Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Sometimes I just Want to be Fucked. Is there a Problem???!!

Sometimes I just want to be fucked. I don’t want you to make love to me. No need to kiss, or play those tender little games. Throw my back on the wall, pull my panties to side, hike me up on your hips, use your hard cock head to tease me and then shove that shit in. I want you to take my fucking breath away! Make me scream, moan and shutter all at the same time. I want to dig my nails in your back and grind on your dick as we stand up. Whine my hips like I’m at a reggae concert and cum over and over and over and over and over and over…..I want to feel my pussy juices drip down my legs as I curl my toes and squeeze my thighs tightly around your waist. Don’t get too comfortable and don’t you dare put me on a bed!! I want it in all the wrong places. You see that table over there? The one just the right height to get full thrust? Plank me on that bitch, get a good grip of my dreadlocks, arch my ass, spread my shit open and slide that dick in. See that pussy swallow and suck on that cock? You like that? Don’t waste those juices cause you’re going to need them to lubricate my ass before you enter. Stick your finger in it while you pound my pussy. Is it ready yet? I think it is…take that head and test it for me baby. Ooohhh….damn that’s tight, don’t stop! I didn’t ask you for mercy nigga. Handle your shit, I told you what this was about. There you go! Damn big daddy that feels so fucking good, don’t forget to play with my clit while you fuck this ass. Right there! Oh shit baby my knees are getting weak and I feel my pussy getting ready to squirt in 5….4….3…..2…..1…..!!!!!

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…Holy FUCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKk!!! DAAAAAMMMMMMNNNNNNNNN! YEEEESSSSSSSSS SHIT YESSSSSSS!!!!! Wait, where you taking me??!! Oh we not done?? That’s what the fuck I’m talking about. Outside??!! You so nasty and I love it…..Fuck this ass on my patio while my gardener cuts the lawn. I love this shit! There he goes right now, let’s give him a good show big daddy. I want the neighbors to know your name.

Thursday, July 21, 2011

The First Time I "Rubbed One Out" Holy Shit!!!

I and two of my close friends went on a last minute trip to the Bahamas for a few days and it ended up being an extremely monumental time in my life. I am one of those women that NEEDS to cum at least once a day. If I don’t play with my pussy and bust a good one, I get cranky and very irritable. When I am traveling, I pack my vibrator first and if I for any reason forget it, my ass is buying another one upon landing. I had truly perfected the art of masturbation or so I thought. On this trip, for whatever reason I forgot to pack my vibrator. It dawned on me as soon as I reached the airport and I had no time to run back and get it or find a local store. (BTW, are there any airports that have a sex store?) I was very nervous about this because as I racked my brain I could not remember seeing a sex store anywhere on the island we were heading too. When we landed and were checking in, I asked the lady at the front desk if there was anywhere I could find a sex store to purchase a vibrator. Now I know Bahamas is a strict Christian country but these bitches are just as freaky if not freakier, so the embarrassed/disgusted look on the concierge lady face was a front and at that point I didn’t give a flying fuck. I wanted my vibrator!!! As I suspected, they had nothing on the island. (Bahamas has over 700+ islands and many of them are very small and exclusive) I was pissed!! At that moment, I felt my clit swelling up. Little bitch!! She was just being spiteful and I knew it. My girls couldn’t understand why the charades around getting my toy. Wendy says to me, "bitch just get in the shower and rub one out." "Rub one out???" I was confused. What did she mean "rub one out?" Shonae then says. "Girl, you mean to tell me you've never made yourself cum with your fingers?" I was perplexed. Why hadn't I ever done that? ME?!??!! Miss Nina Niagra???!!! WTF???!!! They began to laugh at me because up to that point, I was the bitch to beat when it came to any kind of sexual escapades. I was officially on a mission. I needed to master the art of making my pussy cum w/out a vibrator. The first night there, while in the shower, I made an attempt. It was a no go...My pussy was like a spoiled rich kid, visiting Wal-Mart for the first time; confused, in denial and wanted no parts of it. By the time I was done trying to get the pussy flowing, I exhausted all the hot water. My bitches were so mad at me...lmao!! I wanted to so bad to ask them what techniques they use but my pride wouldn’t let me. That weekend I did everything possible to keep my mind off of not being able to cum. It seems as though my attempts only frustrated me more, so I stopped and just opted for spooning Wendy and hunching on her bare naked ass.

When we got back home that Sunday night, the first thing I did was grab my toy and get to work. However, I was so backed up from the weekend, even after 4 sessions I still wanted more. At that point my pussy just wanted a good pounding and some serious vaginal wall damage. I scrolled through my phone and called old faithful. He's a really handsome guy but much shorter than me so I could never really get into him. I would always talk shit about being vertically challenged. Well apparently Mr. ShortieByNature had a point to prove. One night after smoking, my pussy began leaking like the drainage in an oil change. We hadn’t had sex before but at that moment I would have fucked a doorknob. After a few minutes of foreplay, I pulled my panties to the side, positioned myself on the arm side of his couch, cocked my leg up, arched my back and stuck my fingers in my wet, dripping pulsating pussy. As he watched me play with it, I watched his mandingo double then triple in size. He grabbed for that XXL Magnum, slipped his head in and teased me. That shit drove me crazy and begging for more. Then he says "let me show you how us short niggas get down." Ladies, have mercy on my soul!!!!!! When I tell you this nigga had me on planet WhereDaFuck!!! Pussy dripping RIGHT NOW as I relive the moment. I swear to god I didn’t pee straight for a week after that.

So once I kind of got that out my system, I was back on track with my usual routine. I was determined to make myself cum with my fingers. The Saturday after my fuck session, I decided to make it a special night and really get into the mood for this. I bought some wine, dimmed my lights, logged into my favorite porn site and turned the volume up so I could hear ALL the sex sounds. I knew that in order to make this happen I had to pay attention to my body and allow all of my senses to be heightened. I started watching some porn and allowed my pussy to get good and wet before I touched it. I made sure my fingers were nicely lubricated and started to slowly make soft circular movements around my clit. Within a short period of time, I felt my clit start to expand and get really sensitive. I was really starting to feel this shit and it was getting my entire body excited. I started to slowly rock my hips and pretend I had a bitch/nigga licking me from the back. My body temperature started to rise and I felt that tingling in my back that I usually get when I am about to cum. Oh shit, this was really about to go down and it was feeling even BETTER than my toy!!! I rocked harder and harder, then I applied more pressure on my clit. All of a sudden my body quivers, I lose feeling in my legs, my back gets tight and then as I let out a loud scream, my pussy squirts an unbelievable amount of liquid and I pass the fuck out. Holy Shit!!!! That feeling was amazing!!!

So to my homegirls Shonae & Wendy…….Bitches, I did it!!!!! #thatsall

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Stella Got Her Groove Back & Damion Gets His Green Card: A Win Win???!!!

An ex-coworker of mine brings an associate of hers to one of our South Beach all girls lunch dates. As this young lady approaches our table, I immediately notice the insecurities in her stance. Ladies, that shit is like dog feces on a shoe. You feel and smell it with every pace just as much as the people around you. When she sat down, my girlfriend introduces her as the new Mrs. X (no I’m not going to reveal the bitch real name) Knowing chica for a few years now, I realized that there was a little bit more to that introduction than the surface. So, I grab my blackberry waiting in anticipation for her text. It vibrates, I look down and the message says: “ask to see her wedding picture.” Not what I expected, but I figure let me roll with it because clearly she is going somewhere with this. I look at Mrs.X and I say: “Well congratulations hun, I am happy for you if you are happy for yourself. So where did you meet Mr. Right? What’s the fairytale story of how you met?” She says, O I met him in Jamaica on one of my trips with my girlfriends and it was like love at first sight.” The wheels in my brain started spinning as I tried to figure out what the catch was that my friend wanted me to pick up on. “That is so romantic, oh my goodness do you have any pictures?” Of course, she had several in her purse and hundreds on her phone. When I glanced at the first picture, immediately I knew what chica was getting at. All I could do was shake my head and think to myself, “another one bites the dust.” Before I bring you in on what’s going on, let me tell you a little bit about Mrs. X. She is 33 years old, a single mother of 5 kids and, well, how can I say this and not be offensive……..She is not in the least bit attractive.#justbeingreal She subscribes to
all of the fashion dont's, is extremely overweight and does not know how to carry it well at all. ( I love a big girl that's confident and sexier than a mother fucker) She houses a body odor that I have yet been able to describe. She pays absolutely NO attention to the necessary manicuring and maintenance that women should pay attention to and a Pumice bar would be a long overdue addition to her daily routine. I am not superficial but lets be real, there are some things and some people we see on a daily basis and ask ourselves "why" and "what the fuck?" Well, she was all of the above. As far as her personality, I cant say I saw much of any but who am I to judge. Now, her "husband".........was a lighter version of Tyrese Beckford and by the gloss on his lips, the arch of his eyebrows and the bend in his wrist, I already knew what was going down. The nigga was FINE!!!!!! I am not a hater by any means but 1+1 is always 2 and if you plant an apple seed you will never get an orange. So, my probing began. "Wow, he is a good looking guy. How old is he and what does he do?" She replies: "He's 23 and in the hospitality business. We are trying to get a job at a one of the hotels in SOBE but we are just waiting on his fiance visa. He wants us to have a baby but says we need to be able to file for his mom so she can help us take care of the baby." Ladies and gentleman, this bitch has been got! If you don't see it, let me break it down for you. It is VERY common for young men in the islands, working in hospitality, to prey on tourists such as Mrs.X. In a glance you can tell this woman would be elated if a puppy pissed on her heel and nibbled on her kneecaps. She clearly would not be the top 1,000,000,000 pick in a crowd of people. A little conversation, he gets to know her triggers and acts like a complete gentleman. Last but not least, he drops the mandingo, island fuck on her ass and the bitch is stuck like chuck. Why? So he can get that all mighty Green Card!!!! It is the cheapest and easiest way for these men to come to this country. In most cases not only do these women fall for it and get married, they also support the niggas until or if they ever get a job. Some may endure what Stella did (Stell got her groove back) and find her a gay boy capable of fucking the pussy. Or if the guy is straight, he has a girlfriend that understands the reason for his sacrifice. Possibly even a family! Sometimes the guys mother may be the one grooming him, which is what it looks to be in the case of Mrs.X.
Ladies, the caliber of men you date will rarely change. If on a scale of one to ten you have been dating negative seven type men, that's just your mother fucking fate. You may find different variations of negative seven, but bottom line is he's still a negative seven. Personality can go a long way. It may get you across the street but it will not get you to Disney Land. Mrs.X has clearly made some bad decisions in her life when it comes to men. Five kids and four baby daddy's is sign number one. She doesn't take pride in her appearance or herself. Sadly, she obviously does not have any real friends in her circle to teach her differently. Or positive role models to lead by example.
I texted chica and told her she was fucked up to bring that girl to lunch so that she could humiliate her. She rebutted by saying she wanted me to talk to her because she just didn't know how to break the ice on a conversation like that. Bullshit but whatever. One thing I am not is fake, shy or afraid to speak my mind. I also have a sincere interest in helping people and while the truth may hurt, it is the best way to show that you are genuine. However, there is a time and a place for everything. Who was I to burst Mrs. X bubble. I felt really bad for her situation and knew that she had a ruff road ahead of her. I've said it before and I will say it again: "check the bitches you roll with and stay away from yes men/women."

As far as chica that brought Mrs. X to the luncheon
, yeah I don't fuck with her anymore. #thatwasntcool


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Thursday, July 7, 2011

You Lay with Dogs, You'll Rise with Fleas.....#RealTalk

I have quite often been labeled as the bitch that thinks her shit doesn’t stink. It’s not that I don’t think my shit stinks, it's just that I KNOW it smells better than yours. I really don’t see what the problem is in being selective with the people you have in your circle. I am all about progression and have a very strict set of values and beliefs that I live by. Why would I want to be unevenly yoked? Better yet, why would I want to deal with the hassle. We are naturally adaptive creatures. Whatever environment you find yourself in for a long period of time, you will be inclined to adjust or accommodate others to alleviate some of the foreign. If an English speaking American were to migrate to another country, we expect within a period of time they pick up or at least understand the language. Simple, broke and ignorant bitches roll with simple, broke and ignorant bitches. Niggas that ain't about shit, roll with niggas that ain't about shit. Its just how the cookie crumbles. Or as they say "birds of a feather flock together. I was listening/observing a conversation one day on a train ride to Manhattan. These ladies were probably around 18-21. Four out of the five were very vocal and extra. They were discussing the faults (basically being haters) of some groups of girls they knew, being petty and unnecessarily malicious. Let me preface by giving you a visual...The girls were all on the heavy side and not very attractive. All were fashion misfits in there attempts to wear clothing not of the appropriate size. With the exception of one, there street slang/slur was heavy and very much "bonquisha-ish/shanainai-ish." They were loud and obnoxious in appearance and volume. As they spewed there hate and spoke openly of there sexual escapades with "this bitch" man and "that bitch" man, I couldn't help but notice the one young lady that just didn't seem to quite fit in. When all but that one young lady got off at the next stop, almost like a light switch I noticed the change in her body language and demeanor. I already knew what time it was and quickly figured out exactly what this chick was about. I'm a people person (when I wanna be) and I love studying, learning and understanding human behaviors. I introduced myself to the young lady, told her I was in graduate school finishing up my Masters in Psychology and wanted to know if she would be ok with me asking her a few questions, for a paper I was writing. I was able to get in a good 20 minutes before I had to get off at my stop, but it was exactly as I predicted. Samantha (her name) had moved to Brooklyn from Connecticut. She grew up in a humble middle class neighborhood and graduated Valedictorian of her high school class. This bitch is smart as shit! (no common sense though) She desperately wanted to fit in and the only crowd that had some kind of "cool" factor and would allow her in, were the girls I saw. She agreed that alot of the things they talk about or focus on she didn't quite understand and finds that she has to "dumb down" alot in order for them to get her. However, in her eyes it is so much better than being alone. Also, being overweight doesn't help with her insecurities and makes it hard for her to feel comfortable around people. Sam was quickly on a path of self-destruction fucking with these girls. I didn't have an opportunity to really "get in" and school her Nina style but I did leave her with this: "Create your own following, listen to your instincts and do better because you are better."

Take a look at the top 5 mother fuckers that you roll with. Ten chances to one, you are doing just about as good or as bad as they are. I never understand why we get upset when someone that grew up in the ghetto decides to distance themselves from that environment when they get older. You'll often hear "oh fuck dat nigga Chris man, he done forgot where he came from. Dat nigga dont even rep his hood." Excuse me, but what exactly would Chris be "reppin" might I ask? The fact that he escaped having multiple baby mothers, selling drugs, not getting an education, jail, low income housing, death? News Flash: I'm Good! I do better because I am better. If I want to help the less fortunate or "rep" anything, it will be the children. I have NO sympathy for a grown ass man or woman that uses every stereotype or obstacles as an excuse to be a mother fucking loser. I will not waste time, energy or money throwing venom at people or associating myself with those that do. I do better because I am better.

This simple bitch on twitter the other day said to me "oh you ain't shit bitch I got way more followers than you do." I advised this ignorant piece of shoe shit that unlike her, twitter nor anyone of these social networks DO NOT define me. I define me! What this sloar and many others do not understand is that life is not about a popularity contest. Surrounding yourself with a entourage of random mother fuckers doesn't make you the shit. As a people we are so afraid of our own damn reflections. This fear is clearly crippling and prevents us from facing and defeating center inner demons that we all have. Ultimately stifling personal, professional, emotional and spiritual growth.

Lesson for Today:
  • Align yourself with people that are doing bigger and better shit than you are.
  • Don't be afraid to give a nigga/bitch the "pink slip"

  • Do better, because you are better