it was sapposed to be a one night stand

It was supposed to be a one night stand but man ol man was it banging for the both of us it felt like we've known each other for years the way he kissed me from head to toe from the first stroke i knew his dick game was popping just as wavy as it could be all i could say was owwwwww whisper his name while he moaning and deep stroking I'm almost at my climax he's feeling me and goes deeper and deeper beats it up as the sun came up splash!!! he smacking my ass I'm throwing it back looking at him getting ready to nut he goes faster and he got louder with the moaning then splash he hugged me mad tight kissed me passionately I'm thinking to myself dammmmnnnn we just made love on some real shit i was loving it he whispered in my ear damn why do you have to leave so soon I'm like don't worry I'm coming back. the next day he blew up my phone on my way home he needed me bad and he couldn't wait til i came back. over our two week break we kept in contact when i got back to the spot he was def my lil shawty its crazy he wasn't even my type at first but his swag was too damn sexy to resist just as cocky az he should be fresh az hell from head to toe he never had a bad day. our swags were to official together we got close az hell then fell apart all i can say is damn it was just supposed to be a one night stand.

you must regret the day you left me

It seems to me you found ya wife why are you still trying to be in my life saying you still love me but why what is that goin to do? you have anotha chick your going to meet the parents why is that your still trying to get in contact with me? you must regret the day that you left me your not off how i hung up when you called me well im not off how you left me hanging now you see how it feels. damn it must hurt when you get a taste of your own medicine, left me standing in the rain wondering which way to go. confused as hell no signs anywhere, thinking maybe this maybe that where did it all go wrong sitting here singing songs putting your name in everything you left the best you had now you tryin to come right back it damn sure dont work like that. daydreaming and thinking about you not even havin a clue it was all about the hoes, henny and who trying to screw? who wouldve knew the only person i ever loved trusted held on a pedistal would treat me like dirt then turn around and say you love me? forget all of that just like when you turned your back your whack az hell im glad you messed up you made me realize my worth and you dont even amount to half of my worth so i treat you like the hoes i come across kick em to the curb like beckham and on to the next one find them fuck them forget them.

Addicted to SEX????

At what point would one be addicted to sex? we all know what that means on a massive level, i.e you can't go outside without meeting someone to have sex with or hooking up with everybody at your job simply because you cant control yourself. When your sexual endevors begin to disrupt your way of living, then yes you would be addicted. However; i am referring to something different. I am more so trying to determine whether or not there are different stages of being addicted to sex, just as in addictions to drugs. Most people addicted to crack don't start off selling their bodies for crack, so clearly the addiction process happens over time...anyway, i digress. Many people i know feel as though i too am addicted to sex. I just believe that i have a very strong sexual appetite. I could have sex all day everyday...good sex that is. I definently would not just be sleeping with just anybody because that's a waste of time, only the best of the best. I love sex so much, but at times i feel like i need it and if i don't get it my mood could change drastically. Now are those signs of addiction or just simply frustration? Like this past weekend for instances, i was expecting to have sex with any 1 of 4 people, any one of them would have sufficed ( the best of the best). When all my plans fell through i just broke down!!!...i couldn't even fathom the idea of not having sex especially after i had already expected to. My friends say that these are signs of addiction because when i do not have sex it alters my mood so. I do not agree. A person addicted to sex would be looking around bars or anywhere trying to find a guy, any guy. I would never do that! I stick to my elite, all of whom i have been having sex with for over 2 years minimum. It's almost like having 4 or 5 monogamous relationships. If ever their sex became bad then of course i would look for a new elite, but for the time being they are all great. I am not in it for the chase as a sex addicted person is. I am not concerned with quantity as a sex addicted person is, i am more about the quality. I like to have a few though so this problem i ran into doesn't happen, but i guess that didn't work this time. I don't feel like my system is flawed though because in ally my time having sex with these people this was the first time EVER where i just could not catch up with any of them. I actually hate having sex with new people because you are taking risk, you never know what kind of quality of sex you are going to get. At least with my line up i already know what to expect each time and it is always good. I think i actually answered my own question though..lol...i do not think i am addicted sex, i just like it a lot!!!

Hygiene IS A MUST.

Okay, so this is simple & I shouldn't have to say this, but HYGIENE IS A MUST! Since when does an young adult DARE believe it is acceptable to not have brushed their teeth, or NOT have washed their face or shower.

I was talking to this guy at school and he was OK looking. I'm not attracted to him, but i mean he was decent enough for me not to mind being caught talking to him. But anyway, we were talking about this book we need for class. As he was talking to me, i almost fainted. It smelled like he had a pound of sour packed in his gums. I immediately took a few steps back and played it off as if i was laughing. After I thought to myself i survived a possibly very fatal murder attempt; i noticed while he was talking it looked like he had cheddar & brie cheese stuck to his teeth. -THIS GUY IS GROSS AS HELL! There is no reason to be in college and not taking care of the basics! If you think that is enough there.. his GIRLFRIEND interrupted this deadly conversation to give him a nasty passionate I-haven't-seen-you-in-months-kiss. At this point, my throat was killing me because it was raw from me throwing up in my mouth like 4 times and then trying to suppress it.

++ I CONFESS: It is unacceptable for any human being with access to utilities, not to use them. His breath was so bad, i was instantly pist me off as if someone hit me and caused a terrible car accident. AS the girlfriend, you should want your boyfriend to be top notch no matter what, so why would she allow this gentleman to kiss her in the mouth like this. If this is the first time I've noticed I'm sure she's noticed plenty times before. Kissing him, made her just as gross and that's not cute.

OR..

What if you are the girlfriend, and you notice your boyfriend isn't being as hygienic as possible? How do you acknowledge this nasty issue? How do you demand change?

Yeah, Your Pretty But... What Do You Really Look Like?

My disclaimer for this entry is: I'm all for a high self-esteem, so whatever it takes for you to look good, I support it. Like TLC expressed in Unpretty.

You can buy your hair if it wont grow
You can fix your nose if he says so
You can buy all the make-up that mac can make
But if you cant look inside you
Find out who am i, too
Be in a position to make me feel so damn unpretty.

In today's society, I'm noticing that more women are concealing their true beauty with artificial imported products, especially my African descent queens. Instead of admiring naturally beautiful women, they're choosing to follow a video vixens footsteps. Typical vixens are basked in flawlessly done Mac Makeup, Grade A 'Yaki' (weave), and other tweaks are among the process of creating the look of the "perfect woman" or every man's "dream girl. But creating that look is not only temporary but it takes a lot of time, it requires the help of a professional stylist and make-up artist. If a woman can accomplish the look of a video vixen on her own then I applaud that. But, this shouldn't be an every day look. Maybe on a night out with your girls, you want to look like you just stepped off a runway. But is that process really necessary for your 8 a.m. class? Seriously, who are you trying to impress that bad? And what bothers me the most is the fact that these females are the ones who call themselves the "baddest", the most conceited of the bunch.

I don't know if they've gotten the memo but men love a naturally beautiful woman. One who they can run their fingers through their hair and not having to worry about his finger nail getting caught into your glued in tracks. Or one who they cuddle with and not have to worry about your eyeshadow or concealer getting onto his shirt. Long hair does not equal beauty. Concealer does not equal flawless skin. Instead purchasing that girl's hair from New Delhi, why not try a new look with your natural hair? Get a new cut, add some color, allow your hair to BREATHE and it will grow! And please, please, stop applying gel to your hairline to smooth down your naturally curly hair so it will look like your Yaki. In a few years your hairline will look like this. Sorry Naomi but that's unacceptable. And instead of applying all that concealer that's clogging your pores, and most likely isn't the right hue of your skin, invest in Proactive. Don't hide your flaws, work on improving them! When you find the man of the dreams, he might love you for who you are but will you love yourself? Your going to be waking up to him every morning, flaws and all, you should feel the most beautiful in the morning, I know I do.

Ladies, love your true self. We come in different shapes, sizes, skin tones, hair textures but our commonality is we all have flaws. Don't let any outside forces depict what you should look like, be who you want to be but think long-term.

Another Spike Lee (SEX) Joint.

So i hate to keep talking about sex, but i mean DUH.. if guys think about it all the time, I'll talk about it; its one more step over guys. ANYHOW..

Remember when you used to have sex and the objective was for both parties to climax and be pleasured? WHAT HAPPENED TO THAT RULE?! I thought it was common law, unwritten rule, that sex isn't sex without orgasms. A guy should not only have fun and pleasure doing what he's doing =) but shouldn't he be having fun for the long term goal; of making the girl climax?

The sex i had last night, was like doing homework at the library. It was so uniform and uninteresting and NOT spontaneous at all, it seemed like what i would call married sex.

1. Assume the position
2. Pretend to Enjoy
3. Think random thoughts
   
4. Say it was good
5. Sit-up bored and even more un-intersted.

"Damn homie, i know that you thought you were putting in work, and i know that you thought we would go for round 1.5, but realistically.. my car engine is still hot & i'd love to make it home before it cools off..."

I just want to know WHY guys are so selfish. It makes you look stupid when you walk around thinking, yeah i just got mines, while on the bunnies are back on the ranch talking about your poor performance and lack of interesting dick.

++i CONFESS: I think there should be a written law that states, "Both parties must showingly climax before sex is considered over. Any male that fails to perform up to par shall be banish to a Amish Community for shunning and 5 years of isolation".

ooooo Girls just wanna have fun

so...i have been encountering more and more people who have been completely stunned by my personality....i don't know why??....i guess my outlook on relationships and sex just aren't the norm for the average female, which i do not mind at all. females are known for catching feelings to quick and can't let go and are longing for relationships..TRUST ME, I AM NOT THAT GIRL. There are no Dr. Phil issues behind my beliefs, this is just me. i believe that it is absolutley absurd to think that one person would want to stay with another person "til death do they part" or even more importantly just have sex with one person "as long as they both shall live". i believe that a woman should be able to participate in as much meaningless sex as men do, without the stigma that she is now any less of a woman. the connotation between females and purity is not one that we asked for. we are as much; if not more sexually charged then men. so what would give anybody the idea that we would want to stay exclusive with one partner???...now this is a crazy world we live in and there are several risks involved with having sex, but that risk is there whether you are having sex with one partner or many partners. that is why i fully support and only condone SAFE and PROTECTED SEX, by way of condoms, dental dam, birth control etc...in these regards i believe non monogamous sex is the best. why limit your self to one person when the act of sex will be the same regardless?. if i had sex with one guy four days in a row and then turned around the next week and had sex with a different guy each day for 4 days, what would be the difference? isn't the essential act of the actual sex what matters?..and even more importantly why should it matter?...any 2 or more SELF CONSENTING ADULTS, should be able to have sex with whom they want, how they want and they should not be judged for it. men get this luxury. in fact it seems the more women they have sex with, the more manly they seem to be. women on the other hand are degraded in every way, no matter the circumstances the man is always the lesser of the two evils.. Take porn for example..the titles always contain "hoe", "slut" and things of that nature..who do they put on the covers of these movies?...the women!...who sells the movies?...the women!..but these men who are in these same movies, equally participating are just considered props...i don't get it. now don't get me wrong, it certainly takes 2 to tango; so a woman cannot be degraded in one of these movies without her prior consent. however; what i am saying is that clearly that ALL RULES SHOULD APPLY FOR BOTH SEXES. the women in that industry sign up for that lifestyle, but what about the women in the real world such as myself?..am i a "hoe" and a "slut" for participating in sex like males do?..why is it always the women that are "getting used"?..as if we don't get anyting out of the sex, maybe we are using them for our own sexual pleasure!...wow there's a thought...i think that the underlying issue is that society is scared...they are scared because to know that females can operate like males...if not better, they know we will be unstoppable!...we are already smart, pretty, and have something coveted that make guys come to us. we get to be selective in a limitless market!..i mean really though lets get out of the stereotypes from the 1950's, where it was almost illegal for a woman to wear pants and hop back into 2009...i mean MY PRESIDENT BLACK!!!!..clearly times have changed!

"Girls have a button and boys have a pole and wicked touching takes its toll!"

So I kissed someone I thought I wouldn't even get close enough to hug, & it was shockingly amazing. ETHAN* and I were the kind of people that knew each other, said hi and occasionally stood around each other for a couple rounds of jokes by the cafe in high school. Everything was strictly platonic, and if I noticed him twenty-seven times in a month, it still felt like the first time. I was minding my business, (patrolling on FB) and ETHAN* FB IM'd me. It felt like genuine small talk, but i was suspicious anyway, because boys only hit you when they want something. To my surprise, ETHAN* got straight to the point, wasn't disrespectful and everything as simple as possible. ..he was definitely speaking my language.

We chilled and it was just talking; talking for hours. We chilled again and that's when he asked me for a kiss. I sat in silence and was trying to weigh the pros and cons. There were definitely more cons, but what the hell, i had to throw him 2 points for courage. I hesitantly said yes, and childishly put my hands over my eyes. Next thing i knew... my hands dropped from my eyes, that were closed with a kaleidoscope of red, pink, hearts and fireworks. When i opened my eyes, our bodies we much closer than they started and for once, i didn't have to tame wild hands. When It was finally over, all i could say was damn. lol, DAMN! I sat in my car, confused, shocked like hell, and slightly turned on.

++ I CONFESS: Unlike the previous post, I am happy this happened. I don't regret it at all and it just made me realize that sometimes you do have to stop looking and let things find you.

OOpz I fucked my bestfriend

One of the sweetest girls I've ever met. We met freshman yr in high school, she was the best friend of my brothers girl at the time. She'll spent the nights at my house often, and never in a billion years even touching her like that would pass my mind. She was a virgin at the time, mad pretty, one of those girls that just had something about them that seemed out of my reach honestly. He family was unstable, so she'll always end up moving or fighting with them, she just had a lot of drama in her life but she was always there for me, and I was always there for her she called me her best friend and she was mines. I knew all her secrets, she knew mines I became very protective I felt like she was too good for any guy. Two years into our friendship I was forced to move to another state. Over that time we kept in touch she wrote me a couple of times and so did I, I still have her letters till this day. She also ended up moving to a different state and we always talked about going to college together and maintaining our friendship. Unfortunately things didn't happen like that I ended up moving back to our original town and finished high school there and she ended up going to school somewhere else. So here I am now 3 yrs into college It has been almost 6 years since I last seen her and at a local club in our town on a Saturday night i feel a tap on my shoulder and there she is all grown up, gorgeous as usual waiting to give me a hug and I hugged her like there was no tomorrow we kissed on the cheek seemed like we never lost touch. We kicked it all night, I was so happy to see her and so was she. Later that night we ended up leaving that club, and we hit another spot. Over there it just seemed so weird she was dancing very flirty, started kissing me on my neck. Im still thinking to myself damn she is still this innocent girl that I pretty much hold very dearly over all this time, and that's when she kissed my lips. I was shocked it was the weirdest feeling ever. But who I'm I to not kiss her back lmao so here I am on the dance floor kissing who I called my best friend, feeling all up on her SOOO WIERD now that I think back on it. We decided to leave the club both feeling nice the liquor was def flowing maybe that did it lol i don't know. We get to my crib start kissing and here I am "FUCKING MY BEST FRIEND". Well we ended up fuckin all night lol it was funny, it was good but now that i think about it I wish i never did. I no longer see her as my best friend or as the innocent girl that I protected so much. I would of preferred for things to be like they were when we were younger. Now I hit her up whenever I'm in town and in need of some pussy :( lol

FUCK YOUR EGO

RIP Sir'mone McCaulla & Christopher Gutierrez
RIP Derrion Albert

The two above links are of recent stories that has deeply saddened me. It's a shame that human life is no longer looked at as something precious. Instead everyday I'm hearing of the most senseless crimes. How could a man kill someone in broad daylight and just walk away? How could your emotional tide get so high that you would allow an accidental bump to evolve into a physical altercation? Is it so hard to walk away? As the last post stated, why not use your ego to get you ahead in life. Instead, people are allowing their egos to become malignant tumor. An ego is nothing to die for, everyone has one. Our jail cells are getting more packed and the offenders are getting younger. Fighting gets you no where, it temporarily boosts your ego but its not putting money in your pocket nor towards your college tuition. This YouTube/WorldStar epidemic needs to stop. It is ALL BULLSHIT. These sites encourage all the petty bullshit that's going on in our communities. These are the same sites that host the videos of people getting beat to death yet their memorial and news stories are amongst their 'related videos'. Everyone is so devastated and distraught over what's going on but who's doing something about it?

You look better on Myspace, I like You attitude on FB, and Your Halarious on Twitter

What is going ON that people need to use an internet personality. I feel like everyone is trying to be a graphic designer with all the bejeweled and picnic'd pictures. How will we know when we see you in person when you photoshopped Megan Good's face on your size 14 body? Is it okay, that you have a whole album that looks like a flip book because all you did was move your head a few times and change your hair? I'm on picture 54/79 and you STILL have the same outfit on... who is your photographer ...your stylist? What kills me; CAPTIONS. You have to have that lyric from that song before some one else, or you have to have the most messed up typed captions complimenting yourself on something. There is this person DANIEL*, that has his myspace name tattooed on himself, name-plated jewelery of his myspace name, and this myspace polished swag. If he takes a picture, its for myspace. If you talk to him, its in myspace talk, in fact the one thing he doesn't do, is wear his password on a shirt.

I could be judging him, but when the only thing you do, is tweek your page everyday to fit your mood, or you successful have a pack of myspace haters that you will probably never meet or a billion females trying to own your pictures, it could give you some confidence - but not in the streets.

Myspace should have a catergory, "Break out person of the month". That would go to the person who is undressed the most all of a sudden and has a lot of 'friends' all of a sudden, and is very hip with the myspace talk, all of a sudden.

Facebook is used for self expression. Have you ever noticed that someone had the same sad ass status' for like a week now. Without even asking you know that they're having problems. Facebook is also the newest girlfriend spy kit. DON'T think that you can add that girl you just met at the club the other day, your girl is going to scout her out. && DON't let your girlfriend realize that she has a myspace -its a wrap. Tagging someone was the way to say to the world, "Look, i do cool shit all the time, and here is proof!"

The race between boys and girls to get there accounts noticed, among millions of other is getting out of hand. At one point this social networking sites were for people who knew each other to talk, not to meet a stranger then get kidnapped, raped, marry them, have a child, or any of the extremities that are happening.

++ CONFESS: I'm just noticing that this craze is dying down,BUT to turn into video-chat junkies/whores. Its crazy how the internet changes the way people interact with each other everyday..

SHOUT OUT TO: TOM FROM MYSPACE & THE DEVELOPERS OF FACEBOOK!

In High School You (thought) You was the Man homie.. Fu*k Happen to You?!

Talking with close friends, we talked about what us girls (thought) we wanted in middle school boys. This conversation made me think about someone in particular and wonder, "what happen?, where did they go wrong?". Everyone grew up together basically, so i think it was an even playing field for everyone to get the same opportunities; except for the girls, there weren't enough cute boys. All the 'bangin' boys hung out with each other as if they knew they were the exclusive crew. But i'm going at CHARLES* this post. Charles* was not so attractive in middle school, but because he had the height, that was better than having a personality. Finally we got to high school and thats when CHARLES* and the exclusive crew really started to bloom into some fine young men. Girls started getting cut throat over these males, dying to cuff one of these boys, to go to the football games wearing their number, or just to take pictures and say that, "thats my boo". CHARLES* had this ego, that deceived most girls, that he would be the best they've ever had; he was part of the exclusive crew -he's suppose to be the best someone should have.
Moving along... Its senior year (finally), and most people are trying to go far and get out for college. But i mean, CHARLES didn't seem so interested in the college hype. In fact it seemed like he wasn't going at at, BUT he did; i think. I guess it doesn't matter, because all that ego and energy that CHARLES* wasted into being the showoff-y kind of guy was muted and (hopefully) humbled back his lack of progress since high school.


Why is it that someone with such an ego, wouldn't want to progress? If you have potential, don't you want to use it? What kind of influence should be or shouldn't be in your life in order to become successful? Is there a lifestyle you have to avoid?

++ I CONFESS: that Charles* had Ciara* since... forever. They both don't do anything and its very sad. In high school, Charles was a pretty funny person if you ask me because it was crazy to see how he could basically get what he wanted when Ciara's* leash wasn't so tight. Charles*, you played yourself by following behind others that don't do anything. I mean, i guess the 'hood' is very influential, but i mean HELLO there were definitely better examples right infront of your eyes.

Nut up or Shut up

Show me, don’t tell me. There is nothing more annoying than a man that rambles on and on about how great he is at sex before you’ve even SEEN the goods. I guess that’s the salesman tactic, advertising before I buy it, I get it, but if I want a motorcycle and get a scooter… NO ,I will not be happy. I desire something I can ride (no pun intended) without having to put in all the work, not something I have to put in extra energy to move slower than I can walk myself. Please, spare me the “you’ll never be the same” speech I don’t want to hear it. Women are all unique, the bitch before me may have loved your sex (or pretended; always an option), but that doesn’t mean I will and it definitely doesn’t mean you’re good at it. A lot goes into sex, so kid’s, do your research. And remember boys, false advertisment is a crime!

Is it Wrong to Treat a Dude like a Bitch?

Dudes get offended when i treat them like bitches like if I have sex with them and its whack, I'm out the door no cuddle. This dude tried so hard to have sex with me but he couldn't even get it up when it came down to the action well what was supposed to be action..when i said "Alright fuck it your loss, your just not as ready for me as you thought you were take me home now i don't have anymore time to waist here when i could be elsewhere", he said "NO!!!! Just lay down with me". I'm like "its 10:00 pm I'm not about to lay down i got moves to make." Once i shut him he finally got it up because he wasn't trying to take me home without fuckin so i thought it would've been something spectacular. Yea right, that it was so whack that I had to say "Yo, stop i don't even feel anything I'm really ready to go." (his pee pee was small, came up short). So he tried to go harder but he wasn't cutting it for me so I finally stopped him then he says "Nah u cant leave yet my mom is still up" (SMH) i said "What!!! You think I give a fuck if your mom is still up? Shit so am i and I'm bout to be out, so put your shit on and take me home I'm not the one getting in trouble i am grown ass woman." he replied, "I'm a grown ass man why are you talking to me like that?" No, your not a grown ass man if you were you wouldn't have to worry about your mommy tripping. He then takes me home, and I gave him a hug so he wouldn't feel too bad. The next morning i get a text from him saying "Yo you really know how to make a dude feel bad, you went in on me last night" LMAO What are you talking about? You did that to yourself...

why cant anybody be real?

IN TODAY'S SOCIETY THE NEW REAL IS THE AUTHENTIC FAKE. MOST PEOPLE WOULDN'T KNOW REAL IF IT SLAPPED THEM IN THE FACE, YOU KNOW WHY? BECAUSE PEOPLE ARE SO USE TO TELLING THE AUTHENTIC LIE WHICH SOUNDS SO REAL TO THEM BECAUSE THEIR SO USE TO LYING AND IT SOOO SOUNDS GOOD THEY DON'T EVEN KNOW THE TRUTH ANYMORE. YEA WELL FUCK THAT WHATS SO HARD ABOUT BEING REAL? LIKE THEM GUCCI/LOUIE SHOES UR ROCKING ARE THEY REAL OR FAKE? THAT NEW GUCCI BELT UR WEARING IS THAT REAL OR FAKE? PEOPLE ARE SO USED TO BEING FAKE BECAUSE THEY CANT AFFORD REAL SHIT UR LIFESTYLE IS FAKE BUT YOUR STILL FLOSSING THAT FAKE SHIT GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE...
YOU GOTTA BE REAL WITH YOURSELF BEFORE YOUR REAL WITH ANYBODY ELSE. SO IF YOUR ALWAYS LYING WHAT DO YOU REALLY BELIEVE? HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT YOURSELF AFTER LYING AND BEING SO DAMN FAKE? WHERE DOES IT END? OR DOES IT? I JUST HAVE TO KNOW WHY PEOPLE LIE SO MUCH? AND LOOK SO EXPENSIVELY FAKE LOL. PEOPLE LIE IN RELATIONSHIPS, PEOPLE LIE IN FRIENDSHIPS, PEOPLE LIE IN EVERYDAY LIFE SO JUST ANSWER MY QUESTIONS GIVE ME SOME FEEDBACK ABOUT THE COUNTERFEIT PEOPLE YOU'VE COME ACROSS IN LIFE..

Keri Hilson -Turning Me Off -W A Y off.

BRANDON* is 6'5, slightly sloppy football player linebacker build, but cute face. I was definitely, trying to get to know him& the smaller him =) ; he's 6'5! enough said. So of course, we broke bread with some Kush & a movie at his place. I have to admit, i have always been a go-getter if i really want something. So lucky for me, he was a go-getter that really wanted something to. I gave him the green light & everything seemed to be going just right. He was kissing all the right spots, touching the right places, taking his time putting in about 97% of the work and everything seemed to heading in the right direction.. until he put it in? All this sweat from humping and pumping, and all I could do.. was lay there, motionless, jaw dropped not saying a word. It was so hard to keep my mind clear when all i could think was.. is he serious? I rolled my eyes, 13 times, consecutively & he was.. D O N E! I look back ( =] yes look back) & not only is the condom wrapper by my sock, but so is the condom.

OK. young female college student, doing her thing now has a racing thought of where the nearest testing center is. After I used my brain rolodex, i LOST MY MIND. Flushing all of his street medicine.. (as angry as i was, it broke my heart to see such beauty do down the toilet), cracking all of his dutches && demanding BRANDON* tell me why he thought it would be a good idea not to use a condom. This time around, BRANDON* was speechless, and it wasn't for just two minutes.

What I didn't notice is that, he had one on. He just couldn't use the magnum i provided because it probably look like a big toe with a shopping bag over it. I almost felt bad for lashing out & going crazy on his stash. But I Come first and was only looking out for myself; the same way he was in the 2 minutes of pumping and pushing.

BRANDON* to this very minute b e g s for my goods.. still a year later & he will never dream about this again.

++ I CONFESS: that BRANDON* you are, on my call reject list. I miss your calls accidentally/on purpose. Don't feel bad that, you aren't alone on that list, but you by far are the first name on the list. I wish you would stop hitting me up. I've done the Heisman on you so much, i DO need a trophy. Please get a grip or a pump.

I SWEAR i just told you i was Gay?!

Its a crazy world out there! Its even crazier for the women who meet men who just don't get it! Many a nights I do what college students should be doing; nothing. But not this night, i decided i would go out with a friend, that i promised i wouldn't go out with anymore -but hey, it was something to do. We hangout with our friends and decide that we would get some food & basically lurk and creep around in various spots. We managed to get our food but only creep in one spot. Little did we know that we were the one being watched! This young man (AKIL*) pulled in the spot next to us, got out the car to get some of OURS fries, asked for my friends (ABBY*) number, hopped back into his car and dipped!

Before the car pulled completely out of my sight, i saw a boy (AARON*) staring H A R D at me. I was an uncomfortable stare and I was hoping i wouldn't have to chill with them anytime soon to find out what that was about. JUST MY LUCK.

GETTING TO THE POINT!

ABBY* & AKIL* started texting immediately. In conclusion and to my despise, we were going to continue this night (that should have ended after we ate) at AKIL's house, with his friend with the laser eyes, AARON*. We get to the house, and Abby & Akil are all loved up coupled up like they've been dating for years, then go 'talk' in the bedroom. I'm sitting on the far couch hoping that i can simply just fall asleep and call it a night, but NOT the case!
I'm spending 20 minutes at a time, fighting AARON* off from stroking my lips, yes my LIPS, with his finger telling me how soft they are. Countless times did i have to move his hands from where they shouldn't be. Finally, i couldn't take it. I was trying to think of any excuse, any at all to make this moron go away.

"I, uh, am tired, stop" ..fail

"You got a boogie?" ..i don't smoke tobacco

"..Your making me uncomfortable, You penis is too close to... I'M F*CKIN GAY!"

I thought that would work. I swore it would. It only led to more questions. Are you really gay? why didn't you tell me that before? -he's right, i should have worn a name tag... wtf? It didn't do anything but motivate him more to pursue Me. Finally, i told him that was the smallest penis i ever did see, and that if i wasn't 'gay' that certainly wouldn't work.

Thats when he stepped off.

Why do men have to sometimes be brutally talked to for them to get the point? Why is it that, No can't just be enough. I only ask, because there are not enough men, and far too many boys. Gentlemen, simply learn to pick up on all hints, direct & indirect.

++ I CONFESS: that i am not gay && that AARON on any other day would have floated my boat, but persistance isn't always a good quality. He didn't have a small d*ck at all, but that narrow thing hanging out by me all uninvited was not cute.

We either fucked, had sex, or made love

All my life I've been the bragger type. One of those guys who take pride in their sex work like I really believe I'm the best if not top 10 in the us, top 20 in the world lol. Its like no matter how good that pussy is, I just wanna do my thing till I feel that I definitely put in enough work to go down as one of the best shes ever had or well.... maybe depending on the girl and only when I think its necessary lol. I say that because some girls I feel like they're not worth my time or effort, let me explain. Over the years my confidence keeps growing after every sex partner I have, and I feel like I'm so good to the point where I know the difference between a girl I fuck, have sex with, or make love to. The time, and effort level differs because there's a big difference in all 3, some girls I like fucking others we have good sex and others we make love. When you're in the "fuck" category I think its just whatever, a nut, a quickie, maybe I called you because I was bored and instead of beating my meat I rather you do it with your vagina lol is that simple so if I nut in 5 minutes Heyyy Sorry but I got mines, so if you're a "fuck" please don't expect me to put in work I'm sorry I'm in a rush and if you tell me it was weak guess what I DONT CARE seriously I dont. Other girls we have sex, I think when we have sex is more of a mutual agreement to satisfy each others. We take the time out, we will make it the best we can, you provide me with your best game and so will I, is like a friendly competition you make sure I get mines and I will make sure you do as well. And then there is the " making love" category doesn't necessarily mean that it has to be better than sex but I think it always beats the "fuck" due to those emotions that actually make it love. Its definitely more emotions attached to it, so I guess the intensity and excitement level evens it out so maybe it wont be as long as the sex but def more than the fuck. But again you can be a good fuck, an even better sex, and a great love or the other way around. But trust I know in what category you fall under before I put my dick in you so please ladies you have to understand exactly in which category you fall under before you give me that pussy.

I should've faked an Asthma Attack

My first few sexual partners were good, well, what I thought at that time was good. I always listened to my comrades stories of terrible sex and thought to myself that I could never be in that predicament. Every sexual partner I had, we had good sex. But I soon learned that no matter how wet, how turned on, or how hard I got his dick, things can still turn into something unsatisfying. I learned in my high school Health class that when erect, a man's penis is an average of 5 inches. My teacher also preached to us that size doesn't matter. My teacher was a bullshitter, because size does matters! I had a long enough relationship where I never experienced an orgasm because his penis wasn't long enough to even tap my G-spot. Time after time, I faked being turned on, practiced some pretty sexy moans but never faked an orgasm. I refused to because I wanted this to motivate him to improve since he couldn't change his size. But the problem with sticking around with unsatisfying penis is, after a while it made me feel like my sex game is weak. I rarely rode him because I felt...nothing. That put a huge damper being that that is one of my favorite positions. I always wondered if he thought that my sex game was weak. Even though he reassured me that my "pussy is good", all women vagina's are created equally, what separates us is knowing how to use it. I later found out that my suspicions were true, he thought he was putting in all the work and I seldom rode him because I didn't know how to. My big ego wanted to crush his little ego with the truth. But I didn't because I'm sure one day someone else will. My lesson to the guys; don't be so sure of yourself if your not seeing climatic results. And my lesson to the ladies; pass if its trash!