Hi Loves!  Today we are going to switch things up a bit.  I don't mean to disappoint anyone, however, its imperative that I bring my recent thoughts to the forefront, otherwise, I may lose sleep.  This past week has been rather challenging for me.  Yet, I have prevailed.  I'm looking forward to my glass of Moscato this evening, a nice warm bath and my waterproof rabbit to help relieve the rest of my stress this evening.  My motto has and will always be "An orgasm a day, keeps the stress away".  Normally my daily orgams are at least three, but due to my challenges this week, I have only had a total of four.  Yes, I know...I'm slipping, but I promised myself to get back on track with my cum sessions.

Here's whats on my mind today and has been on my mind since the earlier part of last week.  Men, please pay attention to this message.  Women are flowers, we need to be watered.  If there is no nourishment...IT will die.  IT has so many definitions, yet today the definitiion I am going to address is the one that I am having difficulty with primarily because its the truth and I was forced to take a real long hard look at myself and my surroundings and analyze.  Anyone who knows me can tell you when I analyze, its a very deep process.  Here we go!!! (I will change the names to protect the innocent)

Michael: "Damn Dallas, you have the body of a goddess...but look at your hands"!  Dallas: "What are you talking about"?  Michael: "They are strong hands, that displays masculinity".  Dallas: "Wow! Really?"  Michael: "Yes really!  I know what cloth you are from, so I know you do everything on your own, including a mans job!  I need you to stay soft everywhere!  I'm here now! It's time to relax"!

Michael was right.  Please understand.  I left home when I was 17 and now I'm proud to say I'm in my ripe 40's and can beat just about any 20 or 30 year old in the "stacked body" business.  This is where the problem lies.  I have been moving furniture, boxing, fixing flat tires, changing door locks, changing alternators, doing tune-ups, repairing electronical equipment and kicking asses when need be.  I'm not rough around the edges.  I get 'er done by any means necessary.  I am gentle as a flower!  However, because I have been put into situations where there was no manly physical support except for in the bedroom.  I had to do it!  My family lives out-of-state, so who was left, but me!  Now that my age is ripe (he he he) It has been a battle for me to become submissive in many places including the bedroom.  I like to be on top and in charge.  A "do what the fuck I say" attitude.  All the while longing for a man, to pick my ass up and push me on the bed and tell me what the fuck to do and how to do it.  I like to be taught too damn it!  I don't know "everything" or pretend that I do.  I was looking for a man that understood the difference of me being outside of the house (fierce, pitbull, takes not shit business woman) to the "me" inside the house (im soft, hold me, lead me, teddy bearish). 

I was raised by my Grandmother (she was a minister) Yes it's true what they say about those preacher's kids.  With that being said, this is what I grew up with.  Responsible men, carrying the world's weight on their shoulders and a caring working outside of the home woman taking care of her home, kids and especially her man.  I was accustomed to seeing my Grandfather open the car door, restaurant door, hell...the bathroom door for my grandmother and she expected it to be done at all times.  As it should have been done at all times.  So here we are in 2011. My ass fixing shit that I shouldn't be fixing and doing shit, I shouldnt be doing because "some"..I said "some" damn it! men, or boys dressed in men's clothing, have forgotten or have not been taught how to nourish their plants. 

Here's the result of what can happen.  Not once, have I ever said "I don't need a man!  This is something you will not ever hear me say!  I know for a fact a man is much needed in my life.  I have a really good male friend that I have known since my high-school days.  We communicate everyday.  He calls me for advice on relationships and one night stand scenarios.  He trusts my judgement because he says "eventhough you're female, I appreciate the fact that you think like a man".  Hmmmm "think like a man"?  I could only guess that he was commenting on the fact that some of my advice has been "go ahead, fuck her, then change your number and delete and block her from your facebook page". I'm good with that answer and any advice I give to him, because that is the malehood part that I have been forced to become.  Bottom line.  I need a  good man and I am happy to say that I have found one that opens my car door, calls me when he's on his way home to see if I need anything, allows me to be in control in the bedroom and knows when its time for him to take the control, I allow the control because I trust him to "lead me" and he's just as kinky as I am.  Its sad to say that I'm not used to that, but I am learning how to become submissive. I used to be that way!  He demands authority without ever opening his mouth.  I like that kinda shit.  So maybe in time, my hands will again, take on their once feminine look, possibly nail polish would help. 

"Real Women, appreciate Real Men"!

PSSST....Thank you Mr. Officer!