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SERVICE with a SMILE (Janelle)...Part. One
15 years ago
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Something to Wet Your Spot....
My favorite MJ song...
Sunday, June 20, 2010
When is a good age to teach kids about sex?
In this day and age where it’s okay to see a commercial or television show filled with tits and ass or grown-ups simulating sex, when is it okay to start teaching kids about sex and who should be burdened with the task?
I remember going to my, then, 10 year old brother’s field day. It was filled with kids having fun competing against each other for the sheer glory of being a winner. I remember getting into a conversation with one of the mom’s there about how she almost wouldn’t allow her kid to come to the field games because he was previously on punishment. Being nosing and wanting to know more, I asked her why and what could he have done to have almost missed out on a staple in an elementary school kid’s life?
She told me that she caught her son and two other girls sexting to each other. I was shocked. My initial reaction was ‘Oh wow! And he’s only ten?’ My secondary reaction was ‘Wait, he’s only ten AND has a cell phone?’ We’ll get to young kids and cell phones another day, but what really amazed me is the fact that she said he hasn’t even talked to him about sex and yet he was already displaying behavior as if she did.
The contents of the sext message was something along the lines of the little girl giving her son a blow job and making him “feel good.” It has come to my attention that kids are experiencing sex and sexual encounters at younger and younger ages but parents are failing to have this important discussion with them before these encounters can even happen.
When I begin to have children, I hope that if my kids are going to “experiment” with sex, that they are at least knowledgeable to know how to protect themselves and to know that the option to wait until they are ready is always acceptable. I want to be like my fiancé’s mother. She told him about sex when he was four years old and continued you to teach him as his development increased. At least then, they are learning the basics of anatomy and an almost cartoonish explanation of sex, but at least they know it.
Statistics state that the age group with increasing incidences of STD’s are children around 10-15. Teenage pregnancies increase at an alarming rate each year because these kids go into sex not knowing or understanding that pregnancy is ALWAYS an option when you have unprotected sex. Young women constantly get raped, molested or forced into sex because they learn from their ignorant friends that to have a guy you have to sleep with him. Young boys think that to be a man you HAVE to have sex and demean women because of what they see on TV or hear from others.
In some European countries and even in some northern states, the school system has the job of informing and protecting children. The earlier we inform these kids, the more knowledgeable citizens they can be. The more knowledgeable they are the less problems we have in our society.
I think a good age to teach kids about sex is when the FIRST signs of curiosity peaks. Like when they wonder about their genitals…
What do you think? When is a good age to teach kids about sex? Talk to me…
&hearts Tesha
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
That’s why Bruce Willis and Ashton Kutcher is my favorite couple #2
An Unconventional Bromance
&hearts Tesha
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Summer Secrets Series Volume I, #1
Dear Diary,
I have a secret. I didn’t think I would do it. I didn’t think I was capable, but somehow we always seem to surprise ourselves. I’ll start from the beginning.
“Hey Cassandra girl, what’s up?” I ask my best friend of twelve years.
“Not much. I was calling to see what you were up to tonight, around say 8?” She asks me.
“Eh…nothing really. Why?” I ask her.
“You want to go grab a bite to eat?” She asks me. “There’s a new Chinese spot I’ve been dying to try, but I need someone to taste test it just in case it’s poisoned,” she snickers.
“Oh! So you’re using me as the official taste tester, your highness? Puh leeze! If anything, we are taste testing at the exact. same. time. That way we’ll die together.” I laugh heartily.
“Yeah, yeah. We’ll see. So whaddyu say? I’ve got some stuff to tell you anyways,” she says.
“Well fine. Miss Cassandra. If you insist. Just text me the address and I’ll see you there,” I tell her before we hang up.
That girl Cassandra has been up to no good. I think the last time I saw her was….maybe two months ago. I know she has a ton of things to tell me, I can’t wait because I got so much to tell her too!
I look at the clock, 7:07, I pry myself from my book and chair and start to get ready. I decide to make it a low key night since I’m only seeing Cassandra.
I brush my hair and throw it back in a ponytail. Wash my face and sweep on a translucent powder. A little eyeliner and some mascara, then finish it off with some lipgloss. I change my shirt and am ready to go. I grab my purse, keys and cell and head out the door.
I arrive at the Grand China Café around 8:15 and see Cassandra’s Hyundai sitting in the front.
My stomach grumbles announcing my presence as I walk up to Cassandra’s table.
“Hey girl hey!” I say as we embrace for a hug. “I feel like we haven’t seen each other in ages!”
“I know. I know. I’ve been MIA for a minute. So how have you been?” She asks as we take our seats.
“Good evening ladies, what can I get you to drink?” the waiter asks.
“Uh…I’ll just take an iced tea,” Cassandra requests.
“I’ll have a Coke,” I tell him.
The waiter leaves to fix our drink orders. We pick up our menus as we continue our conversation.
“I’ve been doing pretty well. I recently got a new job at Roth | Mitchell| Smith Advertising Agency in their creative department. Finally got that first step in my career dream. My hope is to be their creative director.” I begin.
“Let’s see….I finally finished paying off that credit card. I finally finished moving and decorating the house, so no more boxes. You still have the key right?” I asked her.
“Yeah, I still have it.” She answered.
“And…that is my life up to date. Oh and I finally got rid of that maniac Jerome.” I concluded, shuddering at the thought of saying his name again.
“Well, I’m not sure if my life is as exciting as yours has been. Really over the past couple of months I have been on a soul searching journey trying to find myself and figure out who I am,” she tells me with emotion.
“Here are your drinks ladies, what can I get you tonight?” The waiter asks us.
“I’ll have the vegetable lo mein, sweet and sour chicken, and two egg rolls.” Cassandra says.
“I’ll take shrimp fried rice, braised wings, an egg drop soup, and an egg roll.” I tell the waiter.
“You’re food will be out shortly. Thank you ladies.” The waiter courteously says as he leaves our table.
“Okay so what’s been going on in your life now?” I ask Cassandra.
“Well, things have just been falling into place and I have been noticing that I have been unhappy for a while. So I took a hiatus to do some serious soul searching.” She tells me.
“Wow! What happened to make you want to do that? Not that I’m not proud of you for finding yourself, but I feel like an interesting turn of events has happened to make you have the urgency to do that.” I tell her with concern.
“Well yeah. A couple of interesting things have happened. You remember that guy Blake I was seeing for like six months?” She asks.
“Yeah, the one you said was an investment banker or something?” I ask her.
“Yeah, Blake the investment banker. Well we broke up about four months ago. Or should I say he broke up with me,” she goes on.
“Aww damn! What happened?” I ask her.
She tells me the start of the problems she’s been having with Blake. How he is always unavailable or inattentive and how he stopped being compassionate to her needs.
“Well, things hadn’t been working out with me and Blake. Between the time he spends at his job, with his friends, and everyone else it just didn’t seem like he had enough time for me and my needs. So, one day Blake left to go watch the game with his friends at a bar across town. When he left, I invited someone over. Blake came back to the house unexpectedly and caught me in bed…with another woman.” She said diverting her eyes away from mine.
“Okay ladies, you had the lo mein, sweet and sour chicken with two egg rolls. And you had the shrimp fried rice, braised wings, egg drop soup and one egg roll right?” The waiter asked as he set our food on the table. “Is there anything else you ladies need?”
“Uh yeah, a ‘To Go’ box.” I told the waiter promptly.
I was still shocked. Cassandra only moments ago told me she was in bed with a woman. A woman?! But it felt like the words had just escaped her lips. I didn’t know how to feel. Cassandra was my best friend, we could talk about anything and everything. But how could she hide something like that from me? I didn’t know what to think. I didn’t know how I felt. All I knew was that I didn’t want to look at her right now.
“Lisa wait! Don’t go! Please come back!” Cassandra yelled after me.
It was no use. I wasn’t coming back, at least not until I could cool off. I still couldn’t believe it. My best friend of over 12 years was a lesbian. How the fuck could that happen? Out of all of us in our group, Cassandra was the one who ALWAYS had the guys after her. She had a new boyfriend at least every 2-3 months.
She was a master of seduction and knew how to make guys drool over her. She was always the one talking about this good dick and that good dick. How could she give up good dick for some pussy? I just don’t get it!
It had been about two weeks since Cassandra had dropped the bombshell on me. She has called me every day since that night at the Chinese restaurant and I have avoided every one of her calls since then.
Saturday, the day I usually do all of my cleaning and catching up on my shows. I had the radio on full blast, singing at the top of my lungs, and vacuuming as I heard the door open and close behind me.
I spun around ready to give hell to the intruder who came into my home when I realized it was Cassandra. Damn it! I forgot I gave her a key when I moved in. I thought to myself.
“You not answering my phone calls. You won’t reply to my emails. You ignore my facebook messages. What else was I supposed to do? Why won’t you talk to me?” She scolds.
“I don’t have anything to say. What do you want me to say? Oh yeah, I’m totally cool with my best friend becoming a lesbian and then going into hiding for 2-3 months and then springing it up on me over lo mein! I’m your best friend and you couldn’t even trust a secret like that with me. How do you think that makes me feel?” I yelled.
The tension was mounting and I was on the brink of tears. I didn’t know if I was more upset that she kept such a huge secret from me or now I truly didn’t know who she was. I had so many thoughts going through my mind about whether or not I could get dressed in front of her without her checking me out. They seemed so superficial and yet so deep…my thoughts were interrupted.
“What? Why? What?” My speech was just as confused as I was.
Cassandra had interrupted my thoughts and anger by kissing me. I didn’t know what to do. I knew I wasn’t a lesbian, but it felt so nice. Her lips were soft and flavored from the minty lip gloss she wore. She led me to the couch, her lips still planted on mine.
We fell to the couch, entangled in each other. Cassandra was a sensual but aggressive lover. Kinda like how a man is when he first wants to have sex with you. I was paralyzed by fear and horniness. She had me so hot that I had to make sure the moment finished to the end.
Cassandra lifted up my shirt, exposing my braless breasts. I was lost in the moment, I didn’t care how taboo it was. She lowered her head and enveloped my left nipple in her mouth, making wet circles around the areole. She cupped by right breast in her hands as she slowly massaged them.
Cassandra was doing a number on my breasts, I didn’t want her to stop. But I kinda did, but I didn’t let her for fear of that awkward stare that would take place. I let Cassandra continue doing what she wanted to me and tried to let my mind focus on the pleasure.
She made wet trails from the middle of my breast to my navel, kissing it with the passion of the French. Slowly and meticulously, she pulled down my sweatpants. Exposing my fresh Brazilian waxed pussy, she dove face first into me. It was so unexpected and so swift, I squealed at the first contact.
Cassandra was very skilled. I see why she switched teams, I could think of one other man who could eat my pussy as well as Cassandra was at this moment, Jerome. I shuddered, but this time it wasn’t because of that sonofabitch’s name. Cassandra had me shivering in a way, that I thought only came when it was cold.
She slowly spelled out the alphabet with her tongue, A… B… C… D, by the time she got to E, I was done. I couldn’t take it anymore. I started to struggle under her, but Cassandra wouldn’t let me leave. I felt like it was revenge for not talking to her and being ashamed to confront her. I was more than ashamed for allowing her to take her sweet revenge on me, but I couldn’t think of that right now.
All I could think about was Cassandra’s fingers in my pussy and her tongue on my clit. When I finally let go of all the thoughts in my mind, I came over and over on Cassandra’s tongue and fingers. She enjoyed it because she wouldn’t unlatch her mouth from me until I stopped twitching.
Silence.
I put my sweatpants and shirt back on, without looking her in the eye. Cassandra grabbed my hand and sat me down on the couch.
“I’m sorry. I should have told you and I definitely shouldn’t have done what I just did,” Cassandra said looking me in my face.
I thought about it for a minute.
“I hope you know this doesn’t mean that I’m a lesbian now too and that we will NEVER do that again or talk about it,” I said to Cassandra, a cloud of seriousness overshadowing us.
“Yes, I don’t know what got into me. I’m not even attracted to you like that.” Cassandra said shaking her head.
I was slightly offended. Why not? I’m sexy as hell!
So I said, “And why not? I think I’m sexy as hell,” trying to break the tension.
“Yeah, you’re sexy, but you’re not my type.” Cassandra said smiling a sincere smile.
“Good.” I told her as we continued talking and catching up.
I didn’t think I would do it. I didn’t think I was capable, but somehow we always seem to surprise ourselves.
I have a secret to tell. For just a moment, I was a lesbian. And my best friend…was my lover.
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
“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.”
Sunday, June 6, 2010
The G Shot
I was listening to the Bert Show on Q100 Atlanta as they were discussing G spots and G shots. They had several women on the show including a 24 year old married mother of one who has NEVER had an orgasm, not with her husband and not with herself [insert sincere oohs and aahhs here___]. Feeling sorry for the poor girl, the show’s producers got in touch with a local Atlanta gynecologist who is willing to have her try the procedure for herself.
How would you feel if you never ever in your life had The Big O? Would you be depressed? Would you feel less of a woman? Would you be desperate? Some women will go to great lengths to achieve the Big O, even to the point of getting medical assistance to have it…
My dear readers,
Let me introduce you to the G Shot
So what is the “G Shot” anyway?
So you mean to tell me that you are going to stick a needle in my vagina, plump up my G-spot with collagen, and it will allow me to have the best sex of my life? And I don't have to fake it anymore? Where can I sign up? *sarcasm*
Stick THAT in your vajayjay...
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
- 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
Sexy woman+ Gyrating hips + simplistically edited +high cut French one-piece with a sprinkle okay dollop of innuendo and BAM! Sexy video
This was before even my time, but I have seen this video time and time again. You get a gorgeous man and a gorgeous woman rolling around on a beach and then make it dramatic by filming it in black & white and you dear…have wet panties.
This song is blunt, blatant, and straight to the point. “Baby, if she don’t feel it. She ain’t faking….no. no.” although I think this might be replaced with Rihanna’s latest video “Te Amo”
So when a man tells you EXACTLY what he wants to do to you and THEN tells you that he Invented Sex, can you really allow yourself not to be seduced by him?
NO. WORDS. NECESSARY.
So men. If Janet came up to you and said “Anytime. Anyplace.” Would you tell her no? Thought not.
Am I the only one who thinks Justin Timberlake is a sexy ass man? And in this video he is subtly sexy. Even the video is subtly sexy. You have to catch him doing naughty things.
This might be before some of y’all’s time but Aerosmith….gets me every time with this video. Who has ever had a fantasy about getting a quickie in an elevator? Who has succeeded?
Personally I think Aquarians do it better. But that’s just my opinion…
“Wanna get dirty?” Uh….maybe. I’ve never kissed a girl, but after this video…I might just try it.
Honorable Mentions
Erykah Badu Window Seat
This video is intellectually sexy. If you can stimulate my body, that’s cool. But if you can stimulate my mind, you got me forever. Sure she has a great body, “phat ass,” crazy legs but most importantly she has a powerful mind. And THAT’S SEXY!
Marques Houston Naked
I got you with the mind sex. But this video gets you with the blatant sex. I mean the song is called “Naked” and Marques Houston is…well naked. This is one of those moments when Roger doesn’t have to go home.
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