World Aids Day

There are millions of people in the world today who are infected by HIV and AIDS. There are even more people who are affected in more ways than we can count. On this World Aids Day, don't just sit around reading your tweets, updates, or watching the television. Get tested now so that you are one less statistic.

It's easy! Literally a swab of the mouth and in one minute you are done. In some places you can even get your test results back in ONE DAY! So follow this link---> http://www.stdtestingservices.com/ and get yourself tested. If not for your partner, then certainly for yourself!


♥ Tesha

Special Delivery

I was sitting home on a Saturday night watching romantic comedies. It wouldn’t have been such a problem if I hadn’t done it every Saturday night for the last two months. The first three weeks, it really wasn’t a problem. There was a decrease in events in the city being that there was a wave of freak storms in the Atlantic. The fourth week, it was okay because it had been girl’s night in, plus we met the sexiest pizza delivery man EVER. I think his name was Jerome or Tone or something. By the time the second month rolled around, I was getting to my last straw.

Of course, it was a Saturday night and I was doing what I’ve learned to do best. Watch romantic comedies, order pizza, and feel bad about it by Monday. I dialed the number to Tony’s Pizza:

“Thanks for calling Tony’s pizza. My name is Tasha. How may I help you?” said the voice on the other end of the phone.

“Hi Tasha, it’s Dawn. I’d like to order a spinach and chicken calzone…” I started.

“Hey Dawn. I got it in the system already. That’ll be a spinach and chicken calzone, extra feta, a greek salad, water, and a 2 liter ice tea. Correct?” She finished the order before I could properly get the words out of my mouth.

“Uh…,” I chuckled, more embarrassed than amused. “Yeah. Correct.”

“That’ll be $24.68. Will you be paying cash or by credit card?” She asked.

“I’ll be paying cash this time,” I answered.

“Alrighty. Rome will be your delivery man. And you should expect him in about 45 minutes to an hour. Thank you have a great evening.” She said.

“Thanks, you too.” I replied.

Hmmm….Rome. That’s his name. I had 45 minutes to an hour to make myself look effortlessly sexy. I wanted to look like I had just thrown something on for an unexpected night in the house.
I ran upstairs to my master bathroom and took a look at myself. Not too bad. Family genes had prevented wrinkles and bad skin. Working out had decreased the flab. I had already taken a shower. Now what to wear?

I went into my closet to find something simple to wear. Jeans and a form-fitting white t-shirt. It’s funny the amount of effort we women put into looking good for a man. I found out from my best male friend just how simple men truly are. He told me that when women take four hours to get dressed to impress a man, it literally takes him less than 45 seconds to take it all in and then move on to the next subject. But when we take, say, 30 minutes to an hour just grooming and up keeping, they pay more attention because it’s so understated. All in all, women get dressed up for themselves and other women, not for men.

After I threw on my clothes and sprayed some smell good. I made sure the house was in order. I felt like I had been planning this encounter for two months.

The door bell rang not a moment too soon. I was so excited, I was shaking. I took one last look around, composed myself, and opened the door.

It was him. It was Rome. I didn’t know him personally, but just the sight of him had bore down to my soul.

Rome was a 5’11 culturally ambiguous looking God. The word through the grapevine was that he was half Italian, half black from Brooklyn, 100% sexy. His long dreads where neatly kept in a braid and under his company hat. His skin was the color of a mocha frappuccino, but he himself was sizzling hot. He had the shiniest white teeth you had ever seen. They were like mountains of snow in the winter time. His appeal was as comforting as an electric blanket. And his body? Immaculate. I could only imagine what he was packing in his khaki pants.

He was just too sexy to be a pizza delivery man. It was as if life was unfair to his career, but more than generous to his body.

“Hey there! I see we meet again under the normal circumstances,” He chuckled flashing those snowy peaks at me.

Apparently he was a comedian too. I thought sarcastically.

“Hey yourself. Come on in. I’m paying cash today. Make yourself comfortable, I’ll be right back,” I told him.

It was time to put my plan into action. I had hoped that he didn’t have another delivery immediately after mine. Honestly, I just needed about 40 minutes of his “quality” time and I was good. I turned on some soft music on the home theatre and sprayed some of my perfume laden with pheromones. The lady at the mall counter told me about it’s potent power. I truly hoped she was telling the truth.

I descended down the stairs where I met his gaze. I could tell he was curious because he wasn’t rushing to leave. It was now time to take this to the next level.

“I hope you don’t think me too forward, but I think you are the sexiest delivery man I have ever seen. At first I ordered my food because I was hungry, but now I could care less about the food,” I told him.

“Well, if you’re not hungry for food. What exactly do you want?” He asked me with a curious gaze.

I said to myself, it was now or never. The worst that could happen is that he’s gay. If he is, at least I went after what I wanted.

With all the courage I could muster, I gave him a deep passionate kiss. Really getting into, waiting for him to pick me up and whisk me into the bedroom like men did in those old romance novels.

He promptly broke the kiss. Gave me my food and left without getting the money for it.
Damn. I thought to myself. He was indeed gay. No man I know would have left like that.
Fuck! I was hungry and horny now. At least the hunger would have been satisfied. But I hated masturbating as a result of not getting any. It just emphasized the fact that I was masturbating as a result of not getting any.

After that comedy, no romance involved debacle. I prepared my food and turned on Love Potion No. 9. I so love that Sandra Bulloch. I had finished eating, just as the movie came to an end. I looked at the clock and it was a little after 11:30. Going to the entertainment stand to search for a new movie, I heard my door bell ring.

Lord. I hope this wasn’t drunk ass Sherry coming in early from a long night. My best friend Sherry was notorious for showing up unexpectedly in the middle of the night. Whether it was after a drunken night out, a spat with her boyfriend, or just because, she seemed to always find her way to my apartment. I sighed as I walked to the door.

“Hey girl hey!” Sherry said as she walked in to my place.

I shook my head. If this girl ain’t the most predictable person on this green Earth.

“Hey girl. What’s up? I thought you and “The Mexican” were going out tonight. It’s kinda early for you all to be home already,” I said to her.

“Man. Jose is straight tripping today. We made plans earlier this week to do dinner and dancing and he decided at the last minute that he was going to stay later at work to pull some extra hours. I really could have gotten that notice like before I started to get dressed,” she said angrily.

She continued, “I mean is it so hard to pick up the cell and say ‘Babe, I’m going to be working late tonight. Let’s reschedule or do something tomorrow.”

“Yeah. I feel you. Well, if you want I still have some left over spinach and chicken calzone. You can have that and I’ll pop in another movie,” I tell her.

“ANOTHER movie? Don’t tell me you’ve been sitting here eating pizza and watching romantic comedies again?!” She said judgmentally.

Busted. I thought to myself.

“No. I’m not watching romantic comedies while eating pizza.” I said with conviction, “I’m eating spinach and cheese calzone while watching sappy romance movies. Thank you very much.” I told her.

“Oh ho! Excuse me for being wrong,” she said with sarcasm.

We sat down and watched another movie as she finished up the rest of my food. Before the movie credits began to roll, Sherry was out like a light. I knew she had been drinking some, she only falls asleep that fast after a couple of glasses of Moscato.

I turned off the entertainment system, covered Sherry with the throw blanket and made my way to my room.

As I got to the last step, I heard another ring from the door bell.

Who the hell was that at 2:15 in the morning? It better not be Jose coming to pick up his girl. It’s too damn late for all these people.

I walked back down the stairs, ready to cuss out Jose for causing this chain reaction.
I swung the door open with much attitude, ready to give Jose a good chunk of my mind. I opened my mouth ready to go off and realized it was Rome. His presence had taken me aback. I was totally surprised to see him standing there. But when I thought about it, I remembered he left without me paying him. I dug into my pockets to give him the $30 I had for the meal plus tip. I reached out my hand to give it to him and was met by a billowy cloud of luscious lips.

I looked at him confused.

“Uhm…I guess you’re not gay,” I said to him still in a daze.

“Gay? Why would you think I’m gay,” he said with a look of discernment.

“The way you bolted out of the house after I kissed you earlier. I just knew you had to be gay. No man would just up and leave without saying something,” I told him.

“A man who wants to keep his job and has a full load of deliveries would. I left because if I had stayed earlier, I wouldn’t have made it back to work tonight,” he told me honestly. “But I’m not here to talk because I don’t think that’s what you wanted. Are you still hungry?” he asked with much innuendo.

“Starving,” I replied, inviting him in.

I closed the door and led him to my bedroom, making sure to not wake up Sherry.

I turned to close the door. He leaned into me, kissing my neck. I allowed myself to get carried away in the sweet sensations of his tongue. We stood there engulfed in each other’s pheromones. I could feel him rubbing his hardening dick against my ass. I led his hands to my breasts and let him squeeze them, feeling their fullness.

His hands traveled down my body to the top of my jeans. Very swiftly he unbuttoned them and slowly undid the zipper. I turned to face him, fiending for his soft lips. The moment reminded me of that hypersexual Janet Jackson video. I kissed him with every ounce of my horny soul. I think he knew how hungry I was.

Rome lifted me up, lips still attached to mine, and carried me to the bed. He slowly pulled my jeans off, bending down to kiss my stomach. An area that I was still self-conscious about but somehow he made me feel so good. We finally got out of the rest of our clothes and got down to some serious business. Up until that time, I had never met a man who really knew how to make me feel good, but I was glad that I was experiencing that now.

Rome kissed me all over my body as he entered me. My fire was flickering and with one movement, I was an inferno. Rome started me off slowly, working my body, slow stroking me to heaven. His dick went in and out of me, massaging my pussy. It felt like it had been ages since I felt like this and I was glad that he was willing to allow me to enjoy it.

Rome turned me over so that I was lying on my stomach. He kissed my neck as he slowly entered me from behind. He was driving me insane. Naturally, I raised my ass a little to meet his deep strokes. I couldn’t take it anymore. I was loving the slow stroking but my fire was becoming a volcano and I needed to erupt.

“I want you to hit this pussy doggy style,” I told him, breathlessly, “and don’t hold back on me neither.”

Rome helped me to the edge of the bed and put me in the doggy style position, my favorite. I leaned over, got comfortable and let Rome take me on a nice ride. He stroked and beat pussy until I was damn near begging him to stop. I grabbed on to the sheets to keep my balance. I couldn’t let him ride me like he was and not get him back with some return action. I threw my ass back as hard as I could. I knew he enjoyed it because his stroke slowed down a bit. I gave my ass a little wiggle as I threw it back and knew I had him. From that moment it turned into a competition between the two of us. A competition to see who could make who come harder.

As he was stroking me hard and fast, I was throwing my ass back into him with equal speed. His dick was a like a piston, revving my engine. I couldn’t hold on any longer. I was about to give up on the competition and throw in the white flag. My volcano was ready to erupt…

“I’m coming. I’m coming. You win. Oh God…” I half screamed, half muttered.

Rome kept stroking me as I came, making the feeling even more intense. Not a moment too soon I heard him grunt and felt his stroke slow way down.

I was spent, but I felt good. When we were done and cleaned up, we laid back in the bed together. I turned to him,

“Why did you leave so abruptly when I kissed you earlier?” I asked him.

“Because 1. I have a job and responsibilities to the people I work with. And 2. most women think they want to take the lead and be aggressive to a man, but what they really want is for a man to listen to what their body needs. I knew your body needed the Rome treatment.” He said a little cockily.

“Hmmm…The Rome Treatment huh? I guess I should ask for that the next time I order from Tony’s pizza,” I said to him laughing.

Tales from the Kama Sutra #4

It's time for another adventure in Tales from the Kama Sutra!

This is one of my personal favorite positions. It's called the "Exotique," but I like to call it "Back Access." It allows for ultimate penetration and even gives you the opportunity to incorporate some manual stimulation or a toy.

Lay on your stomach with your ass tooted just a little in the air to allow him to give you better access as he enters. Let him stroke you slowly, teasing you, giving you an "inner" massage. Light touches of the back and soft kisses can take this position to the next level. Plus when you add a bullet or vibrator, it makes this position EXTRA special.


&hearts Tesha

Tesha's Favorite Couple #5

BLACK LOVE

This has to be my favorite couple of ALL TIME! Well, other than me and the booskie. They are the epitome of what Black Love should be.

So often we see loving relationships between black men and black women as somewhat dysfunctional, scarce, and rare. I believe that black men and black women will learn to love each other once they learn to love themselves and accept each other’s faults.

Black women need to learn that you can’t change a man unless he wants to be changed and that a little submissiveness is not a bad thing. So often black women try to be the strong “Superwoman” types, but fail to realize that being overly strong-willed will prevent them from getting a man. A man wants to feel like a man at all times. Sure I can open my own door, assemble my own furniture, hell even open up that jar of pickles, but in order to let my man know that he is still needed and wanted I let him do it for me. Why? Because a man still wants to be a man. [Period]

Black men need to realize that in order for us to treat them like a man, they need to step up to the plate and BE A MAN! It’s no problem to have fun and be young, but if all you do is sit with your boys playing video games and refuse to be responsible, then we have a problem. You can’t complain about a woman acting like your mom if you continue to act like a child. You have to understand that the reason black women have had to create this hard exterior and become “Superwomen” is because you have caused them to be this way. When a void appears, someone is going to step up to the plate to fill it. Black men, you must learn to love your women again. No every female is not a woman and you must know the difference, but all in all you must love black women ACCEPTING their faults.

My favorite couple is Barack and Michelle Obama. I love how they seemingly mesh so well together. They truly complement each other. I love how even though Michelle is/ was more successful than Barack in the beginning, she never allowed that to deter the fact that he is THE MAN in her life. I love how they always sneak intimacy in their lives no matter what is going on. A fist bump here, a pat on the butt there, a peck on the lips, it doesn’t matter you know through their subtle PDA they are still in love after 18 years of marriage.




They are the couple I hope to be with my honey.

&hearts Tesha

Tales from the Kama Sutra #3

Ahhh..yes. It's time for another segment of "Tales from the Kama Sutra." Where I help you mind come up with new exciting positions. Whether you are a closet freak or an outspoken freak, Tales from the Kama Sutra is here to guide you in all your sexual position endeavors.
This position is well known. We've all done it one time or another, whether we meant to or not. This position is called Spooning. Or as I like to call it "How sex gets started by accident"




Lay with your back to your partner. A good way to get things heated up is to gyrate into his pelvic area and control how fast he gets excited. Soon, he'll be very excited and take over heating things up. And all you have to do is enjoy the ride...literally

&hearts Tesha

Dear Tesha....

Dear Tesha,

I'm in a long distance relationship with my high school sweetheart. I get to see him maybe a few times per month. Almost everyday he tells me how horny he is but sometimes when he comes home, I'm just not in the mood. I want to do something special, something different for him while he's out of town so that when I see him again he knows that I want him as much as he wants me. I'm thinking about sending him a freaky text message, but I don't know what to say and I'm nervous. Help what do I get started?

XOXO
Sexting in GA


I can totally relate to being horny in a long distance relationship. When you are ready and in the mood, they aren't there. But when they get in town and are hot and heavy, you're out of the mood because you've waited so long. Women are finicky creatures (trust me), but in order to 1. do something special for him and 2. put yourself in the mood for him. Try sending him sext messages. Here's how to get started:

• Start the text message subtly. Send him a message telling him how much you miss him and wish he was there. You don't want to just jump right in and say, "I wanna fuck" because he won't be able to do anything about it any time soon. Slow and steady wins the race.

• Next empathize with him. Tell him that you are as horny as he is and can't wait until you can see him again. This will get his attention and start to set the tone of the messages to follow. I can almost guarantee that once you tell him how horny you are, he's already going to start sending you sexual messages. Don't be alarmed, match him for his every text.

• You want to let him know what type of things runs through your mind when he is not there. Basically, you want to get your foreplay going...mobilely. Tell him you like it when he does [insert action] to you and that when he does it, it makes you feel so good. Tell him you like it when he puts his tongue and lips on your [neck, back, legs, etc] and can't wait until he can do it again.

• Recall the last time you guys had sex; the place, time, emotions, details that stand out, maybe a joke. Send him the details of your last sexcapade, romance novel style. Be descriptive! You want to be so detailed, he can literally see each and every word in his mind.

• Now that you have him excited with every text you send him, let him know that the conversation is making you horny and that you are touching yourself thinking about it (even if you aren't). Most guys get more turned on by the fact that you are turned on. This action will push him to the edge to the point that when he sees you again, expect to be busy getting busy.

• Wait about 5 minutes before you send him the last message. Which could be a picture message of you in your skivvies!

• Expect him to respond about 3-5 minutes later....relieved. End the messages with smiley faces and I love yous and prepare yourself to be Sext Away the next time he comes into town
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Hope this helps! Happy Adventures in sex!

♥ Tesha


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Things that make you go WTF?

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Tesha's Favorite Couple #4

We know them, they are considered American royalty. He a ruler and she his queen. They are the definition of what it means to love a person "through thick and thin. for better or for worse" My favorite couple today is Bill and Hillary Clinton. It amazes me that as President, Hillary stood by her man no matter what. Through tumultuous affairs and tough decisions she was there for him. Also, as Hillary became Secretary of State, Bill was there to support his wife and give her advice on how she could be her best. We all need that, true support from our significant other. There is a deep level of respect they have for each other and I love that!



I love this picture of them in their younger years, because it's so sexy and intimate. It's a side of them we rarely see, but know exists. There's nothing like a stolen moment and a stolen kiss to get your "engines revving."

&hearts Tesha

MARRIAGE

**This is a story entitled "A Marriage" that I received in my email. It's a great story about intimacy and love.**

When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.

Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly.

She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?

I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her!

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.

She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane.

When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.

This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.

She requested that every day for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.

I told Jane about my wife's divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.

My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside
the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.

On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.

Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.

Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.

But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy.

I drove to office.... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind...I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.

She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.

Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.

At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.

That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead.
My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push thru with the divorce.-- At least, in the eyes of our son--- I'm a loving husband....

The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!

If you don't share this, nothing will happen to you.

If you do, you just might save a marriage.
Many of life's failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.

A CHRIST-CENTERED MARRIAGE IS A MARRIAGE THAT IS SURE TO LAST A LIFETIME.
"So then, they are no longer two but one flesh. Therefore what God has joined together, let not man separate. Matthew 19:6"

On Intimacy....

If you know me personally, you’ll know that a lot of my stories and articles stem from real life. Whether it’s my real life or inspired by the real lives of others depends on the subject. Today, I want to take the time out to discuss intimacy and why we don’t have enough of it.

I got into a “discussion” with the BF about there being a lack of intimacy lately in our lives as his career takes off and my career is beginning. I understand that sometimes there just won’t be enough time to do all the loving things that we want to do or take all the romantic dates that I love to take, but I think there should always be time to give love to the one you love. When we start thinking that we are out of time or there is too little time to spend moments in love with our loved ones, we start to neglect them and the relationship that we built with them for so long. It’s easy to fall in love, but so much harder to stay in intimacy.

I told him that I feel like I try my best to be my best for him and wanted him to consider doing the same. I felt that what I do for our relationship is direct and tangible, there is no way of guessing that I am working to keep and maintain our relationship whereas it seemed to me that what he was doing was indirect and most of the time only he could tell what was being done.

It’s great to do things and be there directly and indirectly for our significant others, but if it has to constantly be spelled out what is being done then one of you needs to step up your game. We don’t want to be in a relationship where it doesn’t seem equal in the intimacy department. No one wants to feel like they are being taken for granted or even worse unappreciated.

“intimacy requires reciprocity—it takes two…” (Janell Carroll, Sexuality Now: Embracing Diversity)

You can’t be in an intimate relationship with yourself, it’s not in our nature to be. Whether you have a boyfriend/girlfriend, husband/wife, or mutual companion, you have to show them that you are there for them as they have to do for you. You have to ensure that you are spending that quality time with them to ensure that the relationship stays fresh. Everyone wants to feel loved, what are you doing to make sure your loved one feels that way? How do you show them every day that you are thankful for their existence in your life and that they decided to make you their number one? Have you forgotten the reason you fell for that person in the first place? Is your relationship or marriage in trouble because the intimacy is waning?

I read a story entitled “Marriage” that was sent to me in my email. The story was about a man and woman who had been married for about ten years. One day the man comes to his wife and tells her I want a divorce. She asked him ‘why?’ to which he replied ‘I am in love with someone else.’ As he presented her with the divorce papers, she cried for days leaving him to feel sorry for her. When she finished crying, she sat to herself and began to write. For several hours she wrote until she presented him with a list of demands prior to her accepting their divorce. He read through them and even laughed at what she wanted with his current girlfriend. He decided that the demands were simple enough to do as he was ready to get on with his life.

What the wife wanted in the end was the reestablishment of the intimacy they had lost a while ago. After a month of her demands being met, the husband began to realize that it wasn’t the loss of love that caused him to go astray, but the lack of intimacy. Once he realized that the love had always been there and started to realize the intimacy that was lacking, he soon found that he loved his wife more than he had before. (read the full story HERE)

“true intimacy is more difficult to achieve than true love because the emotion of love may be effortless, whereas the establishment of intimacy always requires effort.” (Janell Carroll, Sexuality Now: Embracing Diversity)

Love is easier to establish because it’s purely emotional for us. It’s easy to simply feel and allow those emotions to take over us. Hence the reason why we fall in love so many times in our lives but find ourselves only wanting to be with “the one” in the end. The true test in a long lasting relationship is intimacy. Intimacy requires us to not only feel but to also think. We have to think about the feelings of someone else in order to not only make them happy but to also make ourselves happy. When you realize that you aren’t living for yourself anymore and come to terms with the effort required to make a good relationship great, you’ll find that it becomes less of an effort.

To conclude, after having a talk with the BF and letting my feelings be known and letting him know that I refuse to be intimate with myself, I started to see subtle changes in him. I know he’s not perfect and I know it will take some time for it to be effortless for the both of us, but knowing that he is a work in progress and that he is willing to work on our intimacy I’m happier and more understanding. Because, you see, if you want change to happen, you can instantaneously make that decision to change.

“Passion can never purchase what true love desires: true intimacy, self-giving, and commitment” -Unknown

The Garden

I woke up early to begin planting some new perennials in my front yard and prune my garden. The air was brisk and calm. The birds were just coming alive, it seemed like we were the only ones up this early on a Saturday morning. There was something serene about getting into the dirt and becoming intimate with nature.

Around 9AM the runners made their appearance in the neighborhood. They were the uber sexy, extremely fit, singles in the neighborhood. I admired them. I wasn’t unfit, but I just refused to go running. I preferred a good old fashioned walk. But right now, I was focused on some good old fashioned digging in the dirt at least until he showed up.

Every neighborhood had one. The handsome, well-built, intelligent neighborhood Casanova. He was the guy that all the married women agreed they would have an affair with and all the single women wanted as their late night visitor. He must have just stepped out on his first lap around the neighborhood and boy he was looking immaculate. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him, my garden wasn’t the only thing coming alive this morning.

He waved to me and smiled as he said, “good morning” in his deep voice. Damn. If we are in the image of God, he must be God’s twin brother. I watched him until he left my line of sight.

“It has got to be a crime to be that damn sexy,” I said to myself.

Fifteen minutes later, I find myself hauling mulch from the trunk of my car through the gate of my backyard. I hadn’t had a man help me work in the garden since my husband died two years ago. I wanted to get back out into the dating scene and rediscover what was out there but I was scared. My garden was the one thing that allowed me to take some of the tension off and refocus my energy. But I certainly missed the way a man’s hands felt around my waist and all over my body.

I looked in the trunk of my car and saw I had at least four more bags of mulch to haul to the back. I was a bit discouraged, the sun was starting to get hotter and I was starting to feel the results of hard work. Just as I was bending from the knees to get another bag of mulch, I heard a voice behind me,
“Hey baby. You need some help with that?”

I turned around to see Mr. Casanova standing behind me. He was sexy from afar, but up close he was the word that surpassed sexy.

“Uhm…I think I can manage. I got the first two out alone,” I told him.

The truth was, whenever he came around he lit my fire. The closer he got, the hotter the fire got. I was scared of what I might do if he got too close. But being a gentleman, he wouldn’t allow me to haul all of those bags by myself.

“Well, with my help you can have all those bags where they need to be in half the time. So let me help you,” he said as he picked up one of the bags.

“Well, thank you since you are so persistent. I really appreciate it,” I told him with a smile.

“No problem. I couldn’t just let a pretty lady like you do all this work and not even attempt to help you.”

“Oh you. Do you make all the ladies feel this good?” I said realizing my innuendo after the fact.

He smiled a bashful smile and looked me in my eyes confidently.

“So what’s your name? I’ve seen you around here a few times but I don’t think we ever got the chance to formally meet, “ he asked.

“My name is Sarai. I’m pleased to meet you…” I led waiting for him to insert his name into my statement.

“My name is Dan. Do you need any help with your garden? I have quite a green thumb,” He told me.

“Sure. I could always help from a knowledgeable gardener and some extra hands, “I chuckled.

Dan really was quite knowledgeable and had a green thumb. From talking to him, I found out he was in his late twenties and was establishing a business in the world of landscaping. He was very sexy, inside and out and I was glad to have had him helping me in the garden. The more he talked about his business and taught me new things about flowers and structure, the hotter I got for him.

Even the smell of his sweat made me crazy for him. But what was I thinking, I was a 47 year old widow! A woman my age shouldn’t be thinking about young men the way I was, but I couldn’t help it. It had been such a long time since I had been with a man.

I was placing the last of the violets in the ground. I stood up to admire my work as I went to turn on the water and get the hose to water all the plants and flowers we had just finished planting. I watered the garden and then turned the hose to myself, relieving myself of the sweat and heat that had collected on my skin. It was a welcomed gift and I was enjoying it. I felt a hand tap my shoulder, surprised, I spun around with the water hose soaking Dan’s body from his chest to his feet.

“Oh my goodness,” I said as I dropped the hose between us, “I’m so sorry. Do I need to get you a towel and a clean shirt?”

Dan laughed a hearty laugh as he squatted to pick up the water hose.

“That depends. Will I need to get you a towel and a clean shirt?” He said.

I was a bit confused until Dan sprayed me with the hose, drenching me from head to toe. I was elated. It was quite a bit of fun and we went back and forth chasing each other with the water hose. Once all the fun and games were over, I went inside the house to get him a towel and some cold lemonade. When I returned, he was nowhere to be found. I was sad, but thought to myself “Oh well. It was fun while it lasted.”

I sat in one of the garden chairs and thought about the hard work that went into making the garden look as beautiful as it did, when I felt a hand on my shoulders, massaging the tension away. I stopped sipping my lemonade and turned to see Dan had reappeared and was looking at me with a fire I hadn’t seen in a long time.

He stood behind me and began fondling my hair, moving it behind my ears so he could see my face. I slowly began to kiss my neck making small concentric circles on my neck and then blowing the spot making it cool and tingly. I faced him, not knowing how to move forward. He knew what he was doing and leaned in giving me the sweetest tasting kiss, a kiss that rocked me to my soul. I kissed him back with urgency and need. I felt like he could tell what my body needed and what my mind wanted. I stood into our kiss and he wrapped his hands tightly around my waist.

I fed into his every move, waiting to see where we would go next. We fell into the dirt, kissing and groping and wanting each other. The fire in my loins took over and I couldn’t control myself. I started to take Dan’s damp shirt off as I continued to kiss him like the French do. He took my shirt off, making sure to not get left behind me. He followed with taking off my shorts and a caressed my cotton laden behind. I felt empowered by him, that although I was going into forgotten territory I was more than welcomed and wanted.

Dan unhooked my bra and put my bare breast in his mouth, suckling like a new born babe. I could tell he had practiced his technique with many a women. He suckled hard enough for it to just barely hurt and soft enough to make his tongue even more tantalizing. Electricity was bringing me life. I looked around glad to remember that my yard was gated and continued to enjoy this almost fantasy like moment. As Dan continued to suckle and lick my breast, my hands made their way to the inside of Dan’s shorts. I was excited at what I found in there and couldn’t wait a moment longer to experience his treasures.

Dan laid me on my back against the slight hill of my backyard. Suavely he took his shorts off as he was kissing me. My body was already ready for him, spreading my legs and allowing him to get between them. Dan was a skilled lover, he knew to start slow and easy to allow my body time to adjust to him. He had the best dick, next to my late husband I had every felt.

Dan entered me and began slowly stroking my nani. Eyes closed, I listened to the chirps of the birds and the stillness of the clouds. I focused on the sweet misery he was creating in me. I harvested the energy he was transferring to me and Mother Nature was creating around us.

He lifted my right leg up to get deeper into me as his stroke changed in rhythm. I started to bite my lower lip, trying to remain unheard by the neighbors. I looked up at Dan and noticed he was watching my every expression. It made me feel a bit embarrassed and I diverted my eyes away from him. He reached for my chin to turn my head back to him and leaned in for a kiss. I felt assured. He made me feel sexy. I reached up for him to come closer to me. I wrapped my arms around his shoulder and my legs around his waist, glad all those years of yoga maintained my flexibility. Dan held on tightly to me and picked me up as he made his way to the lounge furniture. Dan sat down as I sat on top of him. Although it had been a few years, I did my best to show Dan what I had to offer.

As I sat atop him and his wonderful dick, I moved my hips as if I was a belly dancer. I rolled and gyrated like I was the featured dancer at a Mediterranean club. I could tell I was doing a good by Dan’s soft moans and the way he licked his lips. I leaned in kissing his neck, guiding his hands to my waist and hips. Dan guided my body, moving me up and down as I held on to his arms. We were on a magical tour and I didn’t want it to end.

I held Dan tightly, anticipating my energy to be released. Dan held onto my back firmly as he drove his hips upward towards me. The feeling of slapping skin, Dan’s hands, and the exhilaration of having sex in my backward was too much for me. With one strong upward stroke, I came all over Dan and the lounge cushion. My moment of ecstasy was loud enough to make the birds fly from their nests. Dan continued to pound into me until he too came with a low grunt. I couldn’t believe what had just happened and that I was a part of it but I was glad that it happened.

Dan looked at me with his smile as he said, “Where do you want these bags?”

I was confused and looked at him. I wasn’t sure of what he said and asked him to repeat himself.

“Where do you want these bags?” He repeated.

I snapped back to reality to realize that I was still standing in my garden, fully clothed, soaked in sweat. Dan still had on his workout gear and was carrying a bag of the mulch on his shoulder.

“Oh! Sorry. I wasn’t paying attention. You can put them over there at the base of the hill,” I told him.

I must have been daydreaming. I was confused and disappointed. It seemed so damn real. I could still feel the imprints of Dan’s hands all over my body. I could still faintly smell the musk of our sweat mixed together. My nani was still throbbing from the rhythm of his dick.

Dan had brought the last of the mulch bags into the backyard. I thanked him and offered him some lemonade before I continued with my gardening.

When I gave him the glass, Dan faced me and said, “Do you still need help in your garden? I’ve been known to be pretty skillful with forgotten gardens."

I turned to Dan and said, “Dan, my garden can use all the help you and your tools have to offer.”

Tales from the Kama Sutra #2

Welcome to another edition of Tales from the Kama Sutra.
This position is called the Lotus position. You've probably seen it in your everyday porn. It's a very intimate position that allows the lovers to be face-to-face. So you can kiss and lick them more comfortably.

Lotus Position

Have your partner sit with their back again the wall, headboard, or couch. Straddle them with your face facing them. Utilizing those thighs, glutes, and ab muscles RIDE! RIDE like the wind. For added pleasure whisper sweet nothings into their ears and listen to them coo.

Tales from the Kama Sutra #1

Sex.
Most of us love it. Plenty have tried it. All of us want to get better at it. Let me introduce you to Tales from the Kama Sutra. Positions to tickle your fancy, try on your partner and add to your already freaky repertoire.

This position is entitled "Accordeon."



Have your man sit with his back against the wall or headboard. Sit with your back to him (Reverse Cowgirl Style)and utilize his legs for leverage. Learn forward and imagine yourself in the Ciara Ride Video To enhance the pleasure allow him to massage and rub your back. Let him kiss your neck and take him on your personal wild ride.

Enjoy!

Tesha's Favorite Couple #3

This couple is pretty unconventional but none the less famous. The woman is the epitome of a Ride or Die chick and the man is well...an Original Gangster.

If you truly love someone would you follow their every move? Would you be there for your man even if his job was illegal? Would you love your woman if she was as dangerous as you were? What does "Til Death" really mean to you?

To this couple it meant exactly what it entails...til death. My #3 favorite couple is Bonnie and Clyde. Sure they were dangerous. Yes, they killed people. But have you ever seen another couple as committed to one another as these two?

I mean "Ride or Die"...

The Real Bonnie & Clyde

Would you play this for fun?

I was checking my google alerts for the week, when I stumbled upon this "hot new" video game for teenagers. Developed by Zombie Cow Studios, Privates is a game where tiny soldiers wearing condom helmets storm throw a giant vagina and have adventures inside the human body shooting at STDs, sperm, and other things you find in there. Check out the trailer below...



Would you play this for fun? With an age rating of 14+ it's bound to be chalk full of innuendos and adult jokes. Best of all you might learn something about sex....if you can contain your laughter long enough to listen.

Something to Wet Your Spot....

Calvin Klein X-Spring Underwear line 2010-Mark Your Spot

Kellan Lutz, Mehcad Brooks, Fernando Verdasco, and Hidetoshi Nakata in the Spring 2010 Calvin Klein X Underwear campaign. Directed by Darius Khondji.
When sex sells....it sells well...
Don't say I never gave you nothing
HAPPY 4th of JULY!!!!!!!
&hearts Tesha

My favorite MJ song...

Today is the one year anniversary of Michael Jackson's death. Normally, I post about sex, relationships, love and the like. But being that Michael Jackson is and will forever be the world's favorite artist, I wanted to share one of my favorite songs of his. I think the song itself is appropriate for this blog you so love and adore.


**RIP MJ**
&hearts Tesha

When is a good age to teach kids about sex?

In this day and age where it’s okay to see a commercial or television show filled with tits and ass or grown-ups simulating sex, when is it okay to start teaching kids about sex and who should be burdened with the task?

I remember going to my, then, 10 year old brother’s field day. It was filled with kids having fun competing against each other for the sheer glory of being a winner. I remember getting into a conversation with one of the mom’s there about how she almost wouldn’t allow her kid to come to the field games because he was previously on punishment. Being nosing and wanting to know more, I asked her why and what could he have done to have almost missed out on a staple in an elementary school kid’s life?
She told me that she caught her son and two other girls sexting to each other. I was shocked. My initial reaction was ‘Oh wow! And he’s only ten?’ My secondary reaction was ‘Wait, he’s only ten AND has a cell phone?’ We’ll get to young kids and cell phones another day, but what really amazed me is the fact that she said he hasn’t even talked to him about sex and yet he was already displaying behavior as if she did.

The contents of the sext message was something along the lines of the little girl giving her son a blow job and making him “feel good.” It has come to my attention that kids are experiencing sex and sexual encounters at younger and younger ages but parents are failing to have this important discussion with them before these encounters can even happen.

When I begin to have children, I hope that if my kids are going to “experiment” with sex, that they are at least knowledgeable to know how to protect themselves and to know that the option to wait until they are ready is always acceptable. I want to be like my fiancé’s mother. She told him about sex when he was four years old and continued you to teach him as his development increased. At least then, they are learning the basics of anatomy and an almost cartoonish explanation of sex, but at least they know it.



Statistics state that the age group with increasing incidences of STD’s are children around 10-15. Teenage pregnancies increase at an alarming rate each year because these kids go into sex not knowing or understanding that pregnancy is ALWAYS an option when you have unprotected sex. Young women constantly get raped, molested or forced into sex because they learn from their ignorant friends that to have a guy you have to sleep with him. Young boys think that to be a man you HAVE to have sex and demean women because of what they see on TV or hear from others.

In some European countries and even in some northern states, the school system has the job of informing and protecting children. The earlier we inform these kids, the more knowledgeable citizens they can be. The more knowledgeable they are the less problems we have in our society.

I think a good age to teach kids about sex is when the FIRST signs of curiosity peaks. Like when they wonder about their genitals…



What do you think? When is a good age to teach kids about sex? Talk to me…
&hearts Tesha

Tesha’s Favorite Couple #2

It’s never easy when a man divorces a woman and has to remain cordial to his ex-wife’s new beau. Most of the time it never goes down well and both men try their best not to ever encounter each other, unless children are involved. But somehow Bruce Willis and Ashton Kutcher make it look effortless and painless. Quite often you’ll see Brucy and the kids with Demi and Ashton right next to him. Whether we know if they are bros behind closed doors or not, we’ll probably never know. But in the public eye, they are cool as cucumbers.



That’s why Bruce Willis and Ashton Kutcher is my favorite couple #2
An Unconventional Bromance
&hearts Tesha

Summer Secrets Series Volume I, #1

Dear Diary,

I have a secret. I didn’t think I would do it. I didn’t think I was capable, but somehow we always seem to surprise ourselves. I’ll start from the beginning.

“Hey Cassandra girl, what’s up?” I ask my best friend of twelve years.

“Not much. I was calling to see what you were up to tonight, around say 8?” She asks me.

“Eh…nothing really. Why?” I ask her.

“You want to go grab a bite to eat?” She asks me. “There’s a new Chinese spot I’ve been dying to try, but I need someone to taste test it just in case it’s poisoned,” she snickers.

“Oh! So you’re using me as the official taste tester, your highness? Puh leeze! If anything, we are taste testing at the exact. same. time. That way we’ll die together.” I laugh heartily.

“Yeah, yeah. We’ll see. So whaddyu say? I’ve got some stuff to tell you anyways,” she says.

“Well fine. Miss Cassandra. If you insist. Just text me the address and I’ll see you there,” I tell her before we hang up.

That girl Cassandra has been up to no good. I think the last time I saw her was….maybe two months ago. I know she has a ton of things to tell me, I can’t wait because I got so much to tell her too!

I look at the clock, 7:07, I pry myself from my book and chair and start to get ready. I decide to make it a low key night since I’m only seeing Cassandra.

I brush my hair and throw it back in a ponytail. Wash my face and sweep on a translucent powder. A little eyeliner and some mascara, then finish it off with some lipgloss. I change my shirt and am ready to go. I grab my purse, keys and cell and head out the door.

I arrive at the Grand China Café around 8:15 and see Cassandra’s Hyundai sitting in the front.

My stomach grumbles announcing my presence as I walk up to Cassandra’s table.

“Hey girl hey!” I say as we embrace for a hug. “I feel like we haven’t seen each other in ages!”

“I know. I know. I’ve been MIA for a minute. So how have you been?” She asks as we take our seats.

“Good evening ladies, what can I get you to drink?” the waiter asks.

“Uh…I’ll just take an iced tea,” Cassandra requests.

“I’ll have a Coke,” I tell him.

The waiter leaves to fix our drink orders. We pick up our menus as we continue our conversation.

“I’ve been doing pretty well. I recently got a new job at Roth | Mitchell| Smith Advertising Agency in their creative department. Finally got that first step in my career dream. My hope is to be their creative director.” I begin.

“Let’s see….I finally finished paying off that credit card. I finally finished moving and decorating the house, so no more boxes. You still have the key right?” I asked her.

“Yeah, I still have it.” She answered.

“And…that is my life up to date. Oh and I finally got rid of that maniac Jerome.” I concluded, shuddering at the thought of saying his name again.

“Well, I’m not sure if my life is as exciting as yours has been. Really over the past couple of months I have been on a soul searching journey trying to find myself and figure out who I am,” she tells me with emotion.

“Here are your drinks ladies, what can I get you tonight?” The waiter asks us.

“I’ll have the vegetable lo mein, sweet and sour chicken, and two egg rolls.” Cassandra says.

“I’ll take shrimp fried rice, braised wings, an egg drop soup, and an egg roll.” I tell the waiter.

“You’re food will be out shortly. Thank you ladies.” The waiter courteously says as he leaves our table.

“Okay so what’s been going on in your life now?” I ask Cassandra.

“Well, things have just been falling into place and I have been noticing that I have been unhappy for a while. So I took a hiatus to do some serious soul searching.” She tells me.

“Wow! What happened to make you want to do that? Not that I’m not proud of you for finding yourself, but I feel like an interesting turn of events has happened to make you have the urgency to do that.” I tell her with concern.

“Well yeah. A couple of interesting things have happened. You remember that guy Blake I was seeing for like six months?” She asks.

“Yeah, the one you said was an investment banker or something?” I ask her.

“Yeah, Blake the investment banker. Well we broke up about four months ago. Or should I say he broke up with me,” she goes on.

“Aww damn! What happened?” I ask her.

She tells me the start of the problems she’s been having with Blake. How he is always unavailable or inattentive and how he stopped being compassionate to her needs.

“Well, things hadn’t been working out with me and Blake. Between the time he spends at his job, with his friends, and everyone else it just didn’t seem like he had enough time for me and my needs. So, one day Blake left to go watch the game with his friends at a bar across town. When he left, I invited someone over. Blake came back to the house unexpectedly and caught me in bed…with another woman.” She said diverting her eyes away from mine.

“Okay ladies, you had the lo mein, sweet and sour chicken with two egg rolls. And you had the shrimp fried rice, braised wings, egg drop soup and one egg roll right?” The waiter asked as he set our food on the table. “Is there anything else you ladies need?”

“Uh yeah, a ‘To Go’ box.” I told the waiter promptly.

I was still shocked. Cassandra only moments ago told me she was in bed with a woman. A woman?! But it felt like the words had just escaped her lips. I didn’t know how to feel. Cassandra was my best friend, we could talk about anything and everything. But how could she hide something like that from me? I didn’t know what to think. I didn’t know how I felt. All I knew was that I didn’t want to look at her right now.

“Lisa wait! Don’t go! Please come back!” Cassandra yelled after me.

It was no use. I wasn’t coming back, at least not until I could cool off. I still couldn’t believe it. My best friend of over 12 years was a lesbian. How the fuck could that happen? Out of all of us in our group, Cassandra was the one who ALWAYS had the guys after her. She had a new boyfriend at least every 2-3 months.

She was a master of seduction and knew how to make guys drool over her. She was always the one talking about this good dick and that good dick. How could she give up good dick for some pussy? I just don’t get it!

It had been about two weeks since Cassandra had dropped the bombshell on me. She has called me every day since that night at the Chinese restaurant and I have avoided every one of her calls since then.

Saturday, the day I usually do all of my cleaning and catching up on my shows. I had the radio on full blast, singing at the top of my lungs, and vacuuming as I heard the door open and close behind me.

I spun around ready to give hell to the intruder who came into my home when I realized it was Cassandra. Damn it! I forgot I gave her a key when I moved in. I thought to myself.

“You not answering my phone calls. You won’t reply to my emails. You ignore my facebook messages. What else was I supposed to do? Why won’t you talk to me?” She scolds.

“I don’t have anything to say. What do you want me to say? Oh yeah, I’m totally cool with my best friend becoming a lesbian and then going into hiding for 2-3 months and then springing it up on me over lo mein! I’m your best friend and you couldn’t even trust a secret like that with me. How do you think that makes me feel?” I yelled.

The tension was mounting and I was on the brink of tears. I didn’t know if I was more upset that she kept such a huge secret from me or now I truly didn’t know who she was. I had so many thoughts going through my mind about whether or not I could get dressed in front of her without her checking me out. They seemed so superficial and yet so deep…my thoughts were interrupted.

“What? Why? What?” My speech was just as confused as I was.

Cassandra had interrupted my thoughts and anger by kissing me. I didn’t know what to do. I knew I wasn’t a lesbian, but it felt so nice. Her lips were soft and flavored from the minty lip gloss she wore. She led me to the couch, her lips still planted on mine.

We fell to the couch, entangled in each other. Cassandra was a sensual but aggressive lover. Kinda like how a man is when he first wants to have sex with you. I was paralyzed by fear and horniness. She had me so hot that I had to make sure the moment finished to the end.

Cassandra lifted up my shirt, exposing my braless breasts. I was lost in the moment, I didn’t care how taboo it was. She lowered her head and enveloped my left nipple in her mouth, making wet circles around the areole. She cupped by right breast in her hands as she slowly massaged them.

Cassandra was doing a number on my breasts, I didn’t want her to stop. But I kinda did, but I didn’t let her for fear of that awkward stare that would take place. I let Cassandra continue doing what she wanted to me and tried to let my mind focus on the pleasure.

She made wet trails from the middle of my breast to my navel, kissing it with the passion of the French. Slowly and meticulously, she pulled down my sweatpants. Exposing my fresh Brazilian waxed pussy, she dove face first into me. It was so unexpected and so swift, I squealed at the first contact.

Cassandra was very skilled. I see why she switched teams, I could think of one other man who could eat my pussy as well as Cassandra was at this moment, Jerome. I shuddered, but this time it wasn’t because of that sonofabitch’s name. Cassandra had me shivering in a way, that I thought only came when it was cold.

She slowly spelled out the alphabet with her tongue, A… B… C… D, by the time she got to E, I was done. I couldn’t take it anymore. I started to struggle under her, but Cassandra wouldn’t let me leave. I felt like it was revenge for not talking to her and being ashamed to confront her. I was more than ashamed for allowing her to take her sweet revenge on me, but I couldn’t think of that right now.

All I could think about was Cassandra’s fingers in my pussy and her tongue on my clit. When I finally let go of all the thoughts in my mind, I came over and over on Cassandra’s tongue and fingers. She enjoyed it because she wouldn’t unlatch her mouth from me until I stopped twitching.

Silence.

I put my sweatpants and shirt back on, without looking her in the eye. Cassandra grabbed my hand and sat me down on the couch.

“I’m sorry. I should have told you and I definitely shouldn’t have done what I just did,” Cassandra said looking me in my face.

I thought about it for a minute.

“I hope you know this doesn’t mean that I’m a lesbian now too and that we will NEVER do that again or talk about it,” I said to Cassandra, a cloud of seriousness overshadowing us.

“Yes, I don’t know what got into me. I’m not even attracted to you like that.” Cassandra said shaking her head.

I was slightly offended. Why not? I’m sexy as hell!

So I said, “And why not? I think I’m sexy as hell,” trying to break the tension.

“Yeah, you’re sexy, but you’re not my type.” Cassandra said smiling a sincere smile.

“Good.” I told her as we continued talking and catching up.

I didn’t think I would do it. I didn’t think I was capable, but somehow we always seem to surprise ourselves.

I have a secret to tell. For just a moment, I was a lesbian. And my best friend…was my lover.

Tesha’s Favorite couple #1

Jada and Will Smith
How can you not love America’s Black Royal Family? They are not only successful in their careers, they are successful parents, and successful mentors to so many people in the world. I love how they don’t let society and tradition dictate how they live their lives and their relationships. So many people down play them because their beliefs are so different. I say, YOU make your relationships with people and your loved ones, NOT others or society.




“You`re so much stronger when your partner is strong. I honestly believe there is no woman for me but Jada. Of all the women I`ve met - and there`ve been a few - no one can handle me the way Jada does. Once you feel someone locked in on you, it`s no contest. As fine as other women can be, as tempting sexually, I`m not going anywhere. This is it. I can`t imagine what anyone else could offer.”
-Will Smith on Jada

The G Shot

I was listening to the Bert Show on Q100 Atlanta as they were discussing G spots and G shots. They had several women on the show including a 24 year old married mother of one who has NEVER had an orgasm, not with her husband and not with herself [insert sincere oohs and aahhs here___]. Feeling sorry for the poor girl, the show’s producers got in touch with a local Atlanta gynecologist who is willing to have her try the procedure for herself.

How would you feel if you never ever in your life had The Big O? Would you be depressed? Would you feel less of a woman? Would you be desperate? Some women will go to great lengths to achieve the Big O, even to the point of getting medical assistance to have it…

My dear readers,
Let me introduce you to the G Shot

So what is the “G Shot” anyway?



So you mean to tell me that you are going to stick a needle in my vagina, plump up my G-spot with collagen, and it will allow me to have the best sex of my life? And I don't have to fake it anymore? Where can I sign up? *sarcasm*



Stick THAT in your vajayjay...

Tesha's 10 sexiest videos

1. Ciara Ride

Sexy woman+ Gyrating hips + simplistically edited +high cut French one-piece with a sprinkle okay dollop of innuendo and BAM! Sexy video



2. Chris Issack Wild Game

This was before even my time, but I have seen this video time and time again. You get a gorgeous man and a gorgeous woman rolling around on a beach and then make it dramatic by filming it in black & white and you dear…have wet panties.



3. Rihanna Rude Boy

This song is blunt, blatant, and straight to the point. “Baby, if she don’t feel it. She ain’t faking….no. no.” although I think this might be replaced with Rihanna’s latest video “Te Amo”



4. Trey Songz Invented Sex

So when a man tells you EXACTLY what he wants to do to you and THEN tells you that he Invented Sex, can you really allow yourself not to be seduced by him?



5. D’Angelo Untitled (How does it feel)

NO. WORDS. NECESSARY.



6. Janet Jackson Anytime

So men. If Janet came up to you and said “Anytime. Anyplace.” Would you tell her no? Thought not.



7. Justin Timberlake My Love

Am I the only one who thinks Justin Timberlake is a sexy ass man? And in this video he is subtly sexy. Even the video is subtly sexy. You have to catch him doing naughty things.



8. Aerosmith Love in an Elevator

This might be before some of y’all’s time but Aerosmith….gets me every time with this video. Who has ever had a fantasy about getting a quickie in an elevator? Who has succeeded?



9. Tyrese Signs of Love Making

Personally I think Aquarians do it better. But that’s just my opinion…



10. Christina Aguilera Dirrty

“Wanna get dirty?” Uh….maybe. I’ve never kissed a girl, but after this video…I might just try it.

Honorable Mentions
Erykah Badu Window Seat
This video is intellectually sexy. If you can stimulate my body, that’s cool. But if you can stimulate my mind, you got me forever. Sure she has a great body, “phat ass,” crazy legs but most importantly she has a powerful mind. And THAT’S SEXY!


Marques Houston Naked
I got you with the mind sex. But this video gets you with the blatant sex. I mean the song is called “Naked” and Marques Houston is…well naked. This is one of those moments when Roger doesn’t have to go home.

How the Brazilians lower high cholesterol.

I read an article recently in UK’s Stylist magazine that had an article about how Brazil’s Health minister José Gomes Temporāo is on a quest to lower the population’s blood pressure. But get this…He’s not doing it with a healthy eating campaign. He’s not leading the country through the latest blood pressure lowering fitness craze. Health minister Temporāo is on a crusade to help Brazil’s citizen’s lower their blood pressure by encouraging them to have MORE SEX. Yes that’s right. The world’s sexiest country has gotten even sexier by making it sexy to have sex. [Whoo! *fans self*]

As if they needed ANOTHER reason to be on our list of sexiest places, but now their own government is encouraging people to have sex several times a week. I say, America needs to get on it and get like the brasileños.

&hearts Tesha

Rihanna Te Amo

Hot Video Alert!



*coughs* I think I need a glass of water.







*Copyright: http://www.tape.tv/telly/bild&channel=bild_rihanna_teamo Thanks to tape.tv twitvid & Bild for the video! Te Amo video premiere! www.Rihanna-Fenty.de*

Samantha Jones Sex and the City Quote #3

"We made a pact ages ago. Men, babies. It doesn't matter. We're soul mates."
From Sex and the City 2 (2010)

Samantha Jones Sex and the City Quote #2

"I can't color enough. I could color all day everyday if I had my way. I would use every crayon in my box."

From Sex and the City, the movie (2008)

Samantha Jones Sex and the City Quote #1

In honor of the sequel to one of my favorite movies, I decided to post some quotes from the movie. Specifically Samantha quotes because...well...I'm a Samantha.




"I'm a try-sexual. I'll try anything once!"

From Sex and the City: Season 3, Episode 4 "Boy. Girl. Boy. Girl."



What are your favorite Sex and the City quotes?

Waxed

I remember the first time I got waxed.

I was at Home Depot visiting some former co-workers when this guy walks in and hands me his business card. At first I was upset because the business card was about threading and waxing. So I’m like, “what you trying to say?”

I get mad, go to the car, come back and realize he is giving everyone around me a card. But he’s focusing on me telling me I should come and check him out. So I go there when I leave Home Depot. I give him my number and didn’t think anything of it. He calls me a couple of days later and told me to come by the shop to hang. I think he is kidding around and take my time finally stopping by, but I finally do and have a good time just chilling. I go over there a few times, but for some reason I would always go after hours. I’m not sure why. But I would always go after hours and hang out, watch TV, just chill.

He would do things like cut my hair in the back, give me a shape up. He was just leading me into getting services. Charming me with his skills so I wouldn’t have a choice but to come back and see him. He would always ask me if I wanted to get any waxing done or threading and I would always say to him,

“No, I’m okay. I’m uncomfortable with wax and I heard that threading hurts…I’m just not interested.”

I visit him another day, after hours, and we’re eating and drinking with his friend. It starts to get late and his friend leaves, but we’re still just sitting there and he asks me about the waxing again.

So I say, “Sure why not. What’s the worst that can happen?”

He tells me, “Well if you want I can do it now!”

I was like, “First of all how do I know you can wax? This is not something you can play with. This is pain. This is not a game”

“Yes yes, I learned it. I know how to do all the services. I know how to wax.” He reassures me.

He takes me to this little room dimly light with curtains, a nook with oils and waxing instruments, and a table like they use for massaging. I look at the room, look at him and walk in. He tells me to take off my clothes, cover myself with a towel and lay down on the covered table.

He leaves for a moment to get the strips and a towel. A couple minutes later, I’m laying on the table, bare bottom, with my arm over my head in shame. Waiting for this strange man to come into this room and get personal with me. I think to myself, how far is this gonna go?

That’s my problem, I like to push the boundaries of life to see where it’s going to take me.

He enters and begins the waxing procedure. I lie on the table and all I can think of inside my head is the pain. Because this shit really hurts, I mean you’re ripping the hair from my vagina! It’s my first time getting it done and all I can think about is the pain. This unnecessary pain. It’s the worse experience ever!

He finishes the front and tells me to turn over. I didn’t realize that they have to do the back as well. So I turn over and get on all fours, still trying not to make eye contact with him. He finishes the back and I turn back over so he can begin to rub this cream or lotion or gel in my private area, it would have been cool since my pussy was burning but he’s taking his time ensuring that it gets extra care.

I’m just laying there, wondering what’s going to happen next, wondering when the shame was going to end. I’m contemplating my thoughts when all of a sudden he starts petting me, like stroking me. It’s very weird and I don’t know what to think.

Next thing I know, before I can even grasp what’s going on, this man begins to lick me. Yes! He proceeds to begin eating my pussy. I’m laying there wondering in my mind if this is really happening. I peep down at him and realize that yes…this IS happening.

I cover my head in shame because this is not right. This cannot be right. So I go through my mind and ask myself “Do I stay? Or do I get up?” My vagina is burning from the wax, but his tongue feels so good. So I stay and let him finish.

This man had skills. He did things to me that I had never experienced before. He made my body feel a way it had never felt before. The pain of being waxed coupled with the pleasure he was providing was more than I could handle. Right there on that table, I grabbed his head and squeezed my knees together until I came. I came and I came and I came.

When I got up from the table, I couldn’t look in his eyes. I wondered to myself if he did that to all the girls, but it didn’t matter because he just did it to me. I had never gotten dressed so fast in my life, but I did. I pulled on my jeans, shirt, and shoes in one swift motion. I grabbed my purse and headed out the door, not looking back. I pulled my cap so low, you couldn’t see my eyes. I had to hide the pleasurable shame from what just took place.

The first time I got waxed.

What is it about a man in a uniform?

What is it about a man in a uniform that seems to make us women wild? It doesn’t even matter much what uniform they are wearing, whether it is police officer, military man, or maintenance man, there is just something so sexy about it. But in all essence, is it really the uniform or is it what the uniform symbolizes? Or what the wearer exudes?

When a man wears a uniform it means that he serves a purpose that is higher than himself. When a man wears a uniform, he is a representative to all people who serve others. He is a representative for not only himself, but his cause. And what’s sexier than community service? But in all honesty, what makes us most attracted to a man’s uniform is the confidence that he exudes when he wears it.

Men, women are attracted to confidence. So whether you wear your uniform outwardly or inwardly, just wear it well.

"Confidence is a uniform that can't be taken off" -adapted from Lil Wayne

♥ Tesha

Get it right. Keep it tight.

Kegel Exercises

It’s crazy to me that there are still women in the world who have never heard of or done this life changing exercise. If you are the type of woman to have sex often, whether you are in a committed relationship or you’re a woman of the night, you have to keep it tight if not for yourself then at least for him. But I hope you do it for yourself because it has a lot of health benefits.



If you didn’t realize before, your vagina is a muscle. When you overexert it, it has a tendency to lose its shape and vitality. So what do you do when your muscle becomes weak? You EXERCISE it!!!! That is where Kegel Exercises come in.

What is it? (Courtesy of Talk Sex with Sue)

Kegel exercises (pronounced "kaygel") are a series of simple exercises you can do anywhere, any time that help to strengthen the pelvic floor muscles.

What are the benefits?

Think about it. If there is anything you can do to drive your man wild when he has sex with you, a tight cooch will do it. But seriously, Kegel exercises are especially great for women who recently gave birth and want to tighten up loose vaginal muscles. It’s also great for older women who have urinary problems. Healthy women of any age can benefit from it sexually. And when you think about it, that’s what we all want right? A healthy sex life.

How to get that wet and tight (Courtesy of Every Day Health)
Kegel exercises are done by squeezing the muscles in the pelvic floor and holding for short periods of time.

Find the right muscles. One way to isolate the right muscle is by trying to stop the flow of urine the next time you go to the bathroom. The muscle you use to do that is the muscle you should engage while doing a Kegel. Another way to test is to put your finger into your vagina and try to squeeze it. Don’t be afraid to ask your gynecologist for help if you’re having a hard time finding the right muscle. The key is to isolate these pelvic floor muscles and use them alone. It’s easy to squeeze the muscles in the buttocks and abdomen at the same time, so pay attention to your body and make sure you’re working the right muscle.

Start slow and build up. If you’re new to Kegel exercise, start slow. Squeeze your pelvic muscle and hold for two to four seconds, then relax. Try to repeat 5 to 10 times. As this exercise gets easier, you can hold for longer periods of time and do increased repetitions.

Do your Kegels regularly: Once you have the technique down, you can do Kegel exercises any time and any place that you like. For instance, you could do a set every time you check your e-mail, or when you’re waiting for the bus, or stuck in traffic.

Also, when you become a novice with the Kegels, turn it up by adding Ben-Wa balls to the mix. Ben-Wa balls are little weighted metallic balls that you insert into your vagina that help you to control those pelvic muscles.



Try it one day when you are doing house work or just relaxing. Insert the Ben-Wa balls and walk around panty less to see how long you can go without them falling. The longer they stay in, the stronger your vajayjay.

♥ Tesha