Dear Diary

Then the beat drops...

2011-10-31T02:32:00.000-04:00

Pussy thumping like the hard bass line of a southern rap song as I drove to his house.

Last time we met like this I felt like I couldn’t walk for days. I missed him. Mostly I missed his dick slow stroking my walls stirring up all kinds of sinful and tantalizing emotions within me. He made me cry last time…it was so good I cried tears of joy because I couldn’t believe that dick could be THAT good. Good dick is good dick but dick that makes you cry…something else.

I turned the radio up listening to the quiet melodies of the late night erotic set of DJ Love imagining what type of sexcapades we’d be getting into tonight. Twenty minutes later I was at his house trying to keep my composure and not let my anxiousness take over. He greeted me at the door with a smile, which I returned. I could see in his eyes he had major plans for my pussy and I had plans to let him do whatever he wanted with me. We made our way through his house into his master suite. When I opened the door, I was greeted by aromatherapy candles scattered through-out the bedroom. I was delighted, my mind was already aroused and now he wanted to arouse my senses…the sweet smell of strawberries wafting through the air dancing a slow grind within my nose…

I dropped my purse into his reading chair and began to take off my coat. He came up behind me and grabbed me by the waist, kissing me on my neck. I cooed with the soft touch of his tongue on that sensitive spot behind my ear. He helped me out of my coat and turned me around. I met his gaze…his dark brown eyes filled with passion and intensity.

We kissed. Lips locked. Fire erupting.

He grabbed the bottom of my shirt and slowly pulled it up and over my head…I reciprocated. He leaned in and kissed my neck, groping my collar bone with his warm and moist tongue. I reached down to unbuckle his pants, slipped my hand in his boxers and massaged his semi-hard dick. My breath unmasking the excitement I had for this moment we were about to share. Hands on my back, he unbuckled my bra, freeing my breasts to be met with the touch of his soft hands gently massaging them. I moaned softly.

I made my way out of my boots and slowly slid my jeans over my ass and hips…leaving them on the floor to be witness to the show we were getting ready to put on. I lied on the bed, with his instructions, and closed my eyes. I wanted to be surprised by his every touch, building the sweet sensations of sexual satisfaction.

He touched me very lightly starting from my temples and caressed my face. I could feel him leaning in as he gently kissed the lids of my eyes…I could have died at that simple gesture. My pussy began humming a gentle melody as his hands and lips continued their exploration of my body. My neck…my breasts…my stomach were all stops on his excursion. I brought him up to meet my lips…they were starving for attention. He kissed me deeply, his dick hovering over my pussy making sure I knew it was present and wanting and waiting to be devoured.

“I need to feel your dick…” I said to him…at least I think I said it to him. Regardless, he knew what I needed and he gave it to me. He slowly and meticulously spread my pussy lips apart with the head of his dick. I gasped, wanting more of the pleasurable pain, preparing my body for the assault his dick would be giving. As he slowly entered me inch by inch, he teased me by stopping and sliding back a half an inch. He went in inch by inch and out half in by half in…it was torture…but I loved it. Finally, he…assuming he was done teasing himself as well, entered me all the way. My body sighed and shivered. It was like opening the door to a sudden gust of cool breeze, unexpected but exhilarating.

Our breaths were in unison as he slow stroked me to paradise. With each calculated stroke, I got closer and closer to nirvana. I moaned softly in his ear as he leaned in to kiss me. I parted by lips and allowed his tongue to enter my mouth. He grinded into my pussy as I grabbed his neck to kiss him deeper…we both shuddered. I spread my legs wider to give him deeper access, to which he accepted. He was DEEP inside me, hitting areas in my pussy I didn’t know existed. I couldn’t take him, but I had to have him. I had to have him all the way. My moans begged him not to stop, they got him excited and he began to stroke faster.Before I knew it, he turned me over and I was on top of him. I rode him, seeming to take him in deeper. He hit everything inside me as I grinded his dick…my soul…my walls…everything. I could tell he enjoyed the gyration of my hips as he let out a low groan.

“Oooh…your pussy feels good.” He said to me, just above a whisper.

“Mmmm…describe to me what it feels like.” I said to him…wanting to have my ego stroked as well.

“Your pussy…hmmmm…,” he licks his lips before he continues. I assumed he was in awe. “Your pussy is like much needed rain on a hot summer day. Wet. Warm. Appreciated.” He started.

I was lost in the poetry of his words…I could feel myself getting wetter. I moaned as he continued to stroke my mind, my pussy, and my ego.

“Your pussy is like my favorite dessert…addicting. One taste and I can’t get enough.” He said stroking upwards meeting my slow grind.

I held on to his hands tightly as the first wave of orgasm came through me. My breathing became staccato. My pussy clinched around his dick, holding on for dear life. Whether it was his description of my pussy or his way with sex…I couldn’t hold my composure. But he was an insatiable lover, always hungry for my next orgasm.

He was also a compassionate lover, allowing me to catch my breath before we continued. I laid beside him in the bed still panting from my intense orgasm. My back towards him, he held me tight bringing his warm chest close to my body. I could feel his dick dancing against my butt. He kissed my neck and back, leaving trails of moisture between each spot. I reached behind me to grab his head to bring him closer to me. I craned my neck as I gave him a soft kiss. I had just caught my breath when he began to play with my pussy; introducing the head of his dick as if we hadn’t seen each other in a while. I positioned myself on my side and allowed him better access.

He grinded his dick into me as I lay on my side, it was a very passionate position. Two bodies close together. His arms wrapped tightly around me. His head nestled close to my cheek, his warm breath whispering in my ear. His dick telling my pussy the reasons it had to have it and taking. He started to pound into my pussy, becoming overwhelmed by the orchestration of our sexual session. His breathing the rhythm, my moans the melody.

It was like the breakdown of a song where the melody changes keys, the lyrics become more soul stirring, and the rhythm ascends to climax…and then the beat drops and you are consumed with everything the song has to offer…

World Aids Day

2010-12-01T00:52:00.000-05:00

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

2010-09-19T22:51:00.000-04:00

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

2010-09-19T21:35:00.000-04:00

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

2010-08-23T15:26:00.005-04:00

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

2010-08-15T00:31:00.004-04:00

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....

2010-08-14T23:22:00.003-04:00

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

Hope this helps! Happy Adventures in sex!

♥ Tesha

**If you would like to have your sex, love, and relationship questions answered please don't hesitate to send me a message via this blog with the subject "Dear Tesha"**

Things that make you go WTF?

2010-08-01T10:41:00.005-04:00

Have you ever thought to yourself how illegal your sex life actually is? Probably not. You would never think that that a blowjob or masturbation was illegal. Well little did you know, it actually is "YIKES!" Below are some weird sex laws in the U.S.:

In Utah, adultery, oral and anal sex, masturbation are considered sodomy and can lead to imprisonment.

In Massachusetts, at a rodeo it is illegal to have sex with a rodeo clown in the presance of horses.

In Hastings, Nebraska, the owner of every hotel is required to provide each guest with a clean and pressed nightshirt. No couple, even if they are married, may sleep together in the nude. Nor may they have sex unless they are wearing one of these clean, white cotton nightshirts.

In Michigan, a woman isn't allowed to cut her own hair without her husband's permission

In Deadwood, South Dakota, dresses that show the ankles or higher are illegal. (Dress must cover ankles)

In Georgia, it is illegal to purchase or possess marital aides (vibrators, dildos, etc.)

In Colorado, it is against the law to kiss a sleeping woman

All bachelors should be called master, not mister, when addressed by their female counterparts, in Illinois.

In Willowdale, Oregon, no man may curse while having sex with his wife.

In Utah, sex with an animal - unless performed for profit - however is NOT considered sodomy.

Things that make you go "WTF?" I can tell you right now, I've broken several of these laws. I'm bad to the bone honey. Ba ba ba ba bad!

&hearts Tesha

Tesha's Favorite Couple #4

2010-08-01T10:32:00.003-04:00

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

2010-07-25T16:04:00.004-04:00

**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....

2010-07-25T15:41:00.006-04:00

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

2010-07-18T20:32:00.004-04:00

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

2010-07-16T22:56:00.004-04:00

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

2010-07-11T21:16:00.006-04:00

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

2010-07-11T21:01:00.003-04:00

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?

2010-07-01T20:54:00.005-04:00

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....

2010-06-24T17:16:00.005-04:00

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...

2010-06-24T16:59:00.004-04:00

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?

2010-06-20T21:17:00.001-04:00

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

2010-06-20T19:14:00.004-04:00

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

2010-06-13T21:57:00.003-04:00

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

2010-06-13T16:04:00.004-04:00

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

2010-06-06T20:53:00.005-04:00

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

2010-06-06T20:00:00.007-04:00

Ciara Ride

Chris Issack Wild Game

Rihanna Rude Boy

Trey Songz Invented Sex

D’Angelo Untitled (How does it feel)

Janet Jackson Anytime

Justin Timberlake My Love

Aerosmith Love in an Elevator

Tyrese Signs of Love Making

Christina Aguilera Dirrty

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.

2010-05-30T16:05:00.002-04:00

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

2010-05-29T22:20:00.004-04:00

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

2010-05-24T20:49:00.006-04:00

"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

2010-05-24T20:42:00.005-04:00

"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

2010-05-24T20:25:00.004-04:00

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

2010-05-23T22:35:00.006-04:00

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?

2010-05-21T19:16:00.004-04:00

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.

2010-05-16T21:08:00.004-04:00

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

A funny thing happened at the bachelorette party

2010-05-09T23:26:00.005-04:00

I went to my first bachelorette party last weekend. It was sooooo much fun. The sisterhood and comradery that goes on when a woman you care about gets married is priceless. Even better is the raunchy, sexual, explicit things that go on when the drinks start flowing. I can’t surrender the details, but I will share one funny quip from the festivities.

Sweet Dick Suckers from Starship-Elations

Quote of the weekend
“I guess I’ll be sucking dick for the rest of my life” –The Blushing Bride
Congratulations to the happy couple on their new life together!!!!
♥ Tesha

BOB

2010-05-09T22:50:00.003-04:00

With BOB was the first time I squirted. I honestly didn’t know women could skeet, but after being with BOB I was a believer.

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.

2010-05-09T21:53:00.005-04:00

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!!!!

The pressure circle technique

Usually performed using the pad of the thumb, it is particularly useful for treating more sensitive reflexes on the hand.

Step 1

Select an area on your left hand, and then, using your right thumb, circle gently and slowly over the area, keeping your thumb in contact with the point

Step 2

To practice on your partner, gently cup his or her right hand, palm facing up, in the palm of your left hand. Place your right hand, working themb on a reflex point on the palm of the receiver’s hand and then slowly and gently circle over the area, keeping your thumb in contact with the point. Note that any initial tenderness will quickly subside after a few pressure circles have been performed.

Check out Health Inspiration's Reflexology book by Denise Whichello Brown

TRY IT OUT AND LET ME KNOW HOW IT GOES!!!

♥ Tesha

Bag Ladies Radio

2010-05-03T20:50:00.004-04:00

Hello All!

I have some exciting news to share with you!!!

I'm going to be on Bag Ladies Radio tomorrow, Tuesday, at 8:00pm EST talking about my most recent post Chilli's Wants Are Not Your Needs. I was approached by the Beautiful Lady Erin to be on their Tuesday Night show, so of course I had to say yes. I hope all the single ladies who tune in tomorrow gets something from the program.

Bag Ladies is an intimate, entertaining, cutting-edge,

lifestyle radio show about the reality of life, living and being a woman.

The weekly show broadcasts nationally via blogtalkradio, an online social

radio network. Unscripted, it mimics the tone of those gal pal get-togethers

when ladies kick off those Jimmy Choo's, grab a glass of (wine) and chat it

up about every topic under the sun. Based in Washington, DC, Bag Ladies

speaks to the baggage that women carry be it a diaper bag or emotional

baggage but yet still maintains balance in her life.

Bag Ladies is comprised of Lady Erin, Madame Myra, Miz Adams. These are some fabulous ladies so make sure you check out their website!

Bag Ladies Radio is Every Tuesday at 7PM EST.

These are some fabulous ladies so make sure you keep up with them and their fabulosity!

Click here to tune in live!

♥ Tesha

Chilli's wants are NOT your needs....

2010-05-02T22:34:00.006-04:00

Chilli and her now infamous list is not good fodder for single women everywhere. Think about it, she is almost 40 and has NEVER been married. She has a son out of wedlock and is now on a search for this imaginary perfect guy. I can’t take a woman seriously if she is one of the only unmarried people in her group of friends. She’s a gorgeous woman, but thank God she doesn’t give love advice. Below is her list of qualities for a man.

What Chilli Wants
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.

My top 10 list for single women

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*

The Kinks

2010-04-25T23:30:00.003-04:00

I went to a networking mixer with one of my good friends. It was something along the lines of a new designer put together a mix, massage, and mingle event. It was nice. The designer had some nice pieces to offer and the crowd was full of people from all over this great city. We did our thing working the room and talking to everybody, ensuring not a person left without A. our business cards and B. having spoken with us briefly.

“I’m going to make sure our names are on the list for the complimentary massage,” Jessie informed me.

“Okay girl. No problem!” I said. I was never one to say no to a massage, much less a free one.

Still working our magic in the room, we got into an interesting and entertaining conversation with Linda, the associate editor of Femme Fatale magazine, a publication for the free spirited female entrepreneur. She was one of those people that commanded attention. When she started a conversation, you couldn’t help but to listen and interact. Our conversation started with something as minute as the strawberries on the fruit platter, but somehow we traveled to topics including being independent vs. being interdependent…

“You know most women don’t actually know the difference. They are so strung out on this notion of being ‘independent’ that they neglect to realize that it is the reason they are single." When you find yourself in a relationship, the term ‘independent’ doesn’t exist because you have to rely so heavily on your mate. Thus making you inter-dependent,” She expressed.

Jessie and I were so intrigued by the concept because we literally walked into the event discussing the topic.

Our conversation was on a roadtrip to various topics. We made a stop to the sexually free discussion when Linda asked us what it means to be sexually free or liberated.

“So ladies, let me pose this question to you. What does it mean to you to be sexually liberated?” She asked.

“Well, to be sexually liberated means that you have to be sexually open minded as well. You have to free your mind of what society wants you to think is sexy or taboo and what you morally think is sexy or taboo.But the problem lies in how society has us so conformed we can’t differentiate our morals from theirs,” Jessie, Ms. Sexually Liberated, expressed.

“I can agree with you but in order to be sexually liberated you do have to break down the societal walls…and I can honestly say that I have yet to break down much in that department. What about you Linda?” I asked.

“Well ladies, to me to be sexually liberated means taking responsibility for your sexuality and knowing what you like vs. what society wants you to like. I fully agree with Jessie in her definition of sexual liberation. When I started my journey in exploring the concept, I took many adventures. My adventures include men, women, and those in between and I am not afraid to admit that. But in order for me to be comfortable with the concept I, myself, had to explore it on my own,” stated Linda.

We agreed with her. I wasn’t sure if I was ready to take the plunge in sexual exploration but I had definitely given it some thought before. I agreed with myself that if the opportunity presented itself, that I would be open minded in researching it.

“Jessie Hernandez? The masseuse is ready for you,” said the hostess.

“Well, ladies. I have to go enjoy being rubbed down. Try not to miss me too much,” Jessie said with sass as she walked away.

“So Ms. Linda, how did you come up with the idea for Femme Fatale Magazine?” I asked.

“Well, Femme Fatale started as an online blog about 5 years ago,” she began.

“I was in my journalism class and our senior project was to create a new publication not before seen. My idea was to create a magazine geared towards women, 21-55, that wasn't about fashion or beauty or the like, but catered to the woman of the 21st century, the female entrepreneur,” she stated.

“I definitely got an A on the project, but I didn’t want to just leave it as some project that I did in college and decided to turn it into an online blog. I was lucky because when I started it, it was before blogs got really popular. It became successful being that I had the chance to interview some remarkable women and had other great women contribute. After it ran through its course of being a blog, I took the funding I received from the blog and with the help of some notable friends and associates it became the magazine you see today,” she said, a smile of accomplishment riddled on her face.

I was so enamored with this woman and hearing the story of how one of the greatest and truest magazines came to fruition made me want to fall in love with her. I get so inspired by women who work hard to ensure that their dreams are realized. I am even more inspired when they do it mostly by themselves.

“Oh. My. God. Win. That was the BEST mini massage that I have EVER experienced in my life. Girl, I damn near had an orgasm right there in the chair,” Jessie embellished.

“Ha Ha! That must’ve been one helluva massage! I can’t wait to get mine.” I stated to her excitedly.

“Girl, they have the mood already ready for you before you even get in there. They have the lights low, candles light, soft music, aromatherapy going. And then when they speak to you it sounds ‘Just. Like. This.’” Jessie said making her voice soft and soothing.

“Oh my goodness it was magical,” she gushed.

“Winnie Adams? The masseuse is ready for you,” the hostess called.

I was elated. After listening to Jessie go on and on about how wonderful the massage was and how magical the ambience was, I was running to get to the massage room to experience it for myself.

“You’ll be in room 3, right here to the left. The masseuse will enter in about a minute. Just get comfortable and relax,” the hostess told me as she ushered me to my room.

I entered the room, Jessie was right. The room was light by candle light creating a sensual glow around the room. Soft music was playing. It wasn’t quite jazz, but it definitely had a calming melody. The room smelled like lavender and rose oil. My senses were in over drive. I couldn’t wait until the masseuse made his grand entrance.

I took off my coat and set my purse down on the available table next to the massage chair. I placed myself on the waiting massage chair and got comfortable. I heard a knock on the door and someone entered in.

The masseuse entered in exactly one minute, just like the hostess said he would.

“Good evening. I’ll be your masseuse this evening. I want you to clear your mind and let the world go,” said a female voice.

I wasn’t all that comfortable with having feminine hands on my body, but it was a free massage and Jessie said that it was magical. So I gave her a try. I let my mind be clear and tried my best to relax.

“I’m going to get some chamomile and lavender oil for your massage today. It will help you to relax and open your senses,” she said, “Breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth.”

I relax into the chair and allow my senses to be taken away by the candles, the music, the oils, and the experience.

She starts by gently massaging my neck, providing pressure in all the right spots. I carry most of my stress in my neck; everything that she is doing makes me moan a little to myself.

“Is the pressure okay? Do you want me to go harder or softer?” she asks with her soft voice.

“No, no. The pressure is perfect, please don’t stop,” I say to her, mouth dry.

Her sweet sensual touches move lower to my back. Although I am sitting in a chair, she is making me feel as if I’m lying naked on a beach with a warm air passing over me. Her touches are like foreplay for me right now.

It feels like when you are lying in bed and you are kissing your partner with the utmost passion. The heat from the attraction that you both harness makes you hot from the bottom of your soul. You are so inebriated by the endorphins that to have sex with this person would send you clear over the edge. I’m pretty sure I’m not gay, but she is making me want to experience that hidden side of me right now.

My body is so turned on by her. I lose myself.

Her touches get harder and deeper into my body. The pressure builds from deep within me. She travels lower to my hips. I moan silently to myself…or at least I think I’m moaning silently. She has to know what she is doing to me. She has to know that her fingers are magical. I have to have her for my own. I feel so addicted to her right now.

She massages my hips.

I’m sure she can hear my moans and whimpers.

She increases her pressure.

I don’t want her to stop. I kind of wish she would…

Her hands move to my pelvic bone.

Oh my Goodness! I don’t want her to stop. I’m too afraid to tell her to stop. I’m too horny to tell her to stop. Please don’t stop.

She slowly moves her hand to my mound. With slow, measured circles she massages me.

I’m in both heaven and hell.

She treads lightly to see if I will tell her to stop. Even if I did, my moaning would make me a hypocrite. Seeing that I won’t tell her to stop and that I am comfortable with what she is doing, she massages me over and over and over again. She massages me until my moans aren’t just in my head, they are audible and intrusive.

“Don’t stop! Please don’t stop! I’m bout to cum. Oh my…oh my…oh God. Please don’t stop!” I say trying my hardest not to get too loud.

She feels so good between me. Before I have the chance to talk myself out of this hedonism, I cum and I cum hard.

“Thank you. I hope you enjoyed yourself. If you want to come back again, this is my card,” she tells me after I have composed myself and cleaned up.

I shake my head and give her a shameful smile and leave the massage room, dignity in tow.

“Hey, girl! What I tell you? Magical right?” Jessie asked excitedly.

“Yeah girl, she got ALL the kinks out!”

The 4 Cs in a relationship

2010-04-19T00:30:00.005-04:00

So recently I’ve been inundated with examples of what a relationship should be, what a relationship shouldn’t, and what is missing in start-up relationships. I remember having a conversation with one of my friends about why our generation is having so many issues with long lasting relationships. I feel like so many of us in this generation are too stuck on the I part of the relationship. We want to be [I]ndependent and [I]solated from each other that when the relationship fails we are left wondering what happened to “WE” instead of taking the time out to see that the problem was “I” in the first place. We have also forgotten that in order to make a relationship work in the first place it takes HARDWORK.

I would be a fool to have just quit my relationship of 8 years because he sometimes forgot to clean the bathroom or it irritated me when he seemingly acted nonchalant to my feelings. There already aren’t enough men in the world and granted no one wants to settle but it’s not settling if you are working hard to make the relationship work and if the relationship is worth the work.

Lately, I’ve been noticing boat loads of examples of relationships as my own relationship starts transitioning to a new chapter. I’ve noticed relationships that are storybook from people my own age. I’ve seen relationships that are tragically unhappy from the generation previous. And I’ve seen start-up relationships that can go either way depending on how the two decide to make it work.

*Cliff and *Claire
(mid 20s, Love at first sight type of love story, married 6 months)
• Their relationship is interesting in how they met and how their love unfolded. When you see them, you wouldn’t know that their relationship started by a chance encounter on one of your local social media websites. Fate struck when they met at the local mall and instantly hit it off. These two have literally been inseparable since their very first encounter. They moved in almost immediately and soon after got married. They have currently been married for about 7 months. And I know what you’re thinking, “They met on the internet? She moved in with him? They got married so soon?” But ask yourself this: Are you married? How long did you know the person in your last relationship? Did it work out?
• They’ve shown me that it doesn’t matter how you meet a person or how long you’ve known them, if love is meant to be then it will surely happen.

*Marcus and *Angela
(late 40s-50s, fell in love fast but fell out of love even faster, married 13 years)
• They have your typical love story. Man and woman meet at a party thrown by mutual friends, through the coaxing of said mutual friends they start dating. After a few years, they get married. Their two previous families merge making one big family, child comes along and it’s wedded bliss until it becomes marital hell. When we think of how marriage is supposed to happen we always think about the “perfect” encounter but then when the stereotypical bad outcomes happen we are telling ourselves how different our situation is from the next person’s. What stands out to me the most about this couple is their resistance to 1. Change and 2. Working it out. They both assume that the other is going to do or say something and then they want to get mad at the other for not taking the first step. The first step happens when you decide it happens. Since neither of them decided to take the first step, unfortunately they are filling for divorce and haven’t slept in the same bed for almost 5 years.
• What they have taught me is how important the 4 Cs are in a relationship. It’s not enough to just BE in a relationship you have to 4C in the relationship too!

*Carrie and *Big
(late 20s-30s, typical on again/ off again love story, dating for about 3+ years)
• The found each other by chance and decided to give it a try. The first time didn’t quite work out. Neither did the second or third or fourth times. Now she is legitimately trying to make it work but he’s not giving any real declarations about it. Both of them have been in serious relationships before, one of them has even been married before but what wasn’t learned from those previous relationships is slowly manifesting itself into this relationship. Their relationship can either go the Bill/ Claire route or the Marcus/ Angela route dependent upon how she communicates with him and how he compromises with her.
• What I am learning about this relationship is that women need to let a man know what she will take and what she will not. It’s not enough to talk about the good in a relationship, we have to deal with and talk about the bad. If you can’t look him in the eyes and let him know that you intend on being in this relationship for the long run then you might need to work on you. If he doesn’t know that you are looking for a husband because you are ready to be a wife, then maybe you need to work on you. If he can’t see you in his future, then he doesn’t need to be in your present. (period)

A relationship takes so many things to work and yes it can be tiring, yes it can be painful, and yes it most definitely can be challenging. But the 4 Cs can help.

Companionship
A person who is frequently in the company of, associates with, or accompanies another
You’re in a relationship to be in the company of someone else. To be with someone who supports you 360, who cares for you and who loves you. If you try to enter into a relationship stuck on yourself, then guess what? You’ll end up by yourself.

Compassion
A feeling of deep sympathy and sorrow for another who is stricken by misfortune, accompanied by a strong desire to alleviate the suffering.
No one wants to converse or associate with a person who cannot understand where they are coming from. Granted men and women are different but when it all comes down to it, are we really? Men want what we want in a relationship, to be understood and taken seriously. So stop with the bitchassness! There is a reason you have two ears and one mouth...

Communication
The imparting or interchange of thoughts, opinions, or information by speech, writing, or signs.
Whatever happened to the art of communication? When a man and a woman could speak from their souls without the threat of looking like a dumbass or loon? Or rather whatever happened to say what you mean and mean what you say? I will admit, as a woman, I would like for my man to know what I mean before I say it, but let’s be honest none of us are mind readers so how can we expect him to know what we mean or want if we don’t even know what we mean or want? The best relationships are those where the couples know how to communicate effectively whether it is talking when a problem arises or not talking when we are pissed at each other so we can communicate effectively with a clear head. When we learn how to communicate better, we learn if there are problems and how to fix them, we learn more about our mates, and we learn to understand each other more.

Compromise
A settlement of differences by mutual concessions; an agreement reached by adjustment of conflicting or opposing claims, principles, etc., by reciprocal modification of demands.
Let’s be honest, my man and I don’t agree on everything. I actually enjoy the fact that he has his own mind. I can honestly say that we have grown a lot in our relationship to the point where when we have an argument we have learned to either agree to disagree or we just completely squash it. Arguments only last as long as you hold that grudge. On the other hand compromise also means knowing when to choose your battles. We all have flaws, including you. So getting upset with something minute about him and causing a huge blowout is only going to leave you single and confused. Choose your battles.

These are just some things that were on my mind lately. I hope if anyone has been having an issue in their relationship that this helps. I hope for those whose relationship is near perfect, I congratulate you. For you single gals, don't worry love will find you.

"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."
--Carrie Bradshaw (Sex and the City)

XOXO
Tesha

Dance of the booty call

2010-04-10T23:58:00.002-04:00

The booty call. We’ve all done it, experienced it, or did both, but now what? You are in a relationship or married, so really there is no need for the booty call….well unless you are being unfaithful which my dear is out of the bounds of my personal life. But really, when you are with someone for a long time and you want to spice things up a bit, why not input the booty call? I am personally in a long term, committed relationship and we don’t really live with each other as of yet, but I found my little experiment in “Booty Calling” to be highly effective. I’ll set the scenario up for you….

It was the weekend, the time when we separated ourselves from each other to maintain our single status sanity and give each other the space necessary to do whatever it is we needed to get done before the week found us again with no work done. Specifically it was Saturday, for me it was my cleaning day and the day I utilized to catch up on my favorite sport….dancing in my room. For him it was a day of solace on the computer to get some work done for his business. I didn’t really bother him much through-out the day because of course I too didn’t want to be bothered.

The day passes us by and I am fine with the 5-10 minutes we talked all day. But as I look at the clock and see that it is around 1:00AM, something tickles me in my loins. I wait it out for a couple minutes posting innuendos on Twitter and @replying him to it, hoping he will get the hint and call. Mostly because every woman wants to be chased and every man wants to be the chaser, even if they both know they got each other already. But he doesn’t call me and I don’t get my instant gratification from a phone call. So I take matters into my own hands.

I want some @hisnamehere Send.
Received: What do you want bookey.
Some you. Send.
Received: What do you want to do?
Have sex! Are you at home? Send.
Received: Lol! Yes I am would you like to come over?
No. I want you to come over here. Send.
Received: Uhhh ok
See you in 10? Send.
Received: Let’s make it 20
Okay. Send.
Forward. Yes I am. But the placement of the booty call was still successful. He enters into my place already knowing what I wanted and it was a little paprika on the already spicy sex life we have.

I shut down the computer and walk to my bed, his eyes following my every move. I can tell he is ready to unwrap this package nestled inside a blue cotton robe. I give him a kiss on his lips to greet him and let him know I am ready when he is ready to take me. He lays me on the bed running his hands through my now short and natural mini fro. I admire that he loves me for me even when I think I look my worse. He unfastens the belt of my robe and unmasks my nude body. He caresses me with a feathery touch, making me squirm and giggle under his fingertips. He kisses my cheeks, tends to my lips, and then re-acquaints his lips with the rest of my body.

He takes his time when he kisses my nipples, making wet circles around the areola, suckling on my nipples as I coo beneath him. His fingers are still in the foray of foreplay intensifying all the sensations taking place. I feel heady already and we haven’t even begun to get to the real subject of the night. He teases me by lightly grazing his fingertips through my fuzzy peach before he slowly makes his way down to my grove. He knows what he is doing. He knows I like to be teased. He kisses me all around and near my pussy, but doesn’t dive in. It drives me crazy, but in the end I know it’s all worth it. Finally after what feels like hours of oral foreplay, he dives tongue first into my now throbbing vagina.

I realize in order for a true booty call to work, the booty callee must know what the booty caller wants before he/she even proceeds to accept the invitation. If he would have came in asking me specifically what I wanted, as late as it was, I would have gotten out of the mood. There is always a time and place for soft sensual “conversations” and right now was not that time.

He dives tongue first into my now throbbing vagina. I squeal with the excitement of his hot breath on my clitoris. He turns his body to me so his dick is within arm’s reach of me. I jack him off slowly listening to him moan inside me. I stroke him more to increase my pleasure than to add to his own, but either way we are both feeling hot. My body going haywire is fuel for him to make me cum. I try not to concentrate on the feelings that are welling up inside me, but it’s too great for me to bear and I release.
Instant Gratification.
But the fun wasn’t over yet. I may have gotten some oral pleasure, but I still wanted to be fucked. He tells me to get to the edge of the bed and turn over. I finagle my way to the foot of the bed and sensually bend over, giving him full view of my round derriere. He stands close behind me, I can feel his dick bouncing against my ass. Excitement the fodder of its movement. He takes his finger and inserts it into my pussy, ensuring that it’s still wet and ready for him. I moan.

Slowly he slides his dick into my pussy, prepping me for him to beat it out of control. He grabs me by the hips and guides my body against his. As he slows, my body takes over. I gyrate and whine against him. His soft moans making the naughty island girl come to life. He stops me, to regain his composure and takes over. Bouncing and pounding against me, increasing the twitches and throbs welling in me. We have this sexual competition over and over. I can’t just let him have all the control and I bounce against him making him lose his cool trying to keep up with the insane dance I do against him. I have to catch my breath, panting from this cardio we do.

“I know you’re not tired?” He says to me
“No, just making sure you can keep up,” I cockily reply to him.
Our syncopation: I grab the sheets. He holds my hips. We grind against each other. He thrusts into me. I thrust against him. He holds my waist. I press against him. We are a rhythmically sexual embodiment of passion. This tango of moans and skin reaches its apex. Our dance becomes that of two exerted lovers en fuego.

Why I don’t really believe in those “male enhancement” drugs…

2010-03-31T13:34:00.003-04:00

Everyone needs a little help in the bedroom every once in a while, but now-a-days it’s just gotten a little bit out of control. You have drugs to make him stronger, longer, wider etc., but what happened to being all natural. I can bet that if most men even knew 10% of the correct mixture of vitamins, exercise, and meditation not only would they be more fulfilled in the bedroom but their partner would be as well. I came across this article in Everyday Health, they stated the following exercises to make sex better. But before I post what they said, I am going to give my 5 exercises for better sexual health for males. I hope that you take this and incorporate it into your life as best as you can and get something out of it.

My tips
1.Running-helps with stamina, strength, and because it’s cardio if you happen to be on the larger side, it will help with not getting winded when you REALLY get into it
2.Pilates/Yoga-the deep breathing and relaxation associated with these exercises are especially good when your woman wants to “go that extra mile” so to speak. Also because there is a lot of stretching involved in these exercises, you will be more flexible
3.Dancing-Personally, I feel like the more rhythm you have in the hips, the better you are in bed. Blame it on me being the product of Jamaica. If you aren’t that rhythmically inclined, DON’T WORRY, there are plenty of ways to get your “groove on”
4.Lifting weights-ever had those moments when you want to pick your girl up and show something she NEVER experienced before? It wouldn’t be possible without that weight set…
5.Masturbation-yeah, I said it. I would consider it an exercise because from what I’ve heard, men break a sweat and get a little workout. Translated to the bedroom, he knows how to tell his woman what he wants (building confidence) and he knows how to slow himself down

Like any exercise program please consult a physician…yada yada yada. Now for Everyday Health’s Picks

Everyday Health's 5 Sexercise Tips
#1: Weight Lifting-"causes the body to produce testosterone, which is the primary precursor for the male sex drive"
#2: Kegels-"these exercises can help endurance and control by tonight the PC muscles in the body body's pelvic floor, which can lead to better sex"
#3: Yoga-"it allows your body to get into creative positions for maximum pleasure during intercourse"
#4: Fast Walking-"In a Harvard study, researchers found that aerobic exercise resulted in a 30% lower risk of erectile dysfunction"
#5: Swimming-"for at least 30 minutes three times a week will increase sexual endurance and lead to weight loss"

Everyday Health's 5 Exercises Men Can Do for Better Sex

Ambien

2010-03-21T22:06:00.004-04:00

Day ending. Tired as hell. Ready to go to sleep but can’t.

My mind was roaming freely jumping from subject to subject. I thought about the details of my exhausting and eventful day.

I got up. Brushed my teeth. Did my hair and makeup. Got dressed. Headed out to the recreation center to teach adults that creative expression is a matter of the heart not the mind. Enjoyed lunch with my best friend. Went back to work to teach kids that paint is not food, no matter how appetizing it looks. Came home. Waited for Nathan to get home while I cooked dinner. Had dinner and discussion with the hubby….

I lay in the bed tossing from thought to thought. I think about how good Nathan looked coming out of his work clothes.

Damn he looks good, I think to myself. You would think after almost five years of marriage I would be tired of looking at him naked, but I’m not. First he takes off his shoes and leaves them in that nook in the hallway by the door, like always. He takes off his jacket and starts to hang it over the chair until he sees me looking at him, then decides against rebellion and hangs it neatly in the coat closet down the hall from our bedroom. I’m sitting on the bed fiddling with my phone when he finally enters into the bedroom, taking his button down shirt off.

“Ugh, why can’t I turn my brain off and go to sleep?” I said out loud.

He takes his shirt off, followed by his pants. My eyes are trained on him like a sniper on its target. I stare at him intently watching the bulge in his boxers, licking my lips. I imagine wrapping my lips around his dick and doing that thing with my mouth that drives him crazy until he begs me to stop.

He laughs at me concentrating on him. “Why do you always stare at me like a ‘Peeping Tom’?”

“I didn’t know it was a problem. ‘Scuse me for enjoying the view,” I laugh out loud.

I’m horny and want to have sex, but I’m also tired and I know he is too so I don’t make any sexual attempts. I slowly start to wish I had at least grabbed for his dick before turning out the light.

Day ended. Frustrated as hell. Ready to go to sleep but can’t. I toss and turn and turn and toss.

“Boo. What’s the matter? You’re making the bed shake more than an earthquake” he says.

“All I want to do is go to sleep, but I am too horny to drift off and I’m not sure if masturbating will take care of it tonight,” I tell him.

I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, my hand inching towards my fuzzy cove. I decide against the self gratification and begin to turn on my side. Nathan slyly slides down until he is face to face with my pussy. He lifts my left leg over his shoulder, makes himself comfortable, and begins to lick my pussy. Instantly I moan because he is giving me what my body has been craving all day…release. He starts with slow, sensual licks with the tip of his tongue across my outer pussy lips. I shiver.

He accompanies the sensual licks with sporadic moments of French kissing my pussy. I shutter. I open my legs more to allow him better access, putting my hands on his head to instruct him when he finds the hidden hot spots. He is really getting into our session of cunnilingus because I can hear him moan from within me. The sensation starts to take over and I am grinding my hips into his face, not wanting him to stop.

‘Oh dear Lord thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Oh My God. Please don’t stop.’ I think to myself.

He puts me in his signature position. I turn on my side, one leg under the weight of his upper body the other high into the air. He eats my pussy sideways. Slowly he inserts one finger, then two into my now sodden pussy. He is taking me over the edge and I like it. He slowly glides his fingers in and out of me to the same rhythm of his mouth assaulting my pussy. My moans and groans the soprano to our nocturnal orchestra. I can feel myself drifting away to another world, a world where multiple orgasms are a constant.

My body contorted under his arms, I wrap my right leg around his neck and grind harder into his face. He wants me to cum and cum hard, I try not to disappoint.

‘Oh God if. He. Puts his mouth….ooooh yes!’

He puts his whole mouth over my swollen clitoris and begins to lightly suckle on it as if it were my nipple. It’s driving me wild. My thoughts become incoherent.

‘Fuck. Fuck. Oh Shit. Fuck. Oh. Oh Oh.’

With one final suckle and thrust from his fingers, I squirt sweet nectar into his mouth. I cum with such force that I lose myself for several moments as the waves of please overpower me.

Nathan is past the point of being horny. My body doesn’t get the opportunity to take a deep breath before he is swinging my body around to meet his. He pulls me towards him, ass half hanging off the bed. He grabs my legs from underneath and lifts me to meet the thrusts of his dick.

I think to myself, in between orgasms: ‘I guess his dick got jealous of his mouth.’

He pounds into me with force, either determined to get another powerful orgasm out of me or trying to rid his body of tension as well. I roll my hips with his each thrust. I rub on his chest and reach for him to kiss me. He unlocks my legs from his hold and I wrap them around his waist. We adjust ourselves, while still hinged, and he positions himself directly above me giving me the kiss I requested. We kiss intensely for a while as he slow grinds into me.

“I love you,” He says to me breathlessly.

“Mmmm. I love you too,” I say to him in between moans.

We leave the formality behind as we switch into a new position. We move horizontally in the middle of the bed. I lay on my stomach with him laying on top of me. He humps me from behind. I feel a new wave every time his dick inches out of my pussy and then slams back into it. I start to lose my mind.

‘Oh my goodness. He is fucking me retarded right now.’

I grab the sheets as I lift my ass to give him more access. He grabs my hips and thrusts into me. Going in and out at the same tempo of our combined moans. He’s like a drug to me right now, I can’t get enough of him but if we don’t stop now I’m going to be addicted.

There is urgency in his thrusts now, my body is past satisfied, he announces to me that he is about to arrive and I tell him I’m right behind him.

‘Cum baby. Cum baby. Cum.’

With the last of his energy he beats my pussy senseless until he has arrived at our destination. I howl with excitement. We collapse. Really it was more like I laid flat, exhausted, and he collapsed on top of me.

He raises up to go to the bathroom to clean himself up and fix me a warm washcloth. Being the gentlemen he is, he cleanses me with care. Once finished he takes the wash cloth to the hamper in the bathroom.

By the time he returns, I am asleep having fantastical adventures in dream land.

Loose

2010-03-15T00:13:00.002-04:00

“Goose get you loose, Gone on Patron….” yeah I was feeling exactly that. Loose and gone, but it’s so funny how just the right amount of alcohol in your system will break down all inhibitions and make you more adventurous than normal.

It was a late night of partying, heavy drinking, and hellified fun. The city’s annual bar crawl celebration was taking place this weekend, so the liquor was being poured heavily and the merry times were constantly rolling. My boyfriend came in town to celebrate the festivities, while at the same time keeping me company. With him there, I felt more than safe… compelling me to be just a little bit over the top.

We went bar hopping with our bar crawl passes trying out each spot’s signature drink of choice. I tried all drinks with fruity nicknames (Strawberry Kisses, Pineapple Kamikaze, Raspberry Delight) mostly because I enjoyed the fact that I couldn’t tell I was getting drunk. My boyfriend, Dave, decided to keep his drinks manly; only indulging in drinks by that man named Jack. I stumble out of our final bar, elated to be able to go home, take off my shoes, and relax.

We walk up the stairs to my apartment. Actually it was more like Dave carried me, Tarzan style, up the stairs as I giggled uncontrollably. All of my roommates had left for whatever reason, I didn’t really care. Being alone had me in the mood to do some raunchy, dirty, filthy things with my man.

"Baby, I want to fuck, but I don't want to fuck regular. I want to be experimental." I said to him, words half slurred and inebriated.

He looked at me puzzled and intrigued. He was used to my sexual bluntness but for the life of him I don't think he knew how to answer the questions my body was asking him.

"Well, boo what do you want to do? I'm down for whatever. I just know I want to fuck the shit out of you..." he replied.

I looked at him, ready to pounce on him like a lioness on her king. I left him standing in the middle of the floor and got some supplies together for the sensational uncensored sex we were about to experience.

Reaching into the nightstand, I pulled out my favorite vibrator. It's a simple contraption that does complicated things to me. I pulled out lubrication because…well the sex is better when it’s wetter. But most importantly, I pulled out the condoms. No explanation needed.

I set all the goodies down within reach on the night stand.

He looks at me trying to figure out what kind of kinkiness I was going to put on him, today.

"Don't worry baby, most of that stuff is for me..." I assure.

I kiss him with passion letting him know that whatever is about to take place next is going to push our sexual relationship to the next level. Slowly, I unbutton his shirt and push it backwards off his shoulders. He caresses my back with his strong hands, squeezing me with fervor. We grope and fondle each other, warming our bodies up until the fire alarms are blazing.

I tell him to squeeze and rub my derriere. Rub and fondle my pussy. Massage my tongue with his. Turn the fire up welling deep inside me.

I turn around to let him kiss the weak spots on my neck and back. He knows these areas are guaranteed to send me over the top. We walk forward towards the bed, where we fall without missing a beat of kissing each other. I take the vibrator and graze it past my clitoris sending tingles up and down my spine. He takes his time licking circles and letters into my shoulder blades and down my spinal column. I can feel his dick knocking on my backdoor, impatiently wanting to enter into the forbidden zone. I tell him to give me the lube while he puts on the condom. I graciously oil myself up, ensuring that I am more than slippery allowing him full access.

He enters me with slow concentrated strokes, becoming a part of me inch by inch. At first it was a bit uncomfortable, but the curtain of cocktails had me feeling brave to take him on. Minutes go by and he has finally entered me fully. He continues to stroke me, gently and nurturingly. The hum of the vibrator playing its orchestra, the soundtrack to our night of naughtiness.

His stroke began to take on a life of its own as the pressure around him becomes more and more open. It’s driving me crazy the feeling of something new and dangerous and the thought of knowing we never did this before. It feels as if he has a new angle on stroking my pussy without even being in it. The vibrator takes the pleasure farther over the top. The lubrication makes the adventure more and more pleasurable.

I tell him he can stroke me faster and harder. He follows directions well and begins to stroke me at level 3. I send myself further over the top by putting the vibrator into my pussy and imaging being with two men at the same time. It’s a naughty thought that gets me more open and more wet. He reaches to the front of my body and massages my clitoris with one hand and squeezes my breast with the other. He can sense that I am his and takes over.

I tell him he can fuck me however he wants me and he does. I start to think to myself, “those long minutes of him going slow must have been a pure tease to him…”

“Fuck me harder daddy, fuck me harder,” I scream.

He starts to stroke me the same way he beats my pussy when we are fucking. All I can hear, in between my moans, is the slapping sound of his thighs against my ass and the hum of the vibrator in my pussy. I put the vibrator back on my clitoris, feeling myself about to lose control. His dick goes in and out of my ass, giving it a taboo but tantalizing therapy session. My legs begin to shake uncontrollably and I can tell he is about to lose himself too. His dick plummets my ass and just like that the world freezes around us….

We collapse in a sweaty, post-orgasmic, elated semi-embarrassed heap.
He slowly withdraws, getting up to excuse himself to the bathroom.
I retrieve a towel from the closet, clean myself up.

No longer drunk, I smile to myself; completely aware of the effects of getting loose.

Safe Adventures in Trysexualism...

2010-03-13T21:44:00.009-05:00

Everyone who reads this blog knows that I am an advocate of many things. One thing I advocate is try-sexualism. The article below discusses something every couple should try at least once in their relationship and how to do it safely. Enjoy!

Safe Adventures in Trysexualism

[Just to let all my readers know I am in the process of revamping the blogsite to not only include the stories you so love and adore, but to also include sexual health information and relationship advice. Stay tuned for the changes!]

This Type Love..

2010-02-14T19:52:00.003-05:00

I decided to conclude Valentine's Day with my favorite love poem. I hope that everyone has the opportunity to have...This Type Love (by Shihan).
X0X0 Tesha

This type love
--Shihan

I want a love like me thinking of you thinking of me thinking of you TYPE LOVE
or me telling my friends more than I've ever admitted to myself about how I feel about you TYPE LOVE
or hating how jealous you are but loving how much you want me all to yourself TYPE LOVE.
Or seeing how your first name just sounds so good next to my last name.

And shit-
I wanted to see how far I could get without calling you and I barely made it out of my garage.
See, I want a love that makes me wait until she falls asleep then wonder if she's dreaming about us being in love TYPE LOVE
or who loves the other more or what she's doing at this exact moment or slow dancing in the middle of our apartment to the music of our hearts.
Closing my eyes and imagining how a love so good could just hurt so much when she's not there and shit, I love not knowing where this love is headed TYPE LOVE.

And check this-
I wanna place those little post-it notes all around the house so she never forgets how much I love her TYPE LOVE,
Then not have enough ink in my pen to write all the love TYPE LOVE and hope I make her feel as good as she makes me feel.
And I wanna deal with my friends making fun of me the way I made fun of them when they went through the same kind of love TYPE LOVE.
The only difference is this is one of those real love TYPE LOVES.

And just like in high school I wanna spend hours on the phone not saying shit and then fall asleep and then wake up with her right next to me and smell her all up in my covers TYPE LOVE.
And I wanna try counting the ways I love her then lose count in the middle just so I could start all over again.
And I wanna celebrate one of those one-month anniversaries even though they ain't really anniversaries but doing it just 'cause it makes her happy TYPE LOVE.

And check this-
I wanna fall in love with the melody the phone plays when our numbers dial in TYPE LOVE
and talk to you until I lose my breath, she leaves me breathless, but with the expanding of my lungs I inhale all of her back into me.
I want a love that makes me need to change my cell phone calling plan to something that allows me to talk to her longer 'cause in all honesty, I want to avoid one of them high cell phone bill TYPE LOVES.
And I don't want a love that makes me regret how small my hands are. I mean the lines on my palms don't give me enough time to love you as long as I'd like to TYPE LOVE.

And I want a love that makes me st-st-st-stutter just thinking about how strong this love is TYPE LOVE
and I want a love that makes me want to cut off all my hair.
Well maybe not all of the hair, maybe like I'd cut the split ends and trim my mustache but it would still be a symbol of how strong my love is for her.

I kind of feel comfortable now so I even be fantasizing about walking out on a green light just dying to get hit by a car just so I could lose my memory, get transported to some third world country just to get treated and somehow meet up again with you so I could fall in love with you in a different language and see if it still feels the same TYPE LOVE.

I want a love that's as unexplainable as she is.

Solitary Definement

2010-02-14T19:38:00.003-05:00

***This one is dedicated to all those single folks who aren't afraid of loving themselves***

I don’t see why people always get so crazy when Valentine’s Day comes around. It is one day out of the year where people feel worse about themselves for being single or without a Valentine or without a date. It’s also set up by “Them” to increase capitalistic consumerism. Shouldn’t LOVE be celebrated EVERYDAY? And does Valentine’s Day have to be spent with anyone other than yourself?

What is wrong with WANTING to be single and being a woman? Am I SUPPOSED to want to be with a man, but doomed to be called a lesbian because I don’t necessarily feel like a man is needed in my life…right now? I’m not in dire need of a man, so I’m not a lesbian. I love dick, but I’m not a whore. I’m independent, but I’m not cold.

Aggghhh! These thoughts are driving me crazy!

I catch myself pulling at my hair and staring blankly at today’s Lifetime movie of the week. I’ve been bombarded by these thoughts all week leading up to today, Valentine’s Eve. Like anyone, it would be nice to have SOMEONE for Valentine’s Day, but I’d rather not be poked at by some lover that thinks he’s special because I call him on Valentine’s Day.

I get up from my bed and walk to my laptop on my desk, trying to make a last minute decision of whether to “follow in the heartbeats of the masses” or brave it alone and risk being a pariah.

I log on to both Facebook and Twitter to find out what the events are between today and tomorrow. They have everything from Hedonistic Poetic Throngs to Anti-Love Events. They all felt clichéd to me, even if they were on opposite sides of the spectrum.

I sigh as I close my computer, engrossed with the thought of my own “anti-Valentine’s Day” plans.

“Why do I have to eulogize a holiday, that’s not REALLY a holiday?” I ponder to myself.

I rise from my desk and stand in front of my window, hoping that the afternoon sun will shine light on some idea as to how to get through the triteness of the “holiday.”

And just like that, just when I start to succumb to single person’s loathing, it hits me that you aren’t really alone unless you explicitly make yourself alone. I have great friends, family, and lovers that keep me busy and occupied all the time. What I don’t have is the time to spend with myself.

I quickly walk back to my desk, opening my computer again, and start to type in the Google search bar for hotels in downtown Atlanta….that are available for tomorrow. I find the Ellis Hotel right in the heart of downtown off of Andrew Young blvd.

It was quite an impressive hotel from its pictures on the website. It had a spacious and cozy bedroom, large and modern bathroom, it was in the heart of downtown so when I got bored with spending time with myself all I had to do was step outside the hotel and pick a direction to walk. I book my reservation for tomorrow and jump out of the chair to pack an overnight bag.

The Next Day….

I was so giddy I damn near tripped over my own feet. It had been a long time since I was able to take time away from by hectic domain without feeling guilty for doing it alone.

I finish getting stuff together in my overnight bag: toothbrush and paste, clothes, shower gel/ body wash, facial cleanser and makeup, last but not least, shoes.

I pack my computer into its case and pray that I don’t submerge myself into the Twitter culture. If there is one thing I want to accomplish on my weekend of solace it is to not be imbued by the social media.

On second thought…I think I’ll leave the computer. I opt for my iPod and some portable speakers.

I turn off all the lights, except for the one over the stove and the night lights through-out the house, and head out to the car. I through my overnight bag in the back seat, close the door and listen to the whizz of the garage door as it opens. I take a deep breath, braving this self-inflicted journey and then question why I felt so scared in the first place. I pull out of the garage and make my way to downtown, praying traffic doesn’t meet me on the highway.

I pull up to the Ellis Hotel, amazed by its immaculate structure, proximity to everything downtown, and it’s much welcomed southern charm.

I walk through the lobby and am greeted by all things chic and cherubic. The lobby wasn’t just filled with priceless art, it was also filled with deep red roses, bowls of chocolate and candy, waiters passing with carts of champagne and strawberries. If there was a way to deteriorate the level of elegance in an upscale hotel, I have certainly found it.

I walk to the front desk to check-in, wanting my walking nightmare to end. Of course, the clerk wants to take her precious time with finding my reservation. She finally gives me a key to my junior sweet, making the knife cut even deeper by “reminding” me that Champagne and chocolate are delivered for free to couples in all suites. I thank her, keeping my sarcasm at bay, and climb into the elevator. I take a deep breath, glad that the torture is over and I was able to get through it.

I find my room 1432, [1-I, 4-Love, 3-You, 2-2] how ironic. Slipping the key into the lock I enter to an immaculately laid out modern escape. I drop my bags on the middle of the floor, take off my shoes, plug in my iPod and immediately jump on the bed like I did when I was a carefree child.

I giggle uncontrollably as I finally step down off the bed.

“I’ve always wanted to do that…” I say to myself.

I check out the bathroom to which I find a gorgeous bowl sink, large garden tub with jets, and a spa feeling that just can’t be created at home. The hotel even took care to place a dish of candles on the counter.

It’s still early yet, so I entertain myself with taking a hot bubble bath. I fill the tub with hot water and load it with lavender and jasmine scented bubble bath. I light the vanilla scented candles on the counter. I go back to my room to retrieve my bag and get out a couple of things before returning to the bathroom. I watch myself undress in the bathroom mirror. Going slow, seducing myself.

I slowly submerge my body into the hot water, allowing it to get used to the heat. For a long time, I relax there alone contemplating my life, what it means, and what makes me truly happy.

Lady Love serenades my mind with her anthems of love, loss, lust, and liberty.

I sing along as I soap the washcloth with the jasmine and lavender wash. With lethargic circles, I wash my body, metaphorically cleansing myself of the notion that to be happy I had to be in love with someone. Sometimes God chooses situations to put you in to grow; there are times when it involves people and others when it involves self. This was my situation of self.

I rinse the suds off of my skin and exit the tub, wrapping the terry cloth hotel bathrobe around myself.

“I wonder if they will charge my bill if this robe ‘some how’ came up missing,” I contemplate.

I wasn’t ready to take that chance so I banished the thought from my mind with a snicker.

As I exit, my stomach begins to grumble obscenities at me.

“Damn, when was the last time I ate” I wonder.

I pick up the hotel telephone and order a Turkey BLT with potato chips, a bowl of tomato bisque and sweet tea from room service. The operator assures me it will be ready in approximately 15 minutes. I thank her and hang up the phone. In the meantime, I take the bottle of lotion and moisturize my body, making myself aroused as I moisturize my breasts, stomach, and thighs.

I make myself comfortable beneath the terry cloth robe, I lean over to find my bag at the foot of the bed and reach into it to find my “lil’ companion” also known as “Battery Operated Boyfriend” or BOB for short. I challenge myself to see if I could cum before the food arrives.

I lean back on the bed, make myself comfortable, and invite him in inch by inch. There was no need for foreplay since I had played with myself for about 10 minutes prior to requesting his presence. Once he is totally encased between my legs, I press his on switch and allow him to not only turn me on but to take me over the edge.

What I like most about BOB is that he not only vibrates, but he rotates, pulsates, and strokes. You can’t find a better “boyfriend” than that. I lose myself in his many mechanical mannerisms.

As he massages my cavern, he takes me to valleys, over mountains, and through forests. Right as my orgasm has me in deep conversation with mythical creatures, there is a knock at the door and a “Room service,” from a male voice.

“Give me a moment,” I yell to the door as I finish riding the last of the orgasmic currents. I return my portable lover back to his place of hiding, straighten myself out and answer the door.

I am greeted by the most magnificent looking specimen of a man I have ever seen in my life. He is a handsome dark brown, exotic looking creature. He smiles at me as I stare into his starry eyes.

“You requested room service?” He asks. I am so mesmerized by the brightness of his teeth that all I can do is shake my head and step aside so he can push the cart into my suite.

I imagine naughty, dirty, nasty things he can do to me while I stay there in the hotel; I start to tell him a little bit of my fantasy, but opt to ask him if he is single and his phone number.

He smiles at me, “Yes, and if I give you my number, you promise you’re gonna call me?” He asks. I nod my head yes, assuring myself that he is one worthy of a phone call.

He says confidently, “My number is 404-555-0576.” And then he exits, flashing me that award winning smile again.

“Oh I got some plans for you Mr. Sexy, but tonight is just for me,” I say to myself.

I look over at the clock on the nightstand, and rush to finish getting ready.

I take one last look at myself before heading out to my “date.” Damn, I look good…mission accomplished.

I exit the hotel and make my way to the Cobb Energy Center to see the Atlanta Ballet in Cinderella. I’ve always wanted to go to the ballet, but multiple boyfriends felt it was too feminine of a date to invite me.

I leave the Cobb Energy Center in jealous tears. Damn, if love was ACTUALLY like that….I don’t think ANYONE would have anything to worry about. Divorce wouldn’t exist and all couples, though riddled with adversity would not only get through it but get through it happily and together.

I conclude this part of my date by taking a trip to Cami Cakes, off of Peachtree Street. I enter, indulging in their extraordinarily unique and delectable confections. I order a chocolate raspberry, almond cupcake and milk. The cashier tells me that the owner of the shop, made each of her cupcakes a little extra special today by placing love notes and quotes in the center of each cupcake.

On the side of my cupcake, my message sticks out willing me to see what inspiration lies in wake for me….I consider what I’ve learned about myself this Valentine’s Day as I pull the message out of the cupcake.

“The more I Love myself, the more others will love me (power thought)”

Virtual Reality

2010-02-13T21:48:00.005-05:00

Sigh

I haven’t heard from him in more than a week. Normally it would be okay, since he’s close by, but currently he is in a whole other country; a dangerous country, where any day could be your last and everyday you are in fight or flight mode.

I missed him with all my heart, but I was pissed off at him all the same. Another couple of days go by before he makes himself visible again and I was relieved, I unintentionally kept myself occupied by watching CNN and scaring myself shitless. But when he finally emailed me to tell me he was safe, alive, and missing me I couldn’t help but to smile and feel relieved.

He told me to get on to iChat at 11 pm my time, wear something sexy and be ready to have a long but satisfying chat. I look down at the clock and realize it’s a little after 9:30 pm. I get up from the computer, take a shower, lotion, and find something sexy to wear for our chat. I find a nice black lacy number that I remember made him rock steady the last time I saw him in person. Slipping the garment on, I neglect the matching panty that comes with it. I light some candles, get a bowl of strawberries and turn on soft music to keep my mind at ease and prevent my mouth from asking overbearing questions.

I want to be in a serenely sensual mood when I get to talk to him. I know his time is usually limited or quickly interrupted by the faulty internet connection there, so I reserve the tongue lashing for another day. Tonight, I wanted him. I wanted the reality of him being right there with me. I wanted to close my eyes and imagine that he was right there, safe in my arms, but for tonight I would take what I could get….his deep baritone voice, his lingual lyricism, and his simulated image on my computer screen.

10:57.
I feel myself getting anxious, butterflies doing triple axels in my stomach. I turn my computer on, log into iChat and await the virtual arrival of my lover.
The chimes signify his presence online and I find myself more than elated to see for myself that he is still himself. Before we interrupt the airspace with our words of endearment, we stare at each other through digital electronic eyes.

“Hey Baby,” he says, his smooth voice permeating my aural senses.
He grins at me knowing that if it wasn’t for his long awaited communication, I would have lit into him a long time ago.

“Hey yourself,” I say to him, trying to hide my grin. “I thought about you all week…you know the same week you decided to be MIA, invisible, ‘where’s Waldo?”’

“Ssshh, baby. I don’t want to fight with you about losing all forms of communication due to a loose suicide bomber. All I want to talk about is how much I love you, miss you, and want to caress your shivering body after you descend from the far reaches of heaven,” he exclaims.

I must admit, he does a great job of silencing me with the simplest of scripts.

“I don’t mean to be so upset, but you really had me worried. I watched CNN everyday praying to God that I wouldn’t see your name as one of the killed civilians. My Google alert is set to “your name” and “killed.” I just wished you would at least give me some sign, even when it’s impossible to let me know you are okay.” I exclaim candidly.

As I speak, I see him shift in his seat and his face change from joy to a bit of sadness.

“Well, baby girl, I just hope you know in your heart that if anything happens to me that you are my everything and that I love you with every breadth of my being.” He says with sincerity.

Tears start to form in my eyes at the thought of losing him so suddenly for something so senseless. I admire the fact that he was able to bravely leave his home country and work in another county to ensure the wealth he wants that would’ve taken him decades to attain otherwise.

“Hey,” he says, “I don’t want to see you cry. Let’s play a game to take your mind of the negative.”

“Well what are we about to play?” I ask him.

“Simon Sez or rather I says…” He exclaims.

“You know, that’s funny since your name actually is Simon,” I chuckle

His face tells me he is serious and I patiently wait to hear what his commands are going to be. I feel a bit giddy, and yet the thought of what is on his mind has me feeling a kind of tingly in certain parts of my body.

“I want you to close your eyes and take a deep breath,” He instructs.

I listen, taking a deep and controlled breath.

“Now, I see you have brought some strawberries to our meeting. Did I ever tell you how much I enjoy watching you each strawberries? I like the way your lips wrap around the bright red fruit and form an ‘O.’ I want you to take a strawberry, tease it with your tongue, slowly slip it halfway into your mouth and gently nibble on it. Savoring the juices as they drain on your anxious tongue.”

I’ve always known how much he loved my lips. It’s evident whenever I see him in person; he always greets me with the longest, most passionate kisses.

I tease him a little with my strawberry display, grazing the strawberry across my lips, allowing the strange texture to stimulate me. I examine the bumpy surface of the strawberry with my tongue, getting to know each seed personally. I place more than half of it into my mouth allowing it to fill my oral cavity before wrapping my lips around its circular body and taking a bite out of it.

I hear him silently moan as I take his directions to the next level.

“Mmmm…okay. Well, you are quite the student. You ready for your next set of instructions?” He asks.

I shake my head yes, anticipating what other sensual things he is going to watch me do.

“Next, I want you to turn up the classic Sade you have playing in the background and find something to blindfold yourself with,” he requests.

I turn the volume of the music player up on my laptop and get up to find a blind fold.I return with a black satin/ velvet sleep mask. I place it over my head and allow the other senses to amplify.

“I want you to imagine that I am there, behind you, my hands exploring the surface of your body. I want your hands to start its journey from your hair, fingers running through your soft strands. Massaging your temples, releasing the built up tension of the day.”

My hands, emulating his, run themselves through my luxurious hair massaging my scalp and my temples. Even through a computer screen, he can tell that I am stressed.

“Massage your temples, releasing the built up tension of the day. Let your fingers explore the curvature of your face beginning with your hairline and working your way down to your chin. I want your fingers to glide across your eyelids, ski down your nose, and skate across your lips. Take a detour to your cheeks and swim in your sexy ass dimples.”

I have to chuckle, he truly has a way with words. With his witty ass….

I take my time massaging my temples, applying pressure to the area where my hair follicles meet my face, taking pleasure in feeling the tension exit my body. I gently tickle the sides of my face and my chin with my fingers giving me a feeling of feathers tickling my face. It makes me chuckle a bit and remember the last time I saw Simon. He literally had huge feathers, tickling my face. I smile on the inside about that thought.

I move the mask from my eyes that remain closed and get acquainted with their spherical shape and jumpiness to the touch. My fingers trace along my eye lashes, giving me an awkward but fun feeling. I touch my nose, not really interested in staying there. It just doesn’t turn me on to touch my nose, but my lips….my lips have swelled with shear anticipation from wanting to be kissed. For now I will have to settle with my own touch, his voice, and my imagination. I caress my sensitive lips, outlining their fullness, admiring their smooth texture, exhilarating in their ability to make me wet from my touch. My fingers cuddle my cheeks as they detour to the canyons that are my dimples.

I look at the computer screen and see that he has made himself more than comfortable at his desk. I can tell that he is getting off on the show I am putting on for him and wait for him to push me further. I replace the blind fold and await his instructions.

“I know me being so far away from you has caused you to have plenty of tension in your shoulders and neck, give yourself a massage for me.”

I massage my neck by rubbing it in slow circular motions, meditating as I do this to relinquish the tension further. I hug myself to rub my shoulders, imaging he is there behind me making everything “normal” and safe again. I get myself into a deep relaxing mood, coupled with the soothing sounds of his voice coaching my every move.

“Yeah, baby. Let’s turn this game way up now. Simon says fondle your titties and nipples like they will perish if you don’t.”

Before he even told me what he wanted me to do, I was already making my way to my soft, chocolaty mounds. I slowly take an arm out of the little lacy nightie I am wearing, exposing my left breast, giving him my own version of nipple gate. My right hand supports my left breast like a mother holding her dear child. I take pride in the fact that I have a large chest, I especially take pride that my large breasts enables me to personally suck on them for my absent lover. I lift my left breast to my mouth and suckle on it, imagining Simon’s face panged with pleasure and delight. I rub my right breast and give my nipple a pinch, succumbing to the feelings arising from my body. My left breast escapes my mouth and I caress them together, giving them harmonious attention.

I take the game of “Simon Sez” and turn it into “Read his mind” as my digits descend past my rib cage, below my belly button and towards the “island of intensification.” I am getting towards the point of no return when my fingers find themselves submerged in the ocean currents of my pussy.

I scoot away from the computer and rest each leg on the side of the computer, so Simon can have an HD view of my personal assault on my pussy.

Entertained by my solitary sex, my ears peak when I hear that Simon has joined our game and began to fondle himself as well. I take off the blindfold, gluing my eyes to the screen, becoming the voyeur.

Simon has backed away from the computer a bit to allow me to see his massive dick being stroked by his masculine hands. Call me perverted but I really enjoy watching him jack off, like most girls. I try my hardest not to get distracted by the sight of his masturbating and with my open eyes continue to concentrate on the climax playing Jenga inside my body. I don’t quite want the blocks to topple, but it is slowly becoming precarious.

My fingers massage the inside of my pussy, finding my g-spot and not allowing it to be lost again…at least for the next couple of minutes. I am getting turned on from the warmth that surrounds my fingers, the sight and sound of Simon’s grunts and strokes.

I feel the pressure rising inside my tea kettle, I’m about to blow my whistle.

“Don’t cum yet, I want you to come with me baby …” He requests.

He’s lucky he said something. Another few seconds longer and I would have been seeing all the colors of the rainbow.

I decrease my intensity, waiting for Simon, matching his pace. As he strokes faster, I manipulate harder. I match him stroke for stroke, moan for moan. Orgasm is knocking at both our doors…

I surprise myself by squirting continuously, seeing clouds made of cotton candy and unicorns from the intensity of the orgasm.

Several orgasms later, my descension from heaven is complete and my senses return to normal. I take my legs from the top of the desk and sit up to see Simon.

I’m not sure when it happened, but in the midst of our simultaneous solo sexing, the internet connection dies out and we lose our connection…

I clean myself off, thinking, “Damn, Simon didn’t even say good bye,” I chuckle wondering when our next video chat session will be.

Dinner for 2...

2010-02-09T00:07:00.006-05:00

Linda

Ugh! It was a terrible day at work. The kids would not sit down since they were high on all the Valentines candy, cookies, and cupcakes. I think all that sugar causes them to detract from the idea that some students don't have real admirers. Sad, really. Honestly Valentine’s Day should only be allowed when you hit dating age, whenever that is for the average person. Now I'm not even motivated to do anything for this "special day" and I don't want to be a bitch to Jamal. I told him that I would cook him a special dinner but Lord knows I only know how to burn and boil things. He loves me enough to eat my cooking anyway, I'm sure I can do at least this for him.

Jamal

I know Linda had a tough day at work, how could I not know since she text and tweeted about it all day. I know she is supposed to cook this big dinner but I don't know. I love my baby, Lord knows I do, but she's a terrible cook. This baffles me since her mom, sister, and aunts all can throw down. I got an idea....

Linda

I pull up to the house and see that Jamal's car isn't there. I figure he's at the gym or the park and utilize the time trying to get myself out of my funk. No man wants to be around a cranky woman....especially not on Valentine’s Day. I go up to our bathroom and run a hot bath, filling the tub with sweet pea scented bath gel inhaling the aroma willing it to take away the negativity that has crept into my body. I undress and examine my body, searching for new blemishes or creases or whatever it is I tend to look for. I enter the bath water slowly, luxuriating in the heat and steam until I have completely immersed myself in the aromatic sanctuary. "Calgon, take me away...and don't bring me back"

Jamal

If I know my wife, she’s at home sulking in the tub wishing she could erase the day from her memory. I'm at the grocery store picking up things for our dinner: Merlot, bell peppers, Zataran's dirty rice, chicken breasts, organic spinach, mozzarella cheese, whipped cream [for dessert, I grin to myself] and chocolate sauce [also, for dessert, I chuckle]. I pay for the items and smile at the thought of what will take place tonight.

Linda

I get out of the tub just as Jamal's SUV pulls up. "Shit! I should have been downstairs preparing to cook!" I hurriedly dry off, lotion, and dress. I comb my hair to the back and out of my face. I saunter down the stairs, making myself laugh by imaging I'm in one of those old 1940's movies and I'm the featured lounge singer. I hear bags rustling and see Jamal has chosen what he wants me to cook for him.

"Well hey baby. What do we have here?" I ask him.

He replies with excitement, "Hey Boo, I got an idea!"

"Alright well let me hear it..." I prod.

"I know you wanted to cook me something super spectacular today being 'Lover's Day' but...how about we cook together?" he grins a wide toothy grin at me.

His words are like a cool breeze in the middle of July. Comforting and unexpected. But I try not to let him see my elation.

"Oh, I thought you wanted me to cook for you tonight?" I exclaim with faux sadness.

"Oh! Well, I figured since you had such a tough day that you would want some help in the kitchen and try something a little bit different. I was thinking we could make some stuffed bell peppers, baked chicken, and baby spinach. What do you say?" he inquires.

I turn to him with a jubilant express, "Damn I knew there was a reason why I loved you. I'm guessing this is your way of letting me know that you don't want me to kill you with my cooking," we chuckle.

"Well not exactly. And what are you saying? I love your cooking!" he lies with a smirk. "I just figured we could try something new.....and no one has to die in the process...." he laughs.

"Alright Chef J. Tell me what to do." I tell him.

"Well, let's start by boiling some water." He says.

Linda

I set the pot of water on the stove and let it boil. Next we cut slits into the chicken breasts, season it with herbs and olive oil and place it in the oven. Then he teaches me how to pit the peppers by standing behind me and reaching around my waist. I was so lost in the indentations his dick was leaving on my ass that I'm sure I only heard about 10% of what he told me.

I take each pause as an opportunity to give him a deep sensual kiss and to tell him how much I love him.

When the water comes to a boil, I empty the container of dirty rice and let it cook for about ten minutes. Once all the ingredients have cooked, sans the chicken, he teaches me how to stuff the rice into the cavity of the bell pepper.

I don't know how horny I must've been, but something about the rounded end of the spoon going into the hollowed pepper.....never mind.

We top the peppers with grated cheese and place in the oven for 15 minutes. By this time the chicken is tender and juicy and ready to be eaten.

While he fixes our plates, I set the dinner table making sure to light some tall candles and put on some soft music.

I seat myself and await him.

"Voila! Stuffed peppers with chicken and spinach. Courtesy of Chefs J&L" he announces.

We eat our dinner and discuss over candlelight, when all of a sudden he clears our plates from the table.

"Where are you going?" I ask him.

"I'd tell you, but I'd rather show you" he says.

"Uhm okay." I state

"Do me a favor: blow out the candles and put this on," he holds up a slinky negligée in his favorite color, money green.

"Oh ho! Somebody has been plotting dirty this whole time!" I chuckle.

"Yeah, well if you hurry up and put this on, you can see EXACTLY how dirty I want to be..." he raises an eyebrow. And before he can blink, I'm snatching the garment from his hands and taking off up the stairs.

I change into this short green number, with thin lacy straps and lace detail along the bust and sides. I decide to take the sexiness up a notch by tousling my hair and throwing on my 5 inch black stiletto pumps.

I glide down the stairs to find Jamal has started a fire in the living room and placed a blanket in front of it. He comes to me and kisses me softly on the lips and assists me on the blanket.

He begins this slow sensual ride by holding me close between his legs as I face him. He whispers sweet nothings in my ear, immediately making me moist and him hard. He massages my temples and caresses my shoulders. He whispers "lay down on your back," and I obey.

He takes my left foot, the overly sensitive foot, and sprays cool whip cream from my toes to my inner thigh. And as skillfully as an oral painter, he slows brushes his tongue on my soft canvas, erasing the cream off and leaving translucent wet marks on my legs and feet.

He takes his time with the other foot before he continues the adventure to the rest of my body. Before I can realize we've changed dessert courses, I'm lying on my stomach with chocolate sauce dripping down my back. He knows my spot lies on the surface of my back and he exploits this for what feels like an eternity.

Grateful, satiated, and horny I return the favor to his dick, making my own chocolate covered banana split WITH nuts and whipped cream. I give his dick the kind of loving that only a fellatio addicted wife can give.

I’m so glad we decided to cook together because the dessert...was well worth it….

The Rekindling

2010-02-03T22:13:00.007-05:00

We broke up on my own accord in the past. It got to the point where we weren’t going forward and going backward seemed like a hazy déjà vu. I felt like our relationship was becoming that of the worse kind, comfortable. When you get comfortable in your relationship, you feel like it isn’t necessary to do things to keep the other intrigued and wanting you. I’ve always said that being in a relationship is like a roller coaster where the rails that keep the ride going is L-O-V-E. There are always ups and downs in a relationship, but do you go along for the adventure or do you ride with your eyes closed, scared to open them?

We weren’t quite dating anymore, but it was obvious that we were heading down that road again. Between the long conversations, walks in the park, and continuous phone calls I was beginning to forget we broke up in the first place. I guess it’s true what they say, “Absence makes the heart grow fonder and presence makes it feel complete.”

It was the 5^th or 6^th week since we began our foundation building extravaganza and I was really getting to like it. Actually I was loving it; we were doing things that we had only talked about in the past, but time and no desire had prevented us from taking those essential times necessary to keep a relationship fresh.

Now that the option of not being together was floating in the air, he was doing his best to wine me, dine me, and keep me for the long haul. And I was doing my best to accept his advances while keeping my ego at bay and heart open to the possibilities.

Through this process we learned some new things and rekindled some previous things about each other. We spent more time together in the past month than we had in the final few weeks of our relationship.

Today, being a not so special occasion, we decided to try out a new restaurant. Our restaurant rotation is normally as follows: Local Mexican restaurant, Downtown nostalgic burger joint, Famous pizza spot, and Greatest Italian place ever. Although we weren’t tired of the rotation, we figured it would be a good night to try something different…something sexy.

It was a long time since I’d had my stomach become entangled in knots, but the “fresh and new” excursion was definitely adding some positive anxiety to our night. I stepped outside wearing a strapless, earth tone, multi-colored striped maxi dress. A dress that was sure to force him to look at my ample cleavage all night. ;)

I stepped in his car, feeling slightly awkward about whether to lean over for a kiss or be overtly friendly and simply say hello. Since we weren’t sure if a kiss was appropriate at the present time in our…situation, he instead kissed my hand and told me I looked beautiful.

We arrived at Café Divan, one of Atlanta’s sexiest and nicest Mediterranean restaurants. The valet took his keys and parked his car ensuring to give him his ticket. We stepped into the restaurant and was greeted by the aromatics of fruity hookahs, the essence of roasted herbed chicken and lamb, and the romantic atmosphere Café Divan had to offer.

The waitress escorted us to our seat, a private elevated booth with a heavy velvet curtain. It was quite a surprise to me, since I was sure booths like this, in this restaurant HAD to cost a ton of money. Noticing the perplexed look on my face, he simply turned to me and smiled.

I made myself comfortable on the large pillows available as my seat and looked at the menu. Half of the foods couldn’t even be pronounced, but thank God for the English descriptions under the title.

As we fretted over what was “safe” to eat, he ordered us a small hookah requesting the strawberry flavor. Finally after much debating, we ordered. I decided to get the Shish Köfte, an entrée of marinated lamb spiced and grilled; served with rice pilaf and vegetables. He chose the Köy Chicken-chicken breast sautéed with garlic, oregano, fresh tomatoes and mushrooms, his favorite, and served with rice pilaf and vegetables.

As we waited for our meal to be served, we appetized ourselves on the sweet tasting hookah. It was my first time, so he had to teach me what to do: he told me to wrap my lips around the pipe and suck the flavored air into my mouth, savor its flavor and then blow. He also had to teach me precautions like not holding in the smoke and tricks such as how to blow the smoke out of my nose. He tried, unsuccessfully, to teach me how to blow smoke rings, but I settled on irregular ovals.

We had a great conversation, most of it filled with innuendo, increasing the already tensing sexual tension. As he told me about the craziness at his job, my mind wandered to the possibility of “Us” and what that could mean again. My mind wasn’t quite ready for that plunge, but my heart, the eternal optimist, was. I wanted him back; I just needed a sign to know that it would be a good decision for us to try to make it work again.

He faces me, gently placing his finger under my chin, looking deeply into my eyes. For a moment we don’t say anything, allowing the Turkish music and restaurant chatter to be our soundtrack. The butterflies in my stomach do somersaults as I breathe in his cologne, Pleasure by Estee Lauder if my memory serves me right. It’s as if he was searching my soul. Climbing the mountain peaks of my heart, swimming through the currents of my mind, hoping to discover what was and has always been there…my love for him. I look away, excusing myself to the ladies room.

I find myself searching my own soul wondering if my mind and heart have come to a junction. I sigh, absorbing my decision and return to him.

I slide something to him, just as our food arrives.

Baby, I got you....

2010-02-01T22:02:00.004-05:00

So, for the weeks leading up to Valentine’s Day, everything my boyfriend tried to plan for us to do failed because I’m not 21 yet. Fuck my age. It sucks to have a birthday in the middle of the year when there are no real holidays to celebrate. I’ve been in a relationship with him for several months now and relish in the fact that not only do I have a valentine this year, but I have a boyfriend who is my valentine.

Leading up to Valentine’s Day we tried an array of different things. We tried spoken word, must be 21 to enter. We tried a Mediterranean restaurant, must be 21 to hookah and drink. We tried the hottest annual poetry and music festival, got to be 21 for that too. I was at my wits end trying to find something romantic for two young lovers to get into that didn’t involve a ton of money and would really bolster the Valentine’s Day spirit.
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At the nail salon, I voiced my dilemma to my girl friends, “What are y’all doing for Valentine’s Day this year?”

“Girl, me and Ryan are going to go to the big V-Day bash at that new restaurant/ club in Atlantic Station, I heard there’s going to be a TON of celebrities there,” Melissa says with a wide smile.

“And what about you and David,” I ask Kelsie.

“Well, Metro Lanes is having this V-day package thing where for $100 per couple you can get four hours of bowling, appetizers, drinks, and sexy goody bags,” she says with a giggle.

“And let me guess for both of y’all’s plans you have to be 21 right?” I ask with frustration.

“Yeah,” they answer in unison.

I blow out hot air, mad that I can’t get in with the in crowd and do something special and different like them.

We conclude this week’s girl time at the salon, to which I go home frustrated and disappointed.

I call my boyfriend, to voice my frustrations with him.

“Sweetie, I’m upset. What are we gonna do for Valentine’s Day that doesn’t cost $100 and I can actually get into?” I whine.

“Baby, don’t worry. I got this. Whatever we decide or find to do will be fine. As long as we are together, the day will be special regardless,” He assures.

I love how he can calm me down and make me feel better about whatever situation arises, but I’m not convinced. I have faith in him, but I just don’t know. Valentine’s Day is tomorrow.

“I’ll tell you what, be ready to go out around 3 tomorrow. The weather man says it’s going to be around 62° out. So dress casually, but bring a sweater or something.” He instructs me.

I smile as I reply with an “Okay.”
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Valentine’s Day
Sitting on my bed, looking at all the clothes in my closet. For a girl with an overflowing closet, I have nothing to wear. I try on like seven different outfits before I can even settle on a possibility.
I decide to consult my fashion maven roommate to get her input and style tips. I place on my bed the three outfit choices and model them for her.

Outfit #1
A white 1950s inspired dress with an abundance of purple floral prints. Purple closed toed espadrilles, laced around the ankle. Chunky emerald green pearl bracelet and necklace

Outfit #2
Dark denim straight leg jeans, red leather flat riding boots, red lace camisole and black wrap sweater. Gold heart shaped pendant and simple gold bangles.

Outfit #3
Red suede knee high boots, black leggings, white v-neck sweater dress with ruching along the sides. Red belt. Long gold loop chain.

Elly, my fashion guru for the day, studies each outfit like her dissertation depends on it. She gives me advice on the accessories and how to make the clothes fall into each other creating a cohesive look. After much debate, I end up wearing outfit #3 with the boots and jewelry from outfit #2.

After choosing an outfit, I shower, shave, fix my hair, and apply my makeup. Not a moment too soon, my phone rings and it’s Marc telling me he is outside waiting for me.

I scamper outside, excited for what he has in store for us and what surprises await me today.

Marc leans over giving me a comforting and loving kiss on the lips. I smile and giggle like a school girl, savoring the butterflies in my stomach right now. We drive off and I take in the scenery as we drive to our destination.
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Piedmont Park
We arrive at our destination, Piedmont park. This is by far my most favorite park of all Atlanta’s parks. You can pick any spot in its vast hill-laden grassy knoll and see a beautiful skyline and abundant foliage.
Marc exits the car, quickly going to the trunk. I curiously follow him. Marc takes out a picnic basket, blanket, and mini radio.

Eyebrow raised, I ask “What have we here, Mr. Le Deux?”

“Well, you said there is nothing in the city that we can do for Valentine’s Day that was inexpensive and age appropriate. I wanted to prove to you that no matter where we are, as long as we are together, everything will be wonderful.” He reassures me.

I give him a kiss and thank him for being great.

I unravel the blanket, placing it on the ground and we unpack the picnic basket full of ABC pesto chicken sandwiches, sea salt & pepper chips, raspberry tea, and my favorite brownies.
We conclude our Valentine’s Day lunch with a walk through Piedmont and stimulating conversation.

I think about how immature I had been these past weeks and realize that he is right. Valentine’s Day isn’t about how flamboyantly romantic one can be or how much money can be spent, it’s about the time spent, the emotions discovered, and the connections that we make with our significant other.

Before you think of V-day...

2010-02-01T00:45:00.004-05:00

So normally my blogs are laden with sex and fantasies and obscure sexual stories. This month, being the month of love and companionship, I decided to do something a little bit different with my blog. I recently had a conversation with one of my acquaintances about things to do on Valentine's Day that was both inexpensive and some could be age appropriate, since she is not yet 21. It prompted me to come up with a list of things that new and old couple's could do for Valentine's Day or as a supplement to what they already have planned. Since I am a creature of storytelling, all of the ideas are expressed via a story. Some of these were inspired by some of my friends' lives or current situations. Other stories are inspired by my personal past. And the rest comes straight from the noggin. Even so I hope to inspire some people to have a sexy time with their mates not just on Valentine's Day but EVERYDAY. The first story will be posted later on today. In the mean time, I have plenty of other stimulating and tit...illating stories to please your sexual appetite.

I encourage you to enjoy, comment, and leave some of your own stories and ideas so that others may be inspired.

XOXO
Tesha

Foot Fetish

2010-01-04T22:20:00.003-05:00

I entered knowing exactly what I wanted. I searched for him, fearful that he might not be available to cater to my needs. I found him, smiling and inviting. We had a connection, an attraction.

He knew what I wanted, I had become his number one customer and his biggest fan. Fascinated by the tantalizing things he had stored in his arsenal.

He was known to have the magic touch. I went to where he would be, where he wanted me to wait for him. I awaited him, nervous about the things he’d be doing to me. I was excited about what the next hour or so had in store. He ran me a warm bath, seasoned with scented sea salts and soft bubbles to caress me.

I eased my feet into the water, my body going into orgasmic tingles from the enticingly hot water. He turned on the jets and smiled at me. I noticed that he wasn’t a man of many words and I appreciated it. He and I both knew why I was there, so there was no use for the chit chat. All I wanted was his hands on me. All I wanted was for him to massage me, tease me, and serve me.

As I soaked in the miniature Jacuzzi, he prepared his instrumentations; his arsenal of supplies that he used to make any and every woman melt in his hands, especially this woman.

He requested my right foot out of the water and caressed it with the gentlest of touches. He looked up from my foot with a look of approval. Enjoying what he was seeing, in his face and in his gaze. He was kind and most importantly meticulous. He removed the stains from our past encounter, leaving my toes naked and exposed. His touch was electrifying and sent mini waves from my eager toes to my damp pussy. He knew what he was doing to me, I could tell from the mischievous smile on his face.

He was dancing me to the land of “giddy and ready to come”. There was so much stimulation taking place, I wasn’t exactly sure which to thank later, the heat from the water, the vibrations underneath me, or him. Either way, I was in heaven and refused to be sent back to earth.

Next he took out his long hard tool, grazing it across the top of my foot. Although not the maneuver that normally had me soaking wet, the naughty part of me enjoyed the uncomfortable and new feeling of it. My left foot was screaming for attention and I think he knew this. He rubbed a thick cream colored liquid on to the crevice of each toe, rubbed it in until I started to bite my bottom lip. He smiled at me with that same smile as he tenderly placed my foot back into the bubbling water. Repeating the exact same procedure on my left foot giving it the attention it craved. Masterfully executed with the same tender, loving, care.

I relaxed my head against the back of the plush, leather bound chair and began to allow my senses to continue to be aroused. My body was almost in total relax mode except for the loud voices surrounding us. He was a knowing man, whispering sweet nothings to me, assuring me that everything is okay and encouraging me to relax.

He took my feet out of the water and again admired their beauty. He dried my feet and my legs with the softest towel ever made. Pouring a grainy, sweet-scented substance onto my calves and feet, he massaged my lower legs. Circular motions, up and down motions, swirl motions, it was all sending me to the moon or someplace far away from where I was seated.

My eyes were closed, allowing him total control of me. He took his long hose and sprayed his warm liquid on my legs, rinsing the sweet nectar from them. I could tell he was a man who cared about the women he saw, with a gingerly touch he rubbed satiny lotion onto my skin. Each touch a kiss to the next time.

It was all coming to an end soon, but I wasn’t upset. What took place today was going to last me until the next time I had a craving to come….maybe the next two or three weeks if I was impatient to see him again.

He meticulously reapplied the memory of this encounter to the surface of my toes. Doing what is always surprising every time he does it, he held my feet close to his soft lips and with a warm, breathy blow left his signature across my feet….sending me on a euphoric adventure.

I knew it was over, like when you roll over from the thralls of passion. I knew it was over but I enjoyed the time we shared. I paid him his fee, plus a bonus, plus a promise that he will be searched for the next time I come to LA nails….for a pedicure.

*Re-posted on Candy Diaries on May 20, 2010*

From the diaries of Groupies....

2009-09-13T02:25:00.005-04:00

RoShanna Peeters

Yeah you’ve heard of us. We everywhere you wish you were. Getting things you wish you had. Fucking niggas you wish you fucked. You know us by different names, but they call us Groupies….

My name is RoShanna and I’ve been hip to the whole groupie game ever since my first crush on a celebrity back when I was 14. I can remember it like it was yesterday. It was Ginuwine. The first time I heard “My Pony” on the radio, my panties were instantly wet. I couldn’t help but to think about how those lyrics should come true.

I’m just a bachelor, looking for a partner

Someone who knows how to ride

Without even falling off…

Yeah baby, this girl knows how to ride. And I damn sure ain’t about to fall off, as long as you got that saddle hard and ready to ride.

I may have been 14 but my body said I was 22. I already had a nice pair of titties, 36 C to be exact. A tight waste and a phat ass that was always noticed. My momma always knew I would get into trouble with a body like mine, but hell where does she think I got it from? I always knew how to use my body to get what I wanted. And at 14, what I wanted was Ginuwine…age difference or not.

Going to my first concert was like putting a kid in a candy store. I couldn’t wait for my chance to get at him. Now I know what you’re thinking, “This hot as little girl needs to sit her horny ass down and leave them celebs alone.” And you would be right, but when something calls you to the glitz and glamour and the opportunity to fuck somebody that’s larger than life, well you take it.

The First, but not the last

Right before the concert ended, I put my game plan into action. I slipped into one of the bathrooms to get myself in order. I was already cute in my grey and blue tank top, coochie-cutter shorts, and gray boots. I just needed to make sure my face was in order. I put on a fresh coat of lip stick and fluffed my hair a bit. I had heard from my girl who was a bit older than me that to get to the back stage you got to get through a whole group of niggas, but I knew it wouldn’t be that hard for me. All I had to do was swing my phat ass their way and let them take a whiff of this young pussy and it was over.

I snuck backstage without the stage manager catching me, finagled my way past security and the roadies and found where Ginuwine, Mr. Elgin Lumpkin, was staying. I found the green room that led to his room. After listening to the radio and checking his past concert information, I knew he liked to relax a bit before he headed out to another gig or after-party. Perfect! That gave me just enough time and opportunity to get him “unwound.” I opened the door to the green room and found two big ass motherfuckers guarding the door. Shit!

Okay, was I really going to turn back after going through all that work to get this close to Ginuwine? Fuck no.

“What you doing in here Miss Lady? This area ain’t for no young meat.” The first guard says to me.

“I got something that I have to give to Ginuwine.” I tell them.

“Yeah, well we can’t allow you to give nothing to him unless you give it to us first. You know we gotta make sure it’s safe,” The second guard says with a smirk.

After taking another glance at them, they weren’t so bad after all. The first guard was Chocolatey and stood about 5’10 and was probably 250, but he was all muscle. He had the nicest smile I’d ever seen.

The second one was a little bit lighter, taller, and skinnier. The best feature he had was his light brown eyes. He was definitely model material. Both of them were absolutely fuck material.

I thought to myself, well the best way to get ready for the “All-star game” was to practice and warm-up….right? So you know what I did….

I knew I had to do what I had to do to get to where I was trying to get to so. I made sure I locked the green room door behind me and went to work. I told them to take off their pants and get their dick hard as hell.

I put both those niggas in a chair facing each other. There is something about pushing people past their limits that really gets me off.

I started with the lighter one first as my appetizer. I caressed and massaged his inner thigh with my hands while I slowly kissed him. I teased him a bit by kissing his thighs before I dove mouth first towards his dick and hungrily sucked his throbbing dick. I liked his dick, it was right for sucking. It was long, but not too thick. I didn’t mind that his dick was going down my throat so much as I had enough mouth room for him. I like to suck my dicks with plenty of juice. I spit on his dick to get it super moist and licked that shit like it was the last Popsicle during a July heat wave. And he loved that shit too! You can always expect the freaks to find the freaks. His friend was sitting across from us jacking his shit, obviously he couldn’t wait. So I made sure he knew his turn was coming up as well. While I let Big Willie rest from the hurting my mouth was putting on him, I got Chocolate Brotha ready.

I got his dick wet and throbbing. Big Willie’s dick was perfect for sucking, but Chocolate Brotha’s dick was perfect for sitting. His dick was average size for a brotha…about 5-6 inches but it was fat…as hell. His dick was about the same size around as wrist was. I was a little bit scared of it, I’ve fucked some big dicks before but Shit! Really? I was already wet and ready for the shit to pop off but I had to mentally prepare to rock on Chocolate Brotha’s dick. I put a condom on his dick and slowly descended my body down his chocolate rocket. He must’ve been ready for the shit because next thing I knew I was quickly pushed down on to that shit. A regular hoe might not have been ready for it, but I was ready to ride this motherfucker til he was calling me Mommy.

My Caribbean roots always came in handy when I was fast grinding on a nigga. I could tell he was really loving the Ro version of the dutty wine, he was oohing and aahing all in my ear while his friend was beating his meat to the full frontal view of his friend fucking me. I wasn’t about to let that good dick go to waste. I leaned in and took Big Willie to the head….so to speak. I worked double time. I bounced my phat ass up and down on Chocolate Brotha while he held my hips to make me bounce harder as I mouth fucked Big Willie.

The sex sounds were deafening and the scents were tantalizing. I could tell both those niggas was about ready to cum, but Nobody cums unless Ro cums first! I was about ready to bust my nut, but I damn sure wasn’t ready for them to bust theirs. I slowed my grind and went from sucking to licking. I made sure the grinding in my hips was just right so that Chocolate Brotha’s dick was hitting the right spot….the g-spot.

I could feel the sensations building in me and they must have felt it too. I started to grind my hips deep and hard into Chocolate Brotha and Big Willie’s dick was prisoner to the suction of my mouth. In less than a minute, we was all squirting juices everywhere. Yeah, I’m a big squirter, for the right dick.

The orgasm had me in another universe, I thought I saw colors that didn’t exist yet.

After we caught our breaths and searched for our clothes, we heard someone clapping their hands in the background. Our senses finally coming back, we realized that Ginuwine had been watching the whole time and he liked it too because a hard dick never lies.

He said to me, “Damn girl! You sure know who to put on a good ass show. I thought I was spectacular, but you take the cake.”

“Yeah, I told your boys that I had something to give you, but they told me that I couldn’t give it to you until they checked it out first to make sure it was safe.” I replied with a smile.

“Well fellas, how was the ‘package’?” He asked the guards as they fastened their belts breathlessly.

They looked at each other before answering.

“Yeah, that package is awl’lat.” Answered Chocolate brotha first.

“Hell yeah, she bangin boss. She bangin’!” Big Willie commented.

Ginuwine had a smile on his face, “All right, let’s see what this package has to offer.”

He led me to his room and I gave him a taste of what RoShanna had to offer….

To Be Continued