First Date Ideas

For those of you who may be lacking in this department, for finding fun and creative first dates, here are a few ideas to spark some ideas of your own. Depending on what kind of chick you are trying to impress, the less traditional and more thought you put into it, the better. These are some great dates that won't hurt the wallet, and can be totally fun and cute. Some of the best friendships and relationships I've had have started with stuff like this. Don't take my word for it, experience it and enjoy yourself always.

• Batting cages and Jamba Juice
• Dinner at a classic Diner ( not Johnny Rockets )
• Driving to a beach city and having corn dogs at the pier
• Gallery opening for an up and coming artist.
• Comedy show
• Watching local sport leagues play their games
• Playing tourist in a famous area (ie taking pictures by the Hollywood walk of fame, Santa Monica Pier, waiting in line for Pinks Hot dogs)
• Mini golf and arcade games
• Dinner at a boutique restaurant with a funky theme (not traditional)

Is it just me?

When you meet someone new that is drop your jaw attractive, do you ever wonder if they would be good in bed? So my group of friends has regular faces that come around, so for a new face to pop up and be that hot that at least 3 females were like I want that, that says a lot. I have like a little mini crush on this guy now that he has come to two functions and I have spoken to him. He is sexy, a total gentleman, well spoken, and kind of sweet. But as I was talking to him the other night, it was loud and when he leaned in to talk to me, I damn near melted. I wanted to jump his bones right there on the pool table we were standing next to, because if he is this appealing with clothes on, what is he like with them off?
Now I don't know what theories are out there for this type of situation, but when I meet someone new that I am physically attracted to, my first thought is usually if they are going to be a good lay or not. To me that feels like a man tendency, but I don't know. I guess after that initial lust, I calm down and think rationally about what qualities a person has, but that initial I want to jump on them is hard to handle. But my question is does anyone else ever feel like this or is it just me, because I like sex? :)

Damn this weather...

I hate the rainy season because something about it always brings the emotional girlie girl out of me. I always want a boyfriend around this time, just because I turn into this girl that wants to cuddle. I never like cuddling unless its raining outside or they are really special to me. For the life of me, it feels like the rain floods me with emotions and overflows it so I can seek outside warmth to get it under control. I know that may be a bit of a stretch, but can you blame me? I have been the dude in so many of my hook-ups and relationships cuddling just turns me off. Then my girlie side comes rearing its moody crazy head and all of a sudden I want to watch chick flicks, drink wine, cuddle up with a boy and force him to be there with me. Now that I am done venting, should you know anyone worthy of some quality time with me, make sure you send them my way ;) I am officially taking apps for boyfriends and or cuddle buddies. I have enough fuck buddies thanks!

I don't want to be 60 when it happens...

I hate those love stories of it wasn't never the right time. one person's ready and then the other is not. They marry other people and find each other again after kids grow up and spouses pass away. I hate those love stores why? Because you can't enjoy a relationship like your 20s in your 60s. The back and forth love struggle is doomed the moment you realize you're perfect for each other and you can't get on the same wave length. Maybe in another lifetime it could be a beautiful fairytale romance, but I never liked those anyway so to me it just wasn't as destined as previously planned. I would much rather find my love today than to wait till I was 60 and lived my life with another man, because that means who I was destined to be with I couldn't share my life with. But I guess that's why so many of my friends are hopeless romantic, and I am a realist.

I got a few things to get off my chest...

• When stepping to a female like myself, understand that I have a number of suitors. Not on my cocky shit, on some real shit. I meet a ton of people a day and no matter how badd a chick is or how busted she is, some thirsty nigga will hit on her. If I'm not feeling you to begin with, why would I put you as a priority. If you don't like it, talk to some one else, its that simple. there are 8 billion people on the planet if you can't find one that digs you the way you dig them, then fly to Jupiter otherwise move on and get past it. 
• Thirst is a serious disease that can't be solved with water. (thirst = desperation and for this example water = pussy) Thirsty people are needy, clingy, and have nothing but hormones on the brain, because they never acquired the life skill of putting goals and success first, their priority is the opposite sex or in some cases the same sex. These people need to find each other and leave the rest of the population alone. They are the weak links of society that drag down forward progress of smarter generations to come.
• Love is not a science, there is no perfect formula, there are not full proof rules and regulations, and there are no absolutes except that it exists. You can't turn it on and off and you can't choose what your heart wants. Work with it and accept it.
• Everyone is a work in progress, and nobody knows how to live your life better than you, because what works for one person may not work for the next person. Find what works for you and go with it.
• Yes, I am sexually active. No, I will not sleep with you because you think I'm pretty. Yes, I do think you are a loser so being so thirsty. No, you do not have a chance with me ever.
• If you complain about what everyone else is doing, then how are you improving your own life? I mean does God give you heaven credit for hating on someone else's life? Does it put money in your account or gas in your tank to back-stab people you call your friend? if you are so worried about everyone else, then how are you living life to the fullest everyday? 

Self Lovin'

Lotion on my hands so I know they're soft, I rub my nipples in a circular motion just to tease them a little. Pinching the tip to feel a rush to make my pussy wet. I grab them in their entirety, but my hands can barely cup half before it overflows out of my palms. My hands glide down my body to the outline of my pussy. Before I even pull off my panties I can feel how soaked they are, so i slide them off to expose my glistening shaved kitty kat. I rub over my clit to feel the juices on it, and when I take my delisiously soaked fingers off of it to taste, I let out the most seductive moan as if I had a partner watching. I dive back in to feel me out. Slowly penetrating my pussy lips touching the walls and grazing the edges with my freshly manicured nails. It feels amazing with a slight tickle. Rubbing circles around my clit gently, I speed up sending a chill up my spine, I breathe heavier and heavier as I come close to climax. The soft touch of my smooth hands against my pussy screams pleasure inside me. As I make myself cum, my back arches and my hips turn. It is an intense pleasure only I can create from knowing my body. With one hand on my pussy and the other grabbing my breast I let out the whisper of a scream and exhale deeply. Curled up in the fetal position I want to hold in this pleasure and let it resignate through my body.

Single life and Sexual frustration

Being a single woman especially in California is a rough task. We are constantly competing with younger, hotter versions of ourselves. Fresh face in many circles mean new challenges. I am at a crucial age where the guys I want to date are too immature to handle a grown woman interested in serious relationship status and not high school kicking it. Then you have the men that are older but looking to get married tomorrow to any young thing that will give them the time of day. Is it too much to ask for at this time in my life for a man that can handle a sexual relationship without the potential of getting obsessed? Or a man that wants to date a woman secure in herself and her future that has a healthy sexual appetite. I don't need you, but I want you in my world. I am picky with who I date or sleep with like any woman should be, so when there is a drought of men that are men and a flood of men that act more like women than most women my hopes for a good sex life are limited and depressing. I don't need you to be uber sensetive and in touch with your emotions I need a MAN, disconnectrd to his feelings and primed with carnal passion. As bad a that sounds that's what women really want. They say they want a man in touch with his emotions and caring and sensitive, but they leave him for the bad boy fixer-uppers. Don't confuse what i'm saying. Nobody ends up with the bad boy except the bad girl, why because they have a dysfunctional relationship that works. Every woman wants to know that the man they choose has that in them but knows that there is a time and place for it. Long story (already), short I either need to get boo'd up for this cuddle season or its going to be a very long and lonely season.

Adrenaline Junkie

I think with my sex life I have seriously become one, because just having sex is fun, but almost getting caught makes it hotter. The less inhibitions I have and more comfortable I get with my body the more I like having sex in public places. the adrenaline gets my blood pumping and helps me perform better. On the other hand however it seems to make the guy more nervous and stressed, which in turn makes it more difficult for him to perform at a level that would make me satisfied. So its kind of a trade off, that is only semi worth it. If it pays off, the win is amazing, if it doesn't then it is just awful and feels like a waste of time. I wouldn't call myself a gambling woman, but high risks yield high rewards. I'm just saying.

Update

So it has been quite some time since I have posted to the blog, and not because I have nothing to say, but because I am working on book number 2. The first book got a little to emotional and personal for me, so I decided it would be better for me to just move on. I want to give you a little insight as to what book 2 is about. It is broken down into 8 chapters with various scandalous titles such as, random hook-ups, relationship nookie, and lesbian encounters. These of course are all working titles so that I may keep them organized. Each chapter will consist of about 4-6 stories of my experiences in the bedroom good, bad and ugly. One chapter will consist of stories from other parties. So that's what I'm working on these days I will be posting a few articles soon just to keep up with my blog, because i need a break every now and again from the book.

Online Dating..

I was debating giving online matchmaking a try. There are just so many options to choose from. You have the "creeper" way of facebook, twitter, tumblr and other social networks. You have the fixed semi-exclusive way of eharmony, match.com, chemistry.com and others of the like. Then last but no least the always made fun of craigslist and backpage. These sites are no more random than meeting someone in a public place or being set up by a friend. There is such a negative stigma put on this method, because of creepy liars that portray good people but are really just lame losers. Don't get me wrong, I meet people i'm interested in all the time, it just has the champagne affect, pop and fizzle. some of the best conversations and relationships I have ever built started out just talking on the Internet and getting to know each other. But I must say some of my funniest and worst experiences have happened through this method as well. All in all its no different than meeting a undercover creeper at a party or the bookstore, so life's chances are taken at every turn.
Its so awkward when my girlfriends ask me, where did you meet him? sometimes I'm just like I met him on facebook, and before i can say that I play in my head their judgmental reactions and make something else up instead. So i guess what I mean is the risky chance of a website like eharmony doesn't seem so out there, but I can't wait till the societal norm of it changes so people aren't so ashamed of saying that's where they met someone.

Some guys are such babies or...

Maybe my shell is too hard for you to penetrate, making you not worthy anyway. I don't know why you thought you were the only man in my life? I never said anything or did anything that would lead you to believe this. So now that you're mad at me, because you think I played you when I told you I was talking to other guys when you met me, i'm a whore, and a slut and a bitch, because you caught feelings and I don't feel the same way. Tell me something, is it me you're mad at or yourself? You pursued me not the other way around so no needs to call me names when you were the one interested in me. If i'm such a whore and a slut why did you catch feelings and pursue me the way you did? So again I ask, is it me you're mad at or yourself?

What's so wrong with...

telling me you miss me.

just being friends.

being happy for me even if it means not with you.

being a woman that wants a man just for sex and not after anything from him.

living my life for me.

loving who I want regardless of race or gender.

not giving a flying FUCK.

Oh Boobies!

I was taking my shower this morning and don't judge me for this, but I ended up spending a particularly large amount of time lathering my breasts. They are not an overly sensitive area for me, so a million thoughts kept running through my mind as I continue to basically play with my boobs in the shower. Why do guys like big boobs so much? I wonder what I would look like if I lost weight and they stayed the same size? why do some guys love the sensation of nipple play way more than me? Is it weird that I hate when guys spend too much time on the boobs and not else where? just to tell you a few. Now don't get me wrong, but when I say they aren't overly sensitive, that doesn't mean I don't like my chest, I LOVE my boobies, they are two of my favorite assets. I just don't get the whole wow factor. But I digress, they are fun sometimes.

Tasty Treats

I walk through the door hoping to be greeted by the adoring eyes of my puppy, waging her tail and happy to see me. I am instead welcomed home with a trail of rose petals the brightest shade of pink and the deepest of reds. Candles lighting the house and the silhouette of the tall handsome man I love. He takes my heavy bag and large purse off my shoulders. The weight being lifted I am relieved. He hands me a glass of champagne and dips a strawberry in my glass. The perfect taste of bubbly and the sweet juice squirting from this berry is an explosion of flavor in my mouth. To my delight as I peer around the corner of the kitchen is a buffet of sinfully delicious treats and tasty decadent teasers. I see chocolate sauce, whipped cream, caramel, cherries, strawberries, honey, and a bucket full of ice cubes. I turn to look back at my man, and I realize he has stripped down to the bare essentials. Grabbing my body and ripping my blouse open. I pull my skirt down leaving my body nearly exposed. As I unhook my bra, he slides my panties down kissing my thighs on the way, sending chills back up my body. He lifts me to set me on the kitchen table. He lays my body out and begins to play the sweetest melodies in the stereo. I wait in anticipation of the first tasty treat to meet my body. He paints around my ariola with the chocolate sauce, and glides the strawberries through it. With a taste of chocolate on the berry, you can tell he wants more so he takes it. He uses his tongue to play with my nipple as he licks the chocolate off my body. Gliding his tongue down my stomach he gets to the top of my pussy. He tickles my lips with the gentle caress of a berry. Slowly squeezing the juice out only to lick it up. I want to feel his tongue deep inside my walls. Every new sensation building to a climactic and euphoric ecstasy. He climbs on top of the table and guides his body on top of mine, every so slightly rubbing his dick on top of my now dripping wet pussy. I can feel his dick growing, getting harder and harder ready to go deep inside the warmth of my wet pussy. He slides inside of me, moaning with my deep breathes. This is a perfect unity of our bodies, thrusting slowly touching further back with every entry. Breathing in unity the sound is almost a melody, as we speed up to come to a climax of epic titillation. He brings my body to the brink and stops to change positions. My body now tender and ready he bends me over the table hitting my spots nicely. With a slight arch in my back, he he is able to go deeper thrusting so rapidly that the meaty part of his balls hitting my clit making me explode in orgasmic pleasure. My muscles tighten up and squeeze his dick, making him bust. He sounds like a tennis player as he grunts in total satisfaction that he has climaxed. He lays on top of me as we are bent over the table panting heavily. I can feel his cum run down my thigh and it feels so good. I turn my head, reach for the whipped cream and smile, "Round 2?" He smiles back.

A kiss worth a thousand words...

somebody that matches your style of kissing seems to be rare now a days. Maybe its just me and I could totally be making this bigger than it should be, but I don't feel like I am. A great Make-Out Session (MOS) can send chills down your spine and blood flowing to the right places. Let me tell you about a guy I made out with recently. He is a good looking man, tall, chocolate, you guys know how I like them. He was the worst kisser on the face of the earth (this I have decided). He was all over the place, not slobbery or anything but just not in a solid rhythm. Trying to jam his tongue down my throat I thought I was going to suffocate. I wanted to say stop attacking my face, but that would be rude. I tried to direct it, but he was being "take charge". Don't get me wrong I love an assertive guy, but an assertive guy that knows what he's doing is even better. I just don't understand how someone can be such a bad kisser. It literally made me say okay we're done here and kick you out of my house.  If you can't get it together, then don't come around here ya know.

Time for something different...

I've been sleeping with this guy for years and lets call him Mr LA.  Sometimes when he calls me I wonder why I still go see him. Is it because he is like comfort food and always makes me happy in the moment but you wish you would have eaten something healthier? Is it because when you aren't in a relationship he is the perfect dial-a-dick? I don't know what it is, but when I saw him the other night and he didn't make me nut and has the audacity to try and add another girl to the equation, something just clicked and I said to myself, "Girl, we gotta drop this nigga". I've talked about the pursuit of new booty before and that is more if you need the excitement of someone new but still in the realm of your type. I want to mix it up a bit, and try a completely different type of guy. Seeing Mr. LA just made me realize I need to get away from LA and see something different.

Almost the end of May

and I haven't posted since April 21st, that is an injustice, and one that will be corrected immediately. I have been going through a love life dry spell so as many of you know who follow my blog regularly if the sex is dry so is the blog. I do however have a few topics that might peak your interest soon to come. Not getting any new booty, but revisiting some old flames, which is almost always a good time.

Questions I ask myself...

• Why would I settle for a man that doesn't want the best for himself? (you can't possibly want the best for me either)
• Who said it was okay to be set in your ways at an old age? (if you are alone, then something you're doing isn't working)
• What would it be like to only date chicks? (I'm curious enough to think about it, but not daring enough to do it, because i like penis too much)
• When did "LOVE" become the new swear word? (It's not meant to be said out loud in front of people and you might get your mouth washed out with soap if you're not careful)
• Is it a fetish/conquest to be had in being with a black girl or a plus-size woman? (I have to say if it's this much of a fetish or fantasy, what's to keep you once the excitement has worn off when I'm invested in you and you don't feel the same way)
• When did it dawn on people to classify beauty? (You're cute for a big girl is a backhanded compliment, that is really just a backhanded slap in the face)
• I'm a slut for sleeping with you on the first date, so what does that make you?
• If I told you I never stopped loving you, would you feel the same way? (the way we talk still, makes me feel like you would say yes)

Spring is in the Air...

It is that time of year, where the weather warms up and the cheating begins. Temptation is at an all time high because the winter clothes are being put away and the mini skirts and short shorts are coming out. well let me stop, because plenty of good can come from this season as well. Something about Jesus, Easter eggs, and a bunny, I don't know, something like that. This season also brings the beginning of beautiful weather and cheerful personalities. So have fun making new loves, and having amazing sex.

I Am An Enigma...

I am a hell of a lot of work. I am time consuming, aggravating, frustrating, and vexing. I embody some of the worst qualities that are associated with being a woman. I am emotional, unstable and crazy. I accomplish all this while still be caring, nurturing, forgiving, and understanding. I am sexy, beautiful, cute and appealing. I possess the characteristics that would allow me to be a great wife, mother, and support system to my relationship. Yes I am damn complex, but I make it look good and balance it in heels. I work hard now, so I don't have to later. I put my career goals ahead of relationships. I put friends ahead of potentials. To make my point clear, no body is perfect, no woman especially, but I am giving you full disclosure. I am amazing to love, hard to hate and impossible to forget. That's what makes me such a strong woman, so why would I waste my time with someone that doesn't give a shit about themselves enough to ask for the best in them, but expect it from others. If you can't handle my worst qualities, what makes me strong enough to handle my great ones