Morocco meets the city .. Come join in this Thursday ..an amazing ambiance with the finest people in the city. Great drinks and headlining people, I can't forget to mention Free entry and also free hookah with your booth.
1701 Executive Cigar Bar & Lounge
140 Cadillac Sq Downtown Detroit
I am Ava. Detroit's Dreamgirl, self proclaimed but, whatever. I say the things that most people are afraid to say and do the the things most people never even think of. Don't forget to check me out on twitter! @TheAvaShow Video Blogs coming soon!!!..
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
Monday, August 20, 2012
Temptation vs. Strength
Have you ever thought about what temptation is? It's not nice things, Temptation is not just wanting something you can't have... Temptation is the thirst and the desire for something that seems to majestically call your name and can even make you feel like nothing else matters. Temptation is an appetite. But strength, real strength is resisting temptation. Obedience allows you to recognize what you may possibly be losing or sacrificing when you give in to temptation. Yes, it's true, fear can keep you on the straight and narrow also but I think strength is more rewarding.
Friday, July 27, 2012
Blast From The Past: case of the Ex
Seems like there should be like a "street code" court for these types of things. How do you handle those ex's who are cool with your family, even after the break up? You know the one you met through a family member and way after the relationship has ended they still come around. Well it may not bother you as much if you don't still have feelings, as a matter of fact you might even get over it and pay them NO attention... But what about your "Next"? When I say "Next" I'm referring to the new boo who is after the Ex. How does that person handle this situation? It's got to be uncomfortable for them. My advice, tho every relationship is different, is to stay away from it. If everyone isn't comfortable and if you can't control whether or not the ex comes around, let you partner know. That way the two of you can decide if that's a function you'd want to go to.
Thursday, July 26, 2012
Sunday, July 15, 2012
Don't be stupid ALWAYS!
Sometimes we go through things and work for things and in the end all we gain is knowledge and experience. Well, there's a good reason for that. Experience and knowledge together make Wisdom. Wisdom is to do what you couldn't do before, to make your next plan better than the last and wisdom is meant to be shared. Think twice before you "travel down that same road"... that road that led you to say "man, I shoulda neva..." When you think about it our biggest set backs come from trying the same thing the sane way we failed before. Never stop trying but never stop learning, remembering and growing wiser.
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
Gotta Have Standards!
Some people may be ok with taking what they can get and accepting more than they should but for those of you who don't... we're on the same page. In love and relationships there is always compromise, otherwise there won't be a relationship. But there is a zigzag line between compromising and settling. You see financial "standards" are a little more difficult to some people but I'll map it out for you. You can't realistically tell a man or woman that they have to be able to supply a lavish lifestyle that you've never even experienced. I mean, you can but seriously theres a name for people who do... GOLD DIGGER!!! So it's safe to say someone who works as hard as you do or can match you is a fair standard. True, everyone falls on hard times, so take that into consideration but remember to count the days too. It is so easy to be taken advantage of. But money is not the only standard you have to set. You still have to think about the respect factor.. the "do's and don'ts". Attention, may not be for all people, but to a lot of us Attention is a big factor; time, energy and the company of your companion can make or break a relationship. Now it's unfair to demand a 24/7 schedule but it's only fair to make it a priority. Physical presentation means a lot and it should mean a lot to both of you. You don't want to walk in the restaurant looking like you just tore down the mall while your "boo" still looks like last nights after hour hang over. When you know he's gonna be fly MATCH HIS FLY! Ladies, don't come out looking like a hoodrat and wonder why some other woman is trying to snatch up your neat, clean, tapered man. The standards you set say a lot about you; not only what you have done and seen but they reflect what you think of yourself. And regardless of how anyone tries to make it seem, you deserve to have those things, you deserve to have certain things you deserve to be happy. Don't settle because someone else is slacking.
Friday, June 1, 2012
Thursday, May 24, 2012
Movement: Electronic Music Festival
Hart Plaza, Downtown Detroit
Sat. May 26- 28, 2012
If you don't know, the annual Electronic Festival is one of the most anticipated events of the year. Not just Detroiters, Americans, but people from all over the world travel to downtown Detroit to enjoy the music, the lights, the people... the SHOW!!! Claude Vonstroke is DJing this year, along with Major Lazer, SBTRKT, DJ AvA, DJ Psycho, Derrick Carter, Project 313, Tiger and Woods, Wolf + Lamb just to name a few of the amazing DJ's and artists who will be performing.
Check out the OFFICIAL After Parties here!!!
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Signs That You're Not "Together"
It's been a while since I've posted... sorry.. but I'm back.
Any who, over the past few weeks I've noticed an abundance of people who didn't realize that they were in love alone. Sounds crazy but it's more common than you think. Most of the time it's women, duh, but believe me men do it too. That "boyfriend" who introduces you as "your name" or that "girlfriend" who replies.. " why do you even care?" when you ask her something simple. She is implying that it's not your business because she ain't your girl. If he reminds you on a regular that you'll "be together soon" that means you're not together now. A sign that she is not your girl, she has no problem talking to you about another guy, now, she may not be rude and extremely direct but if she says "If this nxgga don't quit calling me!" or "I'll call him later" thats a sign homie. When his boys come around and he doesn't care about them looking at you, making comments or trying to "get on" he definitely isn't showing that you're his woman (and be careful, you might be there for a gang bang that you don't know about). I mean, guy, we have to be real with ourselves here. There are enough people quick and willing to lie to you, don't be one of them!
Any who, over the past few weeks I've noticed an abundance of people who didn't realize that they were in love alone. Sounds crazy but it's more common than you think. Most of the time it's women, duh, but believe me men do it too. That "boyfriend" who introduces you as "your name" or that "girlfriend" who replies.. " why do you even care?" when you ask her something simple. She is implying that it's not your business because she ain't your girl. If he reminds you on a regular that you'll "be together soon" that means you're not together now. A sign that she is not your girl, she has no problem talking to you about another guy, now, she may not be rude and extremely direct but if she says "If this nxgga don't quit calling me!" or "I'll call him later" thats a sign homie. When his boys come around and he doesn't care about them looking at you, making comments or trying to "get on" he definitely isn't showing that you're his woman (and be careful, you might be there for a gang bang that you don't know about). I mean, guy, we have to be real with ourselves here. There are enough people quick and willing to lie to you, don't be one of them!
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Thursday, April 19, 2012
Don't be sorry, DO RIGHT!
"I'm sorry"
…So over used and undervalued. How many times have you had someone tell you I'm sorry for something you have forgiven them for time and time again? Well after so long "I'm sorry" is just like saying "I'm gonna do it again, you know?" It's a slap in the face. I tweeted yesterday. "I'm sorry is like a band-aid on a bullet hole, change is what heals the wound" If you constantly apologize for something, even if it's something different from last time, the point is you knew you were wrong when you did it. (Sorry- wretched, poor, useless, or pitiful) Are you pitiful? Are you useless....? Starts to look that way after a while... These days "sorry" has become a pacifier; what people give you to get you to shut the hell up! The best thing to do when you think someone want to hear you say I'm sorry, don't say anything. If they accept it they do, if not then they don't. Often times in relationships people find it easier to deal with a situation by accepting the fault. But what if you don't really think you're wrong? What if you really aren't wrong? Small things, petty things where the glory isn't worth the battle... fine, Let It Go but what about the chain of events afterwards. If you admit to being wrong and carry on about how sorry you are and in reality you feel like you were perfectly justified, what happens when you do it again? We don't look at the end result and the effect those two small words can have on the future. Trust can be ruined just by those simple words. My advice just don't say I'm sorry if you don't mean it.
…So over used and undervalued. How many times have you had someone tell you I'm sorry for something you have forgiven them for time and time again? Well after so long "I'm sorry" is just like saying "I'm gonna do it again, you know?" It's a slap in the face. I tweeted yesterday. "I'm sorry is like a band-aid on a bullet hole, change is what heals the wound" If you constantly apologize for something, even if it's something different from last time, the point is you knew you were wrong when you did it. (Sorry- wretched, poor, useless, or pitiful) Are you pitiful? Are you useless....? Starts to look that way after a while... These days "sorry" has become a pacifier; what people give you to get you to shut the hell up! The best thing to do when you think someone want to hear you say I'm sorry, don't say anything. If they accept it they do, if not then they don't. Often times in relationships people find it easier to deal with a situation by accepting the fault. But what if you don't really think you're wrong? What if you really aren't wrong? Small things, petty things where the glory isn't worth the battle... fine, Let It Go but what about the chain of events afterwards. If you admit to being wrong and carry on about how sorry you are and in reality you feel like you were perfectly justified, what happens when you do it again? We don't look at the end result and the effect those two small words can have on the future. Trust can be ruined just by those simple words. My advice just don't say I'm sorry if you don't mean it.
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
Fear
We, as human beings, usually are driven by anger which is driven by frustration, which is caused by fear. The fear of "Not Knowing". We fear what we don't know and don't understand. Just think about it. You're probably a lot happier when you know the outcome of something, I know I am. When I know that at the end of the week I'll be paid for my work and effort... I'm I much more pleasant person. When you know your car will be out of the shop in 3 days you're relieved. When you know that as soon as you get home that special someone who you love is going to greet you with open arms.... It's a much better feeing and everything else doesn't matter as much. But the truth is we aren't made to know and understand EVERYTHING. Sometimes you have to roll with the flow, do your best, and expect the unexpected! Not all things that are invisible are bad. It's a simple thing called "Faith" that beats fear, every time. So before you react ask yourself "is it because I know the outcome or because I'm afraid that I don't." Don't live in fear, that's actually not living at all.
- "Courage is not the absense of fear. Courage is moving onward in spite of your fears" -Kerry Shook
- "Courage is not the absense of fear. Courage is moving onward in spite of your fears" -Kerry Shook
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
Monday, April 9, 2012
Looking for Love with a Broken Heart
Please, please, please don't fall in love while you have a broken heart. Your judgment is impaired and your emotions are unstable. Some people say the best way to get over one is to find another... LIES! Think about it; you are so beaten inside that anything someone does right is over glorified and may not really be that critical. Say your ex never paid you enough attention and this new boo always calls and always texts.. you might be looking through the fact that this mofo is crazy as hell and when they say "where you at?" it's really not a cute joke.. they want to know longitude and latitude. People often times take advantage of the weak and wounded. Don't be a fool. The crazy thing is sometimes we don't even notice we're taking other people for granted. We can all be selfish at times: Human Nature. Then you blame yourself. But the worst thing is when you move on and you weren't ready and that old love returns and you become the bottom point of a "Love Triangle". You put yourself in that position. All these women running around saying they are in love with two men. NO! you have a love for one but being in love with a person mean that there are feelings that completely evade the possibility of being completely captivated, dedicated and loyal to another. A broken heart is not like a bone or a toy it is not easily healed and not only does it not ever heal the same but it has an impact on you physically and mentally. So my advice is to never fall in love while living on the pulse of a broken heart.
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
The Monkey Wrench
There is almost always someone who wants to throw a monkey wrench in a "good thing". Those people who want to see how bad they can screw up something. But the whole point of the monkey wrench analogy is they want to do it from afar and not make it seem like it's their fault. But it is. You see it's really simple, you give someone a stick and they turn it into a forest fire and let it go up in flames. but youuuu gave them the stick, so you have to take a piece of the blame. The point is there are always haters but some people are better at it than others. Find yourself trusting people who haven't earned your trust. Don't be a fool. People will tell you their behind you and they got your back but what are they doing back there... certainly aren't pushing you forward and definitely aren't defending you. "People who are 'supposed' to have your back have the best advantage in stabbing you in it." Becareful who you trust. There is almost always someone who wants to throw a monkey wrench in a "good thing".
In the words of Blade Icewood "Friends ain't really friend, just some cul ass nxggas" RIP Blade
In the words of Blade Icewood "Friends ain't really friend, just some cul ass nxggas" RIP Blade
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Thought Of The Day
"Give credit when it is due but don't ever give credit where it is not deserved."
Monday, March 19, 2012
Trick Trick ft. Diezel The Hit Man "The Price Is Right" (The Official Video)
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Seduction: Ooooh How Sweet It Is
"Seduction is the process of deliberately enticing a person to engage"
Funny, the origin of the word is Latin, which means "To Lead Astray". Boy oh boy, the art of seduction. Passion, lust, intimacy, temptation. You know that angry, forceful kiss against the lips to distract them from the situation at hand or the petty argument. To distract someone with a gesture or action that is in a different mode from that which they are in. Like that slow kiss against the lips that drags on as you pull away softly to demand eye contact as you stare with slightly opened lids blinking none to slowly as is if you are a dream..... (yea, that's seduction*lol) Try appealing to the senses. To open up one's sense of smell is like 'clearing the path'. You notice how when you smell a fresh perfume or Cologne and it kinda makes it easier for you to breathe? Well that's exactly what I mean. It keeps your partner focused, it's like a "call for attention" and the best thing about the sense of smell, it always becomes relative. Every time he or she smells that scent it's an
"ON" switch for the "Chitty-Bang-Bang"
"ON" switch for the "Chitty-Bang-Bang"
Lets not forget touch. I know you have to touch to set it off but I mean touch... feel... tingles, tingles always get the body going. The soft graze against the back of the neck with your fingertips to the gentle blow on the lower back. Bet that gets a tingle, or there’s always massage oils. Hot and cold, though, are the most commonly used methods of seduction in the feel category. Use an ice cube, melted chocolate, hot oil. Find the warmest place on a person's body, rub an ice cube on there then wipe the water away, kiss that same spot and gently lick it to get the warm sensation back. (guaranteed knee trembler) And break the silence, you don't have to scream and shout all the time. A simple kiss on the earlobe and a whisper to ask "Are you ready?" should do the trick. Now these are not tips to use on your hoes and you “side thangs”, but the person who you want to keep interested, the one you love. The secret to a healthy sexual relationship is chemistry and the secret to chemistry is passion and romance. Try them out next time. And once you lay out those soft sheets and set out an excessive number of pillows on the bed, spray the sheets, set some grapes by the bed, a bucket of ice, some warm honey milk, couple of flowers and put on something they've never seen you in..... Seduction... oooooh how sweet it is... ;]
Friday, March 16, 2012
One Time For The Haters!
As much as we could snap our fingers and make all the haters disappear... we can't. And we have to take a moment to realize why we have haters. Now I'm not talking about everybody who talks about you, some of us need to be talked about. Not every bit of criticism is hating. Like they say "You doin' something wrong if ain't nobody hatin' on you". That's usually true. No matter how successful you are or how much you try to please other people there is still going to be those who wish bad on your progress and just harp on your follies, typically those unhappy people. Makes me wonder "How do you have time to worry about me when NONE of your shxt is in order?" But that's just it, these silly people out here are trying so hard to avoid their issues that they occupy themselves with your comings and goings. Me, myself, I can't stand a nosey broad and I can't stand a mess lil' boy. Type of people who will investigate you from afar because they don't have the audacity to ask you about your personal business. Don't get caught up in the bullshxt. If someone wants to question you about somebody else tell them, simply "ask him" or "you should ask her". Stay out of it because haters are like lent balls; they make everything they touch look like a hot mess. Another thing, don't be mistaken, Haters come in all different sizes, colors, ages and genders. Not everyone around you deserves to be in your circle. I don't care if y'all have the same blood, same work place, same uncle, or same name... they are baggage that you don't even have to pick up and carry. Believe me they'll follow on their own. So do your best, be your best a fxck a hater. And since you need love and attention so bad...:PAUSE: "One Time For The Haters"
Monday, March 12, 2012
Listen to Trick Trick f. Diezel: "The Price Is Right"
Listen to Trick Trick f. Diezel
Detroit's Own, Detroit's Finest.. Keep it world wide....No introduction needed!!!
Detroit's Own, Detroit's Finest.. Keep it world wide....No introduction needed!!!
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Try Trust For A Change
You have to trust your man, you have to trust your woman. Point blank. Period. Everyone has been hurt, I'm sure, and everyone has been used, mistreated and neglected. But the thing about that is you have to keep living and keep loving. Now, shame on you if you don't learn from your mistakes and make more careful decisions based on your experiences but whats the point of getting involved with someone else if you're going to treat them like they're your ex. Now remember this advice and my opinions, in this blog, are for people in love and looking for love because those of you who are out here smelling yourself, this ain't for you. Anyway, Not everyone wants to string you along, not everyone wants to be with six people at a time. You know, it's easier to believe in your man or your woman's motives if you know yours are correct. I trust him because I know that there are still people walking this earth who don't sleep around, simply because I know I don't. Love still exists. There are still people who believe in marriage. It is so easy to push someone away by making accusations and false judgments based on your own insecurities. Stop telling him you know he "ain't shxt", stop telling her you "knew she was a ho" every time you are in an argument. You have to step out on faith. Love whole heartedly. It is a a lot easier, especially for men, to try being serious when they see a woman is serious. Show him you are not like every other female, unless you just are. And for the men, confirm your situation. Don't flip out every time she asks where you are. Don't forget to call her when you get home or when you're going to be out a little longer than expected. It's called "nip it in the bud". It's not possible to be perfect but it's not hard to make an effort. So try Trust for a change.
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
Reese & J: Sex in Crazy Places Pt3
Please note this is reading for the mature 18+...also you want to check out part 1 and 2 before jumping in at part 3 Reese & J: Sex in Crazy Places Pt 2
"aww" he let of a small gasp of sound that he could no longer withhold.
And the only reply you could hear from her was the sound of that sloppy spit and slurping, she knew how to handle a stick. What can you say, "the girl is good with her brain". The things that Reese would do that no woman in J's promiscuous past had known how to do made her even more attractive. As a matter of fact she love doing a good job. It made her wet just to know that he was enjoying every single moment.
J started shaking and trembling so Reese asked,
"Do you wanna cum?"
"mmm" J moaned biting his lip.
"better yet, where you wanna cum?"
"Ooh Baby. Don't ask me that"
"I'ma cum with you" her last word right before she drove his dick all the way into the back of her throat like a big car in a small garage.
pulsating her tonsils and swirling her tongue at the same time, while teasing at his family jewels with her thumbs.......!
"Ohhhh!!!" J hollered like his team just won the NBA championship after double overtime!
"mmmmmm" Reese moaned as she came with him, he in her mouth and her on her thighs… legs and the floor.... needless to say, there was a lot of moisture.
As she stood up, she pulled his shorts up with her, buckling his pants and belt. She leaned back, hit the STOP button on the elevator to regain movement, then she tilted her head away from the camera as she heard the guy on the speaker "is everything alright in there? Can anyone hear me?"
*ding* 24th floor... J led the way, holding Reese's hand as they continued to their suite...
"aww" he let of a small gasp of sound that he could no longer withhold.
And the only reply you could hear from her was the sound of that sloppy spit and slurping, she knew how to handle a stick. What can you say, "the girl is good with her brain". The things that Reese would do that no woman in J's promiscuous past had known how to do made her even more attractive. As a matter of fact she love doing a good job. It made her wet just to know that he was enjoying every single moment.
J started shaking and trembling so Reese asked,
"Do you wanna cum?"
"mmm" J moaned biting his lip.
"better yet, where you wanna cum?"
"Ooh Baby. Don't ask me that"
"I'ma cum with you" her last word right before she drove his dick all the way into the back of her throat like a big car in a small garage.
pulsating her tonsils and swirling her tongue at the same time, while teasing at his family jewels with her thumbs.......!
"Ohhhh!!!" J hollered like his team just won the NBA championship after double overtime!
"mmmmmm" Reese moaned as she came with him, he in her mouth and her on her thighs… legs and the floor.... needless to say, there was a lot of moisture.
As she stood up, she pulled his shorts up with her, buckling his pants and belt. She leaned back, hit the STOP button on the elevator to regain movement, then she tilted her head away from the camera as she heard the guy on the speaker "is everything alright in there? Can anyone hear me?"
*ding* 24th floor... J led the way, holding Reese's hand as they continued to their suite...
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Monday, March 5, 2012
Thought of The Day
"Shame on he who turns his head. Shame on them who point their finger. But DAMN those who turn their heads and point their fingers."
Quote me!
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Pump Fakin' Ass Detroiters!
If you are afraid of the truth and unprepared for the realness that I speak then you should not proceed. Now, I am obviously a Detroiter, but that is not the only reason I ride for my city. The fact that I am Loyal is what makes me continue on the way I do. There are Millions of people from here and living here in Detroit and plenty of you could give a Rats Ass about what is going on. Ok, we all know about the violence, the crime, and the disrupted politics but there’s more to be said and more things that need to cease. This is the home of the Automobile and the home of music, but just because they developed that title back then does not give us the right to expect gratitude and automatic recognition. (I'm going to get back to the music in an upcoming Blog) anyway... A lot of you people have failed to realize the need for value. Such followers! It's only cool on Twitter. Seriously when are you going to start thinking for you? I am tired of seeing people talk about what they want to do and what they are capable of when in reality the substances of which they are speaking are irrelevant. So what you pop bottles and eat Sushi in the suburbs. So what you have the most friends on Facebook. What are you going to do with that? Stand up, if not for anyone else at least for yourself. Living in a tainted world where everyone wants to be on top, that’s fine but consider whether or not you're stepping on those on the bottom. "I'm gettin out the hood", "I wanna move somewhere else" that's cul. But if Detroit made you, give back. Often times vendors and celebrities from other places come to Detroit, set up shop, make money and dip. They take it right back home and take pictures of their rewards for you to look at and desire. Causing you to want to kill for the things YOU helped them GET. Where is the sense in that? Don't mistake what I'm saying as hating or discouraging the success of anyone but look around you. There is talent in Detroit; there are people in the city worth the try. And the people who are praised, usually half-ass give a damn about you. You want respect, you want a following, you want privileges... earn them! Yes! I said it. How is it that Jeezy and Wayne sell out shows at Chene Park, Fox theatre, etc. 3 times a year but our own celebrities (yea I said celebrities not hood stars) can't sell out the damn Art Theatre? You don't respect your DJ's, Artists, Designers, Writers, Entrepreneurs. I have personally been out of town and seen some of the most underrated people go to bat for us! Recognize them appreciate them... us! I for one am sick of these Pump Fakin’ Ass Detroiters!
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Friday, March 2, 2012
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
No Average Fairy Tale: The Prince and the Cougar
Tall and so far beyond sexy, Desmond stood a good 6'2" nice, smooth, soft caramel skin, low fade, a 5 o'clock shadow that looked like each strand of hair was selectively placed onto his face. He had a wingspan of an NBA player and a chest like a NFL quarterback. His teeth look like they were carved out of white ceramic by God himself! You could call this man "Picture Perfect". At the age of 24 Desmond had been a lot of places and seen a lot of things, provided in parts by his successful father and then by his own success... in the streets. He never had to touch a thing tho, he just made the calls. Did pretty well for himself, born and raised in Detroit. No kids, nice loft downtown and he was known... everywhere, every event, every state... everywhere. Most guys hated him because they wanted to be him and hated them because their chicks wanted to be with him. But he wasn't the 'beefing' type tho, rarely got mad, too smoove for that and the only time you'd hear him raise his voice was when he had been indulging in the festivities and decided to yell "aaaaaye!!!" over the crowd in the club. Needless to say the ladies LOVED him.. and when I say love I mean looooved him. But not just the ladies, it was the ladies, the hood rats, the gold diggers, the good girls, strippers, wives, bad b*txhes and the invisible girls too. When he walked into a room girls checked their lipstick and made sure the ass was sitting up right. His sex roster was kind of a mix between Jay-Z "Girls, Girls, Girls", DMX's "What These B*tches Want" and a little bit of Ludacris' "Area Codes". It was hard to impress him. No "main" and no regular girlfriend (whatever that means these days).
"Whassup Krystal?"
"Hey Des" with the biggest grin on her face.
You see it wasn't like he hadn't hit that before... but it was an honor to be chosen again, I guess.
Friday night, skirts are short, diamonds on high-shine, bottle on ice, and the music on BANG! Hood stars. Celebrities, socialites and wannabes, typical Downtown Detroit party.
Around 2:30am everyone is gone except those who have the privilege of being important or the benefit of being a groupie. Of course Krystal hung around waiting for Desmond. As soon as she seen him giving his Good-bye ponds she ran her little skanky ass outside to wait near his car. To sum it up, he took her home, beat it up (in the best way) and dropped her off at home at 4:15am to her kids at her mama house. And she was in pure bliss. (sad shame if you ask me) Anyway, that Saturday morning Desmond took a trip to the mall to grab his mother a nice birthday gift and some shoes to where to "The Black Party" that was 12 hours away. He strolled into Cache, a more upscale store, to see if he could find Mom-dukes something since he'd seen so many bags from there in her closet. Now even though he had a great sense of style and knew what he liked to see his hoochies in he didn't want his mom wearing any of that so he was in a bit of a bind.
"Excuse me?" He said to the petite woman standing to his left with her back to him.
"Yes?" She said softly as she turned around and tilted her head to raise an ear to him but still focusing on the garment in her hand.
And for the first time since he was old enough to know what his penis was made he was lost for words at the sight of a woman. Weird though, because she was just extra ordinary. No make-up, no extensions, not even an expression on her face.
"Um... would you wear this?" he asked sounding like he was 12 years old.
She looked up at the little black dress on the hanger and said "Yes, actually. That probably one of the nicest pieces in the store." She looked up at him for the first time and smiled as if she were his kindergarten teacher.
"Thank You"
"Mm hmm" she said sweetly with that smile again.
Des, felt some kinda way about the fact that this lady with very fine faint crows feet on the corners of her eyes had him captivated. Like the book that always sat on the table in the living room with a really pretty cover but had never been read. When she walked away he noticed that she had the smallest little feet, she was dark skinned, like Godiva dark chocolate but her skin was flawless, little freckles on her cheeks, a fine conservative ponytail and she was wearing a jogging suit. Usually Des frowned upon women wearing gym clothes anywhere other than the gym and cleaning around the yard. He stood there and his eyes followed her around the store for another 3 minutes. He noticed the Sales woman looking at him like he was crazy so he fumbled around in the clothes a little more. Shortly there after the little pretty lady had collected three tops from the clearance wall and put the piece she was eyeing so intensely back on the rack. When he seen her walking toward the counter he ran to the register next to her.
"Hi Sin, did you find everything you were looking for today? I seen you looking at the new Floral Rendezvous collection, did you wanna get that too?"
"No, I'll wait, $450 just wasn't in the plans for today." and even though she said it with laughter she meant it and the sales lady knew it.
Ease dropping on the conversation, Des paid for his mom's dress and watched the woman walk out the store. About three minutes later he ran out the store to catch her but she was gone and nowhere to be found. He heard her tell the lady behind the counter she was hungry so he figured he would try the food court. "What the hell is wrong with me? Why didn't I just pull her in the store?" Trying to get a grip, walking to the eatery area and to his left, what did he see? This soft grey jogging suit, and in it was this little figure reaching over the counter to get her tray.
"Excuse me, Cynthia is it?" grinning ear to ear as he grabbed her tray for her.
"Huh?" She paused and look up to see the young man who had asked her for help in the store. "Thank you... can I help you...again?" she said puzzled and sarcastically, yet amused. He didn't know how to spit game to a woman with sense so he just told the woman the truth (for the first time in a long time)
"I was wondering if you would like to go to dinner some time." what the fuck was that? he scorned himself in his head. You sound like a damn blonde long haired, ponytail wearing dude from one of those stupid romance novels!
"You would like to take me to dinner huh?"
"Whats wrong with that?" he was now walking after her as she was walking away, flattered.
"How old are you honey?" her voice was so soft and mono tone... it was warm and soothing.
"I'm grown." Des took a little offense to the question and that made him want her even more.
"You're probably young enough to be my son"
"Well my step mother is young enough to be my little sister but thats not how God wanted us to relate"
She held out her hand. "What?"
"Your hand"
"Huh"
"Give me your hand" her hand holding his looked like David and Goliath. She examined them for a quick second and let it go. And remounted her hand. So he put his hand on hers again.
"No" she said and pulled her hand back only to put it right back out. "Your phone?"
He took out his phone and gave it to her. She put her number in the phone but didn't save it, then she walked away.
"Don't you want to know my name" he said full of childish excitement.
"You'll tell me. Oh and it's Sin."
"What's a sin?"
She turned around to look at him, "My name, it's not Cynthia. It's Sin"
to be continued....
"Whassup Krystal?"
"Hey Des" with the biggest grin on her face.
You see it wasn't like he hadn't hit that before... but it was an honor to be chosen again, I guess.
Friday night, skirts are short, diamonds on high-shine, bottle on ice, and the music on BANG! Hood stars. Celebrities, socialites and wannabes, typical Downtown Detroit party.
Around 2:30am everyone is gone except those who have the privilege of being important or the benefit of being a groupie. Of course Krystal hung around waiting for Desmond. As soon as she seen him giving his Good-bye ponds she ran her little skanky ass outside to wait near his car. To sum it up, he took her home, beat it up (in the best way) and dropped her off at home at 4:15am to her kids at her mama house. And she was in pure bliss. (sad shame if you ask me) Anyway, that Saturday morning Desmond took a trip to the mall to grab his mother a nice birthday gift and some shoes to where to "The Black Party" that was 12 hours away. He strolled into Cache, a more upscale store, to see if he could find Mom-dukes something since he'd seen so many bags from there in her closet. Now even though he had a great sense of style and knew what he liked to see his hoochies in he didn't want his mom wearing any of that so he was in a bit of a bind.
"Excuse me?" He said to the petite woman standing to his left with her back to him.
"Yes?" She said softly as she turned around and tilted her head to raise an ear to him but still focusing on the garment in her hand.
And for the first time since he was old enough to know what his penis was made he was lost for words at the sight of a woman. Weird though, because she was just extra ordinary. No make-up, no extensions, not even an expression on her face.
"Um... would you wear this?" he asked sounding like he was 12 years old.
She looked up at the little black dress on the hanger and said "Yes, actually. That probably one of the nicest pieces in the store." She looked up at him for the first time and smiled as if she were his kindergarten teacher.
"Thank You"
"Mm hmm" she said sweetly with that smile again.
Des, felt some kinda way about the fact that this lady with very fine faint crows feet on the corners of her eyes had him captivated. Like the book that always sat on the table in the living room with a really pretty cover but had never been read. When she walked away he noticed that she had the smallest little feet, she was dark skinned, like Godiva dark chocolate but her skin was flawless, little freckles on her cheeks, a fine conservative ponytail and she was wearing a jogging suit. Usually Des frowned upon women wearing gym clothes anywhere other than the gym and cleaning around the yard. He stood there and his eyes followed her around the store for another 3 minutes. He noticed the Sales woman looking at him like he was crazy so he fumbled around in the clothes a little more. Shortly there after the little pretty lady had collected three tops from the clearance wall and put the piece she was eyeing so intensely back on the rack. When he seen her walking toward the counter he ran to the register next to her.
"Hi Sin, did you find everything you were looking for today? I seen you looking at the new Floral Rendezvous collection, did you wanna get that too?"
"No, I'll wait, $450 just wasn't in the plans for today." and even though she said it with laughter she meant it and the sales lady knew it.
Ease dropping on the conversation, Des paid for his mom's dress and watched the woman walk out the store. About three minutes later he ran out the store to catch her but she was gone and nowhere to be found. He heard her tell the lady behind the counter she was hungry so he figured he would try the food court. "What the hell is wrong with me? Why didn't I just pull her in the store?" Trying to get a grip, walking to the eatery area and to his left, what did he see? This soft grey jogging suit, and in it was this little figure reaching over the counter to get her tray.
"Excuse me, Cynthia is it?" grinning ear to ear as he grabbed her tray for her.
"Huh?" She paused and look up to see the young man who had asked her for help in the store. "Thank you... can I help you...again?" she said puzzled and sarcastically, yet amused. He didn't know how to spit game to a woman with sense so he just told the woman the truth (for the first time in a long time)
"I was wondering if you would like to go to dinner some time." what the fuck was that? he scorned himself in his head. You sound like a damn blonde long haired, ponytail wearing dude from one of those stupid romance novels!
"You would like to take me to dinner huh?"
"Whats wrong with that?" he was now walking after her as she was walking away, flattered.
"How old are you honey?" her voice was so soft and mono tone... it was warm and soothing.
"I'm grown." Des took a little offense to the question and that made him want her even more.
"You're probably young enough to be my son"
"Well my step mother is young enough to be my little sister but thats not how God wanted us to relate"
She held out her hand. "What?"
"Your hand"
"Huh"
"Give me your hand" her hand holding his looked like David and Goliath. She examined them for a quick second and let it go. And remounted her hand. So he put his hand on hers again.
"No" she said and pulled her hand back only to put it right back out. "Your phone?"
He took out his phone and gave it to her. She put her number in the phone but didn't save it, then she walked away.
"Don't you want to know my name" he said full of childish excitement.
"You'll tell me. Oh and it's Sin."
"What's a sin?"
She turned around to look at him, "My name, it's not Cynthia. It's Sin"
to be continued....
Friday, February 24, 2012
Now is Better Than Later
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Giving Away The Secrets: Keeping Him
Now every one says it's hard to find a good man.. Well that is true. It is HARD to get a good man but it is MUCH harder to keep him. But it doesn't have to be hard... It will never be "simple but it doesn't have to be hard. Part of the job is paying attention. There are some things about you that attracted him, keep those things! If it was the fact that you ALWAYS kept your nails and toes done.. do that. If it was the simple fact that you always cooked for him and you would text him to say "hope you're hungry" don't stop cooking. The fact of the matter is you have to do something to get him but you have to keep doing things to keep him. There are plenty of women, girls, hoes and tricks out here watching him like vultures. These are things I have heard from men and things that I just know so pay close attention. A friend of mine told me that he hates the fact that his girlfriend has started wearing jogging shorts and T-shirts to bed all the time. well, you know what I think.. she's giving it up to someone else and doesn't want to be bothered but who am I to tell him that? Ladies break out the "sexies"! Would it hurt you to pick up a lace nighty or even a cute bra and panty set? Chick I know says she cooks when they are having company, but she used to cook for him everyday. He left her for an older woman who has 3 kids but I bet you she cooks for him every single day when she cookin for those bay-bay-kids. Send him random text messages to remind him that he is a MAN. "Thank you for making me feel secure, it means a lot" or "I can't wait to see you later, promise to wrap those arms around me?" how about "you know this is yours, right? >]" All men might not be the affectionate type but recognition is a plus. Stroke that man's ego for goodness sake! When you're out buying your purses and shoes get him something. When you go out to buy bleach and dish washing liquid pick up some sock and wife beaters for him. If He is a good man he deserves to be treated as such. Hold him down. When he falls off you get him back on. Don't be selfish. If he needs to cry you suck your tears up and wipe his eyes. Tell him everything will be ok because he is a MAN and because you're not going anywhere. Say it and mean it! Get a job or a hobby: if your man is taking care of you then you should be showing him that you can help him help y'all! And of all the things be a good mother. First off, when you have those kids, work out. Don't get sloppy and lazy, just like you don't want him to go broke he doesn't want you to get *busted*. Be a mother, he'll love you for that but don't forget about him. He still needs his woman. Sounds like a lot of work?... It IS!! but if you're not going to do it he'll find four women for each job. You might get a man with that a** and those dimples but baby!... it's gonna take more than a cute face and limber legs to keep him.
Monday, February 20, 2012
"Oh Hell Naw! " Not In Real Life.
You ever watch a movie and say.. "YEAH RIGHT! Not For real!" Especially at the ending?
Well thats what I'm saying. Somethings are ok and we nkow it's for entertainment but I'm just saying, some of it we have to face reality. Take "The Best Man" for example. Sorry guys but tell the truth... that many guys are not going to find time to read a hole novel in one week. Theres barely enough time for y'all to get as drunk as you want to with a wedding around the corner, work, women, more women, sports.. and Lord knows that marriage would not have went on! Oh and lets not for get the last proposal in the movie. *pah-leeease!* You know what else I refuse to believe...? "Waiting To Exhale" You mean to tell me that Black man came home and told his wife he was leaving her.. and she was getting dressed, to go out.. on New Years Eve!!!!!? and leaving her for his side chick.. a white girl!!!? first of all don't get it twisted, he wouldn't have walked out that room without a fight. And I am in agreeance with biracial relationships but I call "Bullshxt" on that one! and most importantly men don't leave the WIFE for the SIDE CHICK! Lets be serious, don't give these "#2s" that much hope! *moment of silence* "Deliver Us From Eva" Lets start with the most obvious... "and he rides the streets on a white horse, the one she had hoped for all her life and asks for her forgiveness"..................If you have seen this in real life, please leave a comment and a picture because I will NOT believe you! Out of these four black sisters, 2 married, one in a serious relationship and the other is the oldest and NONE of them have kids?! And lets not mention "Love Jones". Sorry but statistics don't agree. I mean enjoy your movies but don't get too caught up thinking you're not going to get married until you find your Morris Chestnut, L.L Cool J and your Taye Diggs life is not that simple and the end of the movie isn't really the end of the story.
Thursday, February 16, 2012
To those who wish bad upon me,
...And as I walk down the hall and make a sharp right back into my office, wearing my premium leather Franco Sarto high heeled boots, neatly creased and flattened Tahari polyester, cotton blend suit I realized... I am a woman, a career woman, defined and uncategorized. Successful and uninterrupted, envied and longed for.Your misery does not deserve my company. So I ask you this question,
"What is the prize of disloyalty and folly?
"What is the prize of disloyalty and folly?
Who is the reaper of benefit from failure?"
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Educate Yourself: Google it Bxtch
Google task of the day:
there vs. their vs. they're
are vs. our
where vs. wear vs. were vs. we're
too vs. to vs. two
a vs. an
an vs. and (and unfortunately vs. in) O_o
Educate yourselves people.
there vs. their vs. they're
are vs. our
where vs. wear vs. were vs. we're
too vs. to vs. two
a vs. an
an vs. and (and unfortunately vs. in) O_o
It is common in today's society that we are in a hurry, we are busy and trying to do a million things at one time but be careful. You see, we use "2" in sentences to represent "to, two, too, and to" that's perfectly suitable in social networking, but make sure you remember what word to really use. If you type "wear were you last nigh?t" thats not a "short text" thats just the WRONG WORD!
Yes, I could give you the answer but I want you to "GOOGLE IT"Educate yourselves people.
Friday, February 10, 2012
Material Girl: just you and yo bag
It's like an epidemic the way people are losing their minds to be "proud owners" of certain material things. The American culture has always been a part of the "trend followers" but it still amazes me. Even though it's men and women I can honestly say that females have it the worst. There is nothing wrong with treating yourself but at what point do you deserve a treat? You don't "deserve" to treat yourself to a $1,500 purse because you went to work for three weeks straight. You deserve to treat yourself to that bag once you have went to work everyday, paid all your bills saved some money and caught up on some old debt. So busy worried about a Louis Vuitton bag but you have not a dollar to put in it. Who are you trying to impress?! It has gotten to the point where a man can own your soul just because he bought you a pair of "Red Bottoms" but you can't even pronounce Christian Louboutin! Some of the women out here are two months behind on rent, crying to their case manager about their EBT allowance, no car, minimum wage job but I bet you have on True Religion Brand Jeans and a top handle hobo Gucci bag when you try and get that pay day advance tho. More power to all the women who randomly get gifts of that nature even though they didn't ask for them.... but how common is that? And if your man is cashing out on your wardrobe you should at LEAST be able to take care of your phone bill.. cut off every month! Stop trying to keep up with these "Desperate House Hoes of Wherever"! Reality TV is everything except real. And glorifying these material things makes your standards for the men you choose fictitious. You have forgotten about humble, strong and grounded. "He just better be able to buy me what I want.. and he gotta have on Loui dis Loui dat, diamonds here diamonds dere'."So now he's out knocking hard working people over the head just to be "The Man", hustling and afraid to be the ONE GUY who says "yea, I work a 9-5". Your kids are hungry, sick and your mother is tired but you have to go to the club to get you a "baller". Friends ain't even friends, just gotta be with a common crown Hungry Hungry Heffas". You better wake up because before you know it you'll be alone.... just you and yo bag.Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Woman: A Combination of Greatness
I stands with my head held high and my shoes high heeled.
My hips spread wide and my glossed lips filled
known to be a handful but better that than one empty.
If saying no is breaking hearts then I have broken plenty
Easy to satisfy but hard to please
I lead by example and come and go as I please.
Don't judge me by the curl of my hair, even though it's fly
Accept the fact that I am built by design
And my mind... far more than your imagination
which means mine is one of God's best creations
I talk with assurance because I speak what I know
rhythm in my step, I keep up with the flow
I can be loved and I can love just as well
but I won't settle for a boy who is bound to fail
See, I am headed up and down is not an option
In my silks, my satins, jeans or cottons
I am who I am. designer bag or grocery bag
wearing skin and lotion or designer tag
And on my worst day I am still the shit
Boys don't understand and men can't resist
I stop shows and I start encores
I walk through walls so you can close your doors
"I'm a Diva best believe it" in more ways than a few
You can check my credentials ask about me if you choose
my ethic is Loyal and my circle is small
I may trip here and there but you will never see me fall
I cry, I laugh, i have triumphs and trials but I am the shit, still.
I stands with my head held high and my shoes high heeled.
My hips spread wide and my glossed lips filled
known to be a handful but better that than one empty.
If saying no is breaking hearts then I have broken plenty
Easy to satisfy but hard to please
I lead by example and come and go as I please.
Don't judge me by the curl of my hair, even though it's fly
Accept the fact that I am built by design
And my mind... far more than your imagination
which means mine is one of God's best creations
I talk with assurance because I speak what I know
rhythm in my step, I keep up with the flow
I can be loved and I can love just as well
but I won't settle for a boy who is bound to fail
See, I am headed up and down is not an option
In my silks, my satins, jeans or cottons
I am who I am. designer bag or grocery bag
wearing skin and lotion or designer tag
And on my worst day I am still the shit
Boys don't understand and men can't resist
I stop shows and I start encores
I walk through walls so you can close your doors
"I'm a Diva best believe it" in more ways than a few
You can check my credentials ask about me if you choose
my ethic is Loyal and my circle is small
I may trip here and there but you will never see me fall
I cry, I laugh, i have triumphs and trials but I am the shit, still.
I stands with my head held high and my shoes high heeled.
Monday, February 6, 2012
Freak vs. Ho
Freak vs. Ho "Round 1" *ding ding ding ding*
Girl meets guy Saturday afternoon at the liquor store. Guy fxcks girl around 9pm the same night after blowing a few "Ls" and a pint of Patron. HO
Girl has sex in an elevator of the casino at 3am after the club... but it's her dude. FREAK
Girl has sex with her man and another girl once because it's his fantasy and she appreciates the female body.. FREAK
Girl has sex with her man, his brother, and his best friend but all at different times and boyfriend doesn't know HO
Girl has sex with guy and doesn't know him as anything other than "JR" HO
Ladies, if you have sex with one guy in the middle of the day, then at 3am you're fxcking someone else after the club, don't try and make yourself feel better by saying "it wasn't the same day". You're a HO
Fellas, If you go down to give her head and it still smells like her last encounter's latex, she is a HO
Ladies, just because homegirl had sex with other people in the room does not give you the right to call her a ho she could just be an exhibitionist FREAK
Now if she had sex with 2 guys in front of the whole team. she is a certified, stamped, official HO
To sum it up ladies and gents a freak does almost anything, but in moderation and to a selective few.. A ho may not do as many things as a freak. She may not give head like a previous freak or try as many random wild things as a freak.. she may or may not but she has had sex with a lot of people for little to no money. There is very little discretion involved in choosing sex partners and most likely she is burning. Now a trick is all a little bit of a ho and a little bit of a freak.. but she makes money first and for most.. but that's another lesson!
Girl meets guy Saturday afternoon at the liquor store. Guy fxcks girl around 9pm the same night after blowing a few "Ls" and a pint of Patron. HO
Girl has sex in an elevator of the casino at 3am after the club... but it's her dude. FREAK
Girl has sex with her man and another girl once because it's his fantasy and she appreciates the female body.. FREAK
Girl has sex with her man, his brother, and his best friend but all at different times and boyfriend doesn't know HO
Girl has sex with guy and doesn't know him as anything other than "JR" HO
Ladies, if you have sex with one guy in the middle of the day, then at 3am you're fxcking someone else after the club, don't try and make yourself feel better by saying "it wasn't the same day". You're a HO
Fellas, If you go down to give her head and it still smells like her last encounter's latex, she is a HO
Ladies, just because homegirl had sex with other people in the room does not give you the right to call her a ho she could just be an exhibitionist FREAK
Now if she had sex with 2 guys in front of the whole team. she is a certified, stamped, official HO
To sum it up ladies and gents a freak does almost anything, but in moderation and to a selective few.. A ho may not do as many things as a freak. She may not give head like a previous freak or try as many random wild things as a freak.. she may or may not but she has had sex with a lot of people for little to no money. There is very little discretion involved in choosing sex partners and most likely she is burning. Now a trick is all a little bit of a ho and a little bit of a freak.. but she makes money first and for most.. but that's another lesson!
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Women Are Just Crazy As Hell
Why are you so emotional?
Why are you so dry?
Why are you asking so many questions?
Why are you reading so deep into what I'm saying?
Why are you yelling?
Why are you crying?
Why do you think that when I say "no" I might mean yes?
These are all common questions men want ask women everyday. Well the answer is "I don't know". Now before you assume I'm saying men are always right and women are always tripping, I'm not saying that... at all! But I am saying that sooometimes we can be a handful. We don't want to! sometimes we cry and don't know why we're crying. Sometimes we get angry and ask ourselves "was it that deep?" But the truth is we can't always control those things. Hell, women are always into it with women because we're all crazy as hell, at times. Some crazier than others and some more often than others. Men have to learn that we don't think and feel the same, as do women. But it's important that guys realize our hormone balance is naturally imbalanced. Usually if we're upset WE DON'T WANT TO BE! Trust me, we wish we could care less but we can't. But yet and still be careful what you wish for. "A woman who thinks and acts like a man is a woman who will never be able to keep a man happy" (quote me on that one) We are built to be a little weaker than men. We are made to be his support, if you will. Look at it this way, if we didn't show you any emotion and we didn't confuse you we're either hiding something or it's not real. And if you wanna know why, dammit, ask God!
Why are you so dry?
Why are you asking so many questions?
Why are you reading so deep into what I'm saying?
Why are you yelling?
Why are you crying?
Why do you think that when I say "no" I might mean yes?
These are all common questions men want ask women everyday. Well the answer is "I don't know". Now before you assume I'm saying men are always right and women are always tripping, I'm not saying that... at all! But I am saying that sooometimes we can be a handful. We don't want to! sometimes we cry and don't know why we're crying. Sometimes we get angry and ask ourselves "was it that deep?" But the truth is we can't always control those things. Hell, women are always into it with women because we're all crazy as hell, at times. Some crazier than others and some more often than others. Men have to learn that we don't think and feel the same, as do women. But it's important that guys realize our hormone balance is naturally imbalanced. Usually if we're upset WE DON'T WANT TO BE! Trust me, we wish we could care less but we can't. But yet and still be careful what you wish for. "A woman who thinks and acts like a man is a woman who will never be able to keep a man happy" (quote me on that one) We are built to be a little weaker than men. We are made to be his support, if you will. Look at it this way, if we didn't show you any emotion and we didn't confuse you we're either hiding something or it's not real. And if you wanna know why, dammit, ask God!
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Reese & J: Sex in Crazy Places Pt2
Don't forget to read Reese & J: Sex in Crazy Places Part 1
...And as the breathing got heavier and the tension got thicker... the air became moist. It was as if his shorts weighed 100lbs the way they hit the floor. And her dress, just the opposite, light as a feather.. The Marilyn Monroe effect, it was uncontrollably airborne. He lifted her right leg and propped it over his left forearm clutching her butt as if he were holding on for dear life all the while she embodied his mass erection. And with every inch her drive was hightened. It was as if it were the first time, Every time was like the first time. Pulling her body toward his slowly and forcefully. Each stroke was just where she needed it. She balanced herself on the slim steel safety bar that ran around the elevator, using the strength that only divulges during sex, placing her left leg over his right forearm. Well, that just turned him on even more... and she could tell. His stroke grew stronger and deeper.
"Mmmm.." She let out a moan with every long breath she exhaled, as if her body could not contain all of the pleasure at once, releasing just a little with every breath. With him pinning her body against the surface now, there was no need for her to hold on to the bar. She put her arms around his neck, gripping the back of his head right at his hairline.
"Baby!...Baby?!" He heard her but he wanted her to say it louder. "Baby?!"
"Yes baby?" he said softly.
"I'm bouta cum...I'm.. bou.... cum..."
"Cum fa Daddy." J loved making Reese cum. And for every time he got a nutt she got multiple.
He felt her grip weaken and her muscles release. But more than anything, he could feel the pour of her fruits. Every single drop. Like there was bag of juice sitting in her and he had just punctured it. But that wasn't enough for J. That was never enough for J. He had to make her cum over and over and over, so he proceeded. He tightened his hamstrings, stiffened his legs and bounced her limp body back into an upright position.
"You gon cum again fa Daddy?"
"Hell yea" she said smiling and quickly regaining control of her body that she may give him what he gave her....
...And as the breathing got heavier and the tension got thicker... the air became moist. It was as if his shorts weighed 100lbs the way they hit the floor. And her dress, just the opposite, light as a feather.. The Marilyn Monroe effect, it was uncontrollably airborne. He lifted her right leg and propped it over his left forearm clutching her butt as if he were holding on for dear life all the while she embodied his mass erection. And with every inch her drive was hightened. It was as if it were the first time, Every time was like the first time. Pulling her body toward his slowly and forcefully. Each stroke was just where she needed it. She balanced herself on the slim steel safety bar that ran around the elevator, using the strength that only divulges during sex, placing her left leg over his right forearm. Well, that just turned him on even more... and she could tell. His stroke grew stronger and deeper.
"Mmmm.." She let out a moan with every long breath she exhaled, as if her body could not contain all of the pleasure at once, releasing just a little with every breath. With him pinning her body against the surface now, there was no need for her to hold on to the bar. She put her arms around his neck, gripping the back of his head right at his hairline.
"Baby!...Baby?!" He heard her but he wanted her to say it louder. "Baby?!"
"Yes baby?" he said softly.
"I'm bouta cum...I'm.. bou.... cum..."
"Cum fa Daddy." J loved making Reese cum. And for every time he got a nutt she got multiple.
He felt her grip weaken and her muscles release. But more than anything, he could feel the pour of her fruits. Every single drop. Like there was bag of juice sitting in her and he had just punctured it. But that wasn't enough for J. That was never enough for J. He had to make her cum over and over and over, so he proceeded. He tightened his hamstrings, stiffened his legs and bounced her limp body back into an upright position.
"You gon cum again fa Daddy?"
"Hell yea" she said smiling and quickly regaining control of her body that she may give him what he gave her....
Birth Control Pills: out of control
"Pfizer, the world’s largest drug maker, has recalled 1 million birth control packs due to an error that mixed up the active and inactive pills in the 28-day package."Basically there are 1,000,000 packets of pills out here that are supposed to keep you from getting pregnant.. letting you get pregnant. Well what a surprise. Guess you can't always depend on the plan huh? Well fellas, ladies... better strap up! You should be doing that anyway.
Each packet contains pills with contraceptive and some with inactive sugars (for the menstrual cycle). Well because of failure mechanically and visually on the manufacturing lines some packets contain too many contraceptive pills therefore some packets contain too few. It's supposedly not a risk to women's health but "thats what they always say". "The drugmaker said the issue involved 14 lots of Lo/Ovral-28 tablets and 14 lots of Norgestrel and Ethinyl Estradiol tablets." -Reuters and The Associated Press contributed to this report Once again WRAP IT UP!!!!
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
What part of "EX" don't you understand?!!
ex- without, not including, or without the right to have, or upwards. You ever wanted to just break that definition down to someone? Get them to understand that while you may be a girl and you may have been some type of friend... the most important part of your title is "EX". You are an EX-girl-friend! Same with the men. Some people are secure enough to accept their mate being friends with a past love but some people just aren't. And, yes, it is healthy and a good sign if you have that security but are you wrong if you don't? The thing to ponder over is "what is there to talk about?" The good ol' times? NO! How things could have been? NO! If things didn't work, fine but why continue out communication? It's totally understandable if two people had been childhood friends and tried to make something happen that just didn't work out and you don't want to lose that friend. "So why can't we ALL be friends?" Look at things as if the shoe was on the other foot *cliche* but helpful. The thing is old loves have shared something prior (in most cases) than the current "boo", there is history and old emotions, even simple memories. Why do that to yourself? You may not be as strong as you think you are and you almost never know the other person's real intentions. The worst case, though, is the ex who won't go away. Why would you continue to show your face in a place where all you're doing is irritating a situation and hurting your own feelings? Now don't get me wrong, everyone has had that one person whose family became yours and everyone got along, hell you still got invites after the break-up. But if both of you aren't comfortable and there's a new love in their life you really should just make like an egg... "beat it" lol. Seriously, your motives are obvious and your presence is annoying. What part of "ex" don't you understand?
Monday, January 30, 2012
Text Messages Tapping: Damned if you do...
Inbox: 0 Outbox: 0
That's the second to last thing anyone would want to see in their mate's phone. Because it's just a DEAD give away that there is something to hide. And possibly too much infedelity to even disguise so it's best to just "delete all". Now the very last thing you want to see in his or her phone is those "I love you" messages and those "Cum fxck me" messages. Seriously, anytime you read something in your man's phone from another woman, especially one you don't know, it throws up a red flag... INSTANTLY. And men are the same way. Anytime a man sees a number with no name or a man's name in his woman's text catalog there is a flame of jealousy and insecurity that grows without hesitation. In so many cases relationships are ruined because of a conversation that should have never taken place between a partner and another person. People who cheat just seam to get careless and lazy after a while. And lets not forget, "everything done in the dark shall soon come to light". But what about those cases where "it's not what it seems" (those DO really exist). How many times have you heard that? Too many, right? The problem is text messages tend to be that way sometimes. How often have you had to reword your message to someone because you know good and well that it just doesn't look right? And how often do you read a message trying to figure out "did she mean it this way or this way"? easy mistake. If you don't know the history or the prelude to the conversation you can easily get off to the wrong start. So the question is "how do I know the difference?" My philosophy is "If it's there it'll come out. Why go looking?". And then there are those people who go looking for dirt just because. No valid suspicion, no reason for doubt, just plain ol' insecurity. Ever had somebody go through your phone and read something like "when can I get that from you"
"when you want it"
"don't act stupid. ASAP"
and though it looks like some BULLSHxT you're actually talking about a discount on a phone bill from your cousin's boyfriend. If you don't trust the person you're with, that means one of you has some issues. Think about it, now you believe he's a liar and a cheater and he never cheated.. at some point he will get sick of trying to plead a case that he should never have been faced with! Now you don't trust him and he starts questioning your reasons for being so insecure! Be careful what you make accusations on when it comes to things you really are not sure of. But don't be a fool either. I guess it's about better judgement. Just don't lose something worth keeping over something that wasn't worth reading.
That's the second to last thing anyone would want to see in their mate's phone. Because it's just a DEAD give away that there is something to hide. And possibly too much infedelity to even disguise so it's best to just "delete all". Now the very last thing you want to see in his or her phone is those "I love you" messages and those "Cum fxck me" messages. Seriously, anytime you read something in your man's phone from another woman, especially one you don't know, it throws up a red flag... INSTANTLY. And men are the same way. Anytime a man sees a number with no name or a man's name in his woman's text catalog there is a flame of jealousy and insecurity that grows without hesitation. In so many cases relationships are ruined because of a conversation that should have never taken place between a partner and another person. People who cheat just seam to get careless and lazy after a while. And lets not forget, "everything done in the dark shall soon come to light". But what about those cases where "it's not what it seems" (those DO really exist). How many times have you heard that? Too many, right? The problem is text messages tend to be that way sometimes. How often have you had to reword your message to someone because you know good and well that it just doesn't look right? And how often do you read a message trying to figure out "did she mean it this way or this way"? easy mistake. If you don't know the history or the prelude to the conversation you can easily get off to the wrong start. So the question is "how do I know the difference?" My philosophy is "If it's there it'll come out. Why go looking?". And then there are those people who go looking for dirt just because. No valid suspicion, no reason for doubt, just plain ol' insecurity. Ever had somebody go through your phone and read something like "when can I get that from you"
"when you want it"
"don't act stupid. ASAP"
and though it looks like some BULLSHxT you're actually talking about a discount on a phone bill from your cousin's boyfriend. If you don't trust the person you're with, that means one of you has some issues. Think about it, now you believe he's a liar and a cheater and he never cheated.. at some point he will get sick of trying to plead a case that he should never have been faced with! Now you don't trust him and he starts questioning your reasons for being so insecure! Be careful what you make accusations on when it comes to things you really are not sure of. But don't be a fool either. I guess it's about better judgement. Just don't lose something worth keeping over something that wasn't worth reading.
Saturday, January 28, 2012
Reese & J: Sex in Crazy Places pt1
At about 3:00pm J and Reese were headed back to the hotel room, just leaving a sports bar. Down town Atlanta not far from Peachtree Blvd. Every time they go out of town they bar hop throughout the day because at night, it's all business.
"Good afternoon Mr and Mrs.Moss" "The concierge always assume we're married"
"We will be"
Reese loves when J talks about marrying her. Reminds her that everyday as "his girl" will pay off.
Twenty-fourth floor, Reese likes to be at the highest floor possible so when she looks out the window she doesn't have to see anything she doesn't want to see. No people no cars. Just lights. J pressed the button "24" and kissed Reese on her cheek grabbing her waist. This beautiful long pink and cream sundress fell on her body so perfectly and J just loved it when she wore her hair in a slick ponytail with her long black hair hanging down her back. She is beautiful as it is, her dark smooth skin and natural essence with the cutest little pouty mouth and the Patron XO was speaking to him. And it was speaking to Reese. "Look at him, tall, dark, clean hair cut, white teeth... I love my baby" she thought to herself as she smiled. A plain black T-shirt with those fresh new grey True Religion cargo shorts, gray and black Louis Vuitton dock shoes. "And I don't even have to dress him." He kissed her lips, she bit his bottom lip and looked into his eyes. Once Reese closed her eyes J leaned her against the mirrored wall of the elevator and as his arousal grew he reached to his right and hit the stop button on the elevator. She thought about the cameras but like any other time... Reese didn't care. The thought of J being inside of her made everything else irrelevant. J grazed her leg with his fingertips as he lifted her dress. Sliding his hand inwards now caressing the inside of her thigh placing it onto her most sensitive place. She knew that there was no way he wasn't rock hard. Brushing her hand against his zipper..."just like I thought" her left hand still clinching the back of his neck right hand attacking the button and zipper of his shorts. "Oooo. And it's so wet"
"you did that" she replied in a soft tone. He could hear the thirst in her voice....
"Good afternoon Mr and Mrs.Moss" "The concierge always assume we're married"
"We will be"
Reese loves when J talks about marrying her. Reminds her that everyday as "his girl" will pay off.
Twenty-fourth floor, Reese likes to be at the highest floor possible so when she looks out the window she doesn't have to see anything she doesn't want to see. No people no cars. Just lights. J pressed the button "24" and kissed Reese on her cheek grabbing her waist. This beautiful long pink and cream sundress fell on her body so perfectly and J just loved it when she wore her hair in a slick ponytail with her long black hair hanging down her back. She is beautiful as it is, her dark smooth skin and natural essence with the cutest little pouty mouth and the Patron XO was speaking to him. And it was speaking to Reese. "Look at him, tall, dark, clean hair cut, white teeth... I love my baby" she thought to herself as she smiled. A plain black T-shirt with those fresh new grey True Religion cargo shorts, gray and black Louis Vuitton dock shoes. "And I don't even have to dress him." He kissed her lips, she bit his bottom lip and looked into his eyes. Once Reese closed her eyes J leaned her against the mirrored wall of the elevator and as his arousal grew he reached to his right and hit the stop button on the elevator. She thought about the cameras but like any other time... Reese didn't care. The thought of J being inside of her made everything else irrelevant. J grazed her leg with his fingertips as he lifted her dress. Sliding his hand inwards now caressing the inside of her thigh placing it onto her most sensitive place. She knew that there was no way he wasn't rock hard. Brushing her hand against his zipper..."just like I thought" her left hand still clinching the back of his neck right hand attacking the button and zipper of his shorts. "Oooo. And it's so wet"
"you did that" she replied in a soft tone. He could hear the thirst in her voice....
Friday, January 27, 2012
Women HATE when men....
It's time to let y'all know what we just can't stand! Granted, there are some exceptions but for the most part no normal or close to normal woman wants you to call her baby if you're not her dude or a really close friend. Any cute or pretty woman does NOT appreciate old wrinkly men saying "hey sexy". If you are extremely broke DO NOT tell a woman "I'll pay your pills". Also, guys don't be so available... yes we want your time but once you become a bug-a-boo you lose. Women hate for men to grab our arms in the club. "Why are you touching my wrist? I don't know where you hands been!" Fellas.. pleas, please, please know that buying a drink does not buy my number. Stop stalking in the club. Your name is not "Money" so please save that for the ultra hood rats, besides, you don't have any! Women hate for men to act like they have "kicked it" with EVERYBODY. thats not attractive and it's even worse that you think it is... no one wants everyone's left-overs! Guys stop walking around the club with that empty bottle of champagne.. its hot and flat! There are a lot of things that should be obvious, get some gum, your breath smells like hot morning sex in a sauna! And OMG don't kiss me. we are not a couple, hell, it is our first time hanging out so do NOT put your lips on me! I just had to put some of these things out there. Ladies feel free to comment and add to. I'll tweet it so don't forget to put your twitter name in there!!! sincerely, @TheAvaShow ;)
Get YOU in Order First
Ok... "reality check" what are you going to do with another person in your life if you can't handle your life alone. People have this misconception of the need to have someone else to "complete" them. In actuality it's best to be able to stand on your own. A relationship is more likely to work if there are two people at 100% (or as close as us humans can get to it) coming together than two people who are at 50% coming together trying to be 100%. Make sense..? There are always going to be issues and problems, your partner will always have something you wish was different but it's not and it won't be. There does come a point, once you're in love with someone, when you don't want to separate because you've become one but that's different. In the case that you have built something and constructed a life together it is hard to pull it apart but it is just as difficult to put two broken pieces together that don't really fit. Its like a puzzle, 500 pieces and you have to put them all together to make a picture. rather than 2 pictures and putting them together to make a mural.. the mural is so much more beautiful. But in the event you just have to pull it apart... those two pictures can exist alone and you'll still see a full image. My point is get your finances straight, get the baby mamas and baby daddys in check, have your plans for the next 3 years at least, sort out your faith and beliefs. That way you can set standards as to whole does and does not deserve you. I'm just sayin...Get YOU in order first!
Thursday, January 26, 2012
When Will You Give It Up
Maybe I Deserve... Maybe not
Tank said it best back in 2001 "Maybe I Deserve"...Maybe I deserve the hardships this love is putting me through. maybe I deserve to be lied to and cheated on... well maybe but maybe not. You see, no one wants to be hurt and somethings no one HAS to experience. Physical violence, mental abuse.. no matter what you do you don't deserve it. There lives this Biotch named "Karma" and if you take it upon yourself to give someone what "they deserve" that puts you next in line to meet her. Let God handle them. And in so many instances we take on the responsibility of what someone else has done, the pain that someone else has caused. Ex: Just because Tasha has male friends doesn't means she deserves for Chris to stay out all night and not call. A woman and a man are able to have friends of the opposite sex without cheating. Now if Tasha is out freakin' around then yes, she deserves to be left alone and Chris has every right to keep it moving but why go out and cheat on her... by the end of this war there will be 4 STDs 3 broken hearts a baby with no daddy and some broken windows. The big point is, don't settle. Keep it real in your relationships up front that way there are less surprises at the end because, please believe, there will be ann end if there are a bunch of lies.
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
LOYALTY: Draw a Line and Choose A Side
As kids we played games where we had to pick teams. You could be on this side or that side, and usually we would pick a crack in the pavement or the line where grass starts to separate the two sides. But no matter which side you were on you had to pick one and stick to it. What happened to that. We were groomed to be loyal at a young age but now people just don't play fair. So many people abuse the word "Loyal" and throw it around like the neighbor hood football. But it's deeper than that. Only real people can be loyal because you have to invest loyalty into someone worthy, how else to decipher? We all know "Real recognize Real" Stop saying "I'm loyal to my crew" when if the ball drops you are willing to let it roll. Know that whosoever that person is you've invested your faith and loyalty in also has your best interest at heart. That way you don't have to ASK NO QUESTIONS. You know "when we move, WE move". You can't be a ride or die for everyone. You can not be 100% in two places at one time can you? No!
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