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.

Things that make you go WTF?

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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

Summer Secrets Series Volume I, #1

Dear Diary,

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

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

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

“Eh…nothing really. Why?” I ask her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ll have a Coke,” I tell him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Aww damn! What happened?” I ask her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Silence.

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

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

I thought about it for a minute.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tesha's 10 sexiest videos

1. Ciara Ride

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



2. Chris Issack Wild Game

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



3. Rihanna Rude Boy

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



4. Trey Songz Invented Sex

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



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

NO. WORDS. NECESSARY.



6. Janet Jackson Anytime

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



7. Justin Timberlake My Love

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



8. Aerosmith Love in an Elevator

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



9. Tyrese Signs of Love Making

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



10. Christina Aguilera Dirrty

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

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


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

Rihanna Te Amo

Hot Video Alert!



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







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

Samantha Jones Sex and the City Quote #3

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

Waxed

I remember the first time I got waxed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The first time I got waxed.

What is it about a man in a uniform?

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

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

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

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

♥ Tesha

A funny thing happened at the bachelorette party

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

Sweet Dick Suckers from Starship-Elations


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