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!!!

Chapter 2

This is the second piece in my story. Scroll down to locate the first chapter.

Her cell phone screaming in her ear, Brianna looked at the time and wondered who could be calling her so damn early knowing that she “works” late night. Looking at the caller id, she saw the name of her best friend since middle school.

“Brittany, this had better be damn good!” Brianna growled into the phone. “And it better not be about that punk ass Jason, because I’ve been told you to leave his ass”

“Girl, stop complaining and wake yo ass up” Brittany beamed from the other end. “I gotta tell you what happened to me last night”

Seeing that Brittany was in a much more energetic mood than she was, and knowing that when she got like this it usually meant no sleep for Brianna, she pulled herself up from under the covers and braced for the speed-talking she was about to endure. One thing about Brittany was, when she got really excited about something, you would swear she was Spanish. The phrase ‘talking a mile a minute’ had to be coined after someone met her, Brianna thought to herself. But this was her girl, her ace boon since the day Brianna caught Brittany in the bathroom getting jumped by some girls that were in the 8th grade. Brianna and Brittany were both in the 7th grade, but probably could have passed for 5th graders, as small as they were. When Brianna walked into the bathroom, she saw 2 burly 8th graders hurling insults and fists at Brittany, obviously jealous of the beauty that Brittany possessed and tried their best to play God and change the way she look. Without hesitation, Brianna took her lock out of her backpack, balled her hand into a fist so that the loop was around her middle finger, and jumped in swinging at the two girls. Brianna may have been small, but fighting was something she was used to, growing up in the hood she was in and being the smallest of 5 children, all of them boys. So fighting these girls was like a walk in the park for her. After the smoke cleared, Brittany and Brianna were walking out exchanging phone numbers, and the 8th graders were left slumped against the bathroom wall. After that day Brittany became part of the Untouchable Crew, consisting of Brianna and another friend from her hood, Candy.

“You know I work at night right? And you know that I don’t get out of the bed before 2 o’clock, so calling me at 11 is….”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah…you always threatening somebody! You my girl and you not gonna put a hand on me, so save that drama for yo muthafuckin momma” Brittany interrupted.

“Bitch, just go ahead” Brianna replied, laughing inside because she knew it was true. Brittany was the sister she never had, and no one was going to harm her. As for the Jason situation, she offered to pop that nigga, but Brittany swore that she loved him, so Brianna let him live.

“Well, of course, me and Jason got into another argument last night” Brittany started. “Stop huffing over there woman, I don’t need to hear your opinions on Jason right now. So anyways, we had an argument, and I ended up leaving. As I was driving around, I found myself in Tyreke’s neighborhood”

“Found yourself?” Brianna joked.

“Ok, well maybe not found” Brittany laughed. “But I decided that since I was there, I would stop by and at least knock on the door since he had changed his number. Girl, I was so scared because I didn’t know what to expect. Maybe he had a girl in there, or maybe he didn’t want to see me. Just as I was about to turn away, the door opened, and he was looking the same, probably even better! Once inside, we started talking and drinking. It began to get late, and I’m sure he could tell that I didn’t want to go back home, so he invited me to stay. But when it came time to go to sleep, he had the nerve to offer me his bed while he slept on the couch. As horny as I was!! Then to top it off, I think Jason called his phone, but I’m not sure”

“Oh shit! What did Reke say?” Brianna asked.

“I don’t know. I heard him out there raising his voice a little, then he stopped. At first I thought it was a girl, but soon after that, Jason starts blowing my phone up and sending text messages saying I better not be over to that nigga house. Then Tyreke came in the room to get his charger out of the bathroom, and I was thinking to myself that it’s now or never. I already had on nothing but one of his t-shirts because I took a shower over there. I positioned myself so that I was laying on my stomach with the shirt up midway of my ass. As soon as that light came on, I believe he was burning a hole in my ass the way I caught him staring! Let’s just say I had the best fucking time of my life. Pun intended!!! Oh, and after listening to you and your stories and deciding to reenact a piece of it, I have a newfound love for swallowing!”

“You’re such a slut” Brianna joked, happy that her friend was happy. She had actually liked Tyreke, and wanted her friend to be with him. But they had their differences, and she wasn’t about to try to tell Brit how to live her life. She was just there to support her friend through whatever. “But that’s what's up girl. I’m glad somebody got some! Now you got me over here wetter than Hurricane Katrina! I swear, it seems like its been 3 years since I’ve gotten some good…hold up….Huh? It’s under the sink.” Brittany could hear Brianna yell to someone else in the house.

“Hold up, you got somebody over there, and you didn’t tell me?! Yo sneaky ass!” Brittany exclaimed.

“Girl, that’s just Candy. You know that ho don’t like to go home after we leave the club. So she came over here last nite.” Brianna explained.

“You about to get some in a lil bit” Brittany teased, knowing that Candy went both ways and had been trying to get with Brittany and Brianna for years.

“I see you got jokes” Brianna laughed. “Shit, as long as it’s been since I had my pussy ate, I….nah, I changed my mind. I love dick too much, even if them cheap ass niggas don’t tip good at the club. With the way some of them lesbian strippers act at the job, I’ll just keep dealing with these no good niggas. Women are too emotional for me!”

“I feel ya girl. Well let me get ready to go over to Mom’s. I’m supposed to help her clean out the attic today. Damn I wish I hadn’t agreed to this.” Brit pouted.

“So you just call me out of my sleep, tell me about your sexcapades, which got me horny now, and then you gonna get off the phone?! That’s what you get. I hope Momma Pearl have your ass in there all day slaving!” Brianna teased. “But tell her I say hey, and I’ll see her soon.

“Forget you! And I’ll tell her. You know she gonna ask about your stank ass anyway, like you her child or something. Nobody in my family likes you!” Brittany teased her. “Now let me go. Oh, and love you sis!”

“Love you too. Bye, with your crazy ass. And your family don’t like me, they love me” she was saying while Brittany was trying to hang up to prevent Brianna from getting the last word, a little game that they played for the longest.

Laying back down, Brianna wondered what to get into today since she didn’t have to work tonight. Monday’s at the club were usually a dead night, so she always took that day to rest up from the always hectic weekend that went on at Sugar Ray’s Gentlemen’s Club. Retrieving a blunt from the ashtray, she sparked it up and let the kush take her mind to another level. Finally she got up out of the bed and walked to the bathroom.

“Aye girl, you didn’t use all the hot water did you” she yelled through the door to Candy. “I gotta shower too, you know”

She heard Candy mumble something, then heard her respond “you know I didn’t use all the hot water girl. Stop trying to play me.” She opened the door to let some of the steam out as she rinsed the toothpaste out of her mouth.

“You look like you just caught a face load” Brianna joked, laughing at all the toothpaste around Candy’s mouth. “Nope” she continued to laughed, responding to Candy giving her the middle finger as she poured mouthwash into her mouth.

As Brittany walked around gathering her things, Candy was watching her, admiring the curves of her best friend. Damn the things I would do, Candy thought to herself. For years she had tried to get with Brittany and Brianna, but they were unreceptive to her advances, blowing them off as jokes. One time, Candy almost got Brianna to let her lick her pussy, only for Brianna to back out at the last minute, becoming sober for a brief moment after they had downed two bottles of wine one night. Once Brianna removed her shorts and T-shirt and threw them into her hamper, Candy almost swallowed the mouthwash. She spit the it out as Brianna was coming into the bathroom to turn the shower on. After starting the water, Brianna wrapped her hair, still puffing on the blunt. Once she put her shower cap on, she turned her head to Candy, who was inches away from her lips, and blew a cloud of smoke in her face.

“You ho” Candy choked, slapping Brianna on the ass as she was walking away. Upon the slap, Brianna started making her ass clap, a technique that she had learned and perfected after working at Sugar Ray’s. “Keep right on” Candy teased, her pussy starting to moisten at the sight of her best friends caramel complexion ass jiggling to the music that was playing in the background.

“Here, take this” Brianna said, passing the blunt to Candy and blowing another cloud of smoke into her face before jumping into the shower. “Oooh, this feels so damn good right now. I see why your ass was in here for so long,.

“Yeah girl, I needed that shit” Candy said between puffs. “That damn massage setting on your shower head feels like somebody actually touching you”

“Yes girl. It’s already been forever since I’ve felt somebody touching me. And them dirty men at Sugar Ray’s definitely don’t count.” Brianna said. After she washed, she sat there under the water, letting it fall all over her body as she let the massage setting do it’s job. Feeling relaxed, she let her mind wander, closing her eyes and letting the water touch her body. First it caressed her breasts, feeling like soft hands on them, making her nipples stand at attention. It pinched her nipples, causing her to slightly moan. She tried not to be too loud because she didn’t want Candy to hear her. Next the water slid down her body until it got to her clit. She could feel the pulsating water thumping against her, massaging her, hitting the spot that had been yearning for attention but had been deprived for what seemed like ages. Determined to get all of her, she felt the water lifting her leg. She laughed a little to herself knowing that the water couldn’t actually lift her leg, but that it was actually her imagination. Suddenly she was feeling as if she needed the water to go deeper. As she lifted her leg up to let the water touch her in her most intimate spots, she felt it running up and down her pussy. She felt the water go into a circular motion around her clit, and then run back down to the entrance of her pussy. She was so wet now, she wasn’t sure if it was the water or her juices dripping down her legs. Brianna being to squeeze her titties as the water had it’s way with her. Feeling something building up inside her, she held totally still, letting the water take her to the land of Orgasm, a place that she tried to frequent as much as possible. Feeling that this trip was going to be bigger than previous trips, she held on to the wall, bracing for what was to come, literally. As her body begin to shudder, she instinctively reached down and to her surprise, grabbed a head full of hair. She tried to look down, but the water running over her face, mixed with the orgasm cascading out of her body, made it slightly difficult to see. Wiping the water out of her face, her vision cleared, and she noticed Candy down on her knees, licking Brianna as if she her juices was the fountain of youth. Shocked, but unable to move, Brianna kept her hand on Candy’s head, pushing her face deeper into her pussy, trying to get all of the cobwebs out. Once she stopped shaking, Candy stood up, a look of remorse on her face.

“Sorry Brianna, I didn’t mean to. It was just seeing you in here…..” Candy said, before being stopped by Brianna’s finger being placed on Candy’s lips. Suddenly Brianna moved in, placing her full lips on Candy’s as they embraced underneath the water, their tongues mimicking the moves their bodies make on the strip pole at night.

Upon pulling away, Candy had a confused, yet elated look on her face.

“Well, like I tell my friends, if you do for me, best believe I’ll do for you” Brianna told her. “So, I guess it’s time we take this into the bedroom, if you don’t mind me returning the favor.”

“Not at all” Candy quickly replied, walking behind Brianna as she watched her wet ass shake and shine under the light. “Definitely not at all!”…..

Tiffany Eugenio

This is a very talented young lady. This is just one of many songs she has added her own flavor to. If you want to hear more, just click on the video and it will take you to youtube, where you can click on her name and see more videos.. Trust me, you won't be disappointed.

Chapter 1

IF YOU HAVE READ MY PROFILE, THEN YOU KNOW THAT I AM A WRITER OF EROTIC LITERATURE. AND YES, IT DOES GET EXPLICIT! CONTINUE AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!


.....she arrived at the door, the scene all to familiar. Standing out in the rain, she contemplated turning around and leaving, but where would she go? Knocking lightly, she secretly hoped he wasn’t home. Just as she was about to turn away, a voice groggily came from the other side. “Who is it?” . Nervously, she responded, “It’s me, Brittany”. As she heard the locks turning, her heartbeat increased with anxiety. As the door opened, she realized why she couldn’t get enough of this man. Tyreke, her ex-boyfriend of 3 years, stood before her in basketball shorts and a wifebeater, sleep etched all across his face. Even after being awakened out of his sleep, he was still able to send butterflies to her stomach and spasms into her pussy. As he gazed into her eyes, he saw the hurt behind them, wondering why she continued to go through this. But for some reason, he couldn’t turn his back on her.

“Hey Reke. Sorry about waking you up. I can leave if you want me too” she said, knowing that she didn’t really mean it.

“Nah, you good Brit Brit” he said, using his pet name for her that always made her smile. “Besides, where else you gonna go?” he joked, knowing that she always came here because she knew he would comfort her.

Tyreke thought about being back with her, but he wasn’t sure how things would go now. It had been awhile since they were together as a couple. But after all they’ve been through, good and bad, she had a special place in his heart. He knew about the beatings she suffered at the hands of her new lover, Jason. And as much as he wanted to show Jason how it felt to beat somebodys’ ass, he knew that Brittany would just run back to him after Jason made up some sorry ass story about how he wouldn’t hurt her again. So it was pointless for him to get involved directly. The best thing he could do for her was let her know that she had a friend.

“Do you have anything to drink?” she asked, bringing him out of his thoughts.

“Yeah, I got some juice, water, and a half a bottle of Ciroc. What would you like?”

Knowing that he always kept Ciroc on hand because it was still his favorite drink, even after all of these years, she replied, “can I get a double shot of Ciroc please”.

Tyreke looked at her for a brief moment, knowing that Brittany wasn’t a drinker and the powerful liquor would soon have her tipsy. But he fixed her a drink anyways, knowing how the clear liquid can make you feel as if everything is gonna be ok, even if it’s temporary. He then poured himself a double shot, thinking “what the hell. No need to make her drink alone”. As they sipped, they exchanged small talk about what’s been going on with them lately. She was getting back into grad school, something she always wanted to do but had to wait until Jason approved of it because he thought she was going to find someone else at the university. He was a very jealous and possessive guy, and didn’t mind letting her know each time he put his hands on her because of what he ‘thought’ she was doing. Tyreke let her know that he had just got a new job that included a $20,000 pay raise, his own office, and half the responsibilities he endured while working for Microtech Inc. Pouring each another shot, Tyreke toasted to their good fortunes and they finished their drinks.

“Well it’s getting late, and I know you’re prolly tired, so I guess we should call it a nite” Tyreke stated after they had carried on chatting for about another 30 minutes. Leading her to his room, he said “You can take my bed and I’ll sleep on the couch because the guest bedroom’s bed hasn’t been put together yet.”

“Ok” she responded, although he could see a hint of disappointment in her face at the mention of them being in separate rooms. “I don’t bite, you know” she joked, hoping he would pick up on the hint.

“You better not be slobbering all over my pillows either” Tyreke said, knowing where she was trying to take it, but diverting it elsewhere because he knew the alcohol was taking effect on her.

“Whatever Tyreke!” she exclaimed, thinking about wanting to slobber on him. “You know you were the one who always drooled in his sleep! You remember that time you woke up and your face was stuck to the pillow!??”

As they laughed at the flashback, he gently touched her arm as he walked around her. They both felt the surge of hot electricity travelling through their bodies. Quickly Tyreke turned away and gathered his things.

“Well I’ll be right out here if you need me” he said, leaving Brittany standing in his bedroom, her obvious feeling of horniness evident all over her face. And all through her panties. Thinking to herself, she wanted to say “I need you now, no need to leave the room.” But she held back, not wanting to scare away the one true friend she had.

As they both lay in their respective places, Tyreke couldn’t help noticing how aroused Brittany had gotten him. He thought back when they were toegether and she would step out of the shower, her naked body still wet from the water, glistening in the light. Her breasts would sit up so pretty, like caramel grapefruits. She always complained that she thought they should be bigger, but he was very content with the size. Her pretty nipples were so sensitive that, upon each flicker, he swore she was on the verge of an orgasm the way she moaned and squirmed. Her stomach was flat and toned. But what was below her waist is what made him coo like a baby. Her legs were thick, yet firm, leading to a nice large, round, soft backside, thanks to all those years of track. Even to this day, she made sure she hit the gym 3 times a week. They used to lay in the bed all morning on some days, watching tv or talking, while he rubbed her butt. It was soothing for both of them, almost therapeutic.

Brittany was fresh out of the shower. After lotioning her body all over, she put on one of Tyrekes’ white t-shirts. Her nipples became erect as the scent of him was all over her body now. Laying in the bed, she thought about how long it had been since she last felt him. Nine months and 13 days, and counting. That was when Jason had suspected her of cheating after she came in smelling like Issey Miyake Summer, Tyreke’s cologne of choice. Although she tried to lie and say she had ran into an old friend and he gave her a hug, Jason still beat her, fracturing one of her ribs. After that, she decided to stay away from Tyreke for awhile, because for some reason, she was powerless when it came to him. She started thinking about his strong hands rubbing her body, his soft lips as they kissed her tender spots, his muscular physique holding her as they made love. And his dick seemed to fill up every inch of her pussy. He was the biggest she ever had, but yet he knew how to give it to her without causing pain, unlike Jason, who would ram his little dick inside of her and when she cry out in pain, think he was King Ding-A-Ling. The more she thought about Tyreke, the wetter her pussy got. Not having on any panties, she slowly slid one of her hands down to her wet spot, dipping a finger inside of her. As she started to build up a rhythm, slight moans escaped her lips. Now raising the shirt up to her shoulders, she squeezed her breasts with her other hand, imagining it was Tyreke who was pleasuring her.

Out on the couch, Tyreke started to hear some noises floating through the air. At first he thought he was hearing things, but as he listened, he made out the faint noises of a whisper. Thinking it was his neighbors going at it again, he laughed to himself until he remembered that they were out of town for the week. Standing up, he slowly walked to his bedroom door, where on the other side he heard Brittany moaning and whispering his name. As he listened to Brittany fantasizing about him, his dick starting to struggle against the confines of his underwear. Without even thinking, he pulled his dick out, stroking it to the sounds coming from his bedroom. As he stroked, he imagined being inside Brittany. Damn it’s been so long, he thought to himself. At least 9 months. Sure he’s had other lovers. There was Tiffany, who squirted everytime he ate her. Or Lisa, with the head skills that always brought a tear to his eyes. But none could hold a candle to the total ecstasy that Brittany use to bring to him. As he picked up his pace, his cell phone rang on the floor next to the couch. Cursing whoever it was that was calling, he crept back over to the couch and picked it up.

“Hello?”

“Is my girl over there”

“What??”

“Yo nigga, is my girl over there?”

By now, Tyreke made out the husky voice of Jason on the other end. And he couldn’t believe the nigga had the audacity to call his phone. Jason was cool with some street dudes, but none of them were any real thug types, the kind that Tyreke grew up around all his life and got respect from. Tyreke, or Ruthless Reke as the streets called him, was known in the hood for busting heads or guns, whichever one his foe resorted to. But he was also a smart dude who was about making something out of himself, determined to be a role model for his younger brother. He just wouldn’t take no shit from anywhere, instilled in him by his pops, a well-known hustler who died when he was 15. Jason didn’t know this about him, and thought Tyreke was another punk with a good job who got lucky with Brittany.

“Yo nigga, who the fuck is this calling my phone. And if you gotta ask some stupid shit like is your girl over here, then it sounds like she with a bitch ass nigga!” Tyreke was fuming now, but he kept his voice low so as not to make Brit aware of the conversation.

“Yo if my girl over there, tell her she betta have her ass home in 30 minutes. Or else” Jason warned.

“Or else what? You just gonna beat your little dick until she do come home” Tyreke said, while laughing and hanging up the phone. Brittany always felt the need to tell Tyreke about how his sexual prowess was better than the other guys she dealt with, including Jason.

He started pacing the floor a little bit, thinking about smashing Jason’s head in. Brittany, aware of the phone call but not being able to hear anything being said, had stopped her session, wondering who could it be? Was it one of Reke’s girls? Had Jason got his number from the time he went through her phone and decided to call looking for her? After pondering these ideas for a second, she was interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Brittany, you up?

“Yeah, what’s up?” she replied, her pussy jumping up and down like it had been waiting for its master all day. She lowered her shirt back down, it stopping at her thigh.

“I need to get my charger. My phone is about to die”. He was still a little upset about Jason calling him.

“Oh ok. Well come and get it.”

As Tyreke opened the door, he realized just how dark his room can get at night.

“Umm, I need to turn on the light because I can’t see a damn thang. Is that alright with you?”

“It’s your house, silly” she said.

As he turned on the light, he headed to the corner to retrieve his charger. When he turned around to walk out of the room, he couldn’t help but notice that she was laying on her stomach, with the blanket around her knees, and the t-shirt halfway covering her butt. Her pussy was shaved, but not hairless. And it looked like there was hint of fluid resting around the lips. She had her back to him, so he stared a little for a little while.

“I guess you used it up talking to all your little girlfriends” she teased, trying to carry on a conversation with him because she knew her ass was on display by the slight breeze she felt from the fan as it turned its head from side to side. Keeping her back to him, she wanted him to see what she had to offer, hoping he would accept.

“Nah, you know me. I’m not one for talking on the phone like that. And as far as girlfriends, I’m still single as a one dollar bill” Tyreke quipped. He still hadn’t taken his eyes off her butt, the Ciroc whispering in his ear.

She turned around to face him, causing the shirt to come up a little more, exposing 3/4 of her round mound of brown. Noticing that his dick was hard, and on the verge of revealing itself down his boxer briefs’ leg, she giggled and said “well you may not have any, but I know he has to have some” while gesturing with her eyes to his third leg.

So caught up in what she was showing him, he was totally unaware of his erection, or the fact that it was almost out of the bottom of his underwear. Slightly embarrassed, he laughed at her and walked out.

Laying back on the couch, he closed his eyes and started reminiscing on how she used to feel when he was inside her. He swore that she was the perfect fit, taking every inch of his large member. As he laid there, a familiar smell hit his nose. Feminine, exotic, strong yet intoxicating. When he opened his eyes, he noticed Brittany standing right in front of him, naked, with his head only inches away from her love mound.

“What you doing Brittany” he asked, while rising into a sitting position.

“This she said” straddling him as she kissed his lips.

“Hold up, we” he said, as she kissed him midsentence. She kept kissing until she felt him being responsive back, his lips engulfing hers as how much they missed each other was being silently told through their lips. She noticed his hard dick underneath her, her pussy resting on top of it. She stood up, grabbing his hand as she led him to the bedroom. Standing next to the bed, she turned around and kissed him. Standing on her tiptoes to get her 5’4 frame as close to his 6’3 height, she wrapped her arms around him as he lifted her into his arms. He laid her on the bed, still kissing her as she laid back, feeling like a queen. He nibbled her earlobe, inching towards the spot behind her ear that made her weak with desire. As she moaned and panted, he went down to her neck. As if following an imaginary trail, he placed kisses all over her body, going down her sides, her stomach, between her breasts. Tyreke knew that her breasts were standing tall and waiting for attention, but he kissed all around them, driving Brittany insane. Just when he felt she couldn’t take it anymore, he took her nipple into his mouth, causing her to gasp out. He nibbled, flicked his tongue across, and sucked her nipples. Brittany felt like she was in her personal paradise. After getting enough of her soft breasts, Reke started his journy downward. In anticipation of what was to come, Brittany seemed to have broken a dam between her legs the way juices flowed out. Getting to her thighs, he sucked and nibbled. Then he turned her over, kissing the back of her thighs and knees, the latter sending direct signals to her dam to keep the water flowing. Slowly he made his way back up, placing kisses onto her butt. Between his lips and her butt, it was like placing marshmellows onto soft pillows. She wasn’t sure how he did it, but Tyreke knew just what to do to kiss her ass and make her feel good. Sliding his face down, he put his tongue into her wet hole, barely able to breathe with her cheeks covering his nose. Brittany cried out in pleasure, grinding on his face as he tonguefucked her. Throwing it back, she giggled to herself at how Tyreke’s tongue went deeper than Jason’s dick could. She felt him lifting her pelvis in the air, allowing him to get to what he been longing for. As he licked the little love button, she felt a wave of euphoria overcome her body. Something about the way he wrapped his lips around her clit as he flicked his tongue always brought her to a quick orgasm, and today was no exception. Feeling it building up, she cried out his name, letting him know to hold that position for a few more seconds. The steady flicking and sucking made her legs tremble, as she let go of the cream that she had built up inside of her. As she orgasmed, he lapped away at her juices. Finally she started squirming, pleading for him to stop because she couldn’t take it anymore, her clit too sensitive now. He let her up, laughing at the way she was begging. As he wiped his mouth, she wasted no time, whipping out his dick and swallowing it all. Never had she made him feel this good, and he almost choked on his own spit as he suddenly gasped. She was sucking the head, then deepthroating, taking all she could. When it felt like he was at the back of her throat, she arched her neck to allow more in. Tyreke was in another world by now. He could feel her throat muscles massaging his dick. She looked up at him as she took it all, watching him as he closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling. After coating him with her saliva, she began stroking him while sucking, her mouth and hand in a steady rhythm. With it being 3 months since he last dealt with Lisa, he hadn’t had any good head in a while. And never any like this. He could feel his head getting light, his eyes opening and closing real fast. Brittany was secretly thanking her girlfriend for dragging her to that oral sex class. She now knew how to work her mouth, but she just never had anybody to use it on since Jason’s dick didn’t reach pass her teeth. As she sucked and stroked, she could taste his juices, knowing that he was on the verge of coming. Looking up at him as he clenched his teeth, she grabbed his dick with both hands and worked her magic. Upon feeling this, Tyreke knew that the end was near. Whispering her name, he told her that he was coming. Not missing a beat, Brittany continue to stroke and suck, milking every drop out of him. As he spasmed, she continued sucking, making sure he knew just what it was that he was missing. When she felt that he didn’t have any more to offer, she stopped stroking and kissed the swollen head of her personal trophy. She went to the bathroom to brush her teeth, thinking about how she had never swallowed anybody before, but now that she had, she didn’t think she could do it any other way. As she was cutting the bathroom light off and returning to the bedroom, she noticed that Tyreke was laying on his back, his dick straight up in the air. Seeing this, she walked over slowly, not letting him know where she was until she was right beside the bed. Once there, she through her leg over him and slid down onto his monument, sending shivers thorugh each of their body. She started out slow, trying to get her body used to the enormous object inside of her. As she secreted more juices, she started speeding up, until she was like a cowgirl, riding on a rodeo. Tyreke was enjoying this, loving the way she rode him. By now, she was taking all of his dick inside of her, as he squeezed her ass and sucked on her nipples. This combination of squeezing, sucking, and sexing made her feel like she was being pleased from every angle possible. Getting into a groove that allowed for his dick to hit her spot, she picked up her pace, driving herself to an orgasm. As she reached it, he spanked her ass and gave it to her a lil harder. It seemed as if her cummer was broke. She couldn’t stop the feeling from flowing through her body, or the fluid from sliding down her legs. Her eyes watered as she had never experienced something this good before. When her body had stopped trembling from the multiple orgasm that overtook her, he stopped. She opened her eyes, wondering what was wrong. He then leaned up, telling her to lay on her stomach. She obliged, knowing that this was his favorite position, and how deep he would go in her. As she laid down and braced herself, he slid the head in slowly, teasing her. He kept giving her an inch and then taking it out, causing her to try to buck against him to get the whole thing in her. But he held her in place, showing that he was in control of this. When he put the whole dick in her, she moaned from the pleasure/pain. Going in and out, he watched as her ass jiggled against his thrusts and became mesmerized, as he usally did when she was in this position. Sensing that he was in his rhythm, she tightened her muscles around him, making the sensation appeal to both of them. Tyreke then laid directly on top of her, kissing her neck while he stroked her body, with her throwing it back to him, telling him to take it all, without using any words. As he wrapped his arms around her body, his hands holding on to her breasts, he couldn’t imagine being in a better place. He couldn’t imagine being with a better person. At that moment, he knew that he would get her out of Jason’s grip and back with him. As he came to this conclusion, his body started tingling. She felt his dick stiffen more, letting her know he was close. Her body was sending signals of its own, building up it’s own ammo to be released. They both began to whisper each others’ name, grinding on each other as if they were racing to see who would come first. Suddenly the feeling hit both of them.

“Come with me Tyreke. Please baby, come with me”

“Oh Brittany, here it is”. Tyreke released his load, feeling as if he had been saving that for years. Brittany felt his hot sperm filling her up inside, and matched it with the release of her own supply. Their bodies continued to jerk for a few minutes, each making sure that the other one was finished. Kissing the back of her neck, he picked Brittany up and carried her to the shower, preparing for the next round….

Old School, New School

I seen this video, and it had me dying laughing!! I don't think OJ Da Juiceman can even rap as good as the dude pretending to be him, and that's sad!! But the Waka Flocka part had to be the funniest!! Kind of sad that music isn't the same as it was when I was growing up. I understand that change is inevitable, and hip-hop is an ever-changing machine. But still, I can reminisce on the good ol' days, back when you used to ask "Can It Be All So Simple"... WU-TANG!!!

Food, Friends, Fun...you had to be there!

My extended family came to visit this weekend, and we had fun times. Jokes, laughter, Nintendo Wii, and of course, the GRILL!! lol..man, them pork chops smothered in my that special bbq sauce was on point! Good lucking Cuz'o! Anybody that know me knows that I love good food. And having it with good people is always a bonus!! Loving and living life to the fullest.

Late Night Rant

3:11 in the a.m., and I'm sitting in my room trying to do anything but go to bed. It's times like this that I wish I had that significant other. Well let me clarify, because that feeling isn't just reserved for times like this. But in this particular instance, I really wish she was with me. I'm not rushing anything though. When it's meant to happen, then it will. Just means that I have to continue to work on me so that when she does come along, I'm not distracted by anything. However, that doesn't mean I can't fantasize about her in the meantime. Lol. Oh well, I think I will put on some music and lay it down. Until the next time folks. Be easy.

In Love or In Lust?

I was having a discussion the other day about being “in love”. As we talked, a lot of questions were being asked, such as do people get “in love” confused with being “in lust”? Is being “in love” a permanent mindset, or is it temporary moments of elation brought on by your significant other? The most important one, however, is probably the most unanswered one: how do you know when you are in love?

Now before I really begin, let me put out a disclaimer. These words are simply my thoughts. They’re not etched in stone anywhere. They’re not written as any type of man-law. Just how I view some things in life. Not particularly my life, but life as I see it around me, whether it’s mines, friends, or just common observation. They are also just opinions from me and others.

Let’s start with how do you know when you are in love. You can kind of pinpoint liking someone, or maybe even loving someone. But who knows when you cross that threshold into being in love with someone? I was once asked how did I know I was in love. I responded that you just know, which is the typical answer you give when you don’t actually know! Lol..but truthfully, I think, first of all, being in love isn’t a longterm feeling. Meaning, you just not always in love with someone 24/7. Not saying you fall out of love. But there are those moments of pure bliss, and then there are those times when he/she has gotten on your nerves to the point that you can’t be around them. Now this person that you was so madly “in love” with 3 days ago is the spawn of Satan in your eyes. I refuse to believe that you can be in love & hate someone all at the same time. I think being in love is measured by the moments of elation that you experience at that time. And sometimes those moments tend to last longer than others. And sometimes some people tend to experience them far longer than others around you, which is why they can’t understand when you tell them you are in love. As far as how do you know if/when you are/have been in love, it’s different for each person. Some people say being in love is when you don’t wanna go on without that person, because you can’t. Or, to take parts of a quote from ‘Barbershop’, “you hafta be ready to put the smackdown on God if He disrespected your woman/man”. Now I think that’s when love turns people crazy, and you might need to leave that person alone if they think about slapping God, but you get my point! Being ready to go to any extreme to ensure that person’s happiness. They are you everything. But in all honesty, I don’t know how you are supposed to know.

With me, I think there are 3 stages: “like”, “love”, and then “in love”. To like someone simply means to be attracted to them. I think this applies to a lot of people that we either have an attraction for, but just haven’t acted on it. Or it could be for people that genuinely make us happy to be around them, but we don’t necessarily want to be with them in a serious situation. Everybody has somebody(s) that they like. It’s the most common affection of these 3. I think a strong like is the same thing as love. It’s just like saying I’m 5’12, as opposed to 6 feet tall. I think the most recurring misconception of love is people think it’s the same as being “in love”. Love is defined as “ to have a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person”. It’s also described as “to have a STRONG LIKING for”. I think some people are afraid to admit love because it makes them seem “vulnerable”. What they fail to realize is that if you care for someone strongly, chances are you have love for them. And if you have love for someone, what makes it not loving them?? It’s just a different wording. Being in love is the ultimate. Thas when, during those moments, you are ready to die for that person. Ready to give them the world. Being is love can be argued as the same as having a strong love for someone. However, I think someone can really love someone, but for whatever reason, they are not in love with that person. They care deeply for them. When you are in love with someone, they can propose to you and you won’t hesitate to say yes.

The line between love/lust is just as thin as the one between love/hate. Some people are quick to say “no it’s not lust, it’s love”. But if their mate was to get overweight, or not look as good as when they first met, they not feeling them the same anymore. Love conquers all, so if it’s love then regardless of what they look like on the outside, they didn’t change on the inside. And if they did, that just means as they got bigger, so did the things you liked about them inside. Lol. Lust is intense sexual desire, which is a BIG distraction in a relationship. A lot of people end up staying with someone who doesn’t respect them, doesn’t love them, beats them, doesn’t compliment or complement them, because of lust, which they confuse themselves to believe is love. Ask yourself this: if your partner could no longer perform sexually, could you continue to maintain what y’all had, or would you feel the need to leave/creep?? That’s how you can distinguish lust and love.

Well I was just sitting at work passing time and decided to blog about something, and since this was something recently discussed, I started with this. Feel free to comment as an adult. And if there’s something you don’t agree with, then remember it’s my opinion. Plain and simple.