Within Reach

"Hey babe!" I yelled out as I came home from the gym. I assumed he was still asleep.

It was after 1:30 in the afternoon on a Saturday. I know he was dog tired from working hard all week.

"Hey Love!" he yelled out. I was glad to hear his 'just waking baritone' and smiled as I began walking towards him.

He was still in the bed, but propped up. "Hey handsome," I said with a smile, "just waking up?"

"Yeah," he said with a chuckle. I laughed with him, "technically it's still early." Noting our multiple 3:30PM wake up calls on the weekends.

I began taking my clothes off in preparation for the most epic shower ever. I have to admit, training dirty in the gym was physically rewarding and sexually arousing.

"What time is it? He asked.

"After 1:30," I exclaimed, gathering ingredients for the shower:

• Milk and honey bath bar
• Charcoal soap
• Peppermint shower gel
• LOOFAH GLOVES!!

Can't forget those!

I distinctly heard him grunt, "I guess I'll get up."

I chuckled to myself. He's silly. I said to myself entering the bathroom.

I turned on my favorite playlist and took half a J out of my stash and lit up closing the bathroom door. The smokey clouds encircled my head and I began to drift into a calm and cozy place. I ran the bath water and turned on the shower. I let the hot water hit my skin, letting the steam and pulsating water massage away the day. The haze was starting to help my mind drift and make my body vibrate. My playlist started to make me tingle all over with lyrics about passionate love making and ravenous fuck fests. I started caressing my skin, enjoying the sensation of my wet finger tips. I drew circles all over my breasts, stomach, legs, and ass. I encircled my breasts with a tight grip and palmed my nipples before pinching them firmly. I was moving past arousal.

I let my hands trail from my breasts to the softness of my velvety mound. I always love that 6 o'clock shadow that forms just before a wax is due. It reminds me of how his beard feels against my thighs . I entered my pussy with my middle finger, stirring up the heat that was building inside of me. She was wet, juicy, telling me with the frequency of each pulse that she wanted to be filled. She was ready to be handled. She needed a fix.

I willed my lover to join me in the shower wanting to make my private fantasy a shared reality.

"Babe!" I said seductively. I heard the water turn off at the sink. He came to the shower door almost immediately, startling me when he responded, "Yes Love."

"Mmmm. I think I need some help in here. There's a spot I can't reach." I said, turning my head slowly to him with my back facing him. He smiled a wily smile. He wanted me as much as I wanted him and the shower was going to be our meeting ground. He walked away taking off his shirt. I continued to grope myself, stimulating my magic button. He entered the shower, standing close to me. I could feel the bulge of his dick against my ass. I leaned into him, letting him spoon me while standing. He began to grow.

I put on my loofah gloves and poured the peppermint shower gel in my hands. I rubbed my palms together until I got a thick lather. I started rubbing his neck and behind his ears. Facing him, I reached for a kiss. My shortness lessened by standing on my tip toes. He leaned in and kissed me with a lingering embrace. I caressed his shoulders and started rubbing his back letting the suds build against his skin. He held me tighter. I could feel his dick growing firmly against my thighs. With each deep breath, his dick rubbed again my clit sending electric charges all over my body. His tongue played a slinky dance in my ears. With his warm breath, he whispered the intricacies of his private fantasy to me. He grabbed my ass, grazing my clit as he reached under me.

I want to know who can make you wetter; my head or the shower head.

I would have chuckled had it not been for the sensation of his fingers slowly entering my ass. I thought I would lose my balance from the shear pleasure of his anal play. With his other hand, he grabbed my breast and leaned in to engulf it with his mouth. I leaned backward against the wall, the water above drumming against his back. We swiveled and I was on the opposite side facing the shower head and his back turned to it. He guided me to the built in seat, securing his middle appendage firmly between my butt cheeks. He slowly dropped down to his knees. I watched him, unable to form words. He was reaching spots I indeed couldn't reach.

His breath was warm against my budding clit. His tongue flicked one time and I thought I had passed out. It was hard to keep up with the mini tremors that were flowing through me. He kissed my hot button passionately. Without saying a word he told her how much he missed her, I was just there to bear witness. His fingers did a dance inside me making my tight hole open up more for him. I caressed the back of his head as he continued to speak to my body in a way that only my soul could understand.

With his thumb, he traced the opening of my pussy and slowly moved it in and out of it. His free hand rubbed my nipples like he was turning a knob to his favorite radio station. My moans were on the playlist. He continued to stimulate me with the most determination. As my body began to arch, his dick announced its arrival when it grazed my foot. I couldn't take it anymore.

I was heading to nirvana.

The orgasm started in my ass. The contractions rippling huge deep waves through me. My pussy clinched holding on to his thumb tightly. His kisses enveloped my clit making me convulse violently. He grabbed my breast firmly keeping me steady. My moans turned to cries as I had the biggest orgasm I've ever had.

The steam continued to rise as I regained composure. He smiled at me as he rose, kissing me on his way up and extending his hand. With the loofah gloves still on, I took his hand and stood up. He turned around and let the water run over his head. I added more soap to my hands and continued to exfoliate and finish washing his body. From behind, I scrubbed his chest and stomach, slowly traveling down his happy trail to his key to paradise. I grabbed him lightly and let the softness of the gloves tease him. I stroked him gently. His moans let me know that he was more than ready to see the promised land.

I let the water wash the soap off of his body and moved in front of him. I guided him to the very throne that had been the place of his last conquest. Giving him a playful smile, I slowly kneeled between him. I came face to face to his master key and let my mouth unlock his pleasure. He moaned deeply. The water from the shower head rained over us as I started to take him further and further into my mouth. Inch by inch I took him in until he reached the back of my throat. I held him there in that position and hummed. His moans adding a bass line to my melody. I deep throated him under our private cascade. He started pumping faster into my mouth letting me know his orgasm was imminent.

I grabbed the side of his buttocks, gripping him tightly. He grabbed the back of my head controlling each stroke while I sucked him back into submission. My tongue led a trail from the tip of his dick to the base and back to the tip before I deep throated and sucked him ravenously. He grabbed the back of my head with one last stroke before releasing a load of his warm cream on to the back of my tongue. I sucked him until he begged me to stop and swallowed the last of his DNA.

He regained his composure and commenced to rubbing my wet body with soap. He helped me wash off before kissing me on my neck gently on his way out of the shower. I shuddered. We both knew that was my spot. I lingered in the shower, letting my hands trail from my breasts to the softness of my velvety mound. Stirring up the heat that was building inside me. She was wetter, juicier, telling me with the frequency of each pulse that she was ready for the next fix.

I turned off the shower and stepped out into the cool air.

"Babe." I called out. "Need some help?"

Then the beat drops...

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…

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♥ Tesha

Special Delivery

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thanks, you too.” I replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Apparently he was a comedian too. I thought sarcastically.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Busted. I thought to myself.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I looked at him confused.

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

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

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

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

“Starving,” I replied, inviting him in.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tales from the Kama Sutra #4

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

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

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


&hearts Tesha

Tesha's Favorite Couple #5

BLACK LOVE

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

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

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

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

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




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

&hearts Tesha

Tales from the Kama Sutra #3

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




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

&hearts Tesha

Dear Tesha....

Dear Tesha,

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

XOXO
Sexting in GA


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

♥ Tesha


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Things that make you go WTF?

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Tesha's Favorite Couple #4

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



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

&hearts Tesha

MARRIAGE

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

On Intimacy....

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Garden

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tales from the Kama Sutra #2

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

Lotus Position

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

Tales from the Kama Sutra #1

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

This position is entitled "Accordeon."



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

Enjoy!

Tesha's Favorite Couple #3

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

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

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

I mean "Ride or Die"...

The Real Bonnie & Clyde

Would you play this for fun?

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



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

Something to Wet Your Spot....

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

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

My favorite MJ song...

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


**RIP MJ**
&hearts Tesha

When is a good age to teach kids about sex?

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

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

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

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



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

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

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



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