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....
 

Now is Better Than Later

You know that old expression "sit on an egg and hatch it", well that doesn't work in all cases. Because when a woman is mad you should not let her sit and think about it. If you were wrong and you pissed her off, don't let her meditate over it. She'll have more time to realize how wrong you were and how mad she really should be. It's best you pull it together and deal with her wrath while it's still premature because once it grows it may become embedded. And that, my friends, you don't want. I'm not saying let her beat you up or force her to argue with you because you both may say some things you really don't mean but what I am saying is do not for one second think that if you don't call her for two days that she'll be over it... We all wish it could work that way but it doesn't. Some issues don't just go away, evaporate, vanish. They linger, grow and erupt! I'm just saying, i'ts better to just get it over with now than to wait..

Thought of the day

"Sacrifice at your own convenience isn't sacrifice at all"

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.

"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.



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? 

Who is the reaper of benefit from failure?"

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

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.

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.

Thought of the day:

Think Outside The Box

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.

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!

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!

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....

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!!!!