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Wide Asleep

From time to time I find myself faced with the challenge of Insomnia. Most of the time it's caused by something that is weighing heavy on my mind or a project or two that I may have been working on. However, tonight things are a bit different. I was not certain why this particular individual had been on my mind for the last few weeks, but now I understand that he is asking for his due diligence for the huge impact he made on my life, which in-turn....led me here! Talking and sharing with you. I have mentioned him in my previous blogs, but now I feel his short ass is at the point of haunting me because I haven't told the full story.

I was 19 years old and landed my first job in the Corporate world. I was a Secretary for 6 OB/GYN physicians. What a wonderful classroom I had before me! I didn't realize it at the time, but all the tools and education that I needed to understand life in general were placed at my fingertips, yet, I was more focused on my upcoming weekend plans instead of listening to some "over the hill" physicians discuss their patients issues. Most of the doctors I worked for back then have crossed over (they dead), but I will never forget the life lessons they attempted to bestow on my then juvenille brain.

His name was William M. Chavis, M.D., Obstetrician/Gynecologist and Director of the Center for Sexual Health. He died of Cancer about 14 years ago and even though I was no longer employed with the place we made our acquaintance, I made certain that I paid my last respects to him. Dr. Chavis was not just one of my bosses....he was my friend and I now realize he was also my mentor. Too young and dumb to realize it at that time. It was Dr. Chavis that forced me to begin my public speaking to medical students, residents (doctors in training) and seasoned physicians. He always claimed he was too busy with patients and couldn't meet the obligation of introducing his guest speakers. I eventually found that story not to be true.

When I am asked the question of how I became involved with my type of business, my answer is generally quite simple...."Sex never has a recession!" Yes, this is true but it's important for me to go into greater detail so this short ass dead man will stop haunting me, which means I can continue with my normal sleep pattern.

I accept all types of people into my life! I have no heaven or hell to place anyone into, therefore I do not judge! It has never mattered to me if you were male, female, undecided, in the closet, under the bed or hanging out the window! I accept all!!! Dr. Chavis had a sex-kit that he used for couples that were having marital problems. I can't say if the act was ever done in his office, I was not allowed to come into counseling sessions. However, I do recall a few angry husbands and wives storming out of his office with doors slamming behind them. In some cases when one portion of the married party suggests counseling into their life, the other party feels as if they are being attacked by their husband/wife as well as the person that is provding counseling for them. I also recall meeting a happily married couple of 33 years. Dr. Chavis prepped me for the introduction prior to our meeting of this wonderful couple. He understood the experience was a new one for me. He did the right thing! Fred and Melissa Pharr......Love is a beautiful thing when the person you are with accepts ALL of you. His name was Fred during the day and she was Melissa during the day. His name became Allison in the evening and she remained Melissa. He was her husband, she was his wife and then they became best girlfriends in the evening helping one another out with make-up and accessories. Fred and Melissa were the happiest couple I had met, even as of today! Acceptance of diversity was my lesson for that day. I eventually had the honor of introducing Fred as the keynote speaker for one of Dr. Chavis' symposiums.

Years later I was showcasing some of my greatest works of art at the ever famous "HairWars" in Detroit and remained in my element of comfort while all the other models and stylist began giggling, laughing and pointing at "their" uncomfortable and unfamiliar surroundings. A stylist from the Ohio had travelled to Michigan to participate in the show and all his models were Drag Queens! The only problem that I had with the Queens was those bitches make-up and hair looked as if they had stepped out of Vogue Magazine and the heffa's knew it.

With life being my classroom and Dr. Chavis serving as my mentor, I realize I am very fortunate to have had the opportunities that are behind me and forthcoming. Please understand...I'm not saying that nothing shocks me, but I am saying...you will never know when I am shocked!

Thank you Dr. Chavis! Please Rest in Peace so that I may Sleep in Peace!!!

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Third Times a Charm!!!

"I do not like long-distance relationships!" It may work for some of you guys but for me it is truly a challenge. Not that I'm driven to the point of infidelity but sometimes I want to hold my man when I feel like it, not when the opportunity presents itself. I gather my feelings come from previous experiences (obviously). The winter months are slowly creeping in and well......I'm trying to figure out which unpacked box is holding my heating blanket hostage. Roger and I are doing well with our reuniting, however, there comes a time to say hello and of course a time to say good-bye. The good-byes are the tough part. We have remained consistent with our communications and poured out our emotions to one another, yet it's impossible to hug your baby over the phone or computer.

"Do you really want to continue this? I've asked myself this question a few times over several months. Here is my answer: I love him and love conquers all!!! It amazes me how passionate one can become when emotions are involved...hence my ying/yang weekend with Roger. I use the term ying/yang because you can not have the good without the bad and vice versa. Before I tell you what happened between us, keep in mind that it takes an awful lot of bullshit to piss me off to the point of screaming, yelling and on a really bad day throwing. It's been a while since I had a temper-tantrum. You usually don't walk away from those with any style or grace.

I was so excited to know that Roger would be coming to town this weekend. The anticipation of his scent excited me. It's not always about sex with us, his natural scent actually brings me comfort (pheromone shit). I made the necessary provisions so that our limited time would not be compromised and was on my way to see my baby......that's when all hell broke loose. Here's my advice....if you're new to an area and not familiar with your surroundings, I beg you to please use either your GPS locator or Google Maps. I beg you....please do not use that "other shit!" That "other shit" caused a big ass fight between Roger and I and boy did it get ugly!!!! We yelled at each other, used horrible levels of profanity and I even called him a few choice words silently and please know he genuinely returned the favor to me as well. The fighting continued for 45 minutes or more, I lost 2 cigarettes in the midst of the bickering...the 1st one I threw out the window (yay me) and the 2nd one ended up on the dashboard, which tells me I more than likely threw it. It's bad when you don't recall how certain things happen. We were both at a level 9 that day (10 being the highest level of anger). Bottom line....I found my baby and when I was close in his embrace, all the yelling, cussing and smoke throwing that we had just experienced...didn't matter!!! I actually learned a lot from that experience.

Lesson:
1. Don't smoke while angry
2. Use GPS or Google Maps
3. Roger still doesn't tolerate too much of my bullshit
4. I won't tolerate much of Roger's bullshit
5. Make-up Sex is still the greatest thing since sliced bread
6. He was worth the 45 minute "lost in translation" drive
7. Love Conquers All even Long-Distance Relationships

So this is my third time around the "long-distance" relationship corner and you know what....Yeahhhhhhh, I want to continue this! He's worth it!!!


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Movie Night for September 30, 2011

Hey, I didn't forget about the movie. I have been ripping and running around this damn town taking care of things. I realize it's late for some and early for others, but where I am right now...it's still Friday!!!


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Where the Hell Am I?

No! I didn't fall off the face of the earth. Yes! I have been very busy, but please know you have been on my mind.

When I started blogging, my objective was to educate with entertainment, that's always a fun way to learn new things! I also made a promise to myself that I would not isolate anyone from having their voice (so to speak) heard. My blog is obviously about sex.....different types and different forms and plenty of it. I received an email from an individual that simply said "What about us?" Good question my friend!!! The email was from a transgender individual. I also made a rule to myself that before I write about anything that I didn't have much information about that I would research the subject so the proper representation would be made but of course, with my own twist. So needless to say....I have been at the library, on the internet, on the phone and in coffee shops gathering as much education as possible. I have learned quite a bit and will continue to research until I am confident with how I place the light on this topic.

In the meantime, tomorrow is Friday, so there will still be "Movie Night". Yes, it will be a movie with transgender's!!! If you decide that this is something that you're not interested in learning about, keep in mind my rules are always the same...Don't Mothafuckin look!!!

If you are a transgender or transexual and would like to have your story told, please send me an email at dallasromandotcom@yahoo.com. Remember, I will always change the names of the individuals I speak with if you so choose.


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Movie Night for September 23, 2011

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Sex Education ****Follow up****

Hi babies, I've been very busy this past week but wanted to let you know that you have not been forgotten. My job was to get information on Tawny Peaks for you, well....without further delay I have the breast size that Tawny was prior to becoming a homemaker and proud mother of three! In the early part of the 2000's, Tawny was wearing a size 69HH!

Movie Night for September 16, 2011

Doing Favors - Sex Movies

Sex Education

I was introduced to the sex industry at a very young age in my life. When I was 8 years old, my older sister snuck into my Uncle Clems bedroom and found his stash of Hustler magazines hidden beneath his bed. I was in disbelief that a person was comfortable showing her nude body parts to the world without any reservation and look comfortable doing it. As the years passed on, so did my education in the sex world. The first X-rated tape that I saw was at the age of 14....late in life for some but too damn early for others. I was visiting with a friend and she wanted to go visit her "love" interest, which we did. Once we arrived at his home, his oldest brother was in the basement watching a tape that consisted of a woman sucking a man's dick....the same man eating the woman's pussy and so on. My friend was comfortable enough to critique and make comments about the movie in the presence of her "love" interest, but me...Ms. Shy and reserve found myself in a rather uncomfortable situation. Twenty minutes later, my friend and her man were in the other room fucking. That also was the first time I heard the sounds of "live" sex.

I had the pleasure of working with some of the greats in the magazine and porn industry. Tawny Peeks (I can't remember her breast size, I will have to get that information to you at a later time.) She was 4ft 8in tall and had the breast the size of watermelons. I remember "Tawny" telling me she couldn't wait for the day that she got out of the industry, her heart was set on having a breast reduction. She is now a size 32A. The last time I saw Tawny, she was on a local news broadcast, explaining how happy she was that she is now out of the industry and proudly carries her breast around, without backpain.

Within the past 2 years, I have been approached by several movie producers to partake in...ummmm....extracurricular activities with the camera and strange men, I kindly declined the offers. There was and is no dollar figure that is great enough to show the entire world all of my intimate body parts. Believe it or not, I am still shy and reserved in some areas of my life.

My major in college was Mass Media Communications, I was always a writer and poet in my early days but there was something about reporting the news to the world that seemed to be the best fit for me. I wanted to be the next Connie Chung but better. I didn't realize how stiff my competition was at that time, but I soon found out as I began to apply for internships. I was fortunate enough to write for a social magazine back in 1989. I had the beauty segment and did my best with giving hair, makeup and clothing tips. I wrote two stories for that paper and then left abruptly when the 60 something year old publisher made an attempt to get me into his back office and perform illicit behaviors with my body. I never went back and unfortunately, my writing skills became dormant for a couple of decades. Don't get me wrong, I still wrote, but it wasn't to the public eye. It mostly consisted of favors for friends that may have had loved onces in jails, hospitals or other far away places. Damn I should have saved some of those works of art. Hallmark didn't have shit on me!!!

I'm more than certain my college professors never expected my writing life to continue in the form that I bring to you as often as I do. I'm sure Professor Higgins would be completely shocked. He once told me "You have passion with your writing!" I just don't think he meant this way! Today, when I present porn videos or nude photos for your viewing, it more than likely affects me differently than it may affect you. For me it's a form of educational analytics. I study them as opposed to watch them from the angel of sexual enticement or pleasures. With that being said....."It's Movie Night!"

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As I come to you this evening, there is no title(yet) for this post. As you know most of the time that I write, it stems from my own personal experiences as well as the experiences of family, friends and associates. The video below has so much meaning to many individuals and if you're familiar with Luther Vandross, then you know that no one can do it like he did. I watched the 10 minute and few seconds video 10 times (no joke). This basically means I was entrapped with headphones on for close to an hour with the same song playing. Yes, I'm a big fan of the artist, yet the meaning of this song hit home for an associate of mine. Therefore, it was extremely important for me to inhale and understand what Mr. Vandross was saying to the world.

When I was 21 years of age, it was a normal activity for me to club hop every Friday, Saturday, Sunday and sometimes Monday nights. I wasn't out looking for a mate, I was simply enjoying the fact that I was legally old enough to drink and didn't have a curfew. I recall dragging myself in to work at the beginning of most weeks, yet, always looked forward to Friday afternoon at 5pm. I couldn't wait to get home to rest up, grab my black catsuit or form fitting dress and hit the town. We traveled all over from the city to the suburbs, flirting, dancing, drinking and having the time of our lives. I have always been an analytical person and made a clear analysis of the older gentlemen that always hung out in he dark corners. They usually sit at the end of th bar and have a good rapport with all the bartenders. You know them! More than likely they are dressed in a suit accompanied with a stylish hat and are usually between the ages of 60 - death. Back in those days, I didn't pay them much attention.....then I had a conversation with one. His name was Jimmie. Our eyes had met at several functions, yet we never spoke. I was at the bar summoning my favorite cocktail and the waitress advised me that Mr. Jimmie has purchased my drink for me. It's odd that I along with everyone else in the place knew his name. I walked over to him and kindly thanked him for his gesture and felt drawn to talk to this man. He wasn't the type that was shaking loose change in his pocket. Those are the older dudes I steered away from, I could spot them a mile away. They usually were at the bars looking for a young tender to clean their homes in lingerie and pounce on their dick whenever it managed to get hard. Jimmie had knowledge and being that my mind was a sponge....I listened....intently.

"Don' get trapped in this club scene too long young lady! You will wake up one day and be like me!" I didn't have to ask him what he meant, the look on my inquistive face asked all the questions that night. Jimmie was like I was when he was 21. He was the party animal dancing the night away...like I was. He had a loyal woman at home waiting for him to arrive with the stinch of liquor on his breath and another woman's perfume on his shirt. He took her for granted and we all know how the rest of this story goes. Eventually, Jimmies woman had her "Nuff" and she left him after 9 years of stability. In the beginning Jimmie told me he thought it was a good thing, says he had a different woman every night at his place, but as time went on, he realized he missed her. By the time he put his ego to the side, his lady had found another man and had been married for 3 years. Jimmie then went on to say that eventually people (some) will get tired of the club scene and settle down with someone they love, but for him, he lost his true love to another man based upon his own selfishness. He soon found himself going home to a dark quiet house. There was no one to welcome him or let alone argue with him. "It's the simple stuff, I miss" he said. His reason for coming into the bar at 60 years of age was just for the noise itself. "You can only talk to yourself for so long before the doctors rule you clinically insane." I smiled at him, grabbed his hand and kissed him on his cheek.

I talk to Jimmie at least once a week to make sure he is still breathing. He has since moved to Florida and has found a new love of golfing, no longer hangs out in the club (he's 80 now) and has made some wonderful friends in his newfound home. The lesson that he taught me that evening has stuck with me throughout my adult years. Here is what I learned: It doesn't matter if you're young, old, male, female or undecided. We all have a need to belong to something, it can be an organization, a school or a person. Which ever way it is done, we all need human interaction and there is nothing like the human interaction that is patiently waiting for your return home but most importantly remember that everything and everyone has an expiration date.

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LUTHER VANDROSS LIVE "A HOUSE IS NOT A HOME"

Did you have a good time tonight? I'm sure you danced the night away, met tons of prospective partners and had a few drinks. Now it's time to go home....alone!!! I will talk about this topic within the next 48 hours. Until then, please enjoy one the greatest artist that ever lived (my opinion) R.I.P Luther!!!

Movie Night

My deepest apologies to all of you. I had intentions on posting this yesterday evening to go along with "Booty Virgin" but I got a bit distracted. Enjoy!


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Forthcoming Part II

Hi babies, I've mentioned some changes will be taking place once the Fall season settles in. Here's a question for you...Are you brave enough to submit your own personal photographs and videos to a private members only website that I control? I already have a few brazen volunteers but I am looking for more to make this is a success. Let me know your thoughts on this (discreetly) by sending an email to: dallasromandotcom@yahoo.com

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Booty Virgin

I remember quite clearly the first time I allowed a "man" to see my panties, then my pussy. I was 17 at the time and passed this gentleman's business on my way to and from school. I knew he wanted to fuck me and he knew I was a virgin. I wasn't the type that was ever affected by peer pressure and this rule applies today. However, there is a part of me that wishes I would have waited until I found matrimonial bliss, but then again, that means I would be the "41 year old virgin." Which also means this blog would not exist.

Akil was gentle with me and he also was the first to put his lips on my pussy. I will admit the entire act itself was not that pleasurable simply because I didn't understand my body and the wonderful things it was capable of doing. Akil was 8 years my senior (25) he was an "older" man to me back in those days and he was sexy! Dark chocolate, bulging muscles and the coolest hairstyle that was out at the time. I of course and still have the "i'm innocent" look. That's how I am able to get away with so much shit. By the end of "that" day as I continued walking home from school, I was no longer a virgin.

So ladies, we first lose our virginity by our pussies, then we overcame the taboo of losing our virginity by our mouths (to those of you that still have issues, call me, let's talk about it!)Your man was so happy and remains happy when you suck his dick. Oh don't forget to lick and suck his balls. He likes that shit too! Now the mothafucka wants to fuck you in the ass?!? Let me say it again but in a different way. Your man wants to put his dick in your ass and apply deep thrusts with the act itself! I presented a poll to everyone that agreed to participate and again, if you want to become a part of this simply send an email to: dallasromandotcom@yahoo.com with the words "I'm interested." The poll that was taken today included both male and females, young and ripened, black, white, and hispanic individuals. Let's see what they had to say regarding "What are your views on Anal Sex?"

Kena: "Awesome", I later asked her why? "Because it feels good, better orgasms". I understand why this was Kena's response simply because when you're fucked in the ass you are so much closer to the G-spot. Ladies, a G-spot orgasm is far better than a clitorical one. I knew Kena would enjoy this question simply because she is the 1st person that I knew that had been fucked in the ass. I do believe she uses butt plugs so it will make the entry the next time a bit easier.

Manuel: "I'm interested in doing that with a sexy lady but not too many women are willing." My advice to Manuel is to change his venues. Go to places you have never gone before, make new friends baby. I'm sure as time progresses you will get a chance to hit that "G" from the back.

LaVerne: "OUCH!...Tried it a couple times but never really got into it." Bottom line for LaVerne, she tried. Kudos to you babygirl! Making attempts to please your man is priceless.

Audrey: "Good for other people not for me. Just feels like I'm taking a crap. Nothing sexy about it. Men want it, women don't wanna give it up." Audrey hit the nail right on the head to a degree. Most men want it and most women don't want to give it up because some of you are afraid and it's the breaking of another virginity which also means, it will hurt. Let's take a look at the definition Wikipedia gives:

"Common misconception describes anal sex as practiced almost exclusively by gay men. This misconception is dispelled by researchers, as not all gay males engage in anal sex, and anal sex is not uncommon among heterosexual relationships.[1][2] Types of anal sex can also be performed as part of lesbian sexual practices."


The topic of anal sex has been buzzing around me for the past few months. My thoughts on anal sex are actually the same as another poller Nettie: "If both parties agree, I say go for it!" Well, actually that's not all she said, but my view is a bit different when it comes to her last sentence. "Me personally...no thanks."

If my man wants to experiment and take me places I have never gone before....Let's go!!!


Thank you Pollers for allowing me into your bedroom...again!

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DJ Assault - Shake It Make That Booty Bounce

My, my, my....Thank you for all the answers to my Poll Question. We will talk about all of your responses later.








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Lyfe Jennings - Must Be Nice

Mr. Jennings understands what "It's" all about. Listen to his message.

Winter Fuckin

She was determined to get him into bed! I'm not certain if the pregnancy was planned, but she had it set in her mind that she would give him some pussy that evening. It was their Prom Night, they were dressed to kill and very much in love. She was a small framed young lady standing at 5ft 4inches and he was 6ft 1inch tall. Unfortunately, he had too much to drink in the parking lot where the Prom took place, but she didn't mind, she had plans. She took the keys from him after the festivities were over and drove to an inexpensive motel in Detroit on E. Grand Blvd. She rented the room and literally carried him up two flights of stairs and satisfied her sexual desires. I'm not certain if he remembered, let alone enjoyed the act itself....I will have to ask Dad about that. Yes folks, I was conceived on my parent's Prom Night. I was told the wonderful story of the beginning of my life at age 12. I always try to imagine my Mom carrying my drunkened father up two flights of stairs on her back but some part of me just says.....STOP! I purchased a kitchen magnet for my Dad a few years back and it reads "I smile because you are my Father and I laugh because it's your fault!" He enjoyed a good laugh when I gave it to him.

I have come to realize there are so many family, friends and associates that were born in the month of September. I have sent many Birthday wishes out into the Universe and it's only the second week. There are four special Virgo's that I hold to my heart dearly and it amazes me how close our bonds have been throughout the years. Here are my four favorites. We will go in order by date (including year) to prevent the ultimate favortism.

Erin (best friend) September 10
Roger (love of my life) September 11
Nadine (Sistafriend and motherfigure) September 12
Ernest (my Poppa) September 12

You're probably thinking.....so what? What does this have to do with talking about sex? Honestly, it has a lot to do with sex!!! This simply means, if your ass was born a Virgo, then your parent's were fucking up a storm in those cold winter months, primarily in December when its too damn cold (depending on where you live) to do anything else except FUCK. There are so many babies born in the month of September. I was forced to conjure up a way to talk about it. I am very open with my parents and we can talk about everyhing....and yes, I mean EVERYTHING. I think it has a lot to do with our minimal age gap. I don't recommend you call your Mom or Dad on the phone and ask either of them when they fucked to bring you into the world. This is something most people don't think about unless they want to have a child born at a specific time of the year. That's called a "planned pregnancy."

No one could have said it better than Trent (see below video) He is not afraid to speak his mind or do what the hell he wants. If you're not familiar with Nine Inch Nails (NIN) then maybe you will appreciate the one liner that grasped my attention the first time I heard the song many years ago:

"I want to fuck you like an animal, I want to feel you from the inside." Take a listen! We all know December is quickly approaching, so for the soon to be parents of Virgo babies...Fuck On!!!!!


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Nine Inch Nails - Closer

AVN 2012

I will be there....Will you?

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Awww Benny! He was my favorite!!!

Ctrl + Alt + Delete

During my days in Corporate America, there was a simple remedy for rectifying computer issues. I continue to use the function when my personal computer system decides to fuck up! CTRL-Alt-Delete was and still is a familiar function to many. It's basically a "start over" process a reboot if you will. I have been analyzing and researching the everyday functions of everyday life and have decided to put a new definition to the action itself.

Let's Start with the CTRL: My definitions are simple....
C = Cheat; Unfaithful, to gain dishonest advantage
T = Thief; One who takes what doesn't belong to them
R = Rat; Mothafucka you can't trust, will turn your ass in
L = Liar; Dishonest person

We all have the choice to associate ourselves with the above type individuals, however, the majority of the time you befriend someone, you're not sure which avenue of the CTRL bag they are coming from. I will admit, in my hayday (21-35) I labled myself as a "C". I never took what didn't belong to me nor did I tell on your ass if you were doing anything wrong and I don't classify myself as the "L" simply because I'm not a good liar, so I adopted the "Ask me and I will tell" philosophy. It always works out better that way. Trust me! When I did make an attempt at dishonesty, I found myself in a fucked up situation simply because I couldn't remember the damn lie I told. That was a hot mess! So, as I was saying....Yes I was a "C", there were opportunities that were offered and if my mate at the time was not living up to my standards, well let's just say there was definitely a "back pocket." Now the thing about my cheating was simple. If and when my man asked me if I was being unfaithful. I told him the truth. Some could handle it and other's could not. I had one guy that I dated briefly hunt down my boyfriend prior to him for clarification on my tactics. He had a difficult time dealing with my honesty. I eventually had to call Redford, Michigan's police department to remove him from my homes premises on stalking charges.

Now that I am ripe (ages 40+) I don't have time for the juggling acts. I'm simple, straightforward, I just want to sit on the front porch with my feet propped up and sip lemonade with my erotic thoughts.

ALT: You have the alternative to make the decision that is best for you and your immediate circle (family and friends). Knowing and doing are two different things. If you know better it doesn't always mean that you will do better. You have to empower yourself and if and when you decide......then go ahead and "Delete" that mothafucka out of your circle. If they bring only unhappiness, pain and drama..let it go. Reboot yourself! There is nothing wrong with a brand new start, there are no age limits for Reboots!

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TLC - Red Light Special (Dirty Version)

Syleena Johnson - Slowly

You will be ready to fuck after you listen to the words of this song!

Forthcoming

Hello Loves! I'm working on several Fall projects that will be a wonderful benefit for you!

There will be contests to win gift baskets, individual toys and even a personalized telephone call from yours truly. I'm very excited about the new events that are taking place and you should be too! If you wish to stand a winning chance in the forthcoming contest, I strongly advise you get caught up on your reading with the blog posts. The majority of the contest questions will be generated from the blogs.

Stay Tuned! I appreciate all of you and don't be shy about our relationship, tell your friends!

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The The - Helpline Operator

Self Check

I consider myself to be extremely fortunate to have the two greatest friends on earth. They understand me, they support me and have no reservations telling me that I need a "self check." Although, we are thousands of miles away from each other, we communicate daily, either early morning or late at night. Not one day goes by without the three of us making certain the other is breathing. I really needed my friends today, I think I needed their unconditional hugs along with the unspoken contented silence. It's sort of hard to do the silence thing on the phone. I'm not perfect, nor do I make any claims to be! I pissed Roger off a tad today, not intentionally, not that I wanted to start anything, but out of my own concerns and defenses. Sometimes we don't know how to say what we really want or need and that can be the door opening for a "Fuck Up!" I first want to share with you what my besties told me. Keep in mind, one is male and the other is female.

"Let that shit go" ~ Eric (that sounds like something a man would say!)

"Friend, I understand your concern but with "love" you take your chances because there are no guarantees. Risks can be good. Is he worth the gamble?" My response was "Yes he is!" SHE continued to say..."Ok breathe, relax and trust your own instinct. Oh and enjoy your man!" ~ Erin

Why do I have concerns and why are my defenses up? Because I am human!!! Has Roger done anything to put reservations in my heart or mind? No. So what's my problem? I got SCARED!!! Why did I become scared? Because I allowed the "what if" forces to invade my existance which in turn trickled down to a not so nice conversation. When I visited Vegas, my intention was to have a nice long talk with Roger in private about what took place in our past so we could move forward. Just when I thought it was the right time to have the discussion, I realized that would be a "bass ackwards" (Thanks X-lady, I love that slogan) thing to do. The past was done and we can't go back there, the only thing that I can honestly focus on is the future and what it will bring. I can't second-guess or ASSume what will be done, I can only aim for the best. My words to him were quite simple later that evening yet carried much weight, I simply said to him "Don't Fuck Up!" he knew I was serious and I knew he was serious when he said "Don't Fuck Up!" I still don't think he understands sometimes. If this was a situation with an everyday average Joe, I know based upon my personal experience there would be no reservations. But......well.....we're in this situation with Roger. You know, the man I would have married in a heartbeat at 21 years old, 28 years old. Anywho, I decided to remove him from one of my major social networking sites. The same one I located him on. Not out of spite but based upon the words Roger said to me 2 months ago, "Facebook is for your buddies, not your Man!" Nor do I want the very thing that brought us back together be the avenue for our downfall.

So in closing, I have done my self-check of the day, week, month, etc. and have accepted the fact that life will continue to move forward and if you continue to harp on your past.....be careful because that's where he or she might leave you....in their past.

I Love you Roger and I apologize!

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Letoya featuring Ludacris - Regret

Lil' Kim (Featuring Sisqo) - How Many Licks? (Video)

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Gwen Stefani - Luxurious ft. Slim Thug

Marking Territory

I can recall hearing stories that my best friend from high school shared with me about her Dad's girlfriend purposely leaving some of her items at his home on several of her visits. We were 14 at the time and she had enough curling irons and makeup to share with me. Her Father wasn't the type to leave the items packed away nicely on his dresser, he understood the game! Fortunately for Crystal and I, we reaped the benefits of a "single parent!" Marking her territory paid off, they married 15 years later.

It was a man that taught me how to apply my make-up for everyday as well as Hollywood wear and it was also the same man that taught me how to understand my car by listening and smelling, as well as change my own tire. Also, the same man that could and still can pull me by my hair and have no sexual tendencies with the act whatsoever, I've known Ambrose since I was 17. He is a true friend that understands without me having to say much of anything verbally. I always affectionately blame him for creating such a "bold monster." It was on a Saturday afternoon that Ambrose stopped by my apartment, I can't remember why the visit took place, however I do recall my man at that time "Roger" showed up as well. My place was small, barely enough room to sleep, eat, shit and shower, but I managed to do what was necessary. I introduced the two of them without reservation (that went well I thought) and in a split second, Roger walked into my bedroom and plopped his big ass on my bed and left Ambrose and I to our conversation. I think there was a grunt that also accompanied the plop. Roger said everything to Ambrose in that instant without having to say one single word. The three of us understood what was being done and we understood the unspoken conversation. Here is what was unspoken: "Nice to meet you, allow me to show you who I am! I am the man that is and will continue to fuck Dallas!" Feet propped up and remote control in hand. The territory was marked.

We talked about Social Networking the other week and all the wonderful benefits it can offer, but only if people are in the right frame of mind. Otherwise, some shit will get really fucked up. Let's talk about my buddy Eric again. I affectionately call him BB which actually stands for Big Brother. Now Eric and the love of his life are communicating which is an absolutely awesome thing for me. Hell, I had their wedding colors (mint green and chocolate) location, honeymoon, children's name picked out for them. Sometimes the absence of an individual forces you to make an assessment of what life is really all about. Anywho, so BB has a Facebook account with numerous ASSociates, mostly female. He places a comment on his page about being home alone on a Friday night two weeks in a row (I was proud of you!) but boyyyyy did the flood gates of comments and hidden inuendos begin to flow. Hmmmmmmm.....Booty call offers everywhere for him. His ass was in deep shit! I truly appreciate a woman who has enough style, grace and tact to think about what has to be done before jumping out of the "crazy fool" cage and have regrets about the actions later. I'm more than certain his true love, ummmm, let's call her Carmen! I'm more than certain Carmen was aware of the comments, yet she did not respond................until the next day!!! She let it be known in her own way that Eric was in the process of ridding of ASSociates. I can't remember verbatum what she said, however I am more than certain that whatever her comment was, it was done tastefully. I understand her well enough to know that through the tastefullness of her word choice, she actually said "Alright Heffa's! Keep your claws off my man!" Eric liked that shit....A lot. She marked her territory!

I don't say much at times, but I see all! Roger marked his territory the other day (again) and guess what.....I liked that shit, it got my pussy wetttt! Some individuals will make attempts to challenge (non-verbally) or even attempt to sabotage one's happiness, however, if the bond the two of you hold is strong.....well..... no worries.

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Jill Scott "Gettin' In The Way"

Barely Breathing

I couldn't think of a better song that would accommodate the topic we will speak on today. Such truth, depth and emotion!!! I have learned thoughout the years that there are certain words you never say to your man! "We Need To Talk" those four words instantly raises the defense flags of every relationship and from the male perspective....fella's, depending upon how you respond to the statement could mean the fight starts now or the fight starts later! Either way, there will be some arguing because both parties are already in defense mode. Let's talk...

He was working for Corporate America full-time and running his own business full-time, yet somehow was under the impression he could sustain a stable and happy relationship with a woman he amired dearly. We will call him "Evan" today to protect his true identity. I've known Evan for seven years and he is truly a good fella, although he needs help periodically with balancing life most of the time. Evan I'm still waiting for the cocktail you promised me three years ago. He met a wonderful woman about a year ago, she was soft-spoken, supportive of Evan's job(s), was always there when he needed or wanted her. I was really pulling for the two of them to advance their relationship, I still think they would have been a great team.

There is one thing I want you to know about me. If I know you personally and you are hurting, I hurt as well. I feel your pain, I see your tears and it cuts deep with me also. It's unfortunate that I saw the demise of Evan's relationship three months prior to it ending, but unfortunately he had not adapted to the art of balancing the important things in life. There will always be the "Honeymoon" phase in all relationships, but as time moves forward, we all understand and expect the relationship will change to some degree. Unfortunately, that can be the time when someone becomes the "Complacent Ass" and the receiving party then realizes he or she is a victim of "The Porcelain Doll Syndrome" and eventually accepts the fact that you were simply a "Filler" in the first damn place.

I pre-warned Evan that he needed to take a different approach with his relationship with Maria. He advised me that she said those four words to him (We need to talk) and his defensive response to her was "We're ok." Today he knows that's not the case. My friend couldn't understand how after almost a year of having a wonderful relationship she could leave him so easily. I had to remind him why! Now I will share them with you.

1. You were supposed to meet her at her company function and you never showed up. You became busy with your business, forgot about the event and she was left alone and unaccompanied, which left the door open for "other possibilities".

2. She says "We Need to Talk" (Ladies, let's try this verbage instead..."I have a few things I want to share with you." It's not what you say, but again, how you say it.) You told her you guys and the reltionship was ok, when actually she was reaching out to you as an attempt to save it.

3. Her Birthday approaches, you guys had plans for a romantic dinner and a movie. She ends up taking herself to dinner and crying through a movie because again, your balancing tactics were off. You were exhausted from your days events and fell asleep at 6pm and didn't awake til 2am the next morning.

4. She asked you to change the security locks on her front door, you agreed, gave her a time that you would be there.....You never showed up. She had to call another male friend at 10pm at night to change them. That door is open again Evan.

There are many more examples the both of you have shared with me, but I think the ones that I have mentioned has served its purpose. I remember happier times the two of you enjoyed and now I find myself listening to your heartache at 4am. You tell me you are no longer breathing because your reason for living has been zapped away from you. Yes it's true Maria has moved on and you're trying to figure out what happened. Relationships need nurturing otherwise, they will wither and unfortunately die. It's detrimental to make time for the things and beings that are important factors in your life! Simply put...either one day you will or one day she won't! Think about that one for a minute.

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The Script - Breakeven (Falling To Pieces)

Some of you guy's are starting early this season. I have already begun to disable my phone at 11pm. I thought I would have until mid September to talk about relationships ending but it seems the axis is off balance. We will talk soon.

Kim Eternity - Raw Tube

Kim Eternity - Raw Tube

New Country

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Toni Braxton - He Wasn't Man Enough

Time to Get Off Your Momma's Titty!

When I was 24 I dated a young man that worked for a popular health care company. He had righteously earned his Master's Degree in Finance and was very unhappy with his current job. Being the supportive individual that I am, I urged him to apply for a position at Merrill Lynch. This after all is what he went to school for. His reply to me simply was "I will think about it!" I no longer pressed the issue. Less than a week later he advised me that his "mommy" didn't think it was a good idea for him at the time, primarily because she didn't feel he had enough experience and/or knowledge with the company. Today this asshole is the Vice-President of Merrill Lynch. Our relationship eventually ended due to all important and non-important decisions had to first be approved by his "mommy" along with his 3 best friends (two male and one female). The two male friends advised him that they didn't think it was a good idea for him to date me because either my hair was too big or I wore red nail polish. I honestly can't remember. My last evening at his home, I gently removed the pillow cushions from his sofa and placed them on his floor. I also unplugged his lamp and placed it un-neatly on its side and I also turned his sofa recliner on its side. He wasn't home when I rearranged his apartment, yet when he did return home from his blind date that his best friend's set him up with, my telephone rang throughout the night. I eventually unplugged my phone. The next morning I received a call from this man literally crying and asking for my help. He was on his way to my place and apparently due to his unfocused mind, he wrecked his vehicle. I simply said "You may want to call your Mom!" That was the last time I heard from him.

What is it with people and my damn hair? It's an expression of who I am and I love for it to be different from anyone else. I don't want to look like I've just walked off the assembly line of beauty. This brings us to the next fool. I was 29 when I met this fucker, he was an accountant for a company I worked for and had some southern appeal. Little did I know at the time I was headed for another titty sucker. This was one of those long-distance relationships and he was very excited to share the joy with his mom, so he in-turn showed her a photograph of me. Her reply to him was "I don't like her, her hair is too big and she looks sassy!" Damn right I'm sassy. Two weeks after he showed his mom my photograph he was wearing what resembled to me and everyone else a wedding band. I of course asked "What the fuck is this?" and his reply......My "mommy" found it and gave it to me." What the fuck? Are you serious? I headed for the door and ran....fast!!!

I swear if I don't find them, these titty suckers sure in the hell find my ass. This last fella seemed to be a good one. Everyone liked him, he was outgoing, funny and intelligent. We had a good relationship in the beginning (honeymoon phase) but as time progressed, shit started to get really fucked up. In this case, his mom loved me and I her. I still speak with her on her birthday and we chat a bit until she starts talking about her dumb ass son. That's when I tell her that I love her and I will talk with her another time. Listen to what this dumb fuck did. It wasn't mom's this time around but his sister. One time we had an argument, he confided in his sister that he was on his way to my home to reconcile things and she demanded that he not fuck me! You think I got some dick that night? Nope, no make-up sex for my ass. He finally gave me some a week later. He also had a female friend that I had the opportunity to meet.....one moment...let me say this....if I like you, I like you and you will know it! If I don't like you, I don't like you and you will know that too! How? Because my sassy ass will tell you to your face. I don't believe in fake shit and my tolerance for fake people is zero. Anywho, this heffa smiled in my face, gave me periodic hugs when she would see me all the while telling the guy I was dating a bunch of bullshit lies about me. Funny thing is.....she didn't "know" me. He wasn't man enough to break things off with me so the three of them devised a plan so that he in turn could date his sister's best friend. I became tired of the bullshit and the plan worked. I left, he dated and probably still is dating his sister's best friend, he's miserable and I know because he told me himself and even had the nerve to tell me all her intimate secrets. That's shitty!

Ladies.....Momma's....yes you? Let your babies grow up! There is nothing wrong with your son coming to you for advice and suggestions, but you have to know when it's time to let go. The three men that I've written about are in their mid to late 40's still single and still sucking the momma's titty. They don't know how to make decisions on their own and are currently dating no one. A large percentage of women are looking for a man that treats his mom good, with respect and love. This IS what we want, however we don't want a man that runs back to you and tell you everything about the relationship because that's an understanding the two of you may have had since age 2. How would you like it if that was done to you at your expense?

Fella's....stop telling all your damn business. I have found that men gossip 26% more than women do. It's okay to share "some" things but not everything. You are trying to build relationships with possible mates and trust is a huge part of building that relationship. If there is an issue or concern with making decisions on your own, please don't hesitate to seek professional assistance (all jokes aside). We want a strong man, one that is willing and able to stand on their own two feet, with decision making skills.


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Beyoncé - Run The World (Girls)

Fella's, I couldn't help myself.

Kelly Rowland - Motivation (Explicit) ft. Lil Wayne

Social Networking

Facebook, Twitter, MySpace, LinkedIn! These are a few of the social networking sites that I use or have used quite frequently. They have proven to be of great service to me. I have been reunited with classmates, family members, business associates and some individuals that well.....just need a friend to talk to!

My first encounter of the power of these sites came approximately a year ago. If you have a Twitter account, then you are aware that the amount of personal information that is disclosed is limited (such as your date of birth, etc.) I was a Twitter addict and honestly had to ween myself from this site due to the continuous posts from Tweeple (people that use Twitter). I remember it quite clear, it was actually my birthday and I received a message from a gentleman that simply said "Happy Birthday!" How nice I thought! Then I realized that only my personal friends knew my date of birth. The gesture grabbed my attention and I immediately began a personal/private conversation with this individual. Who was it? My dear friend John Miller of www.eyecbeauty.com. The same gentleman that captured the wonderful photograph of myself that is displayed proudly on my blogs background. We affectionately call the photo, pink bubble. Thanks for reaching out John!!!

My second encounter was via Facebook...I found Roger!!! Enough said!!!

My most recent connection was also done utilizing the tools and resources that Facebook has to offer and this is the primary reason for this particular blog post today. I have been wrestling with how to appropriately represent these individuals without offending. Let's see how I do!

I love my niece dearly! I was 12 when she was born and I took her every place with the exception of school with me. Being that she was with me 90 percent of the time, unknowing individuals assumed she was my child. One dumb ass guy I was dating demanded I tell the truth about her birth, eventhough I was. Well dumb ass eventually allowed his frustrations to overtake him and finally called it quits to our relationship. I was 19 at the time, which would have made my niece seven years old. Was it possible for me to have a child 12 years my junior? Yes, however, I didn't lose my virginity until I was 17. Throughout the years Aiyana (my niece) and I have remained close, even with my transition to Arizona. When she needs someone to talk to whether it's good news, unfortunate news or matter's of the heart, my baby knows she can count on me! This is the part where I try to be nice (a bit). Her mother, my ex-sister (yes, I said ex-sister)is definitely cut from a different cloth. I don't know what happened...we grew up in the same household, ate the same food, dealt with the same situations, but that female ain't right. For whatever reason her Mom opted to keep the identity of her "real father" a secret. Aiyana's response to this situation 2 months ago was "I don't care who he is, I've made it this far without him in my life, so I don't care!" That was two months ago! Now let me tell you what she said three weeks ago.."Aunty, I want to find my Dad!" Well.............No, I wasn't there when my sister was giving up the coochy. I may have been in the other room when she was sneaking fella's into the house, but I didn't see the actual act itself. This made my assistance to my niece a tough one. All I could do was "pray and meditate" for guidance and instruction. Yes, I pray damn it!!! Let's flashback to 29 years ago. I did recall my sister was seeing two gentlemen at the time, One we all liked and the other well, we were basically scared of his ass. He would hug you and the next minute he would shoot you without any regrets. He was always nice to me thank goodness and he kept the bad boys away from me as well. We still see Mr. Mean Ass periodically. He actually stepped up to the plate and took care of my niece eventhough the DNA test proved otherwise.

The second gentleman that my sister was spending time with was a church going fella, mild mannered and respectable. I was able to remember his first name but was at a lost for his last. We met him at one of our infamous church gatherings and my sister was smitten with him. There also were two other gentleman that we both befriended (non sexual) The twins...David and Darryl, they played drums in the church choir and was very skilled with their talent. I had my first and biggest crush on Darryl. If my grandmother would have signed the paperwork, I would have married him at age 11. However, being that I was 11 at the time and he was 15, we both decided not to date. I did have one telephone conversation with him and recalled the two questions that I as a juvenille asked him. "What school do you attend? and "What is your last name?" People that was 30 years ago. When my niece told me she wanted to know who her Dad was, these two gentlemen were my only link to finding him. I've shared with you previously how awesome my memory can be, but this is a true testimony! I could not remember the twins last name to save my life! I initially started going through each letter of the alphabet in my mind in hopes of stumbling upon their last names. Well, when that didn't work that's when I began my prayer and meditation. Ten minutes after praying....The last name popped in my head clear as day. So what did I do next? I used Facebook of course.......I found David!!! I began asking him questions as it related to his youth, especially asking him if he had a twin brother named Darryl (my hearthrob). I then began explaining to him my reason for reaching out to him and his reply was "OMG, call me now!" I did just that. He in turn did a conference call with my niece's possible uncle and it all began to unfold. Aiyana and her possible uncle are making plans to have a DNA test done in the very near future. Unfortunately, her possible father passed away 3 years ago and she will not have the chance of meeting him. Either way, she has a new possibility of brothers and sisters that she will eventually meet.

Some individuals shy away from social networking, but with the recent experiences I've had with Facebook and Twitter....I say "search on and enjoy responsibly!"

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Wooooosahhhh!

I generally make an honest attempt to stay away from people when I'm not in the greatest mood. I find it's best and will eliminate the need for any apologies in the future. This is my third attempt to come to you guys this evening and for the life of me, I couldn't understand why I was having difficulty expressing myself today. As I sat back and reflected on a few things, I now understand why:

I can't stand the motha fucka that is always pointing their finger at what you have or have not done. For instance, no wait....this is the shit that pissed me the fuck off today. My son is visiting family on his paternal side (his daddy's side) and without thinking that my feelings would be hurt. Devon (my baby) says to me "Grandma doesn't like the way you raised me!" Devon knows his momma and realized when there was nothing but silence from my end, that I was counting to ten before I spoke to him. He then said "ummm mom?" you there? I replied "yes baby I'm here, why don't you put your grandmammy on the phone?" Devon says "Mom, she just thinks I'm too mature for my age." I say "Understandable bay, put her on the phone!!" Devon quickly ended my call with "I love you Mom and I will talk to you later." My face was red and my hair was standing straight on my head, I was ready to jump through the phone, bypass Devon and kick some ass.

When my baby was born, I wanted him to have a much better life than I did, as all parents do. I didn't sugar coat shit for him and I told him what the deal was at a young age. If he asked, I used discernment and I told..straight talk. He is respectable of other people and is liked by many. His godmom used to worry that I put so much knowledge into his head that it would explode, well he survived. He also had to take on the role as the "man of the house" while I was working for the Corporate Devil and made sure the house was still standing when I returned home from work. I had to put him in this position at the young age of 9 unwillingly. Why? Because as a single-mom, we do a lot of shit that we don't want to do but have to do to keep things going. Now what pissed me off the most was that not at one time in Devon's life did his paternal side offer or accept the responsibility of helping out whether it was with time spent, holiday vacations, or even from the financial standpoint. My thought was.....we live in the "big city" with "big bad wolves" and such. Not the country easy life as his paternal folks do. I did the best I knew and I have no regrets. I'm proud of Devon and I have no regrets.

If by chance someone points their fingers at you, just remember this statement from My Granny.."When someone points their finger at you, pay attention to where their thumb is...it's pointing back at them!"

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11. Jamie Foxx - Freakin Me(feat Marsha Ambrosius) - INTUITION

A Vegas Revelation

I sent my closest friends a picture of myself during my Vegas trip. Both of them confirmed that I looked happy and had adapted the "hi-pro glow." We have previously discussed and understood "Fillers" and while in Vegas spending one on one time with Roger, several things were revealed to me that falls right along the lines of the previous posting of "Fillers"

Roger has a very wide dick, therefore it was no surprise that after our lovemaking my pussy was sore. It had been several months since I was intimate with anyone and I wanted it to be that way. I didnt want anyone but Roger to stimulate my pussy. I know I didn't share this with you in previous postings, but it's important for you to know that my baby is recovering from a serious biking accident. He has graduated from not being able to walk...to a wheelchair....to a crutch....to a cane. I am so grateful and blessed that he is still with us. (N.H., I love you girl!! stay strong!!!) With that being said, my intention was not to have his dick explore my pussy in any form, I honestly would have been happy with touching, conversation and sucking. Roger is as freaky as I am and he had another agenda. Hell, it had been close to 14 years since we saw each other naked.

There is nothing on earth that can come close to being completely comfortable with an individual. You can scratch your ass, take a dump, fart out loud without holding it in and hurting the shit out of yourself and know it's ok.

I explained on yesterday how I was partially awake/asleep when Roger was ready for some coochy, but I didn't go into much detail as I normally would, you should know me better than that by now....so here it goes. The entrance itself could have made me cum. My legs were straddled around his waist and as I began to squeeze my hips together, I could feel the onset of my ecstasy. The placement and weight of his body also stimulated me and I began moaning and grabbing the sheets that were close by. Eventually, my left leg gravitated into a position that was behind my head and I could feel my feet make love with the headboard. My right leg was still straddled around Roger as we both enjoyed our deep thrusts, moans, pulls, eye contact and passionate kisses. Now here is where the revelation for me began. I didn't have to analyze this at all primarily because it was right there in my face! It's apparent that I'm not a virgin and if you are, you won't be after reading a few more of my blogs. Throughout my past relationships whether it was casual, committed or even an engagement here and there, there is one thing I never allowed. Yes, I had restrictions in the bedroom (don't judge me)and I'm ready to share them with you:

Kisses: Don't fucking kiss me when we are fucking! When I kiss an individual passionately, that serves as a gateway to my soul. Meaning you have 100% of me. I had no desire or will to give 100% to anyone until last Monday evening. To any and all of my ex's reading this..don't act surprised about it. I'm more than certain we had the kissing conversation.

Sleep Position: My back is turned to you!!! We've fucked, now I've closed you off until next time. Hmmmm, very interesting! I guess it's fair to say that my needs have been met. I didn't turn my back to Roger and I woke up with crud in my eyes and who knows what else was parked on my face looking at Roger.

Am I afraid? Am I cautious? Yes is the answer to both of those questions. However, I've never given up on the love "drug" and it's so wonderful to have the FulFILLment as opposed to the "FILLERS."

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Vegas Baby (Uncut Dirty Version)

It never felt so good to cum on one's dick!!! With that being said....let's start from the beginning.

I was nervous! Beyond belief, out-of-character nervous!!! Almost to the point of being ashamed of myself. Thank goodness for my cousin's walking outside to break the ice between us...I probably would have fainted right there on the sidewalk if things didn't happen that way. There he was, standing strong, tall and confident (as usual) my Adonis! I was wearing an orange cotton mini-dress that gracefully swayed across my ass with each step I took. My heels weren't too high nor were they too short. I opted for the 3" heels which took my height to 5ft 9inches. He still towered over me at 6ft 5. As the conversation continued between Roger and my cousin's, I proceeded to place my belongings in the back seat of his vehicle. My arms were getting tired from holding my bags and I was starting to glisten from the Las Vegas heat and wanted to be comforted by air conditioning as soon as possible. Roger understood without me having to say one word and proceeded to end the conversation with my relatives.

There was a brief conversation on the way to the restaurant and damn did he smell good!! I was still nervous but allowed my body to relax and conform to the shape of his passenger's seat. Sex was the furthest thing from my mind. I wanted to enjoy him not only mentally but spiritually and Damnnnn, he smelled soooo good!!! He ordered the steak and I the salmon along with a glass of Piesporter to aid with the release of my anxieties. It worked!! By the end of the date I had 2 other cocktails, was forced to play Bingo and enjoyed watching Roger take his spin at a few slot machines. (I don't gamble much) I am currently looking for a support group for Bingo Anonymous...I'm hooked.

As we settled into the evening I was exhausted from the trip itself, along with the high level of emotions. I showered, applied the necessary lotions and potions and climbed into bed...naked of course. I need at least 2 pillows to get in a goodnights rest. One for my back and one for my side. Now I can't quite remember what Roger was doing at that specific time, however I do recall the television being on. It wasn't a big deal to me because again...I was tired. I was at the mid-point of being awake/asleep.....you know....the part where you start to snore a bit, your body relaxes and mouth falls open......that's when it happened. Roger took his arm and swept my entire body under him. What a way to be awakened. You know I like that shit! We kissed, we sucked....oh yeah...there's another part to that!!!I sucked him passionately and was ready to go for it, but Roger had some teasing and pleasing in him and wasn't ready to give in just yet...Oh my...I really don't know how to say this, but to say it! He wrapped his juicy lips around my pussy and began to suck me good. Now, understand something....that is the simple part to share, here's the not so simple part and it's not so simple because it's a first occurrence for me. "I stopped breathing", I literally stopped breathing and started shaking uncontrollably. I don't know if I forgot how to breathe in an instant or if Roger literally sucked the air out of me. Mmmmm Daddy....Damnnnnn...I like that..you got me having clit tremors over here in AZ. There is more to this story but I have been typing for a bit and have decided to put an end to this portion, however, before I do the conclusion to all of this: I Love Roger! I'm In Love With Roger! and I want to scream it to the entire world! Oh, I just did!!!!

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Vegas Baby (Clean Version)

Hello, hello, hello....I missed blogging and regret to a certain degree that I opted to leave my laptop at home. Nonetheless, I am ready to share my adventures with you. If you noticed, the sub-title of this post states: Clean Version. It may be wholesome enough for your parents to read, although I wouldn't recommend it.

My main objective for my Vegas trip was to of course visit Roger and determine if the fire was still going between the two of us. You can read more about that in my "dirty version." I had the greatest time with a family member that I hadn't seen in over 16 years. The last time I saw him was at my Grandmother's funeral (his aunt). He is now 67 and has definitely developed and gracefully accepted his "old man" swag. As we walked along the trails of Fairmount Avenue, The Hoover Dam and The Mohave dessert, I couldn't help but notice the constant stares and smiles from women of all age and race groups. He loved it!!!

Once we retired to his home, we had the opportunity to speak on the family and I was able to obtain some much needed information to share with the younger generation of my family. I was surprised at the energy of wanting to "go" everywhere, when all I wanted to do was lay on the sofa and watch Sportscenter.

Thank you Cousin for all the knowledge, education, gutt busting laughs and insights. Trust and believe I will see you real soon. Much Love!

Chante Moore - Chante's Got A Man (LYRICS + FULL SONG)

Preparing...

I may not be around for the next few days, so I thought I would give you guys a "heads up". However, I will guarantee you that come next week, lets say 9 days from now...I will be back!

The time has finally arrived for me to feel the warm embrace of Roger. It's been a long wait, but you know how the saying goes.."good things come to those who wait." In order for me to be "every woman", not just for Roger but for myself as well, I need to prepare mentally and physically for this. I was supposed to start my sit-up sessions 6 weeks ago, well that sure in the hell didn't happen. I'm not worried about that, cushion is always better for the pushin. I've been repeating to myself these words for the past two weeks "don't faint fool", "don't faint!" Is it possible? Fuck yeah!! I'm usually good at playing it cool but...well, we're talking about Roger.

A few years ago I had a professional brazilian wax done, it was all the rave of Hollywood, so I thought I would give it a try. I will NEVER do that shit again! My ass couldn't sit comfortably, let along fuck for 6 days. I've since stuck with my old faithful of shaving. If you're not familiar with what a brazilian wax is, allow me to help make it clear. Hot wax is placed on your coochie hairs, top, alongside the coochie walls and in some cases your ass, there's another name for that wax though, but I can't remember (somebody help me out) cloth strips are placed on top of the wax and without warning from the technician, a rapid and painful pull is administered to remove your hair. I've been told if you continue to have this procedure done, your body becomes less sensitive to the pain, Again, I say "Fuck That!" That shit opened my sinuses. Hey, if it works for you, more power to you.

I will however, run my bath water with a couple drops of peppermint oil, have my cherry scented candles lit (lights still on, I gotta shave) and my "sex me baby" music playing. People? I know we get so busy with running errands, taking care of family and friends, working and all the other diversions of life and the convenience of a shower is nice and serves it's purpose, but baby...You need to soak your ass in a tub at least twice a week. IJS (I'm just saying). I will allow the water to cover every open cavity of my body and allow myself to relax to my warm atmosphere. I've opted not to have a cocktail this time around for my bath because I want to make certain there aren't any mishaps with my shaving. I need for my skin to be smooth as butter and besides those little cuts you get from shaving can hurt for quite some time and I don't want to risk the possibility of any uncomfortable positions.

I usually start with the non-sensitive area of my body which is the underarms, from there my breasts (Ladies, pay attention, your titties more than likely have hair around them, check your nipple area) from my breasts to my legs, to my thighs to my....mmmmm...my pussy. I want it smooth as silk!!! and last but not least, my ass!!! When done with care and patience, the only hair that will be on my body will be the hair on my head.

I'm ready baby! Are you?

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LSG - My Body

Boyz II Men - Uhh Ahh

Pussy on a Plate

So you go out to dinner and order your favorite steak just the way you like it; whether it's rare, medium rare or well done. Well this is sort of like the same thing. Before I begin this evenings post, I would just like to say "Fella's, I'm really disappointed!" I'm not speaking on all of the Fella's this evening but I am talking about the 15 gentlemen that I personally know and was either too embarrassed or afraid to answer my poll question of the day. I know your asses are looking and you know who the hell you are. However, I would like to say "Thank you" to the two wonderful gents that did reply to my poll question of the day, which is: "How do you like your pussy? Bald, Fuzzy or Hairy?" Only two responses huh? I will invite my readers once again to participate in my poll question. If you're interested, simply send an email to dallasromandotcom@yahoo.com with the words "I'm interested". Pretty simple and ouchless. Keep in mind, I will always change the names to protect the innocent as well as the not so innocent.

The first gentleman that answered my question was Jacob. It is apparent that Jacob simply likes the fact that pussy is on a plate. His response was simply "Either, as long as it's neat." This tells me no wild ass hairs growing down the leg or up the stomach, just plain neat. I can appreciate neatness. Thanks Jacob for joining in!

The next and last gentleman was Harrison. I got the impression that Harrison was a bit shy with his response, however, he was kind enough to answer that he likes his pussy HAIRY! Nothing wrong with a man knowing what he wants and how he likes it.

I started shaving my pussy in my early 20's for two reason's. The first was due to my career choice at the time required it. You can't have hair flowing out of your damn thong bikini when you're in the spotlight. That shit just doesn't look right. My second reason was that it eliminated something additional for me to play with or braid. My hands tend to roam in odd places for whatever reason. When I was 23 years old, I developed the courage to have my 1st tattoo done. The 19 year old artist was very nervous and professional at the same time. He was shaking trying to control his mind and manhood and I was shaking because quite frankly that shit hurt. I don't give a fuck what anybody tells you, listen to me!!! Tattoo's hurt!!! I may be saying this because of where I've had my two tatt's strategically placed, but I have vowed that I am done with the ink and needle. So anywho, the young gent from the tattoo place had the pleasure of inking my bald pussy. I felt that it would be the ultimate honor if a man was ever to see my 1st tattoo, this rule still applies today. Therefore, my coochie is always bald! no landing strips, no patches, just me and the tatt.

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Janet Jackson - Anytime, Anyplace

R. Kelly - Sex Me

Maceo Parker - Childrens World.wmv

This artist was introduced to me by a dear friend of mine. This song fall's right into the category of my favorite "love making" songs. I can't wait to get it on with Roger while listening to Maceo and Stanley (Clark, that is) I will eventually compile a list and possibly put together a CD with all my favorites for your listening and love making pleasure.

Let's Talk about the Pregnant Woman's Coochie Drive

Usually when I reach out to you, it's generally from my own personal experience or the experience of a friend or case study. I did something a little bit different today and was surprised at the results by a couple of people. Some of the responses didn't surprise me, but again some did. I conducted a poll from family members and friends to get their personal experience on this topic and I will share their thoughts with you. I know you're watching ladies :-).

I would like to start with me and my personal experience. For those of you who aren't aware, I have a 17 year old son and I remember the joy of first learning that I was on my way to becoming a mother and I also remember as if it were yesterday the first time that I held him. That's some priceless shit!!! Now once I learned that I was pregnant, slowly but surely my sex drive began to change. It went from fuckin' 7-8 times a week to once a month if that. I just didn't have a desire for my son's Dad any longer. There may have been other reason's why I didn't want to give up the coochie, but he wasn't going to get it "from me" whatever the reason was. I even refused to give him "head" and didn't give a fuck if he got the pussy from somewhere else. I recall a time when he rested in the bathtub making an honest attempt to rid of his "blue balls". What I found odd was that I was still very horny, so I would wait until he left the house and masturbate, sometimes 3 sessions in a row. The orgasms were awesome! There is nothing like a pregnant cum session.

The question that I asked 10 women this evening was this: When you were pregnant did you still want to have sex? Or did you prefer self pleasure? I asked 10 women, only 8 responded. Hey it's Sunday, the other 2 may still be in church. Let's see what they said.

Let's start with this young lady: I've known her all of her 28 years and she is very dear to me. Ms. Aiyana responded with "self-pleasure. Say's she didn't want to have any interactions sexually with the father of her children. Hmmmm, we must be related! Actually we are but I am certain her answer has no hereditary connections.

Ms. Nettie, Ms. Nettie, Ms. Nettie!! Girl, I didn't know you had it in you. You always appeared to be the conservative type out in public and I can generally pick the freak-a-leaks out but I must admit you're response surprised me. Here is what Ms. Nettie said: "Sex, sex, sex, I was EXTREMELY Horny all 9 months, I'm surprised I didn't have triplets!" Talk about a Happy Homefront. Go Nettie!!!

Wait a minute!!! I'm beginning to think this "no sex" issue while being pregnant may be hereditary. My younger sister Janet response was: "No sex, no self-pleasure, I just wanted to sleep." Family members, we may have to get together and talk about this "seriously".

I met Lisa 9 years ago and she had "freak" written on her forehead, well not literally but I could see it coming a mile away. Lisa's response to my question was: "Sex, sex, sex and more sex. Lisa has two children, so I also asked if this was her desire both times and her reply was "Yes". She went on to add that even when she was in labor giving birth she wanted to have sex at that time too. My response to her was one simple word "FREAK!!!" and her reply was "YES?"

I miss you guys and I so appreciate you sharing your intimates with me. If you would like to be included in future polls please feel free to send an email to dallasromandotcom@yahoo.com. I will almost always change the names to protect the innocent.

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Pregnant Pussy

I was ready to talk about this topic this evening, but the rain and nice cool breeze has served as tranquility for me. We will work on this tomorrow!!

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It's Your Turn

Hey you....It's time! I have received several requests from family, friends and strangers alike regarding an opportunity to be a special blog guest. Well, the time has arrived. If you would like to be in the spotlight and take the driver's seat, please send an email to: dallasromandotcom@yahoo.com or on Facebook page Dallas Roman Talks and also on Twitter at Shop_PSSST.

If there are some things you would like to get off your chest, this is your opportunity. I'm waiting to hear from you.

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Fuck n' Go

I was having a conversation with a young woman that was in the middle stages of ending a year long relationship. She was totally committed to her mate, which means there was no "back-pocket" at her disposal, however, things had taken a turn for the worse as it relates to their romance. It had been several months since there was any intimacy between the two of them and she expressed that her body was hungry for a man. She still hadn't had her "nuff" with her gentleman friend, she was holding on as long as she could but her pussy was hungry!! You know some of us can't go too long without feeding our coochies. She wanted to feed her pussy but only with the eventually ending relationship guy. I gave her my suggestion, although I honestly didn't feel she was ready for the journey.

"Fuck n' Go" I exclaimed. Upon her face was the look of many questions. I was more than happy to explain: This can never I repeat NEVER be done at the person's home that is initiating the F n' G session. It must always be done at the receiving parties place, hotel, or some place that you can quickly and easily depart from. You simply meet them at the designated location, it's okay to talk about a few topics, but never speak on the topic of your relationship! Talk about every day events, you know how the bullshit talk goes, talk about the damn weather or the Queen of England but you must never talk about the relationship. Eventually you will make it to the bed, sofa, floor or wherever you plan to hump. Get it in good!!! Make sure your orgasm was worth the drive! Please make certain you are courteous to allow time for your partner to cum as well! Once this has occurred, rest for no longer than 10 minutes. Again, do not talk about the relationship! Go to the restroom, take care of what needs to be taken care of between the legs, get dressed and leave.

This is not an act to be taken lightly especially if you still have feelings for the person you are fucking. It's a simple act of personal pleasure with the borrowed human touch. As time goes on, if you're in the market to find one that you want to spend time with outside of your F n'G partner, the transition to end the sessions will be a lot easier.

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Talk To Me!

Hello Loves,

I've come to realize I have not shared my updated email address with you. If you have any questions, concerns, emotional outbursts or steamy topics please send an email to:

dallasromandotcom@yahoo.com

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D'Angelo: Untitled (How Does It Feel)

Purrrrrrrrrrrrr!

Our bodies will eventually rid itself of any inhibitions once you've met the individual that can and will completely please you in the bedroom. I once talked to a young woman that expressed her deepest sex secrets with me and could sense her awkwardness as she shared her bedroom convulsions with me. The dick was so good for her she began speaking in tongues...another language if you will! He hit the right spot, "G" that is and she remembers that particular sexcapade til this very day eventhough this happened over 15 years ago. Fucking is one thing but when that spot is hit right, no one can predetermine what your body will do. Just remember to breathe and relax when you feel that orgasm cuming on.

When I think of the words "hitting my spot" I can't help but to reflect back on the movie that starred Denzel Washington "Devil in a Blue Dress" If you've seen the movie, then feel free to reminisce with me. Denzel is sitting in a chair, the female actress is riding his dick (hollywood style, of course) and the words that expell from her mouth are "you're hittin my spot" over and over until she cums (allegedly). Let's not forget the movie "Monster's Ball" where Halle Berry is on top of Billy Bob Thornton fucking the shit out of him and begging him to "make me feel good." Borderline porno at it's finest.

Speaking in tongues is one thing, but what I did the first time my G-spot was stimulated was purred, like a cat. What a turn-on for him. Not that I am of cat descent, but I couldn't help myself. It came out of no where. ooooooooh it was so good and I can feel my ears tingling as I think about it. I've only purred for one man in my lifetime and if things go as planned, my purring will continue.

Whatever way you have to express to your man/woman that the dick/pussy is good..I say embrace it. I promise that once your convulsions begin, the strokes that are shared amongst the two of you will become deeper and more passionate. The sounds outside of your ordinary moans and groans will serve as psychological stimulation.

Mmmmmmm...I need to purr!

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I Love My Wife But....

"I can tell if a woman has fucked a man, simply by the way she hugs him."

~Dallas Roman


When you decide to take the matrimonial walk, 9 times out of 10 you already know what you're getting. It could be an asshole, a family person, a whore, a hoe. Bottom line is...you already know! I was surprised and hurt at the same time when I received a phone call years ago from a very familiar telephone number. I remember the day quite well. I was shopping at Barney's of New York in search of some winter clothing. I answered my cellphone expecting to hear the familiar voice that always called me from this number, however it was not the voice I was expecting. It was her husband. My first response to this individual was "Is everything alright?" he chuckled, then paused...the chuckle and nervousness in his voice already told me what was up. He then began to tell me he was always infatuated with me and basically wanted to fuck me! I was in disbelief. I thought to myself and wondered how could a wonderful provider, family man and "friend" muster up enough courage and make a very risky call to a tell-it-all. I finally gathered my thoughts and said "listen here asshole, I won't tell your wife what you've done, just as long as this is the first and last time!" He agreed and ended the call with an apology. Less than six months later the motherfucka did it again. Unfortunately, I lost a friend over the attempted unfaithfulness of her life-long partner that "she" chose. I do recall her telling me several times that she felt he was creeping on her. Yet, she decided to stay in the relationship because all of the secure luxuries he had and I'm certain continues to provide for her and the kids.

The older I get the more prevalent it has become. Men love me, but especially the one's that are married or are in a "so called" monogamous relationship. It bother's me when I meet a man that's married and there is no sign or evidence of a wedding ring. I bet his wife is wearing hers!!!Once I find out about their marital status, they of course feel the urgency to explain themselves. Almost every conversation starts out like this "I love my wife but....she nags too much, she doesn't suck my dick right, she doesn't want sex anymore, she's always too tired, she stopped fixing herself up, she gained too much weight...the list goes on and on. You know what Mr. Incognito Married Man....Fuck You!!! Yeah I said it. What are you doing in the relationship to maintain its marital bliss? Obvious not much, since your ass is at the nightclub chasing skirts, getting telephone numbers and pretending to be single. The word "but" does not and should not be placed after the word "love" stop kidding yourself. More than likely your wife knows you're fucking around, she just hasn't said anything yet, but your ass better be careful, because we all know there is nothing worse than a woman scorned!

Alright ladies, I hear you clapping, but some of you are just as bad as the fellas. The majority of the stories I hear and have counseled on regarding your unmarital activities really fucks with my mind. How in the fuck are you going to bring the innocent kids into this. Find a mothafuckin babysitter if you decide to step out, DAMN!!!. I met a woman who was not happy in her marriage, her husband was mentally and physically abusive and she met a gentleman that made her feel appreciated and loved. She had 2 young sons at the time and was given an "allowance" of $50 a week by her husband, eventhough she worked full time (modern day pimp) We know this isn't enough for a babysitter, so guess what she did. She took her sons with her on picnics, to the park, to the movies, etc. Wherever they went, the kids went. Now if you've been around kids you know they tell everything. The husband never found out about the wife's cheating even with the kids running around the house, screaming their Mom's new friends name around the house at the top of their lungs. Why didn't he find out? They decided on a code name. His code name was Transformers. So the husband didn't give it much thought when his sons begged their Mom to take them to see "Transformers." The unsuspecting husband assumed it was the popular movie.

I've done enough dirt in my lifetime and I strongly believe in karma. I don't care for her very much...Ms. Karma is truly a bitch. However, one thing I do know, if I ever decide to walk down that wonderful aisle called matrimony....I already know what I'm getting and so did you and If you didn't know...your family and friends did!!!!

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