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Wednesday, August 31, 2011

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!

PSSST...

Sunday, August 28, 2011

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.

PSSST...

Jill Scott "Gettin' In The Way"

Friday, August 26, 2011

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.

PSSST...

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.

Sunday, August 21, 2011

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.


PSSST...

Friday, August 19, 2011

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!"

PSSST...

Thursday, August 18, 2011

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!"

PSSST...

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Tuesday, August 16, 2011

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."

PSSST...

Monday, August 15, 2011

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!!!!

PSSST...

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!

Friday, August 5, 2011

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?

PSSST...

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

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.

PSSST...