When you're ready..

Tell me you want me
Show me you can handle it

Tell me I'm beautiful
Show me off in public

Tell me all the naughty things you want to do to me
Show me you can follow through

Tell me you want to be with me
Show me that you can be

Tell me your dreams, desires, and goals
Show me how I fit in that plan so we can grow

Tell me how I can support you
Show me you can support me

But don't just Tell me, Show me.

Real Talk...

What you fail to realize is that loyal pussy is rare now a days, as well as loyal dick. Your biggest issues of relationships is trust, so why would you treat a loyal chick like a bitch that doesn't know any better. When you slip up, cop out, and make excuses, someone that won't do that is always right around the corner. Waiting patiently for you to fuck up and pick up the broken pieces of heart. So sit there, mind your business, but when they leave your ass, you won't need to wonder why, cause I just told you.

My Nigga...

oh wait I forgot its black history month, and far too many self appointed negros have an opinion on what I can or can't say even though I was given the right to freedom of speech after my people fought for them. So get off your soap box and your high horses just because it is February and you know how to read  few facts that have been recycled since I was in grade school. I don't need your high and mighty bullshit, when you listen to the same comedians, actors and rappers as I do any other time of year. Spare me your hypocritical bullshit and let me live my life.

Thanks,
From Management

Words of Wisdom...

• Don't ever give the best of you to someone that isn't worth it, but then again if they aren't worth it, why are you dealing with them? 
• A girl has many things to offer, but if all she shares is her legs nobody will ever know that.
• Give me pause for any reason, and I'll show you how iced my heart is.
• Panties are for when you leave the house. At home you can be as free as a bird
• Beds are comfiest when its time to wake up, and rock solid when you try to fall asleep.
• Details are what make my heart go thump, thump. 
• Sensuality and openness about sexuality are on a thin line between character flaw and asset.
• Value of a friendship is the foundation on which two people grow together

Kiss Me Damnit!!

Press your lips against mine
Inhale deeply through your nose
Slide your tongue inside my mouth
As you exhale
Wrestle with the tip of my tongue
Before you leave completely
Grab onto my lip for one last embrace

Kiss me with passion,
Show me you want me
Hold me close and
Never let go.

Text me...Tease me...Please me...

You penetrate my mind with the words that flow through our shared texts and conversations. It ignites passion and stimulates my intellect. I want to feel your body in a way that transcends a physical connection.  But until that point, we need to work on a few things. Light flirting turned into a sexual blueprint of impending conquest. My juices flowing; soaking my lacy boy-shorts as I imagine the smooth touch of your shaft glide up and down over my pussy lips before you thrust inside me.
Your words are poetic in form, simple in transaction, and perfect for the moment. Boosting my libido to a point where I want to show you all the naughty tricks and tongue flicks I know I can provide. We continue to exchange sexual innuendo and intelligent raw articulation. My heart beats faster in anticipation of my lips wrapped around you, my tongue spelling out the alphabet over the tip of your dick as I look you square in the eye.
The organic conversation of a lady and a gentleman transformed into a raunchy detail of a woman with the sexual prowess of a porn star and the scarlet tales of a man with the stroke of king kong. Communications that truly engulf ones imagination turn to passion with the intimacy to back it up. The simple words, charm, and wit of someone can revolutionize the direction of a conversation making it into whatever crosses your mind.

Working on a new book concept...

Kind of really excited about it...getting me happy about writing again. As I wind down in completion of "More Than You Can Handle" this new concept comes at a perfect time. I'm little angry that I let myself get down about writing, when I know I love it so much. The struggle is real for me right now, but i won't let it break me!

Writing...a second guess on self

How do you put into words something profound without first having anything to say? As a writer, you want your voice to be heard, your message to be received, but if you feel you have nothing important to say where do you go for inspiration. Your words lack meaning and in the age of technology and information the creative mind is lost in a sea of infinite possibilities. The passion behind my words are genuine, but how do I get others to hear what I have to say when what I have to say is only dear to me?

It hurts...

On the last whim of hope I want my dying breath to be one of light.
I can tell that the love in your eyes has faded.
Breaking my heart to the last little drop.
When I breathe again in the afterlife
I know you will be standing there broken
And I will have moved on
Finally

So Sickly...

So I made a promise to myself that I would write everyday of the year, but I've been so weak and tired, all I had time and energy for was pushing play on my netflix and bundling up in my blanket for warmth. So now that I am feeling better, I am in a position to get back to posting on a regular basis. In case anyone was wondering, I'm still not sure what is wrong with my liver, but its not doing what it supposed to do. My other problem with my period should be fixed over time, but I am feeling great these days. Just a little FYI in case you didn't know :)

Just a thought...

I feel like bitter people have a deep rooted anger for the choices they have made instead of the choices people make with them. They throw outward anger because its easier than looking at themselves. With that being said you got a bunch of angry people walking around ruining other people's day because they fucked up and dated/married/loved the wrong person. The endless cycle of bitterness can only be changed once people take responsibility and hold themselves and loved ones accountable for personal action.

Boss Type: I'll treat you right...

Show Me a Good Time...

Show me you mean business, and I might give you a chance. I can't tell you how many times guys think it is acceptable to give minimal effort and expect maximum return. I'm not a cheap thrill, and I'm not looking for a come up, so show me a good time, because I can show you one. This goes above and beyond sex, because hunnie I got way more to offer than that. I make my own money, so if you're worth the time, I'll spend that dime. I look for more than lame texting and flirting back and forth. Your arrogance for how amazing you are, but all you have is a list of demands and no action plan, I don't have time for it and you will be skipped over. Taking advantage of my generosity will be spotted quick, you will be called out, and left in my dust.
So many people have lowered their standards and then wonder why nobody has anybody worth anything; which in turn forces anyone with standards to be alone until they find a unique individual that is willing to do the same. Personally I am very okay with this, I have friends and family that can hold me down till someone can show me a really good time.

Welcome to a New Year!

Most people have completed their first day of resolutions, and that's where it ends. For me, I resolve to not make any new years resolutions. If I can't start it at any point in the year, then the first of the year isn't going to make much of a difference. One of the biggest things I'm working on to improve is how often I write. This blog is going to take a little directional turn. I want it to become more of a journal without losing the charms that have made it into what it is. Just kind of a tracker of me staying committed to writing and improving my skills to get better and better. so I hope I don't lose anyone, but you can expect a lot more from me in the coming days/months/year!

Happy New Years Eve!!

While I know many of my friends are out partying it up and ringing in the new year tonight with drunken escapades, comedy shows and possibly some poor decisions that they will find joy in later, I will be at home tonight resting up from my stay at the hospital and getting better. I love and appreciate all those that called and text me while I was down for the count so to speak, and checked on my well being and made sure I was doing alright. It was most of my usual suspects and some surprises, which I am pleased about. But enough about that, it is the last day of 2012 and I am glad I made it to the end. I hope everyone enjoys their parties, cuddling, and/or shows tonight. Happy New Years and Happy Holidays!

 Before I forget, I want to wish my sister a Happy Birthday. She is an amazing woman that has a lovely husband and beautiful child. She deserves the world and more so everyone have an extra sip for her!

2012: A Reflection of the Times

Let me start out by saying I had a lot of fun this year, a lot of laughs, a lot of memories made. To the counter, I had a lot of heartache, a lot of cries, and a lot of things I wish had gone differently. So with every year ending people always make the same promises to do better, to be better, and to change completely from who they were. I'm not going to do that, because realistically I am who I am, small changes will yield big results, but 2013 for me is about improving who I am.
Some Highlights of the year:

• my beautiful energetic niece was born in my awesome month of March
• I got closer with some good friends
• I learned to let love in
• my dad and I built our relationship back up
• my sister visited a few times with the baby so I got to play and get to know her little personality
• built some great friendships on the internet (tumblr, twitter, facebook, google +, and instagram)
• had some amazing sexcapades
• random summer missions and fun adventures
• trips to San Diego

Just to name a few of the highlights of the year, these made my year worth living and I want to repeat and continue these in the coming year. I would also like to propose a little list of things I'd like to see accomplished in 2013. We will see if I can get there soon or not, but I'm putting the good vibes out there to make it happen.

• publish a book
• successfully launch my passion party business
• journal/blog much more often
• be open to more experiences in the love department and be patient
• make more memories

So 2013 lets let the good times keep on rollin!

A plaguing question...

Why is it so hard for me to let me be happy?

I messed up a situation with a potentially great guy, because I wasn't patient. But looking back at it, its hard to trust my judgement on the whole situation. To many factors to take into consideration.

• We had an understanding between us, and then feelings changed (on both ends)
• He couldn't give me what I wanted, but didn't want to let me go
• I couldn't give him what he wanted, but I didn't want to let him go
• He's still figuring himself out, and I'm good with where I am
• It hurts to think we could have done something great together

Things like this happen and my quick decision making may have shot me in the foot, but I hope it's not a wound that won't heal. It may be wobbly, but hopefully in time it will get better, but until then, I guess I suffer through my mistakes and learn from them.

Post 300!!!!!

Well it has been about 3 years since I started this blog and I have finally made it to post 300. We have shared many stories, topics of interest, and my creativity with my own sexuality. Kisses to all those that have been there since the beginning and to all those that are there now. I Love You!!

Love Always,

Dymond Diva

How do I know it's real?

My soul is tainted by the negativity run rampant in my choices.
My mind broken to the ideas of happily ever after.
My body used and abused by life, love and the journey.
My spirit gone only to be replenished by God's grace when I truly accept him.

This world doesn't always feel like we are meant to be together, so at night before I slumber, I pray that tomorrow brings clarity. My emotions and my actions being tested by what is to come, giving false hope for survival and masked by fake strength. Perseverance determined by still being alive, but if all I am is an empty shell am I really alive or am I conforming to what the world expects me to be when given life?

How do I know what's real and meant to be, when I am surrounded by fake truths and false prophets?

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"The strength of a man doesn't come from the power he can control in his muscles, it comes from the integrity of his heart and the showcase of his character. " -Dymond Diva