Last night I found myself watching nightline, actually its something I watch every night, damn I miss Ted Koppel… any who last nights show caught every bit of my attention…  Cynthia McFadden was the reporter, and also is adopted… pretty much it revolved around a woman who had a sickly son, her son had a rare from of cancer… her son is now in remission, but the doctors suggested researching her bloodline… in an effort to save her son, she started her mission… she hired a woman who’s also adopted who has perfected the art of finding the natural parents of adopted children…

 

After a lil internet searching, the woman was able to find the agency that her client was placed in…  the client (the adopted woman) goes in, and gets some basic information… her mom was young, a teacher, and she had had an affair with a young man and ended up pregnant…  because this all took place forty years ago, the woman felt she had no choice but to give the child up for adoption…  she was also catholic, so having a child out of wedlock was a big no-no, till this day it’s a no-no, but back then, you were sure to become an automatic outcast…     so, the woman obains preliminary info from the agency and immediately shares the info with the woman she hired to assist her in her search…  the woman immediately goes to the internet and finds the mom…

 

She’s a retired teacher, appears to be stable… now, the woman from the agency suggested that she write a letter, where are the woman she hired to help her suggested calling her…  I’m not sure how I feel about calling… If I were fortunate enough to locate my natural mother, I would most likely write a letter… 

 

After several hours of coaching, the adopted woman calls her natural mom, and although you couldn’t hear the conversation, you could tell that the woman was NOT happy about her calling, and interrupting her life… all you could hear was her repeated apologies… she told her natural mom that she loved her, and she also thanked her for giving her up for adoption as he has had a happy life and had some awesome parents…  I guess the woman responded, and she told her that she was stable and she was not looking to cause her harm, she then went into the situation with her son, and began to inquire about the family medical history, and she ended the call by thanking her and giving the natural mother her phone number…

 

The call ends, and then Cynthia McFadden began to ask questions about the call…  the woman stated that the natural mom was 70 years old, and she had grown children, and she also told her hat no one knew, not her husband, not her kids, NO ONE…   and that was the end of that…

 

The segment ended with Cynthia McFadden following up with her 8 months later… and she had NOT heard form her birth mother… man, I lost it!  I cried, and cried, and cried some more… then I called my mom and she cried… it was an emotional moment for Ms Teal…    my mom has ALWAYS been supportive of my finding my borht parents, my dad on the other hand was oppsed to it…  the interesting thing is that he could have made one call, and the search coulda ended, but it never happened…  I guess he had his reasons… 

 

There was a time that I actively searched for my birth mom, thousands of dollars later nothing…  it was always an off and on kind of search…  the thing that would always get me would be those damn Sally Jesse Raphael reunion shows, and also Oprah’s reunion shows..  They always put me in search mode… 

 

Last night’s nightline confirmed my biggest fear…  WHAT IF THEY DON’T WANT TO KNOW ME?  Another damn rejection…  it’s interesting as much as I’d like to see who I look like, and how many siblings I may have, and If I have a big family I’m always concerned about the rejection…

 

The story ended with the pending laws that are being passed in various states, with Maine being the first…  sometime in the near future, the state of Maine will begin opening adoption records…  something as simple as a written letter will put folks such as myself that much closer to their birth parents…   WOW!  

 

As much as it excites me, it still scares me…   I can only hope that I will be afforded the opporuntity to place my eyes on my birth mother before I die… 

 

What do you think?  Do you think that adopted children should be able to see adoption records?  Do you think it’s fair for the birth parent to suddenly open the door, and the kid they gave away some 40 odd years ago is there waiting to receive them with open arms?  Or do you think the kids should just get over it and accept the fact they will forever be left with a void, a feeling of NOT belonging? 

 

This is some deep stuff! Some of you will not understand what the big deal is, because you aren’t adopted and you know your natural parents… but then there are those few who will truly understand where I’m coming from, because you are adopted, and you know how it feels to live life feeling like something’s missing… 

 

For me, it’s a matter of having a connection, knowing who I look like, and most importantly knowing where I come from… hell, I want to know where this 38dd’s come from!  lol   

 

 

note: it was my intention to post this only on VV, but I decided to also post it here...  for whatever reason, I felt the need to share that! 

I’m far from a lurker but on VV I lurk…  and the more lurking I do, the more I take in, the more I learn…  and ladies let me tell ya, a sista has learned a lot… 

 

I am definitely bi…  but, the more I learn about the ladies of VV the more I realize that there are obvious levels of bisexuality…  now, don’t ask me what the levels are, cuz I’m still trynna figure that out!  Lol, but this much I know for sure:

 

I love women…

 

I love watching them in and out the bedroom…

 

I enjoy kissing women…

 

I enjoy touching women…

 

I enjoy playing in pussy with my fingers…

 

And I absolutely ADORE breast… 

 

I like them ALL sizes… From DDD’s too  plump B’s…

 

But…

 

I really don’t know how I feel about eating pussy…

 

I enjoy playin in it…

 

And I do enjoy eating it…

 

But,  eating pussy is not something I enjoy doing the most, nor is it something I must do…  now, don’t get me wrong, cuz every so often I run into someone, where I can get my eat on, and I enjoy what I’m doing…  but, if there’s no TRUE connection, I often times feel like it’s a chore…  I’m basically reciprocating in kind… But, let me run into my ideal woman, with a mind, body, and soul I adore… And it’s ON…

 

Now, with all that said…

 

What I enjoy the most about women, are the ones who enjoy eating me…

 

The ones who get off on getting me off...

 

The ones who wanna feast in my pussy, and play with my tits…

 

I’m far from a selfish lover and will always give what I get…

 

But what I truly desire is passion with a woman… 

 

True animalistic passionate sex!

 

I’ve had it once, and one of these days I hope to have it again…

 

BTW, Thanks “J” I’ve never had an experience like the one we had 2 summers ago…  

 

So, with that said… as I continue to learn, and I continue to explore, and I continue to lurk…  I will soon find that perfect woman, with the perfect mind, a gentle soul,  with that perfect pussy that makes me melt at the sight of it, smile at the smell of it,  that perfect woman that’ll have me savoring  every moment as I eat it…

 

The joys of life no black, no white, just mad shades of grey…

 

*smooches*

 

Ps., if you’re a Bi-Sista (or even Bi-Curious)  lookin for an online home, then check out Vice~Versa, help us, help Storm (the owner of VV)  reach her goal of 300 hundred members strong by October!  

 

http://viceversa.ning.com/ Click the link, and explore a whole new world!

 

 

Y’all know I got this thing for nipple torture, right?

 

It’s my thing…

 

It’s the one thing that makes me tingle, and gets the pussy soakin fuckin wet…

 

I’ve tried everything...

 

From clothes pins to nipple clamps…

 

To binder clips, to clamps with barbells…

 

But the piece da resistance for my tortured tits is…  

 

*drum roll please*

 

The almighty pant hanger!  (Yes bitches, I SAID paint hanger)

 

Not that plastic shit from TARGET…

 

The REAL shit from back in da day… 

 

METAL and plastic…

 

Lawd help me…   my ass was in tit torture heaven…

 

So, lemme tell ya how it went down…

 

I’m chilling, slightly twisted, and feelin VERY wet… 

 

Not my regular wet, but that summertime sloppy fuckin wet…

 

I was luxuriating in my creamy treasure…

 

Enjoying the spongy wetness of my g-spot… 

 

Just all up in the pussy… shit was so wet, I could feel it trickling down my fat ass thighs…

 

But, ya know me…  Ms Hard Ta Nut! 

 

Always workin hard for her mutha fuckin nut… 

 

And trust, I’ll make ya ass work hard too… 

 

Ummmhmmm, I’m that challenge YOU think YOU want… but really can’t handle…  lol 

 

Anywho…

 

The pussy is WET…

The thoughts are DEEP…

 

And all I wanted was a lil PAIN…

 

But, NOT my normal pain…

 

I wanted something DIFFERENT…

 

Something NEW….

 

Something STRANGE…

 

Feel me?

 

I’m on the bed… rockin the pussy and outta nowhere…

 

The Slack Hanger APPEARS…

 

A good ole’ DOUBLE clamp pant hanger…

 

My mind is now in unchartered, chartered territory…

 

All the while getting WETTER  and WETTER…

 

Next thing you know I’m grabbing the pant hanger…

 

And the pussy is watching my EVERY move…

 

The feline bitch, loves to watch mami play in her pussy…

 

And you know what?

 

Mami likes it too… 

 

Yea, I got issues… and that’s ALRIGHT! 

 

Ya know why, it’s ALRIGHT?  Cuz I’m alright with ME! 

 

Where was I? …  ME AND MY “I’M ALRIGHT WITH ME” TANGENTS!

 

I grabbed that hanger, and I popped in this porn flick…

 

I’m watching this big tittie bitch squirt all ova the screen…

 

All the while getting what?  WETTER AND FUCKIN WETTER…

 

Can you say:  MUTHA FUCKIN MONSOON?

 

I love it when I get there… that beyond wet… that MONSOON wet! 

 

No lube required… just grab the nipples and let the RIVER flow…

 

*smh* 

 

I scare myself!  Cuz when I step into this zone… 

 

IT’S OVA…

 

The bitch on da screen is squirting EVERYWHERE…

 

I play with the spot…

 

And next thing yaw know the bitch on the screen is getting royally FUCKED…

 

HARD…  I mean HARD… 

 

And the moment that white mutha fucka slammed his fat ass dick in her wet ass pussy…

 

I was ready to CLAMP THESE BITCHES DOWN…

 

One NIPPLE at a time…

 

Right at the TIP… 

 

Nice and TIGHT…

 

Nice and RIGHT…

 

And with a TUG here…

 

And a PULL there…

 

I NUTTED every fuckin WHERE…

 

Don’t fuck with me! 

 

I’m the BITCH ya MOMMA didn’t warn YOU about!

 

Now, close ya mouth… this was AN “A LOVE” REAL TIME EXPERIENCE…

 

Got QUESTIONS?

 

Cuz…

 

I got ANSWERS…

First and foremost my ass has been horny as hell…  FOI (the Muslim Ex) came in town, and we spent Wednesday and Thursday evening at The Ritz doing what we do… talking shit, eaten good ass food, and drink some good ass liquor!  The deal with FOI is that he’s a big buff, beautiful dude, with the body of a Greek God, and I get off on just being around him!  Not to mention he has a mean ass tongue, and a mighty dick…  lol  FOI and I have known each other for over 15 years, we were a couple for about 3 of those years, and he was really “my one”, but like a lot of men, he really didn’t know how to deal with his feelings for me, and the relationship slowly died when he admitted that he loved me…  and as with most of my ex boyfriends we maintained a close relationship…  although he moved back home to Houston, whenever he’s in town which is several times a year, we hook up…  now, before I hook up with him, I always have to inquire about the “type” of visit…  you see FOI has always told me that I “suck the life out of him”, and most of our visits consist of us talking shit with the band members (he’s head of security for Frankie B and Maze), and drinking…   but this time was different, when he called to tell me he was in town, and he wanted to spend some time with me, I asked him: what kind of visit will this be?  See, I need to know what mindset should I be in prior to getting there… if I know out the gate we ain’t fuckin then I’m good...  but if I get to him, and I’m horny and all he wants to do is snuggle, my ass is pissed… this time, he didn’t respond… he simply told me to: get my ass to Georgetown… and I told him: I’m on my way…  So, we meet, we greet, I hang out with the crew and we then check out the new tour bus, which was the bomb, and I attempted to break it in, but someone beat us to it, and was in the mix as we walked in (damn groupies)… we take it to the room, and dude gave up the goodies, and I once again SUCKED THE LIFE OUT OF HIM….  Maybe I FUCKED the life outta him, either way, nukka was humming when it was ova!  Lol

 

Now, that was both Wednesday and Thursday evening… the problem with good dick, is you want better dick…  I woke up on the fourth hungry for some dick, but I really didn’t want to be bothered…  So, I got pleasure from my toys and went on about my plans for the 4^th…  the whole time I’m chilling I’m thinking about how got damn wet my pussy was….  And that was the beginning of my “mission possible”! 

 

Saturday I was supposed to start training at the new gig…  I get there and the trainer has called in sick… due to the fact that my ass had a major hangover (thanks K, and Sisters!)  I was happy to carry my happy black ass home…  but I still had one big problem, I was still HORNY…  see the issue with getting good dick is you want more, all the damn time…  so I had an itch that needed to be scratched, BAD!  But first, I needed to sleep off my hangover, and get some much needed rest…

 

I woke up around 3, and I immediately starting calling folks… mainly dudes I have yet to fuck, but wanna fuck, but never got around to fucking… see, I’m a freak, but I’m a selective, conservative moody ass freak… my true freakdom doesn’t start to flourish until John leaves for the summer, and John “officially”  left this morning and the freak officially woke up after my mid afternoon nap…  lol

 

So I’m making calls and no one answers… after while folks start calling me back, they are no where in the area, there at the beach, or at family reunions, all types of shit… basically unavailable… one dude was so happy I finally called he offered to cut his beach weekend short by two days just to serve a sista up lovely…  I told him to chill, and enjoy, and I would catch him in the weeks to come…   now, I’ve exhausted all my resources, and I’m still HORNY! 

 

And somehow, some way, I ended up on Fling.Com.  Now, I’ve been on fling for a minute… it’s a cool sex sight, that I visit for a good laugh…  I’ve met a few dudes on fling, mainly for drinks, and a lil explicit conversation, but no sex… yesterday it was about the sex…  I logged on and just waited… within 15mins, I had well over 40 messages, and I began to weed thru them, tossing out the bad apples…  I narrowed it down to 4 prospects, which soon became 2…  one dude I was kind of interested in, but he was young (26), and young dudes don’t know how to savor good pussy, they wanna run up in it, and then repeat the process 10 mins later..  Which is fine on occasion, but I wanted a good session… after listening to the youngin go on and on about his tool, I decided he was NOT the one… so, I focus on prospect number 2, we’ll call him “O” aka Mr. Fatty…

 

So, “O”, and I had some really good conversation via chat, we didn’t once talk about sex, and I liked that…  the quickest way to get my attention via the net is to NOT go into sex on the initial conversation…  we chatted, and then we spoke over the phone…  I told him that I was trynna get out the house and he said he wanted to cuddle, and taste me…  so we arrange to meet…  he gets a room, and some drinky~drinky, and I agree to meet him there…

 

I get to the spot, and we greeted with a hug, and then we sat and talked and drank for several hours… we decided we were hungry, and he ordered a pizza, as he ordered the pizza the FUN began…  I’m lying across the bed, and dude starts straight eating my ass out… man it was good!  He was fucking the hell outta my ass with his tongue, I’m steady gyrating, and he begins to finger fuck my ass all the while talking to the domino pizza man!  It was nice nasty clean innocent fun…  after he gets off the phone, he flips me ova and starts to straight fuck my ass hole with his tongue, thrusting it in and out, all the while finger fuckin my pussy… 

 

Suddenly, he’s like; let’s make a video…  hmmmm, now that sounds like a plan!  I haven’t made a video in some time, and although I don’t know this dude from Adams house cat, I decided to go for it, plus I know how to position myself, so that my face isn’t showing…  he hooks up the laptop, brings it closer, to the bed, and I start suckin the hell outta his dick….  Oh my goodness y’all his dick wasn’t the longest dick, but oh my goodness that joint was FAT TA DEATH!  Man I started, suckin, and spitting, and slapping my face with a that fat piece of meat, and my ass was in heaven…   he then throws me across the bed, and begins to eat this pussy real good… dude starting humming, and shit, had the clit vibrating, and outta nowhere, a bitch was straight nuttin, all ova the place… and then came the knock at the door!  This dude had a great personality… he jumps up, off the pussy and yells, PIZZA MAN… throws on his boxer briefs, and gets the pizza… 

 

We pause for the pizza eating cause, and take a moment to enjoy our movie!  Man, I gotta tell ya, we made one helluva video… lawd help me!  So, we finish eating, and dude proceeded to eat my pussy…   he ate for what seemed like hours, constantly telling me how good I taste, how wet I am, and how good it smells…  dude was eating the pussy, like he was a freed hostage!   And I loved every minute of it… but dammit, I wanted that fat dick!  So I bust one off, and suck his dick, until he bust one off, he nuts on the girls, and I give him a few moments to gather him self…  just enough time to get the juices flowing in Mr. Fatty…

 

We both take a cat nap, and next thing I know dude is eating me from behind, and I’m wide awake…   I toot my ass up, and raises up, and dude slid Mr. Fatty in Ms Wet~Wet, and Ms Wet~Wet was WET!  Whew damn was she wet…  now Ms Wet~Wet loves getting it from the back, doggy style…  you see, Ms Wet~Wet likes to buck when she fucks, and lawd help me, what she do that for?  Lawd y’all, I did that, and dude was GONE…  I started fucking that dick, and dude started slapping that ass real HARD, I took a hand and started tweaking these nipples, and before you know it, Mr. Fatty, and Ms Wet~Wet, were throbbing and cumming at the same damn time!  I hadn’t experienced a nut in unison in some time…  

 

A great night was had by all, and I must say my ass musta been mad fuckin horny, cuz mami don’t cum for everyone…  

 

So here I sit on a Sunday afternoon, pussy throbbing as I write this, thinking about, how I can get more dick, in Ms Wet~Wet…  and until I figure that out, I’ll play in it!  Lol

 

Hope you guys had a great Holiday Weekend…  I must say my weekend was great, I spent time with good friends, saw my daughter and grandson, and took great pleasure in creating my own fireworks, and at this point, I’m trynna figure out how I can create a few more!

 

Have a great week, babies…

A few months ago, a friend of mine contacted me about submitting a video for Big Brother... I’ve always said that I would do WELL on Big Brother... I’m pretty good at reading people and can pretty much size you up within an hour of being in your presence... Due to the current condition of my weight, and a few other things, I declined... Trust, I will regret the hell outta my decision come July when the show airs! My ass is basically giving away $500 grand! lol

This same friend submitted his tape and has since submitted tapes to other reality shows... The interesting thing is that this particular friend has mad skeletons in his closet, and goodness knows, he need not go on ANY show! By the time they dig in his past, he will BE the reality show...

So, as I sit here, listening to the rain, and praying to all things holy that the power does not go out, and I don’t miss Top Chef, I got one question for ya! Well, maybe two questions...

Would you consider being on a reality tv show? If so, which one...

Do you think your life is interesting enough to be the focus of a reality tv show?

What role would you play? Ladies, would you be the bitch, the girl next door, the whore, or the ghetto fabulous one? - Guys would you be the playa, the athlete, the all American boy, the manipulator, or the thugged rugged dude from the hood?

Lastly, if given the chance to be on a reality tv show would it be for the fame or the fortune? Basically would you enter a show that offer financial reward or 5 minutes of fame?

I’m bored... Talk to me peeps!

As for me, my life is really not that interesting, but I do have quite a few moments that are worthy of television, however my shit would have to air on HBO... If I was given the opportunity to participate on a show that had a ensemble cast I would be a combination of the bitch, the sweetheart, and the whore, but trust the whore would be behind closed doors, I’d be that bitch eaten coochie behind the camera in the broom closet! actually it would be on the down low (can’t give the lil ones class mates something to talk about!) lol and trust if I did go on a show it would not be for 5 minutes of fame it would be for the "small fortune"...

How about you?

When I make up my mind to do something, I do it… 

 
I formulate a plan…

 
Once the plan has been formulated…

 
I work it… With much precision and GRACE! 

 
There are times when the plan does not come together…such as my being laid off last year, and not finding suitable employment until 13 months later… 

 
But, this plan… this plan right here, is on some extraordinary shit…

 
You see, this weekend is “BlackOut” night at “The Spot”…

 
And not just ANY “BlackOut” night, but the first one of the summer…

 
Can you imagine?  I mean really, can you fuckin imagine?  Freaks LOVE hot weather!

 
A few weeks ago I started to plant seeds to various folks… and some took the bait. While others did not, and that’s cool… 

 
But, I am here to tell ya, that this weekend at “The Spot” is gonna be OFF DA FUCKIN CHAIN…

 
I can feel it…   I can smell it, and by the way,  frisky ass Jackie is cutting up ova on 360…  *smh*   talking bout “she makes it rain”  ummmhmm, rain on me!  HA!

 
Bitches getting ready to be on some triple XXX – porn star – girls gone wild shit…

 
Did I  mention that it’s “BlackOut” night?  Did I ,mention that at midnight, all lights are turned da fuck off? Nothing but glow sticks to see our ways thru…  Did I mention that “ANYTHING” goes on the dance floor…    

 
Close your eyes, and imagine the dance floor of your favorite club with NO lights on, and a bunch of BARELY dressed, if not NAKED folks…   ummhmm,  that’s the scene, just NASTY… 

 
I’m here to tell you that on Saturday May 31, 2008 at the stroke of midnight, I will be on the dance floor at Tabu with a glow stick in my fuckin pussy!  And ya know what, I’m a selective bitch…  I don’t allow any ole’ dick up in this pussy…  but, you best believe, I’m getting ready to set it out…  family style, ALL U CAN EAT!  and if the dick is right...   ALL U CAN FUCK lol

 
I will re-earn my Ho card Saturday Night!  Yup, I said it, “HO’ Motha Fuckin Card”…

 
And Ms Jackie, you wanna get nasty in the “Dungeon Room”  bring it on Bitch, cuz I need it NASTY!  Not that over the counter VANILLA shit…  *smh*  that shit NO LONGER WORKS…

 
*wink*

 
And to Ms. Butterfly who use to be a fuckin Caterpillar (figure it out)…  you and your disappearing ass, I will hunt ya ass down, and tap on every fuckin door up in that joint, just to watch ya nastee ass in action, cuz I already know, that you and your boo, getting ready to CUT DA’ FUCK UP…

*smh*

Expect the unexpected, and the blog that is sure to follow… 

Ms Teal….  OUT!

 

We all fantasize... We fantasize when we walk thru Sak's shoe dept., we fantasize when we're flippin thru the latest issue of Vogue, we fantasize about fuckin the dude who works across the hall, and we fantasize about dude we wanna fuck, and we know we're gonna fuck, but have yet to fuck... Fantasies can go from one extreme to the other, from dream jobs to gang bangs, to girl on girl, to being dressed up as a school girl...

More and more my sexual fantasy is consuming my sexual reality... Not that anything's wrong with that, but if I ain’t fantasizing, I ain’t cummin. Simple as that! Often times I miss the days of having normal sex, with good dick and cumming from him just straight banging the pussy... But, the intensity of the nut combined with the fantasy compares to NOTHING I've ever experienced before, and lawd knows I've had some experiences. But lawd y'all, my fantasies scare the shit out of me! I know y’all get sick of hearing about me and my damn fantasies, but dammit, this is my blog, and i’mma speak on it...

Audience: so Teal, what's your fantasy?

Teal: do ya really wanna know? Well, I’ll tell you my fantasy if you promise to not change your opinion of me...

Audience: nothin you could say would change our impression of you...

Teal: you sure?

Audience: of course we're sure... *audience member raises her hand, and whispers in my ear: tell me your deepest darkest fantasy*

Teal: I can show u better than tell you...

Audience Member: then show me bitch!

Teal: you can't handle my brand of fantasy, cuz i can't handle my brand of fantasy ... you see my fantasies keep me up at night, and when my fantasy invades my reality, i act on it...  i do it my way...  i lay across my bed, and before you know it, i'm in my personal "FANTASY ISLAND".  I spread my legs, and i tease my clit, with each stroke to my clit the fantasy grows, as the fantasy grows the need for additional stimulation grows...  u see it's a process ... if i want to be taken, i tie my tits up, all the while imagining someone else tying up my tits ... if i want to be spanked, i turn into the school girl with the soft whiny voice, paint stick in hand.  Spanking dat ass, and often times spanking these tits too (dirty lil girl) ... when i want to be dominated i become the defiant lil bitch, talkin shit, pissin him off, makin him want to do bodily harm to me...  u see, i am the keeper of the fantasy, and until i find someone worthy of assisting me act out my fantasy, my fantasies are mine and mine alone...

However,  i will tell you this: there is nothing like fantasy baby!  it is the fantasy that keeps me fulfilled until that special one comes along ... in the meantime, i continue to fantasize about the day, my fantasy will become my reality...  i keep the fantasy alive and well in my thoughts, in my touch, and in my nut ... and with every stroke of my pussy, and every tug of my nipples, and every plug in my ass the fantasy grows stronger, stroke by stroke...

in closing, i will say this:  if you share your fantasy, I'll share mine...  *wink*

So I was sitting here bored to death perusing blogs, and blasts and my girl Christy Love from 360 (Christy Love, makes me think of a Pam Grier character) had a blast that went a lil something like this:

 
"He Came Home Drunk @ 2:30am & Said I Will Pay U If U Will Perform Oral Sex with Me"

 
Now, the blast actually came from an episode of Judge Alex, and once I saw that joint, I once again, got ta thinking!   Y’all know me, mind always in the damn gutter, and the warmer it gets the more scandalous my thoughts get…   I hibernate in the winter, and liberate in the summer!   And to think, pretty soon, I can start goin panty less!   Oooohweeee, I can’t wait…  leaving lil Teal drops all ova the place…   lol but, on the real I may need to rethink that panty less shit, It was cool riding in my car, but it’s another story on the TRAIN! 

 
Aight back to the business at hand…   so, when I saw the blog I was like damn, I’ve had a dude offer me money for sexual favors SEVERAL times, and it’s always the same damn guy…  this dude has a MONSTER ass dick, Incredible Hulk Monster dick…   he offered me at first $100.00 for Anal sex, he wanted to fuck me in the ass BAD…  and for the most part I’m cool with anal sex…  well, yes and no, it’s kinda up there with kissing, some moments must be saved for that special someone…   any who, dude begged and begged for months, and till this day, he will hit me with a “please, baby, please baby, please”  now this has gone on for years…  over the past year or so, the $100.00 has grown to $500.00, and I continue to say no…  hell, I know what size dick I can handle in my ass, and his dick surpasses a welcome challenge, it’s more like an unwelcome “painful” chore…    

 

When he first asked me, I was jive offended…  I mean what did he think I was, a hooker!   Lol, that was funny, cuz of course I had a brief career as an escort… but, for some reason I was offended by this… man I gave his ass the blues, and poor thing all he could say was, “I just want it sooooo bad” just because I’m offering to pay doesn’t meant that I don’t respect you, we’ve known each other for over 30 years”… so, he made a point, and I got over it…

 
Recently while going thru my personal economic depression he offered me $500.00 to get up in this ass, and I can’t lie, I thought long and hard, cuz for real, that loot woulda gotten 2 big ass monkeys off my damn back!   But I looked at his dick as I formed my lips in preparation of suckin the life outta his dick, and  said; OH HELL NO…

 
So, the question of the day is this:   would you be offended if a boyfriend or significant other offered loot for sexual favors?  And or offered loot for sexual favors that you aren’t at all interested in?   When so called “desperate times call for desperate measures”, would you consider taking your man or significant other up on his financially rewarding sexual offer?    My brotha’s have you ever offered wifey, boo-boo, significant other, friend or lover money for sexual favors she is NOT inclined to do?  

 
Now, I gotta tell ya, had I been facing foreclosure, and on the road to homelessness, I woulda sold my ass, my pussy, and my left nipple!   Survival of the fittest babies and you best believe a sista is FIT!  

 
Talk to me peeps…

 
One mo’ thing…



if by chance your man offers you money to do whatever the hell he wants to do, and you say “hell to da nawl”…  I highly suggest you rethink your answer, cuz the next step after offering loot, is finding someone who is willing to do it for FREE…  trust me on this…  (compromise is a word that can save a marriage especially if sex is the issue)

 

What’s up Freaks!  So I’m on the train this morning and 2 crazy ass things happened…  first and foremost, I’m standing on the platform at Metro Center, and I could feel someone staring me down…  I mean it was like ole’ boy was visually undressing my ass… so, I’m standing there, and dude continues to stare, the train comes, and I get on… all the sudden I hear:  “Hey, it’s you, it’s A~Love, all loud and shit….  Oh my god, it’s you…   Yo, why won’t you accept my invite?”  Man it was a hot damn mess, folks looking like what the fuck? And I’m thinking to myself, that’s why I didn’t accept your damn invite!  Lol… calling my name out all loud n’ shit in public!  Got Damn, can folks just act like they have SOME home training…  I was embarrassed.

But, that’s not what this entry is about!  This entry is about the show that I had the privilege of witnessing while on the red line at 8:20a.m. – so, I’m chilling reading my kink, getting wet, and I look to my left and I see a young couple…  like everyone else on the train, they  were professionally dressed, and I assume heading into work…   I go back to reading, but once again I find myself looking their way…   for whatever reason, I was drawn to them…  I kept watching them…  next thing I know, I’m tossing on the shades, and I put up the book, cuz they have my FULL attention…  well I’ll be damn if dude was not fingering ole girl…  that shit was HOT TO DEATH…   lawd help me, it was better than any short story!  Her face was all squirmed up, she was sweating…  and they both had on i-pods, and as he was stroking her, his head was moving to the sound of the beat in the i-pod, as well as he fingers…  it was HOT, and it smelled GOOD!   Lol    

So, it got me to thinking about how erotic, and daring that was… and I immediately wanted to be her, as I walked thru the park, I started to reminisce about my days of hanging out a “P Street” beach (a park where gay men hung out, and fucked behind trees) with my gay friends, and how I loved to catch someone fucking, and how I always wanted it to be me… 

Granted I’ve done daring things, being finger fucked while dining, fucking on the lido deck, and fucking on glass elevators, all types of crazy shit, football fields, storage rooms etc… movie theatres, the Miami Dolphins locker room (1991-*double drip* at the mere thought of it), but that’s stealing or better yet, creeping up on  a private moment in a public place…  I want the brazen act of taking a private moment in a public place… like ole girl and ole boy on the train!   Lol that shit turned me ON…

Until that happens, I will dream!  As you all know I enjoy going to the local lifestyle club Tabu… and one of the things I love about Tabu is putting on a show…  I LOVE IT…  I get off on others getting off on me….  Maybe it’s a form of validation, but man does it turn me on…   some people enjoy being the life of the cocktail party, I enjoy sitting back and watch the life of the party often times make a fool of themselves!  However, let it be a swing party, and let there be someone that I’m remotely attracted too, like ummm “Jackie” and it’s ON…  granted it’s in a laid back, “lady like” kinda way, but damn do I SHINE!  lol

So my question to the masses is this… what are your thoughts on public displays of fucking?  If the opportunity presented itself and you were with your mate, would you engage in a private moment, in a public place?   If you’re not a swinger, but you found yourself in a swing environment, do you think you could let your guard down and enjoy an intimate moment with your mate?  -ladies and gentleman, is weight a concern or issue of yours?  Does the size of your unit or the size of your body play a role in your comfort levels when playing in public?  

Speaking of weight, I’mma BIG girl, there was a time, many, many years ago, where I would run, and hide at the sight of light…  I would run for cover if there was NO cover… but, now I could give a FUCK…   I’ve accepted the fact that I am not a size 4, and now I have NO problem walking around butt fuckin naked in my stilettos, and later laying on my back so ole boy, or ole girl can taste the forbidden fruit! Granted, I may need to get someone to left up my left breast, and put it back in it’s sexy place *smh*   but, all that to say this, being comfortable with ones body makes it all the more easier to be comfortable in showing ones sexual side in a public setting! 

Dammit, do you like public displays of fucking?  Lol, I DO!         

The phone rings, and it’s an California number... Not one I’m familiar with, but I had a feeling it was him...

So I answer quickly...

Hello?

What are you doing?

Washing my hair...

What would you like to be doing?

Hmmm, I’d like to be fucking.... But you know how that goes!

And where’s lil man?

Knocked the fucked out, dreamin about ‘The hulk’...

And what are you dreamin about?

Hmmm, I’m dreamin about the "The Hulk" fuckin me...

Can I make that dream come true?

Well, that’s gonna be kinda hard considering I am here, and you are wherever... possibly east coast, most likely west coast...

What if I told you I was in the tri-state area? Would you let me come ova, and take advantage of you?

Only if you let me tie up my tits, and put on a show for you?

What’s the address again?

7611...

Can you meet me downstairs? I know how much you love to fuck in limos, and this time I’m in the stretch hummer...

damn baby, I got lil man, I can’t leave him...

How about you come down for 5 mins... Tell him your taking out the trash...

Hmmm, that may work... He is sleep, and I’m feelin like trash!

Ok, I’ll be there in 35 mins.. I’ll hit you when I get outside... So, come downstairs, I wanna so those tits nicely tied up, and Teal, bring a candle... And didn’t you say your washing your hair? Well blow dry it, and keep it wild!

Oh shit, candles, and wild hair... WTF?

So, he calls me, and I come downstairs... I had my tits, nicely bound in my favorite twine... I had a big linen shirt, and some boy shorts... He met me by the loading dock.. A big black stretch limo.. Waiting for me to do what I do...

I get in, and he says: damn you look good! And you gained weight, I LOVE IT... You look edible, but your always edible... Are you wet? YES... Are you horny? OF COURSE... Show me your tits?

I unbuttoned my linen top, and all he saw was a mass of tits, tightly bounds with very erect nipples... HE LOVED IT... And I loved showing it to him... He began to bite and suck on my tits, and then asked if I had the candle, I told him yes... I gave him the candle, and he slid it between my tits...

He wanted to light the candle, but no fire... He calls for the driver, and the driver responds, do you have a lighter? Yes sir I do... But, sir you have a lighter, right there on the console, he said: I WANT YOUR LIGHTER...

low and behold the driver rolled the window down, and the driver was a she! A beautiful young lil thang, with long pretty hair... I wanted to feel her hair on my tits... As she gave him the lighter, I told him, I want her! I want her back here with us... She smiled... She wanted me too! Lol

he told her to come to the back... She came... Omg, she was soooo fuckin pretty she made my pussy swell even more... She looked at my titties, and began to straddle me, she said, I have never seen a vision as lovely as your titties... May I touch?

I told her she could do whatever she wanted... She licked, she sucked, she groped... In the meantime, my friend sat there in amazement... A vision of lovely was before him... She caressed my tits, and she began to kiss me... she whispered in my ear: He told me you were special, and he didn’t lie... She asked if she could wax my nipples... I told her yes... As she lit the candle, and she began to spit on my nipples, and then drop the candle wax... OMG, it was sooo Fuckin hot, and sooooo got damn sexy... I wanted to cum, soooo bad... This is the kinda shit dreams are made of, shit like this, doesn’t really happen! But tonite it’s happening to me...

As she coated my nipples, I could feel him playing with my pussy... To his amazement I was NOT shaved... He was delighted... Island men like a lil hair! Truth be told had he given me enough time, my pussy woulda been butter ball naked, but maybe that’s why he didn’t give me anytime... This man loves a musty woman, not funky, just natural, from the natural smell of her pussy to the natural state of he pussy hairs...

He stuck his fingers in my pussy.. And I told him, I gotta get upstairs, lil man is up there by himself... We gotta stop... He said ok, but first let her have you... she is dying to taste you... I’ve been telling her about you for the past 2 days ! (I’m thinkin you ass has been here for two damn days, and your just calling me... Bastard)

she stops with my tits, and begins to eat my pussy... He started fuckin with her, asking her all types of questions: what she taste like, bitch? She said it taste like mangos! And I said, no, it taste like peaches... He shuts me up by sticking his finger in my mouth... He goes back to her, and tell her; lick her ass... Is her ass clean? Does it taste fresh? Yes, her ass taste better than her pussy... She begins to fuck my ass with her finger, all the while fuckin my pussy with her tongue... I can feel her body spasm... She was about to come... He began to suck and bite on my nipples, and I began to fuck her face... She came, and she squirted, her legs were soakin wet...

she got up, and went to her duties as limo driver... He grabs me, and buttons me up... We get out of the limo, and proceed thru the side door... I’m walking in front of him... I push the button for the elevator, and he tells me that he wants to put on a show for security... I tell him that security is no longer in the building... We get on the elevator, and I proceeded to get on my knees, unzip his pants, and suck his dick, and what a pretty dick he had...

as I sucked his dick, he began to tell me about my blogs... He told me, that it’s his goal to fulfill some of my desires, it’s his goal to take me where others are scared to travel, it’s his goal to leave me with lasting impressions... It’s his goal to make me want him, even when he’s countries away... He forced his dick down my throat... I coughed and I gagged, and I took it like the true slut I am... And he rewarded me for another job well done...

as I’m deep throating his dick, he beings to tell me; this is why I come back... You bring me back... You sprit calls me, and your pussy wills me... I make every effort to come to the DMV and NOT see you, but then, I pass our restaurant and I think of you... I hook up with the boys, and they ask, where is Teal? And then I know, I can’t leave here without tasting you... I can’t leave here without the feel of your hot, wet, pussy on my dick... I can’t leave here without the sight of your tits to hold me over until the next time... I had to see you, I had to do you... I needed to be buried inside of you...

And as usual, I looked at him, and said: then take me now.....

What I say that for? After three cycles of going up and down, we finally got off the elevator, and made it to my door... I checked on John, and luckily he was still dreamin...

I stepped into the living room, and he wasn’t there... He was on the balcony... He was sitting there smoking a cigar, and sipping his flask... He said;

ride me Teal...

I said, how hard....

He said, as hard as you can take it...

But be ready Ms Teal... Once I finish this cigar, and you finish riding me, I will be ready to break ya back, ya head board, and ya arms and legs.... Be ready Ms Teal, we got 2 years to make up for...

I rode him... I sat on his lap, and I rode him... I started out real slow, and steady.... I told him that I needed his hands on my nipples, I needed him to squeeze my nipples, make me beg you to stop...

His reply was short and sweet: I’m making request... NOT, you... And I’m thinking, OK, that’s how we’re gonna play... So I stopped! I always get what I want...

I proceeded to the back... And he followed... And he was pissed... That dick was nice and hard, and I stopped, in the midst of his smoking his cigar... That was a big NO-NO... Oh well, I’m sure he’ll fuck me good and hard for stopping his flow...

And boy was I right...

Dude threw me on the floor in the spare bedroom, and proceeded to fuck me like he was robbing my house and I was the unexpected homeowner... He had me squirming, screaming, cumming and crying... He spanked me with a belt, he tortured my tits with my paint stick, and he called me every dirty lil name that comes to mind, and when it was all said and done, I was battered and bruised, and happy to share my pussy with such a worthy contender... We laid on the floor, and we chatted for a good hour, he told me about his latest business venture, and I told him about my lessons in humility... we reminisced about previous soiree’s and I asked about the driver... He told me that she was here the last time he stopped by, and asked for every detail of our tryst, he said he told her, and as she drove him, she was masturbating on the ride to the hotel... He said that when she picked him up from the airports he asked if he would be seeing "Takoma Park", and he said he didn’t think so...

needless to say, fun was had by all... After one final romp, in the bed... He called me at 3 in the morning so I could listen to the driver suck my juices off his dick... When she finished, he gave her the phone and she asked if I would tie up her titties? And I said: your place or mine! I love girls who like to play my way... Lol

What a night... Lovin so good, a sista had to call in sick!

First and foremost, THANK GOD IT’S FRIDAY…  I’ve spent the whole week wishing I had a smart phone, it seems that I come up with some juicy shit as I  ride the train, reading Master/Slave, and listen to people as they converse via cell phone for all to hear…  which brings me to my first rant, observation, whateva the hell you’d like to call it…

 

Ok, I know folks need to handle their business while on the train, and the bus, I get that… hell I have friends who converse via cell on the train and bus, and lawd knows I am not knocking anybody, but dammit that shit drives me crazy!   I mean to make a quick call to check on the whereabouts of kids, and to firm up the evenings plans is one thing, but damn y’all to hell who have long, “loud” detailed conversations for all to hear…  I mean really, it’s an enclosed public space; must I listen to you converse with your peeps about Uncle Charlie’s colon cancer, and what the best options are?  C’mon now, some conversations are meant to be had in the privacy of your home!  OMG, then you have the foreigners, is it me, or do they speak extremely loud?  I swear to God, and all things holy, Ethiopians get ta speaking their language on the “Ride On” and their voices raise 10 octaves!  Dammit, I’m trynna read…  I swear sometimes, I wanna say something…  but I just mind my business and save it for the blog….    Btw, kudos to the folks who realize it is rude, and makes a special effort to speak low, and keep it short!  Lol

 

I have done more walking in the last, 3 weeks then I have in the last 30 years…  I can not say that enough!  Everyday I walk thru a park in downtown D.C., Franklin Park.  Now, this park is located directly across the street from a homeless shelter…   the shelter use to be a school that my mom taught at, (I had to mention that because whenever I walk by the school I go back to my childhood, cause I would go there everyday after school…  I have issue with traveling back in time!)   Any who, so the homeless folks hang out in the park, all damn day…   now riddle me this?