Thursday, October 07, 2010

A very short story......

I laid back in my bed, closed my eyes and thought of him. Tall, thick, broad-shoulders, massive chest....body looking like it was dipped in Hershey's chocolate. Just the thought of his lips makes me lick mine. It had been a long time since I'd spoken to him. Our last meeting played through my mind like it was yesterday......

"So did you miss me today?", he asks me looking at me from beneath the longest thickest lashes I've ever seen on a man. This man just radiated masculinity and raw sexuality. He was leaning against the wall in my bed room where he had stood since he walked in the house. My room seemed to shrink the longer he stood there.

"You know I did daddy", I said rubbing myself against his massive chest. Tracing my fingers up and down his stomach. Loving the way his skin rubbed against mine. I looked up at him and said "So you said you had a present for me. What is it?"

He scooped me up into his arms. I loved that about him. I'm no small girl by any means but the fact that he could pick me up and sit me on his forearms effortlessly just made me gush. He looked at me again from beneath those luscious lashes and said, "I wanted to eat some cookies" and then he turned around and leaned me against the wall. He had me straddled across his arms in such a way that all he had to do was stick out his tongue and stroke my clit. And stroke he did. He caressed and teased me until I couldn't stop shaking. Bracing myself against the wall with my hands I could barely withstand the onslaught of his mouth on me. It was like waves crashing over and over until I felt limp. He licked down the crevices in my hips and thighs making sure not to miss a drop while I whimpered from my skin being hypersensitive. He lowered me until he was cradling me in his arm and took me over to my massive king sized bed. He laid me down on my stomach and though I felt like I couldn't possibly feel any better than I did at that moment I knew it was about to get better.

He put on the condom (he fills out a black Magnum quite nicely, by the way) and slowly rubbed his head back and forth against the entrance to my wet warmth. He pushed it in and out a couple of times teasing me with his moves. He reached down and started rubbing my already ultra-sensitive bud with his fingers while slowly, inch-by-inch he entered me. He took a deep breath and plunged. I could feel him in my throat!! He eased back and forth, in and out slowly so my body could adjust to his size. He raked his fingernails lightly up and down my back, making me shiver. Then he began to speed up the tempo. Over and over he rammed into me from behind until I couldn't take it anymore and collapsed to the bed. He kept going. Sweat was pouring off of his shoulders and face onto me. I could feel it trickling down my spine. "You love this dick, don't you? " he said as he slowed down his pace again. All I could do was whimper. By this point he had grabbed my hips and held my ass in the air so he could get to it better. He slowly pulled out, his girth rubbing every wall sending shivers through my body. He reached around to my front and began to caress and tease my nipples. They were rock hard instantly. Then he began to pick up the pace again. In and out. In and out. Harder and harder. I felt something release and I saw stars shoot behind my eyes. At the same moment I heard a deep rumble in his chest as he gritted his teeth through his own orgasm. We shook for a moment together and I collapsed again, this time on his chest as we had both fallen to the bed. Tangled, sweaty, and sated we fell asleep.

I awoke the next morning to a note that read:

I haven't been completely honest with you. You will never see me again. I am leaving today for Paris to get married. I'm sorry for hurting you but I couldn't stand to see the look of pain I know is painted across your face as you read this. Please know that if I could change the way things are I would. I had obligations before I met you that I was never man enough to tell you about. I hope that you don't hate me. You deserve better anyway....Alex


I don't hate him. He gave me the best moments to remember him by. He's who I think about on those nights when I'm feeling lonely and pull out "Ol Trusty". Ladies, you know how it is....


Define a relationship......

So I recently had a friend go through a very unpleasant and disrespectful experience. What do you do when someone you consider just a "friend" pops up at your home unannounced while you are entertaining company???? Let's say said "friend" storms in your house. Walks around slamming doors like they live there. Basically they just show their ass. How did we get to this point???
Let's start with the man-You have a girlfriend (that you live with), you have "groupies" that claim to "love' you because of your job. In your mind your the man! You've got females fighting over you, wanting to be with you. Then you've got this female that you consider a friend. You're close. You can "be yourself" around her. She knows about all the many females in your life. You might sleep together occasionally. You call her your best friend.
Now to the female-You know all of his business. You help him look for a job, fill out applications, etc because the other females he deals with can't or won't. You have him take your car to be serviced. You ask him to drop off a bill payment somewhere while you're at work. You let him use your car. You used to let him stay at your house while you were gone. You let him know you're seeing someone else...sometimes. Though if you're asked you consider yourself to be single. He knows every step you make and with whom as you know his.
Where did the problem come in???? How did you go from being "friends" to contemplating a 50-B? Well my friends it's simple. Though she considered herself single and saw other people her actions portrayed a relationship. Granted it wasn't your "usual" or "typical" relationship but it was a relationship nonetheless. When you spend time with someone regularly there is a very real possibility that one or both parties will start to develop feelings. The issue comes in when you try to remain "friends" instead of cutting ties completely. Going out together, taking trips together, doing things for each other....these things walk the thin line between a simple friendship and a relationship.
We as women have a hard time setting expectations and standards when it comes to the men in our lives. We have an even harder time MAKING the men in our lives live up the our standards and expectations. When you settle for less, that is exactly what you will get. Not making a man live up to your expectations and/or standards leads us to the problem my friend experienced. Her "friend" showed up acting like he was her man causing to her lose a good friend and what could have possibly been a good significant other.
Could this situation have been avoided? My answer is yes. When we as women start to speak our minds, making the men in our lives be men, making sure the live up the standards and expectations set for them we can avoid these situations. Consider this: In the beginning you tell him you don't want anything more than friendship. When he started to develop those feelings that was the time to take a step back and say "Listen I'm not ready for this" or even "I don't want to be in a relationship".
Or a conversation could have been had from the beginning-I like you. I think you're OK. I just want to sleep with you though, because I don't want a relationship right now. (Not that it helps-honestly sex only complicates things more)This definitely could have prevented said man (or woman) from popping up at your house. Please don't think I'm being unfair. There are plenty of good men out there right now miserable because they lowered their standards or expectations of the woman in their lives. This is not a gender specific problem.
Men and women both have problems discerning when to allow someone to continue being in their lives. I've seen both men and women stay in toxic relationships because it was "comfortable" or "familiar" or maybe because they had been so mentally abused they actually believed it when the other person said "No one will want you but me". Everyone is not meant to be in your life forever. We've all seen the chain email that speaks of people being in your life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. Most of the people we interact with are seasonal friends or reason friends. They came into your life for a reason-to help you learn some type of lesson. Seasonal friends are just that-seasonal. We need to learn when to let these people go. Lifetime friends don't come along all that often so if you have one and can recognize them as such, hold onto them!! Those are the friends we call angels. As Pastor Williams says, stop trying to hold onto something that God has not ordained for you! Speaking from my experiences I can say it only brings heartache.
So who was right and who was wrong? This is one of those situations where you can't really place blame. Yeah some people might say that he was wrong for just popping up like that (he was) but at the same time she was wrong for continuing to feed into the "friendship". If he had been a real man he wouldn't have cared who was at her house because it's not his concern. His girlfriend should be his concern. If she had been more honest with either guy(the one who popped up or the good friend she lost) the situation might have turned out differently. He might not have popped up. Her friend may have understood the situation better. But life is not lived on maybes, should'ves, or would'ves. So my friends learn from this lesson. Be honest up front with anyone you think you may interested in romantically. Let then know what you will accept and what you won't accept and stick to it!! Above all that, be honest with yourself. After all, lying to yourself doesn't help in any way. Learn when to walk away (even if it hurts). Learn when to speak up. Who knows what could happen the next time? I don't want to see any of my friends, loved ones, or enemies on the news over a situation like this.
Peace and love.