding on my guide, encouraging me to keep going further. I spread your legs apart, allowing me to stretch as far as I can, causing me to caress your g-spot. Suddenly I exit, having heard that the evil gatekeeper has a magical button outside of your pussy that, if pushed right, will allow the gate to open. So I flip you over, attacking your clit with a vengeance, letting my tongue wrestle with it, tease it, stroke it, flick it. You have your hands on my head, pushing my face in further, as if aiding me with this fight to release the princess from her captivity. The battle is intense, your nipples standing erect as though they were cheering me on. Just when I think all is lost, the magic button gives way to the relentless of my tongue. The evil gatekeeper is defeated, the princess is released, and the victory chant that I have longed to hear is now escaping your lips: "I'm cumming".

Treat Her Like Heaven

This issue is based on a true story(as if my other blogs weren't! Lol). After being the ear for a close friend, I decided to speak my mind on a few things. So those that have been here before, you already know the routine. For the newcomers, kick off your shoes, relax, and enjoy yourself. As always, in the words of Hov, "what you are about to witness is my thoughts. Just my thoughts, right or wrong. Just how I was feeling at the time".

I decided to name this "Treat Her Like Heaven" because this was the song that started on my playlist, sang by the homie R. Kelly. But mainly because I found it so appropriate for the topic at hand. So I was talking to a good friend recently, and they were speaking on some things that were going on with the "home team". She stated some actions by the "home team" that baffled her as to why these actions existed. Now me being me, I refuse to take sides or bash any gender. And as always, my opinion flows freely. However some times I gotta watch what I say because I don't want to come off as hating. But at the same time, there are some things that I myself don't even understand about the mind set of some guys. If you have somebody in your corner that supports you, loves you, and truly cares for you, why would you NOT do things to make them happy. Especially if they are minor things. And when I say minor, I mean to the extent of cleaning up behind yourself or any friends/family that visits Y'ALL domain. Or even more serious, showing that you care about your significant others' well being while they are out. Or what about their happiness. Is that too much to ask? Or has the phrase "a good man" completely died. Nah it hasn't because I'm still alive and breathing, but this isn't about me.

One thing I have never understood about "us" guys is how we won't make an effort to change. I mean, is it that hard to switch things up a little. If she comes to you and say "babe, I don't like it when you do......", why can't we make a conscious effort to change our ways instead of letting it flow through one ear and out the other. I know sometimes you may think she is nagging, but if you feel your girl is nagging you because she is asking you to be a responsible adult, then you have a lot to learn. At no point should your mate be upset or stressed out over you cleaning up behind your grown ass. In my opinion, there's no legitimate excuse for it.

One thing I hate is a bugaboo. That's a parasite with insecurities. Being insecure towards my woman isn't something I am familiar with, nor is it a characteristic of a strong & confident man. Now on the flip side, not caring about the actions of your mate shows a sign of halfheartedness. Calling them 24/7 isn't the correct way to do things, but not expressing any concern whatsoever into what they have going on makes them think you don't care. Fellas, have you ever had a woman call you every hour on the hour, asking you what you were doing? Not in an accusatory tone, but she just wanted to know what was going on with you? It's not always because she's trying to be your parole officer. It's because she actually cares about you and wants to make sure you know that. But you can't see that because you are feeling as though you have no "you" time. Once she leaves your ass, you are gonna wish you could trade that "you" time in for some "us" time.

As a man, ensuring the happiness of your woman should be a top priority. You shouldn't have to bend over backwards to please her, and if there are some things that you are doing outside of ur comfort zone then they need to be addressed. But something a lotta guys refuse to believe is that showing love, care, and happiness to a woman can be more vaulable than they think. As the song says, treat her live heaven.

Anyways, I've said enuff. This Pinot Grigio has been baring my soul on paper and got me feeling some kind of way. But hey, I don't mind. I just hope my friend finds the happiness she deserves.


Please forgive me if this post doesn't seem as good as any before it. But these are raw feelings right now, mixed with inebriation. Goodnite folks.

This is a photo my cousin took of my shoes as they were laying around. Gotta say, he has a nice eye for art. Look out for him & his wife in the future. The Tag Team Photographers! lol

Here's Another One!

Ok people, here we go again. Another glimpse into my enigmatic mind (lol)! Something that I was thinking about recently comes from an old saying: “if you love something, let it go. If it comes back, it’s yours. If not, then…” I’m sure some of you are familiar with this saying. So if y’all don’t mind, can we be family for a minute? Can I pick your brains for some feedback and opinions? Thanks, I knew I could count on my peoples!! Lol So I think the 2 main questions I have are (1) how do you know when to let it go, and (2) how do you know if it comes back to you, that it’s the right thing for you? Sometimes we hold on to people, thinking that in doing so, we will ensure the security of their love. Even when something inside of us is telling us to leave, we still hold on. We convince ourselves that letting go is not an option. We adopt the motto “fight for what you love”, so we take our jewelry off, put our timbs on, and get into our fighting stance because we are not letting anything or anyone keep us from what is "ours”. And I can understand that, because you don’t want to be the one who “gave up”. But at what point do you throw in the towel? At what point do you retreat to your corner? At what point do you let fate take its course?? See I used to be that guy who would be quick to throw in the towel, thinking that if things were meant to be, then this person would be back in my life. And if they didn’t, then I was making the best decision for both of us, and we were eliminating wasting each other’s time. Sad, yes I know. It was an immature way of thinking, I will admit that. But what would hurt the most was telling this person who you love, that you no longer “want to be with them”. And although that’s not what you are wanting, in their mind, that is exactly what you just told them. It’s hard to let someone go if that person feels that things can be worked out, because to them, you don’t care or don't love them, which we all know is really just something people say to make the other person feel just as hurt as they are. Because if a person really felt that their mate didn’t love/care about them, they wouldn’t be trying to still be in the relationship with that person. But what if you don’t know what else to do to work things out? What if y’all are having these stumbling blocks, but neither one has come up with a solution of how to fix things? What do you do? When do you “let things go”? And when do you continue to fight?? What do you do if the opportunity to get back with someone you were previously in a relationship with presents itself? Do you take it as a “sign”? I think some people try to make certain “signs” fit so they can convince themselves. They try to put a square block into a hole designed for a circle(yall got kids! I’m sure yall watched them trying to make it fit!) For example, a couple splits up and shortly after, the female accepts a job out of state. So she moves, but her family still stays in the town she left from. So she goes back to visit one day, stops in McDonalds to get some food, and sees her ex-lover working in there. Some people might say that’s a sign, because after all of these years, fate brought her back to him. No, her hunger brought her to McDonalds, and he just HAPPENED to be working there. That’s not a sign. I remember watching the autobiography of The Neelys, the black couple from the Food Network who always cook something with bbq sauce. Yeah, I watch the food channel! So what, don’t judge me! Lol..But anyway, they used to be a couple in high school. They split up and went in two different directions in life. They ended up both moving back to their hometown and ran into each other. Soon after, they started dating again and got married. That’s more like fate to me. I recall one time being in a situation years back where, after a year and a half of being apart, a young lady and me got back together. After 2 months, I realized that it wasn’t what I thought it was going to be. But initially, I thought that us getting back together was due to a higher cause. It took that second time around for me to realize that it wasn’t exactly what was destined for me. This is kind of a side note, but it just hit me while I was writing this, and it’s something more personal to me. Let’s say for example, a person got back with a previous lover and things didn’t work out, as I aforementioned. Now let’s say this person felt the same way about another previous lover? What if they thought that this person could be the one for them, but they’re not sure? How do they go about disclosing those feelings? Or better yet, do they pursue those feelings? I know some people will say yes you do, but is this a time where you should “let it go”? Everybody can’t handle being in a relationship with someone they were with previously. Maybe they are an ex for a reason. So do you take on that mentality, or do you fight for it, until it’s 100% for certain that there is no possible hope? Especially if you and that person have each been in a situation like that before separately, and things didn’t work out. Do you take the experience as a lesson, and just move on? I know I may have asked a lot of questions, but I just wanted to get some insight on some things.

The Struggles of an Author

Ok, so my initial thoughts when I started writing my Ero-Lit was to write a full book. At least those were the thoughts given to me by others. But as I started working on a story, I soon realized that 1)my dedication to one story wasn't strong, and 2) it was hard! lol. I would start a story, then start on another story. So I think what I will do is just write short stories, and then put them all in one book together. I just have to find some motivation from somewhere. All of the stories, blogs, and poems that I have right now, I did while working at my last job. That's right, I only wrote when I was at work, and that was to pass the time. It also usually consisted of an energy drink, which got my mind rolling! lol(yeah yeah, I know they are bad for me, but they get my creative juices flowing). Hopefully I can find my mojo again and get back to the one thing I can truly say I enjoy doing.

Dreams Cum True

With the rain pounding against the window, Tiffany tossed and turned in her bed. Alone for another night, she thought to herself. The pulsation of her clit was in sync with the beating of the hard rain, as if it was dancing to the rhythm. And the wetness outside was no comparison to ocean that now drenched her shorts.
“Dammit” she muttered, pulling the pillow from between her legs and tossing it at the window. Hitting her curtains, they fell to the ground. “Grrrrrrr” she uttered. “Nothing is going right tonight”. Turning her back to the window, she faced the other wall only to see the streetlight teaming with the trees to produce shadows in her room. Her imagination getting the best of her, she thought she could make out a sexual orgy. It looked as if people were fucking and sucking, licking and sticking, poking and stroking everywhere. She slowly began to rub her hand across her body, her mind now turning the shadows into people. Sliding her hand between her legs, even she was amazed at the amount of fluid she was releasing. Stroking her clit, she imagined one of the men sliding inside of her, his dick filling every inch of her pussy. As she imagined him stroking faster, she rubbed faster. Finally a stream of cum shot out of her. Her body was trembling, having never experienced anything like that before. The months of having no sex life was evident in her orgasm.
“Wow. Damn. I can’t believe how real that felt” she said out loud, the images on the wall now turning back into shadows of tree limbs bending over in the wind. “I still need to get me some dick soon, although whoever the lucky guy is may need to bring his scuba gear if I’m feeling anything like I was tonight.” Reaching into her nightstand, she retrieved her pack of wet wipes that she kept near for what was becoming her nightly routine of self love. Cleaning herself and replacing the package, she turned over and fell asleep, the orgy now replaying itself in her dreams.
Tiffany was lying on her stomach, unable to get up or turn over. Her arms and legs seemed to be in some type of restraints. Everything was pitch black, but she could hear someone talking a short distance away.
“Excuse me, can you help me” she cried out, unsure of what was going on. Her fears started to rise as she realized that no one heard her. Or if they did, they didn’t pay any attention to her. “Please, someone help me” she repeated, struggling to free herself of her holds. “I said help dammit” she yelled. Everything stopped abruptly. The people stopped talking, and the only sound she could hear was her heart thumping in her chest. Unsure of what was going on, she strained her eyes to try to make out anything or anybody in the darkness. Suddenly lights came on, the brightness temporarily blinding her. As she tried to gain control of her vision, she felt strong hands on her back.
“Help, get off of me” she cried, now wishing that she hadn’t made any commotion a few minutes earlier. Another set of strong hands were holding her legs. The touch from the two pair of hands were sending electric shots through her body. Tiffany was trying to comprehend why she was becoming turned on at this moment. Although her body was becoming a willing slave, she refused to let these feelings show to her attackers. What kind of freak would they think she was if they saw that their victim was actually enjoying what was happening.
“Please, can you let me go? I don’t have any money, and I haven’t seen your faces so theres nothing I can tell” she pleaded. The hands suddenly stopped touching her, and she wondered if they were considering her idea. But as quickly as the hands stopped, they were just as quick with touching her again. This time more forcefully. And for some reason, Tiffany’s mind and her body were not on the same page. She could feel her thong getting drenched from the cum flowing out of her pussy. “If I had gotten some dick before now, I wouldn’t be having this problem” she said to herself, hoping to turn her faucet off before they sensed what her body was doing. As if on cue, the hands by her legs started lifting her skirt up above her ass. Trying to fight him off, she was relieved when she noticed he had stopped. At this moment, Tiffany was thankful for her phat ass and for her hips because they made it hard for her attacker to take off her tight skirt. Suddenly she felt the strong hands grip the skirt and rip it off. She was shocked by the strength he had, to easily rip the fabric like that. Her ass was still jiggling from the manhandling she just experienced. And as if it had a mind of its own, her pussy started releasing more fluids. Now the hands were on her ass. Rubbing, squeezing, caressing, massaging. As the hand reached her thigh, she felt a finger slide along her pussy lips from the other side of the fabric of her panties.
“Damn” she whispered, the word coming out before she could even think about what was going on. “Please don’t do this” Tiffany whimpered, but her voice lost all strength as her hormones took over her body. Just as easy as the skirt was ripped from her, the strong hands ripped the thong as if it was yarn. Then things got still. Somehow her head could only look forward. She could see nothing behind her or to either side.
“Hello” she called out, silently hoping for the hands to return. What happened next put her on the verge of blacking out. The hands on her lower half was replaced by a face, a face planting itself up against her ass. A face with a long, thick tongue coming out of it, parting her pussy lips and exploring her walls. Tiffany grinded back on this face, riding the wave of ecstasy that was bouncing around in her body. The tongue exited her pussy, leaving her yearning for more. Now the tongue was circling her asshole, the nerves around it going haywire. A finger slid inside of her pussy, circling her g-spot the same way the tongue was circling her ass. Now the tongue was running across her asshole, and Tiffany felt a tear fall down her face. This feeling was something that she had never experienced before. None of her lovers had ever made her feel this way. None of her toys could compare. The tongue slid inside her ass, taking this feeling to an even higher level. The tongue in her ass, a finger rubbing her g-spot, and a finger stroking her clit. Tiffany climbed up on her knees, trying to receive everything that was being given to her. She didn’t know what she did to deserve this, but she wasn’t complaining. The simultaneous stimulation temporarily hypnotized her, sending her into a trance until she felt a wave wash over her body. Like a geyser being full of pressure, her pussy shot out so much cum that she was worried about drowning the face. But the tongue and fingers never stopped moving, never fell out of rhythm. No sound escaped Tiffany’s lips as her body came with a vengeance, as if it was mad she made it wait that long for this feeling.
“Oh…..my….god” she managed to finally let out. Small trembles shook her body, like the aftershocks of a big earthquake. The face and the hands suddenly stopped. Not sure what was going on, but anxious to see, she stayed in the same position. What she felt next can only be described as pure bliss. The dick entered her, stretching her, but yet no pain came. Tiffany was sure that this was the biggest dick she ever had, but the only feeling it gave her was strictly pleasure. This has to be the magic stick, she thought to herself. Smiling, she began to throw it back, feeling as if the dick was inside her stomach. She was so engulfed in the face, hands, tongue, and now dick, that she forgot about her second attacker. As if on cue he appeared, standing to the right of her, his dick in his hand. As he stroked himself right beside her head, she felt his hands on her arm, guiding her hand to his dick. How am I supposed to get it when I’m tied up, she was thinking, before realizing that somewhere along the way the restraints had disappeared. No longer bothered with trying to escape, she sat up and took the dick into her hands. Two big dicks at her disposal, Tiffany was ready to show her appreciation. With the dick inside of her stroking her walls, she took the dick in her hands and sucked on the head, the precum tasting like a strawberry milkshake. She laughed to herself at how horny she must be to think that. But as she went deeper, she realized that it really did taste like a milkshake. You would have thought she was SuperHead the way she was going now. And each time she sucked, a drop of milkshake hit her tongue. Now she was anxious to see what his nut would be like. The dick inside of her begin to speed up, the thrusts becoming harder and harder. The dick in her mouth was now fucking her face, going just as fast and hard. But regardless of what they did, she could feel no pain. Everything now was in slow motion. Tiffany felt as if she was floating on a cloud. She could feel the dick in her pussy starting to swell, indicating it was about to release its load. She felt the dick in her mouth swell, and braced herself for what was to come, pun intended. As the dick in her mouth nutted, she drank it up. The milkshake was in full effect and she didn’t want to miss one drop. The dick in her pussy grew some more, causing her pussy to spit out its own dosage of cum just as the dick inside was pushing its cum inside of her. Tiffany’s head was spinning. She now felt drained, and what just happened had her in a daze. The dicks pulled out of her and started to turn around to leave. She tried to call out to them, but no sound escaped her lips. She never got to see their faces, just their muscular backs as they walked away, and the tattoo that one of them had on his back that sad “Live Fast, Die Slow” in cursive letters. Collapsing on the bed, the lights went out, putting her back in darkness.
The next morning Tiffany woke up, still having the dream on her mind. She hopped out of bed happily, feeling as if last night was real.
“At least I got some good dick in my dream” she said to herself. “And that’s better than no dick at all!”
Walking to the bathroom she felt a lil soreness in her pussy and wondered if her self love and her pussy squirting had anything to do with it since that was the first time Tiffany had ever squirted. She would ask her roommate about it later. As she sat on the toilet she felt something sliding out of her. Looking down, she saw a white, milky like substance. Another wet dream she thought to herself. Well at least this one was great. She then got up to wash her face and saw whiteness around her lips.
“Damn I was slobbering again last night. I know I will have to wash my pillows, especially with the amount that is on my face. I probably had my mouth wide open. Glad I didn’t have a man here to see that” she laughed.
Getting herself together and putting on some shorts and tank top she walked out of her room, calling out her roommate’s name, knowing that she would be woke because she worked third shift last night.
“I’m in here Tiff”, her roommate Nikki said.
Walking into the kitchen, Tiffany froze. Staring at her was the back of a well built guy, his shirt was draped across one side of his shoulder onto his back. On the other side was a tattoo that said “Live Fast, Die Slow”. Not sure what to make of this, she tried to remember everything about the dream.
“Tiff, you remember my lil’ brother Jay. And this is his friend Rico. They were supposed to get in town today, but decided to leave early and surprise me. They didn’t know I had to work last night though so I gave them the key to get in. Hope you didn’t mind, and I hope they weren’t in here acting a fool” Nikki was saying.
But Tiffany was still dazed about everything that was going on. Jay turned around and smiled at her, his face just as handsome as Nikki’s was pretty.
“How are you doing Tip. Still looking good, I see” Jay flirted, causing Nikki to give him a playful push. “I told you about trying to get with my friend Jay. She’ll have your ass fiending” Nikki teased him.
“Is that so” Jay said, holding out his hand to shake Tiffany’s. When she accepted it, she got the same feeling she got in her dream from the guy who was behind her.
“Hello” Tiffany managed to say, her voice trembling and her hands shaking. She was gazing at his lips, wondering if they were the source of much of her pleasures last night.
“Heyyy Tip” Rico said from in the living room, where he was enjoying a bowl of cereal and watching SportsCenter. “I hope we didn’t bother you last night when we came in”
The smile that flashed across his boyish face seemed to say more, but she wasn’t sure. He wasn’t as handsome as Rico, but he wasn’t a mudduck either. Could this all have been a dream, or did they really have sex last night. She had only seen Jay a couple of times before now, and never with his shirt off, so how could she guess he had that tattoo. What about the feeling he gave her in the dream and just now? Something was going on, and whatever it was, Tiffany was determined to feel it again.

I Got A Problem....

Ok, I don't tell too many people this, but I have a serious problem. I didn't think it was a big deal actually, but the more I think about it, the more I think something needs to be done about it. My problem is that I'm anti-social. At least that's how I think it's diagnosed. I have no problem texting people, but when it comes to being around people or talking on the phone to people, I can't stand it. I'm not sure what the reason behind it is. It's like I have to be in the mood to talk to people, and that window seems to be very short. I considered talking to a professional about it, but I don't like to talk so it's kind of like a catch-22. As I try to find the root to the problem, I think back to when I was 12 and my brother was sick with cancer. Him and my mom lived in Chapel Hill at the hospital while me and my dad remained in Wilson, which was like an hour and a half away. I think since I was alone alot, it forced me into being a serious loner. I mean, I 'm not sure if that's the answer, or the cause, but that's the only significant thing I can think of that would force me to be that way. I also think it affects all relationships I have with females. I just hope that it doesn't become the reason that I remain single. Anyways, I'm tipsy off of this coconut Ciroc right now, so I guess I'll call it a nite. Until the next time folks. I'ma leave you with a song that I'm really feeling right now.

Thanxgiving

Man, man, man!!! I haven't eaten like this since...prolly last Thanxgiving! lol. Unfortunately, I didn't get to make it to the big Thanxgiving get-together this year. But my mom's cooked a lil something for the family, and best believe I got down! lol...I love being around my family. We can laugh and have fun over the smallest things. It's sad that I don't get to see them that often. But I'm thankful for the time that we do spend.

Relationship Killer

Ok folks, guess who’s bizaack! Lol. My next topic is a very sensitive one, so I will try to tread carefully so as not to offend anyone. This topic is the archenemy of a relationship: CHEATING!! *dun dun dun dun!* But what I want to know is, which would you deem worse: cheating physically, or cheating emotionally?? Now I know some people are going to say “cheating is cheating”, and you’re right. You’re also not the people that I want to talk to right now! (haha). No offense to anyone, like I previously mentioned, but I want some opinions on this particular subject. In general, and this is just my OPINION, I think women more with emotions, and men cheat more with the physical. Now before you go off about how you were done wrong,, let me say that this is what I feel in GENERAL. So I’m saying that’s the case for each man or each woman, just the majority of the population of cheaters.

Cheating emotionally, to me, is when you let someone else inside your heart. You are doing the same thing with the #2 that you are doing with #1. Taking trips, going out on dates, or even just cuddling up to watch a movie could be seen as forms of cheating emotionally. You start to develop genuine feelings, and perhaps love for this person. Now emotionally cheating could lead to a physical thing, but it’s not always a result. Sometimes a person is looking for someone to treat them the way they think their significant other should treat them, so they develop a bond with someone else who gives them that feeling. Now while I can understand the desire to feel wanted and loved, if you have to go out and get it from elsewhere, then you need to be elsewhere. 100%. If the person you are with isn’t doing what you would like for them to, then the first step is communication. Voice how you are feeling. That way, nobody has to become a mind reader. I think the lack of communication is a big factor to someone looking for love elsewhere. Some people, especially guys, won’t pick up on signs that their mate is in need of more. They just tend to think that the person is happy with what they are doing. Now If you are content with getting 60% from one person & 40% from another, then I don’t know what to tell you. If you splitting your 100% between your sig other and multiple people, then you have no time to read this blog. Lol.

We all know what cheating physically is. Everybody has been involved with this somehow, whether on the giving or receiving end, or knowing a friend that’s on one end. Some people will say that physical cheating triumphs over emotional cheating as the worst. You become the scum of the earth if this happens. I have a question though. Which is more valuable, your genatalia or your heart?? Just food for thought. People have different reasons for physcial involvement with someone. With emotional, I think it’s general a lack of one thing that they find in someone else. With physical, I think multiple factors can play a part. The way a person looks is probably one of the main factors. You set your eyes on someone that you are attracted to and then begin a game of flirt. Or someone mind blowing may approach you, and you don’t want to just reject them all the way. So you hold on to them as a friend but your curiosity gets the best of you. Everybody have their own excuses for cheating and they come in all shapes and sizes. Talking about the excuses, people!! Lol. The other factor that I think plays an equal part is lack of satisfaction. Your bedroom adventures are about as exciting as watching paint dry. You consider your mate to be your perfect match, except for when it comes to your sexual encounters. Everybody want that person that will come in and take them to cloud 9. But the truth is, everybody’s not able to do that. Therefore, we go back to that “C” word: communication. To maintain a healthy relationship outside and inside the bedroom, this word should be cemented in your vocabulary. Talking to your partner might not turn them into a sensation, but it can help them make YOU feel sensational. Once both of you get on the same page, the connection will get stronger. Now you not out looking for something better, and they are not out looking for someone not as experienced. Lol.

A common phrase I hear people say is, “cheaters can’t change”. I didn’t know cheating was an incurable disease. I always thought it was a willful mistake that a human makes. Notice I said mistake, because a lot of people will see the error in their judgment. Some before it’s too late, others not so lucky. If a person on drugs can decide to quit, what makes a person think that a cheater isn’t capable of reform. At the same time I’m not saying that you should accept a person’s doggish ways with hopes that they will eventually change. You have to just use good judgment on who you allow into your life, especially on a long-term basis. I hate to see a good person settling for someone and then they end up cheating because they aren’t getting what they desire out of the relationship. Now they are no better than the person they are with. Or they stay with someone that’s cheating, and since they don’t want to look like a fool, they cheat too until their mate “decides to be faithful”. I know it’s cliché, but 2 wrongs don’t make a right. Nor will it make a healthy relationship.

Kids pick up on EVERYthing!! lol. So beware of what you do or say around them. Prime example:

When A Woman Loves...

First of all, this is my all-time favorite artist, period. Second, I love old school R&B. So this record is the business to me! Enjoy, or not. That's on you. But if you love good R&B, you will like this. Gett'em Kellz! lol

Keenan Cahill ft. 50 Cent

This video is funny as hell!!!