~A~LOVE~SUPREME's posts with tag: dating
Greetings my good people of Multiply and 360! I wanna throw a true story out to the masses and in turn get some open and honest feedback… We have a couple who has lots of history… they were college sweethearts, who eventually moved on and married others… one marriage ends in divorce(her), and the other is in the midst of a long term separation(him) where divorce it imminent… Chance brings them back together… and I say “chance” because they are both from the Great State of Texas, and due to work, and family they both ended up on the East Coast in the same TRI-State area… YEARS have gone by, and the male calls the female to simply wish her a Happy Mother’s day, only to find out that they are living in the SAME area… an instant re-connection is made, and a new chapter begins… During the process of picking up where they left off, they are introduced to swinging… boundaries have been set, and everyone is respectful of each others limitations… they attend an area club on a semi regular basis, and have attended a few private lifestyle parties… The couple experiences the normal growing pains that relationships go thru… and as with all relationships, they learn from the issues and continue to grow… Everything is flowing for a good 18 to 24 months… suddenly the female gets a call from another female… dude lies his way thru this distraction, and states that ole girl is out of the picture, and has been out of the picture for some time… but knowing women the way that I know women… Most women will not call the other woman unless they are at their wits end, and need to know where the situation is heading… dude pretty much; sweeps the situation under the rug, and all is well, after the outsider has verbally agreed to NOT contact the girlfriend or him again… They survive this major relationship violation, and continue growing, learning, loving and swinging…. Months go by, and a reliable 3rd party gets word that the male half of the duo was in attendance at a local party WITHOUT his significant otha… instead, he’s at the party with another woman… Dude is confronted with all the evidence… you see dudes other female friend, has a page on a local swing groups site… this is an invite only site, that the girlfriend has managed to become a member of… the main pic on the site, has dude and the chick all bunned up, appearing as a couple… the comments clearly state that dude and his otha girlfriend are regulars at this groups functions… now, dude is sooo crafty that he has convinced his girlfriend that when they aren’t together, he is ‘studying’… he’s studying alright: New Ass 101… Here’s the clincher… dude and girlfriend had a planned weekend, one that involved a road trip… but, dude swiftly invites girlfriend on a business trip, where they hang out, and do what couples do… she comes home a few days earlier, goes back to work, and prepares for the upcoming weekend get-a-away… Suddenly dude can’t go! Ya know why? He needs to STUDY! Girlfriend goes on her planned weekend trip with friends, and low and behold, one week later girlfriend finds out that not only was he NOT studying, but he was at the lifestyle party with girlfriend number 2… dude is confronted, and he doesn’t really deny the shit, but, he refuses to come clean AT ALL… instead, he does this reverse psychology bullshit, and goed into some major deflecting… and instead of coming cleaning, he decides the relationship is over, because she pretty much is taking other folks word over his… but, lets keep in mind that girlfriend has in ya face proof, not to mention a reliable source… This is the VERY short version to a VERY long story… a story of sex, love and swinging… I gave you enough to hopefully inspire a comment… My questions are simple: What provokes a man to cheat, when he’s in a swingers relationship? Is there no loyalty amongst swingers? Is it hard to be straight with your significant other? “Babe, I ran into the baddest sista that I’d love US to experience”
More importantly, when you've been busted, and ya shit is on the table... why NOT fess up?
The bottom-line, is this: we all know that men and women cheat for various reasons, but in my opinion, cheating in a swingers relationship, is unacceptable! If you’re offered the buffet, why creep with the appetizer? when the main course can be shared... (ok that was silly, but you get the point)...
my thoughts ar simple: RESPECT! dude didn't respect my friend nor the relationhsip enough to be upfront with her, or with himself - when the respect is NOT there, and the TRUST has been destroyed, what's left?
 I’m not sure if I’m a glutton for punishment or just too damn nice… I don’t consider myself to be a push over – but I’m beginning to think that a few of my acquaintances obviously think I appreciate being stepped on… no matte what, the older I get the less I can tolerate bullshit, but, for whatever reason, I continue to give some folks chance, after chance, after chance… so I guess I’m a glutton for punishment?!?!?
I have spent the past year getting Papi out of my system… we went several months with no contact, and I finally started taking his calls again… at the end of the day he and I have an excellent phone flow, and truth be told, I enjoy listening to him blow himself up, and make himself appear bigger than life, and because I know him, I can pretty much decipher the fact from the fiction… I believe this man lives in a make believe world, I believe that at one time in his life, he was on top of his game, and over the years he has taken a “fall from grace” I believe that being married to the woman that he is married to, allows him to portray a certain image, but at the end of the day, he’s a just a nigga… I often times think of the verse from Trick Daddy’s America when I think of him:
You only got 2 bucks and
give less than a fuck --
then you a nigga
Got a nice home and a Lexus
truck -- you a nigga
World champions and you
M.V.P -- you a nigga
4 degrees and a Ph.D -- still a nigga
You use your platinum ??
for ID's -- then you's a
nigga
If your skin is brown
just like me -- then you
a nigga
Got a promotion and a
FAT ass raise -- you
still a nigga
You from the islands and
your peoples wasn't
slaves -- you a nigga
No matter how much your
ass get paid -- you
still a nigga
Shot by the cops at a
traffic stop -- cause
you a nigga…
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<!--[endif]--> And with the title of being a bona fide nigga comes the bona fide truth that a great deal of niggaz lies thru their damn teeth! Example: he has this thing for saying, that wifey is in her “wing” and he is in his “wing” of the house” now if you didn’t know any better, you would think that he lived in a mansion or even a mini mansion… he lives in a fucking townhouse! You can’t have “wings” in a fuckin townhouse, it’s more like “floors” she got her floor, and you got your floor! FLOORS mutha fucka, FLOORS! … WTF? Any who, I’m getting off track…
In re-opening the lines of communication with the intention to fuck him, cuz truth be told I have yet to find someone as nasty as him, granted I have had bigger, harder, longer lasting, firmer dicks, I have yet to find anyone who is as “naturally” nasty as him… there’s good dick and there’s nasty dick, I like good nasty dick! Lol but the more he continues with the bullshit lying, and not keeping his damn word, the more turned off I become... what’s so sad about this, is that, this is this mans “normal” at least it’s his normal with me… as I sit here and give it further thought, how sad it is that a man can claim to love you and still continue to hit you with bullshit… the other sad thing is this: if he would jus keep his damn mouth shut, and NOT come up with these brilliant non existent suggestions, we wouldn’t be going thru this bullshit! Oh but yes, he’s supa nigga, he can do that! Lawd help him, and help me for putting up with the madness! When I see him slipping into his ‘Rani way’, I once again find myself wondering, what the fuck is wrong with me? And why am I subjecting myself to this mans craziness? I mean damn, am I a fuckin martyr? The whole say one thing and do another… the inability to keep his word, and his inability to admit when he can’t keep his word… how much screaming and hollering can one damn person do about the same damn issue? And at what point will he “get it”? (hell, when will I get it!) He continues to suggest that we do something, but he can never do it? He continues to express his desire to spend time, and yet he can’t do it… and the interesting thing is I could give a fuck; I’m only interested in the SEX… I don’t feed into his so called wishes, but I can’t help but analyze it, because I don’t understand how his mind works, and why he does what he does… and for some crazy reason, I want to figure this shit out! (that’s me… always analyzing shit!) I’m at a point, where I could give a fuck about spending time, talking on the phone, and the I love you’s… that shit means NOTHING to me (although it is funny as hell… in a pathetic kinda way)... I don’t need to break bread, I don’t need to sip on cocktails, I don’t need any of that from him… yet he insist on putting shit on the table without actually making it happen! Someone please tell me why this man does this? He continues to reach out, knowing damn well he brings nothing to my world… well, maybe he brings his nasty sex, but other than that, nothing, and let’s be honest; he can’t even make that happen, nigga so damn scared of his damn man-wife, he’s not willing to make it happen! (this is some crazy ass shit)…
For the past two months, he has made these bullshit attempts to get together with the intention of FUCKIN, and he has yet to make that shit happen… he finds out I have a job (via 360 blast) and the communication goes from weekly to daily, and he decides he wants to celebrate by taking me to lunch… and I tell him: don’t do that, don’t set yourself up! But nooooo, he still doesn’t “get it” … and let’s be real, I’m still waiting for the lunch date from the last job offer which was 2 years ago… And I’m still waiting for this idiot to acknowledge that he can’t make that happen!
Lawd help him, and help me! Papi, realize this: concerning affairs outside of the bedroom, you have been conditioned to treat me like shit… and I’m ok with that, I know you’re a piece of shit, and you will always be a piece of shit when it comes to me… I have no need to do anything that does not involve any form of sexual activity… basically you are a piece of shit, with a nasty dick, no more, no less! So, listen up, when you get the nerve, the balls, and the loot to arrange a soiree, outside of my damn home (btw, you are no longer welcome in my home!) Then, you let a sista know! All that other shit, that makes you want to communicate with me, regarding none sexual shit, such as; how’s lil man? how’s the job? my momma? And my life? that ain’t your concern! Find another ear-piece mine is all waxed da hell up!
With all that said, and believe it or not, papi has taught me a valuable lesson when it comes to dealing with the opposite sex! No longer do I “sit on things” when I notice inconsistencies, I deal with them immediately… now, this can be a good or bad thing… but men, y’all gotta stop with the bullshit!
This brings me to another experience that continues to baffle the hell outta me! Now, I met this dude online, (hmmm could the common thread be INTERNET MEN) he appeared to be a decent dude, had nice conversation etc… god fearing, kid loving, and a freak… not nasty, but a freak… so as I get to know this dude I found myself getting more and more comfortable with sharing something’s that were going on with me… my sharing was nothing more than getting shit off my chest, I didn’t want or expect him to do shit about my situation… and suddenly, he decided he wants to help me… and I was more than appreciative… now dude gives me all these damn dates, as to when he’s gonna do x,y and z… and it never happens! One thing after another… and he too can’t acknowledge shit… lawd help me what is goin on with men today! Now, when I call him out on his shit, cuz for real it was a great deal of shit…. Lie after lie, from Victoria's Secret to cell phones, to birthday gifts and some other insignificant shit (which is the real clincher! This is all insignificant shit, but a mass of insignificant shit can lead to a BIG problem) I decided it was time to speak on his shit… and dude tells me that “I appear to be the kind of woman that keeps a tally of everything a person tells them”… now is that not how shit works? But on another note, if ya ass was real with ya shit, I wouldn’t be keeping tally! Hells don’t trip on me; look at self… any who isn’t that human nature to remember what folks tell you? Especially the “important” shit? So I called him out, and dude goes on to say that, he’s a man of his word, and low n behold, he still ain’t kept his word, and the dude had the nerve to lie and say it’s in the mail! Now, why couldn’t he just be upfront and say, I can’t do it? *smh* Lol, what is that? Now the killer is this; in both of these situations, this is a case of niggaz putting their damn foot in there mouth! I’m not asking for a lot… I only ask that you be real, and stop with the bullshit! I mean damn, it’s one thing to communicate and another thing to over communicate… now, the sad thing about this dude is his mouth pretty much fucked up a blooming friendship… rest assured he won’t see it that way… they never do!
Listen, if you can’t do something, just say it, and dammit, don’t go volunteering shit, when you know damn well; you can’t make it happen…
Lawd help me… I feel better!
All that to say this, I refuse to tolerate bullshit from the old or the new… come correct or don’t come at all, and if you come at me with the bullshit, I will call you on it, with NO hesitation…
 I hear it time and time again…
Boy meets girl… Boy likes girl… Boy spends more time with girl… Then the REAL girl comes out… Boy not like REAL girl as much as he likes her… REPRESENTATIVE! What’s up with that? For years I’ve gotten into deep conversations with men regarding the REPRESENTATIVE… I’ve never understood the concept… Isn’t it easier to just be you from the start? Without all the pretentious bullshit?… Now usually I’d have a story or two to relate too… but, this time I don’t! I am the same damn person from date one until the end… my dress may change, my makeup may change, the color of my nails may change, but Teal the person, will remain the same… granted, I may mood swing on ya ass, but hell I’m human, and what’s life without an occasional mood swing? Now, I gotta admit I do go into modes: there’s mommie mode, work mode, freak mode, and slouch mode (usually my in bed all day on Sunday mode)… but, at the end of the day, I don’t have the energy to give academy award winning performances for each and every dude I meet.. take me as I am, or don’t take me AT ALL… From a womans perspective I will say that more and more men are jumping on the REPRESENTATIVE bad wagon… going thru great lengths to make themselves appear one way, when really it’s something totally different… I’ve had dudes tell me all types of shit. Braggin about what they have, and where they live, just bullshit! The interesting thing is this: I could give a fuck! I will always be interested in the content of your character instead of the content of your home… I’ve been high, and loved every minute of it, and now I’m at my lowest low, but no matter where I am in life, I will always be Teal, straight no chaser, no damn representative… So, today’s blog is about the so called REPRESENTATIVE… I wanna hear from all of you! Sistah’s do you dust off your oscar on occasion in order to wooo that special someone? Brotha’s do you know of woman or two who is worthy of an oscar due to her award winning performances? And lastly, my Sistah’s have you run across this new breed of lying ass meet my representative men? Talk to me peeps, cuz I’m on a need to know basis, and momma needs to know! *wink*
 This blog was inspired by real life events and most recently tonites Prime Time Live...
...While in college my best friend Jackie developed Lupus... after being diagnosed, she became deathly ill, pretty much immobile... During this time she was dating a guy, and pretty much lived with him... When she fell ill, he took damn good care of her, fed her, bathed her, and medicated her... He pretty much stood by her side, which was shocking considering he was a man, and a very young man, and it was very early in their relationship... While he was in class her soror’s and myself would take care of her... I began to notice one of her soror’s took extra care of her... She would sleep over, and watch over her just like a sister... In the meantime, she was fucking her man... Lovin him up in the next bedroom... I always felt something strange was going on, and it would eat me alive... Finally people started to come and tell me about ole boy, and ms thang... They would see them out and about in the next town, at the movies, or in the grocery store all coupled up... After while, they were no longer hiding it, it soon became a "public affair"... ...When I started to see it for myself, I was dumb founded... So, I immediately call my mother... Lawd, I remember it like it was yesterday... If I close my eyes, I can see myself standing in the hallway on the 4th floor pay phone of Young Hall, at good ole Langston University (Oh the memories of ole Young Hall)... Any who, moms told me, NOT to say a thing! She went on to say that if I value this friendship, and wanted to maintain the friendship, I would keep my mouth shut, and be there for her when and if she needed me... ...We argued about this for over an hour! How could I her best friend, hang out with her knowing that her man is fuckin her soror, right under her nose? I didn’t know what to do, but, I knew I couldn’t tell her while the Lupus was kicking her in the ass... And I had also hoped that, once she got better, the craziness with him and ms thang, would end... ...Well, a few months later, the Jackie I knew and loved returned and she was her normal spunky, fun loving self... She and ole boy flourished, and so did he and ms thang! The rumors continued to fly around our small little HBCU, and soon at this point I felt it was my duty to tell her... ...Biggest mistake of my life... ya know, sometimes, momma really does know best! After telling my friend of 12 years of his dirty deed, she kicked my ass to the curb for 2 years... I was devastated, losing her, was like losing a sister... Although we recovered, and quickly got back to where we were, we still lost two years... And of course, I had no clue that she would die 8 years later, now, I feel like those two years without her, was a lifetime... ...It’s funny, but all women say they want to know if there significant otha, boyfriend, husband or lover is cheating on them, but I firmly believe that not all women really want to know... ...The following semester, I left good ole Oklahoma and headed to UMES in Princess Anne, Md, I formed a friendship with a girl that till this day we are still friends, although we aren’t speaking right now, I know she would stop drop and roll for my ass... as the friendship flourished post college, we broaden our friendship base, in total there are 6 of us... Back in the day, are weekends would consist of getting twisted and clubbing,... One particular get twisted night, we got to talking about men, and cheating, and we vowed that no matter what if we were aware of one of our other friends mates cheating, we would, step to the friend and inform them, of there mans behavior... 10, possibly 12 years later, I know for a fact that one of the girls husbands is having a long term long distance relationship... Another ones man cheats on the regular, and uses his job as an excuse, and he has actually made a move or two on me! Although he was tipsy, we all know a drunk mind speaks, and acts the sober truth... And lastly, I’ve had one other girlfriend who’s man has made many a move on me.. Actually at least 3 of her previous men have made moves on me... One dude she met on a cruise ship, and told both of us, that I was the one he wanted, and every time he got drunk he made it VERY clear, in his slick, fucked up manly way... ...Now, knowing what I know from my past experience, I have NOT said shit to any of these friends... Now, some of you may say: what a fucked up friend she is! But, in knowing these women, I feel that I have made a wise decision... ...For me, the key in telling a friend about her cheating man, is knowing the friend! Knowing how she would take it, and how she would go about approaching him, and the situation... I’m the kind of chick that wants to know, and on the real, I usually know when my man is cheating, my gut NEVER lies... Yes, I would be devastated, but at the same time, I know how to play the game... See, I’m the kinda woman who would keep that information, and build my case... Once I have enough evidence, then, and only then would I approach my man... These friends of mine, would immediately go into attack and approach mode... And when you do that, you leave your self open for the bullshit... A smart man will work that shit! Especially if the friend who shared knowledge of the cheating mans way is single, such as myself.. See, if your single and you have married or committed friends, the cheating man always makes the single girlfriend out to be jealous, or a hater... So, I’m careful when it comes to spilling the beans about my friends man... It’s a matter of knowing your friend, and knowing how she would take it, and how she would handle it... But, best believe when the deal goes down, I’m right by her side, helping her in anyway possible to lift her from the ashes... ...I personally don’t believe in breaking up happy homes... Now if girlfriend is feeling something ain’t right, then yes, i’mma spill the beans, but, if things appear to be healthy, and she’s genuinely happy, then I’m staying out of it... ...So tell me, ladies and gents, would you air the dirty laundry, and keep his dirty lil secret, or would you come clean with, risking years of friendship? Is my way of thinking fucked up? Be real with me, I wanna know what you think! Talk to me peeps, Ms Teal is on a need to know basis... And I needs to know! *wink* post scripts and so called after thoughts: i can't help but wonder how we as men and women would handle the situation if your friend has a "good man" or "good woman" and they are cheating on them... is it different? as a friend would we speak to the friend regarding his or her actions , or would we speak to the clueless significant otha? or would we sit back and shut da fuck up? hmmmm! no matter how you cut it, this is a tricky ass situation!
 ...first and foremost, this blog was inspired by a long time 360 friend who has found love on 360... What has inspired this blog was the love that was found by two people who live in different states, and in different time zones...
...if you know nothing about me, you should know by now, that I believe in the power of love... I believe that if the love is real, it can survive anything, it can survive distance, it can survive during long stretches of being apart, it can survive adversity, and it can survive the day to day struggle that the modern day in your face, day-to-day couple endures, such as life, bills, career, lack of communcation, depression, and even "ordinary" sex! ...originally when I began my internet journey it was for the sole purpose of finding my one, in about a years time, that journey turned into my filling a sexual need... Over the years I have gone from one extreme to the other regarding what it is I seek as I surf the net... Right now, I’m pleased to announce that love, nor sex are front n' center as I surf the net, now it’s purely therapeutic entertainment... Trust, if someone comes along that rocks my cerebral world, I’m damn sure gonna pursue them, more importantly allow them to pursue me... But right now, I’m to busy trynna figure out what the next chapter of my life holds... ...in reading my friends blog to his special someone, I began to think of one of my "somewhat" serious net relationships... I met Mr. Mallard on black planet... He had an interesting look, a great profile, and he was older, which at the time meant, older men presented NO drama (not true!)... his profile stated that he was a local dude.... As we began to exchange notes on the planet, I soon learned that this man actually lived in Connecticut, but was born and raised in the DC Metro area... He worked in I.T., and traveled a GREAT deal.. When I finally got comfortable enough to begin talkin via phone he was in Oakland working on a major project... He had been in Oakland for 3 months, and was due to be there for several more weeks... I was particularly interested in this guy because one he had a great head on his shoulders... two, he was open to love and marriage, and finally he knew my dad... You see, his brother had gone to college on a scholraship that my dad sponsored, so his family was more than grateful to my family, and the family name... For whatever reason that meant a lot to me... And the guy was an overall good person... ...no matter how good of a person he was, there was always the issue of him living in another state looming in the back of my head... Although the fear of entering a long distance relationship was a major issue for me, I continued to explore the possibilities... He had stated that he was determined to get back to the metro area because his mom was getting older, and his daughter needed a hands on father... After nearly two months of chatting, emailing, and messaging, I finally made the trip to Connecticut.... Although the first 15mins were awkward ass hell, we had a great weekend, and that was the beginning of a 6 month, long distance relationship... we saw each other every two weeks, and it was nice... ...then, I realized that I needed more... I began to want the closeness of my lover... I started to realize that at 2:00a.m., I wanted more than a phone call! I wanted the option of jumping on the beltway, at 2:00a.m. and being in his arms 30mins later... sooo... Now you may ask, where da hell is she goin with this? Well, from the moment that my relationship ended with Mr. Mallard, I made a decision to NOT deal, chat, and or pursue men who were not in my tri-state area... Well, let me not say tri-state area, cuz on the real I wouldn’t even consider a dude who lived on the Eastern Shore, or say Virginia Beach (for the non locals, these areas are 2-4 hours away). So, I wouldn’t even indulge in innocent chat with a dude who wasn’t close enough for me to "reach out n’ touch"... ..the interesting thing is this: the dudes that I may be remotely interested in all live in other states! And after reading my friends blog regarding his new found love, I find myself wondering am I missing out on something? Do I need to release this barrier and, open myself up to someone who may not live in my tri-state area? Could I be blocking my love blessing? The truth of the matter is, love can blossom and flourish when the parties are not living in the same zip code! (Ms. GMB)... I’m wondering: am I Ms Teal, missing out?... Truth be told, I really don’t know! ...on the other side of the coin, I also know what I want, what I need, and how much of it I want, and mos def, how much of it I need! I know that long distance relationships require a great deal of work... I know that long distance relationships can cost a great deal of money... I know that long distance love requires dedication, trust, and PURE honesty... I know that long distance relationships can take a great deal of time... Time to travel, time away from home... And time ticking away in your brain space as u dream, desire, and wonder.... ...more than anything, I wonder... Could I possibly be blocking my love blessing by not opening myself to long distance love? I mean it sounds crazy, but in reading my friends blog, It has me thinkin about opening myself up to the possibilities... hmmmm, my dear friend you have planted a seed, and it is now time for me to decide if I’m gonna water it, and let the seed possibly flourish or let it dry up like a raisin in my sun... ...but first, I most focus on my life as it is today, my career and lack thereof... Once I figure that all out, I can then focus on Teal needing love! But then again, they always say love comes, when your NOT lookin for love... (Deep inside, I can only hope that’s true... By the way, I didn’t REALLY write that! Cuz, I ain’t lookin for love... Whateva!) *smile* ...give me your thoughts! How do u feel about long distance relationships... Have u been in one? If so, would u do it again? If not, why wouldn’t you! But more than anything, can love survive distance?
talk to me peeps... I wanna know what you think! *wink*
We as a society are so caught up in numbers! How many Benjamin’s we have? How many cars you own? Numbers, numbers, numbers, 10, 111, 21, 75, 5, damn numbers! The other day I was hanging with my girls and we got to talking about, how many partners we had, I stated my number, and then my girl stated her number, and we both agreed that we mos def had some stories to tell, and that these particular numbers need not be shared with are significant others, or potential significant others… bottom-line, dudes can’t handle hearing that their woman has slept with more than 5 men! I had the same conversation regarding my numbers with a 360 buddy who helps me pass the day… yesterday we were on a mid afternoon chat and somehow we got on the subject of how many partners I had… and because I know this guy, and I consider him to be a pretty cool dude; I shared my number without shame! It was funny because I told him NOT to share with anyone else, and he obliged… guess, i was lil ashamed.. NOT! I’m sitting here reflecting on both conversations and I have a few questions for my peeps… why is it important to know how many partners your significant other has had? But more than anything, why is it such a mind blower when I woman shares her magic number, and she is immediately labeled, and or thought of as a slut… but, let a man share his number, and he’s suddenly Don Juan, lover of many, heartbreaker of many more… I need help in understanding the “how many partners” numbers game is played in this day of sexual freedom, is it really THAT important? Especially if you know this person is sexually healthy, and not risking your life… but more than anything, when I look at my number of past partners, I realized that most of these soiree’s took place during a different time in my life... THE PAST! Does having knowledge of ones past partners change the rhythm of the blossoming relationship? This is the so called “real-talk” that I often hear about as I cruise the village of 360 and multiply… so talk to me peeps! Give me some “real-comments” on this real question… And if your really bold, what’s your magic partner number? Lol *muah*
 ...the weekend was interesting to say the least. After posting my dating profile, and finally getting it up and running, I went live on Thursday, by Friday morning I was overwhelmed by responses... So after I weeded thru the bad apples, I came across two dudes who would at least make for decent conversation... So I thought!... We emailed, chatted on the phone and then met for an up close and personal... Both dates took place on Saturday... One was a coffee and danish date, in between my pussy playing and the other took place early evening, once again in between pussy play, this date consisted of drinks and light fare... Overall they were both nice, but no love connection at all... ...date number one, was not my physical type... I prefer buff, well dressed men, and he was a itty bitty thing! What drew me to him, was his profile, and the style it was written, he came across as having a laid back demeanor, and his locks! Lawd, I love me a man with some locks, especially well maintained, non funkdafied locks... His conversation was cool, but he had a very thick accent, he was from South Carolina, and if you know anything about GeecheeâÂÂs, (if not peep the movie DaughterâÂÂs of the Dust, itâÂÂll break it down for ya!) from South Carolina, thatâÂÂs the type of accent he had... Very thick! ItâÂÂs along the lines of creole with a deep southern twist... The funny thing is when we spoke over the phone I could understand him much better, but in person was another story, his accent was incomprehensible ... Maybe it was nerves... Anywho, he was a cool dude, but he was so damn thin, I was scared to sit next to his ass, hell I thought I would break him... So we drank our starbucks and ate are pastries, and I attempted to do all the talkin to stop my self from askin him to repeat himself 500 times... Overall a nice ice breaker to the IâÂÂm lookin for a mate, not play mate chronicles... before I move on, let me just tell you how thin he was... My wrists, note I said "wrists" were bigger than his legs... Gotta be honest the deviant in me was wondering about the package, experience has taught me that thin dudes carry their weight in their dicks! Lol... ...date number two, was a nerd! A cute nerd, but a nerd... He was handsome, well dressed, well versed, and well educated, and I firmly believe that he spends a great deal of time trying to fit in... he made several attempts to use slang, only to misuse it, and he had the nerve to refer to me as âÂÂsisterâÂÂ, not âÂÂsistahâÂÂ, I was dying inside! Poor thing, when I realized what I was dealing with, I had to switch gears, and revert to my private school days! Yawl do know that a bitch wears many hats... I can go from prim and proper to ghetto fabulous in a matter of seconds! So, he was also cool, but no chemistry at all... Funny thing is I think he was straight feelin me, cuz dude has been callin me non stop... I guess I need to have the "conversation" with him, the IâÂÂm not interested conversation... WeâÂÂll see... He enjoys doin cultural shit so he may be worth my while on that level... ...did I mention that I played with my pussy pretty much all day Saturday? Well let me tell you, ainâÂÂt no play like pussy play... Of course IâÂÂd prefer someone else playing in it, but as they say, and as I keep telling myself, good things comes to those who wait! My ass was on fiyah this weekend... The pussy was leakin, and I made every attempt to stop the leakage or at least provide a nice soothing environment to promote more leaking! So, with cocktails in system, and some fresh batteries for the toys, me, my pussy, my bed, and my toys bonded in a extra special way! Hell I even pulled out the webcam to capture the moment... (no, IâÂÂm not sharing!) ...for me the art of pussy play is a serious art, requiring preparation and proper mind set... More than anything, the nut is all about being in the proper state of mind... This weekend I had multiple vision of being consumed by my "perfect man"... My perfect man is made up of several of my exâÂÂs, they all had some great qualities mixed in with their fucked up ways, what I do is take the best of all of them to create my perfect man, when IâÂÂm dreamin up dream man, I tend to focus on the personality, but Saturday I focused on the sexual... Let me break it down for ya! ...I took a lil Dennis cause he loved to fuck in the ass, and his dick was perfect for that, not to thick, not to thin, and just the right length... I let him have his way with my ass, while I had my way with my tits imagining him, slamming me in my ass... ItâÂÂs all about the mental visual baby! ...I took a lil Talib, cuz that mutha fucka, is drop dead fuckin gorgeous, and he has the body of Adonis, and although he works out like crazy, he has a very nice package, and although his ass would only fuck me once a week, cuz I "suck the life" outta of him, vision of his body are enough to get a sista off! Plus he , was an excellent kisser! ...I took a lil Akil, cuz his dick is to die for! 14 inches long, and thick as all get out... Now I include him in most of my fantasies these days, cuz, I canâÂÂt lie, IâÂÂm dying for some monster dick! Fuck it, IâÂÂm honest... and peep this, this dude can cum a hundred times, and will still get hard! I LOVE THAT SHIT!... Plus Akil is a straight up freak of nature, and freak by nature.... HeâÂÂs a nasty, down to earth dude, and his overall skill would put the average dude to shame... I envisioned my suckin on his dick, while I stroked my kitty, then I imagined him slapping my face with his fat ass dick! Umph, umph, umph to suck on a dick that big is true poetry in motion! (I got pics, but most of you have seen them already!) ...lastly, I took good ole reliable Papi... I took his ass, cuz heâÂÂs a nasty perverted mutha fucka, and he takes me places that know one else has ever taken me... But for the purpose of Saturday nite, his job was to tweak the nipples, as you all know I got this thang for nipple torture, and papi is the only dude that doesnâÂÂt require detail instruction on how to bite, twist, and slap a tit... That shit comes natural to his sick ass! Hmmm, maybe thatâÂÂs why wifey doesnâÂÂt fuck him! Oh well, someone single and better will appear... (So they say!) Plus, heâÂÂs the only one I trust to spank my ass, lawd knows I could use a good spanking! (Not to be administered by joe blow from 360, so donâÂÂt volunteer!) ...I topped it all off with a little visual spanking, and I came in delight! And that my dear friends was jusâ one session! Oh what a day, and nite I had... I played with the pussy to the point of wakin up in the fetal position, and fingers nicely placed in pussy, and a nice wet spot on the sheets... ..and here I sit 48 hours later, ready for lil man to enter that knocked da fuck out stage of sleep, so I can create some more fantasies, making for another awesome nut! ...have a great week peeps!
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