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.
Sunday, May 30, 2010
How the Brazilians lower high cholesterol.
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.
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Rihanna Te Amo
Monday, May 24, 2010
Samantha Jones Sex and the City Quote #3
Samantha Jones Sex and the City Quote #2
Samantha Jones Sex and the City Quote #1
Sunday, May 23, 2010
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.
Friday, May 21, 2010
What is it about a man in a uniform?
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Get it right. Keep it tight.
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)
What are the benefits?
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.
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
Sunday, May 9, 2010
A funny thing happened at the bachelorette party
“I guess I’ll be sucking dick for the rest of my life” –The Blushing Bride
BOB
I made sure the last file was in my boss’ mail box, turned off my phone, shut down my computer, and turned off the light in my station. I was lucky to not have any work to take home this weekend. I loved being a personal assistant, but sometimes it could get very tiring and affect my social life. I hadn’t had a boyfriend in several months and I hadn’t gotten laid in a few weeks. I was just ready to get home, take a nice hot bubble bath, and curl up with a nice book when my best friend Donna called me.
“Hey girl, what are you up to?” she said.
“On my way home, about to relax. What’s up with you?” I say.
“Not much. You got plans for tonight?” She asked.
“I was planning on relaxing and reading. Why?” I reply.
“Well, my cousin is throwing this party and I was trying to invite your mean ass. What you say?” she says.
“Well, tell me more about this party and I will consider going.” I tell her sarcastically.
“It is a party you don’t want to miss. You will get to meet some new people, have a good time, plus they have food and drinks. So why not? What else are you going to do, watch The Notebook…again?” she chided.
Okay she had a point, I had made it a routine to come home on a Friday night and curl up watching sappy love stories until I cried myself to sleep or read an erotic novel until I got horny and annoyed. It was time to deviate from the norm.
“Alright. Fine. I’ll be ready by 9. You picking me up right?” I asked.
“Yeah, yeah, I got you.” She replied.
“Alrighty then. Bye.” I tell her.
“Bye.”
My phone rings, but the ringtone tells me who it is, Donna. She is always early. Yeah I know I told her I would be ready by 9, but damn can’t I be fashionably late sometimes?
“Yeah, I’m on my way down. Give me a sec.” I say as I looked in the mirror.
I finished putting on my makeup and ensuring that my outfit was nice. I didn’t know what kind of party I was going to so I ensured that my outfit could fit in any situation. It was sexy enough for me to be any guy’s eye candy, but sophisticated enough as to not be looked at like a slut.
I get into Donna’s car and of course she lets me have it for being late, as always.
“You must have some sort of gene that inhibits you from actually being on time,” Donna scolded.
“Girl, we’re going to a party. We’ll probably be the first ones there. Chill out,” I told her.
We drive North on 285 and get off the S. Atlanta exit and make a left.
“Okay, I have to tell you the truth about this party,” Donna says.
“The Truth? What truth is there to tell? Is it like one of those orgy sex party kind of deals? I don’t know if I’m down for that!” I exclaimed.
“Well it’s not exactly an orgy sex party. Have you ever heard of a ‘Pure Romance’ party?” She asked me.
“A ‘Pure Romance’ party? Is that one of those things where women get together with the sex toys and all that jazz?” I asked.
“Yeah, something like that. My cousin is hosting it. Kerrie is the name of the lady who is coming with all the goodies. She is going to give us a true lesson in loving yourself and about all the sex toys in her arsenal. It’s going to be fun. Just keep an open mind,” she expressed.
I’ve thought about getting a sex toy before, but I really didn’t see what the point of getting one was since I always had dick in my life…well until now. What’s the harm? There weren’t any guys lying at my feet ready and willing to give me the action I needed so…what the hell?
“Alright, you sneaky bitch. I’ll keep an open mind,” I said.
We arrive to a gated luxury apartment complex and drive towards the center of the community until we come upon the “R” building. Donna parks the car and turns off the engine.
“You ready for your mind to get expanded?” She chuckled.
We get to apartment number R217. I could hear laughter, music, and chatter before we even made it to the top of the stairs.
Donna knocks on the door, but no one answers. She knocks harder and the door swings open to reveal a tall gorgeous exotic looking woman.
“¡Doña! ¿Como estas?” the woman exclaimed with much excitement.
“¡Muy bien! ¿Que Tal?” Donna asked in Spanish.
“Aww, well you know how it goes. Work. Life. Men. And then we do it again,” the Amazon answered, thick Spanish accent sugarcoating every syllable.
“Bella, this is Sophi. Sophi, this is Bella,” Donna introduced.
“Nice to meet you Bella. I take it you are Donna’s cousin?” I asked.
“Do we not look alike? Look at that face.” Bella exclaimed as she grabbed Donna’s cheeks.
“Come in. Come in. Make yourself at home. Mi casa…” Bella told me.
I walked into Bella’s immaculately decorated apartment. There were plenty of women talking and laughing and having a good time. The TV was on and had an episode of Zane’s Sex Chronicles showing. It was my kind of party and I had only been in attendance for a few moments.
“OK mis amigas. Kerrie will be ready in dos minutos. She is getting her trunk of goodies together for us. Please drink my wine and eat my food.” Bella said with a chuckle.
After a couple of minutes, a beautiful curvaceous woman walked out with a huge pink trunk with wheels.
“Good evening my darling vixens. How are you all tonight?” said the curvaceous woman.
The room of ladies answered, “Fine.”
“Alright. My name is Kerrie and I’ll be your instructor tonight. Who wants to get a lesson in sexual pleasure?” said Kerrie.
We all raised our hands eagerly like kids at a school house.
“Okay students. A few rules before we begin. We’re going to play Sexy Bingo. I’m going to give everyone a piece of paper and booklet that has all my goodies listed. On the piece of paper, if there is something you see and you like go ahead and mark it so you can remember. In about 45 minutes I’m going to call out some items, if you have all the items called you win the first prize,” She informed us.
“My next rule, everyone here is to be open minded and have fun. I don’t want to see anyone here not having a good time. And lastly, drink up. The party is always more fun when the liquor is pouring.” She told us. “Alright, shall we begin?”
The first items she showed us were some edible and sensual body lotions and oils. Out of all the lotions and oils she showed us, my favorite was the self-heating, edible, strawberries and cream body butter. Kerrie demonstrated on one willing participant how it works exactly.
“I’m going to rub the body butter in the palm of my hands to warm it up and turn it into a body oil. Then I will rub it on her arm like so.” She instructed.
She rubbed the woman’s arm with the oil, slowly. The woman exhaled as if she was stifling a moan and continued to be caressed by Kerrie.
“Now that the oil has heated up, you can now lick your arm to taste,” Kerrie told the woman.
The woman licked her arm and exclaimed, “MMM! That’s actually good! I like that. Anybody else want to taste?”
Bella, in all her gorgeousness, stood up and erotically licked the woman’s forearm. I was scared to say out loud, but I was deeply turned on by that display of lesbianism.
Kerrie showed us devices to enhance sexual pleasure like handcuffs, whips, paddles, ticklers, and blindfolds. I wasn’t too interested in that stuff because like I said, I was manless. I’ll have to catch her when I get someone in my life again.
What finally piqued my interest were the dildos, vibrators, and bullets. As soon as she pulled the first one out my pussy began to get moist.
Kerrie presented us with the “Triple Threat” bullet. It was a bullet that can please your clitoris, vagina, and your ass. I was enjoying it. I had already marked about 10 things on my Bingo card, but I would certainly make room for the right bullet and vibrator. As soon as I started to fall in love with the “Triple Threat,” I met BOB.
BOB was everything I wanted and could hope for. He was big. I mean he was wide and long. I knew he could fill me and even better satisfy my every need. The best thing about BOB was that he could multitask exceptionally well. BOB could stroke. BOB could pulsate. BOB had rotating beads that promised to hit every sensitive nerve inside me. BOB was everything and I had to have him.
I couldn’t wait for the presentations to be over so I could be formally introduced to BOB and have him to myself. I knew good things came to those who waited and I was waiting so I could cum later.
Kerrie ended the presentation with calling out the Bingo items. “French Tickler. Head Game. Triple Threat. Booty Eaze. Like A Virgin. And the Jack Rabbit.” She called out.
“I won! I won! What I win Kerrie?” said a short, brown-hair Hispanic woman, who I recognized as Donna’s sister Esperanza.
“Well, my dear, you have won a complimentary silver bullet and a trail size of the Strawberry Body Butter,” Kerrie told Esperanza.
Kerrie gave her the prizes, to which Esperanza gladly and graciously took.
“Okay ladies. If you are ready to order, follow me to the back so I can get you your goodies,” She told us.
I practically bum rushed my way to the back to get the chance to have BOB in my life. I met him in person and paid my dues so I could get home to be “formally” introduced.
“Hey Donna. Girl you ready to go? I have a long list of things to do tomorrow and I’m getting kinda tired.” I lied.
“Mmm hmmm. You not tired. But I’ll take you home anyway. Bella and I are supposed to be going to Salsa Ciudad later and I have to get dressed. Come on hussy!” She said knowing my sense of urgency was for BOB.
I smiled to myself. Happy that BOB and I would have the chance to be alone. Anticipating what he had to offer me.
I take him home and give him a quick wash. I want him to be ready for me. I put on some soft music to get my mind in the mood to be at one with my unconventional lover.
I tease myself by placing him at the opening to my vagina. I feel my body shiver from the joy that is building inside of me. I stop teasing myself and finally insert him all the way into my pussy. He’s everything I imagined him to be. He has girth and size and weight. Oh my goodness he felt heavy inside of me, but I liked it.
He was turning me on, but I hadn’t even had the chance to turn him on. When I did…
I turned BOB on and instantly he started to whiz to life. He began to whirl his beads inside me. His stimulated my clit with his humming vibrations of ecstasy. He took me to the edge of the universe and I didn’t want to return.
I tried my best to maintain my composure, but it was a useless effort. BOB new exactly how to please me and he didn’t disappoint.
“Oh God! BOB! BOB! BOB! What are you doing to me?” I thought to myself as I came.
I came and I came and I came until I was spent. That was the first time I was intimate with BOB, my Battery Operated Boyfriend.
Mmmm....Reflexology. The New Massage.
I remember when the beau first learned reflexology, he wanted to use me as his guinea pig. Not that I was going to tell him no. I recall having a headache that day and really not wanting to be bothered, but he persisted and it helped that he told me he could get rid of my headache with a simple touch.
Now no matter what I’m going through or what I’m doing my mind stays in the gutter, but he assured me that it wasn’t what I thought and that we’ll get to that later. But he could massage the headache away or rather reflex it away.
Of course I didn’t believe him, but I love and support him so I was willing to see what it was he had to offer. He took my hand in his and traced my palm with his fingers making my hand tingle. He started telling me about reflexology, the benefits, and then tried it out on me.
What is it?
Reflexology is a treatment that involves the application of gentle pressure to reflex points located on all of the surfaces of the feet and hands.
What are the benefits?
To name a few:
- Improves blood circulation
- Boosts immune system
- Relieves aches and pain
- Alleviates problems associated with the reproductive system
- Restores mental alertness
- Calms an overactive mind
- Reduces emotional turmoil
- Increases positive emotions
- Soothes fears and anxiety
- Encourages spiritual growth and development
- Reflexology, with the addition of aromatherapy, can help with emotional problems like depression or self-esteem.
TRY IT!!!!
Check out Health Inspiration's Reflexology book by Denise Whichello Brown
TRY IT OUT AND LET ME KNOW HOW IT GOES!!!
♥ Tesha
Monday, May 3, 2010
Bag Ladies Radio
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Chilli's wants are NOT your needs....
1. Fine/Gorgeous
2. Sensitive
3. Great Sense of Humor
4. Believe in God
5. 6 pack abs but ok with a 4 pack
6. Tall
7. Successful
8. Can have up to 2 baby mamas
9. Big Package
10. Don’t drink
11. Don’t Smoke
12. Don’t Eat Pork
13. No Big Egos
Although most women have a similar list, they are failing because they hold to this list so much, just like Chilli.
Below is my list that I think single women should take into consideration as they search for that perfect mate.
10. Have high standards, but realistic expectations
There is nothing truly wrong with Chilli’s list of wants. Most women have an almost identical list of their own. What bothers me about the list and Chilli is not just that she has high standards (like most single women), but she has over-the-top expectations. Before she is even willing to give a man a chance when she meets him, she already has an expectation for the outside AND the inside. And let’s be real ladies, how many of you even have the same qualities that you want your potential man to have? Be honest with yourself. Ladies, have high standards, but keep your expectations realistic.
9. Give the little guy a chance
Every woman wants the Tyson Beckfords, Hill Harpers, and Idris Elbas but very seldom will they admittedly want the Johnny “No Names” of the world. You see, ladies, you have to give the little guy a chance because honestly you don’t know what he is trying to accomplish and you definitely don’t know where or who he will be in a couple of years. If Michelle hadn’t given Barack a chance when she met him as an inexperienced lawyer she would have lost her opportunity to be the First Lady. Think about it.
8. You catch more flies with honey
When a guy says hello to you, there is nothing wrong with giving him a pleasant smile and saying hello back. You might meet Mr. Right, if you tone down that attitude and learn to keep your smart mouth in check. No man is going to want to approach a woman if she appears to have an attitude. So, if you want to catch more flies (i.e. men), you’re going to have to turn up the sweetness.
7. Be a lady, not a bitch
Chivalry is only dead if you kill it. If a man opens a door for you, you should tell him thank you, not tell him you can do it yourself and give him major attitude (see #8). Men WANT to do chivalrous things for women, the reason why they don’t is because women don’t see the value in being a lady anymore. If he is going to go out of his way to do something nice, like pick up the check or open the door or pull out your chair, the least you can do is be a lady about it.
6. You receive what you send out
I’m a big believer in karma (the belief that what you send out into the universe comes back to you in abundance). If you wish to have a good man with everything on your “list,” then you need to be sending out positive vibes and be specific (and realistic) to what you want. Saying “I want a good man” means nothing to the universe. You might get a good man who happens to also have a record, just got laid off, and has major ambitions to be the blocks next superstar….but he’s still a good man. Get the F*** outta here!
5. Change your routine
If you’re doing something and are fed up with the results, then it’s time to change your routine. If you keep meeting dead-beat losers in the club…then maybe you shouldn’t try to meet guys in the club. If you realize guys keep running away when you open your mouth to speak, then maybe you should evaluate what you’re saying to them. It’s simple. When you want better results, change your routine.
4. Be open minded
As a black woman, I find it interesting how black women are quick to complain about there not being any men out there for them and how they search and search, but yet they refuse to think outside the box. Or better yet their race. You are limiting yourself by placing your potential mate in a cookie cutter box. How likely are you to date a man that has all the qualities you want, however he’s a totally different race than you? His chances of being with you are probably slim to none. By expanding your search to include more races, you are more likely to find that potential mate. Think Something New with Sanaa Lathan.
3. Substance vs. surface
One thing I didn’t like about Chilli’s list was how her list was comprised of superficial qualities. It’s great to have a man that’s wonderful to look at, but does he have substance? What I mean by that is can he hold a conversation? Is he able to give you mindgasms? Take Jay-Z for instance, not 100% to look at, but when he opens his mouth…instant mindgasm. Look, beauty fades, but wisdom is forever.
2. Independence vs. interdependence. Do you know the difference?
All these single women talking about “I don’t need a man this. I don’t need a man that.” But secretly you want one? To be in a relationship means that you have to depend on one another for love, support, and even finances to name a few. That means that you two are INTERDEPENDENT. There is no such thing as independence in a relationship because you now have to lean on the other for something. When you realize that you need a man just as much as you want one, eventually he will come to you.
1. Love yourself
There are so many single women out here, searching for the perfect guy who will fall in love with them. But the only problem is…these women fail to love themselves first. No one can love you if you don’t love yourself. I think Carrie Bradshaw from Sex and the City said it best,
“The most exciting, challenging, and significant relationship of all is the one you have with yourself. And if you find someone to love the you you love, well that's just fabulous."
I hope if there is a single gal out there reading this, it helps them to finally get the mate of their dreams.
&hearts Tesha
*As discussed on Bag Ladies Radio*