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!!!

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!!!