Bravery at its Finest!!

 Oh this is just WRONG on all accounts, but it's soooo hilarious! 

 Check out the guy's face on the left right.....

Lmao!!

Strip tease gone terribly wrong......

Let's just say, that would be the end of that "Shitty" date............ lol!!

Check it out!

Sign up now? Really? Blanche Lincoln......

Why on earth would I want to sign up??

This was an ad that popped up on the side of my Facebook profile. MY FACEBOOK PROFILE!! Do you see anything wrong here? 

Okay, who predominately uses Facebook? I said predominately. Young people, right? So, tell me why this advertisement would have any relevance to the majority of facebook users. It wouldn't!! Seriously, who's doing her viral marketing because its not giving any YOUNG person (Pre senior-citizen age) a reason to vote for her. Yeah, you can help my grandma out, but SERIOUSLY can you do anything for me? Like find me a J.O.B!! Sheesh!! Lol! Let me do your marketing and advertising, I'll get young people to vote for you!!

Okay, I'm finished. I just had to get that off my chest. Teehehehe.

And there goes your career......

What are your thoughts on Dr. Laura's racial rant on the radio? Is it ever okay to use the N-word? What does Obama have to do with this? Hypersensitivity? Hmmm......Check it out for yourself. Let me know what your thoughts are.

Sincerely Me

"Please Stay"

Love this song by Anthony Hamilton "Please Stay".......................

Babydaddy...ooops I mean "Babyfather"

Usually, I don't like Sade's music because it makes me feel depressed. Okay, maybe depressed isn't the right word, but her songs remind me of a cold, boring, rainy, leaves on the ground, dismal Saturday. Alright, so maybe it's not that bad. Sorry Sade!! Nevertheless, I absolutely love her song "Babyfather".  I know it was released back in May of this year, but I still love it. You gotta check it out if you haven't heard or seen the video yet...


*SIDE NOTE #1: The father of her child (You know you want to say it too....baby daddy) is from Jamaica! Hence, the video being recorded in Jamaica.*
*SIDE NOTE#2:  Doesn't she look great?! WOW!*

SINCERELY ME

Memories that Will Last a Lifetime.

Spoke to my good friend, a few days ago, from New Zealand and thought about all the good times we had in Japan. I miss those times and her tons. Awww.........the memories!!

“Laugh as much as you breathe and love as long as you live.”

~Unknown~

My New Favorite

My cousin recently had me try this inexpensive wine and I absolutely loved it. I think I tried it before, but never knew the name of it. Hmm....Anyway, I would definitely recommend this wine if you enjoy sweet wines with flavors of peaches and other fruits. It reminds me somewhat of a sparkling type of wine, but you've got to try it for yourself. It's great!!

What’s Your Sexual Sweet Spot? (Enter the Dream Lover)

This is a re-post from this guys blog called "Naked With Socks On" it's an award-winning site. You gotta go check it out.  He touches on various topics from sex and relationships to music and entertainment to politics and technology. Not to mention,  his work has also appeared in Essence Magazine. 

Sorry fellas, this post will probably not interest you at all, but it's okay because it's not meant for you. Sorry! Lol! Read at your own discretion ladies......Enjoy!!! 

A MUST READ!!

WORDS BY APB 

I could feel myself dragging as I walked into the house. My roommate, Darrius, was in the kitchen eating chips.

“Hey,” he said, nonchalantly.

“Hey, back,” I replied wearily, as I dragged my tired body up the stairs to my room without uttering another word.

Darrius and I were longtime buddies who shared a spot along the lakefront for over a year. His attributes were ones that many women would love…

Smooth, dark brown skin.

Big, strong hands, complimented by sculpted pecs, a narrow waist, succulent lips and a great ass…

He was undeniably attractive. Our relationship, however, was “agreeably platonic.”
Sigh.

Taking a long, refreshing shower with my favorite coconut and hibiscus body gel, I felt rejuvenated. As I wrapped my towel around myself, I watched myself in the bathroom mirror for a moment before heading back to my room. I closed the door behind me out of habit. It was our common courtesy Darrius and I shared with each other. No need for any obscene surprises.

Feeling relaxed, I slipped into my bed, clean and with absolutely nothing on. Sleeping in the nude was not an unusual occurrence for me due to our closed-door policy.

“What dream fantasy am I going to pull from my Rolodex tonight?” I thought to myself. “It has to be a rerun… I’m too tired to be creative.”

After a moment, I selected “The Man.”

“The Man” is a 5’11” male fantasy I created about a year ago after watching a neighbor-next-door adult movie with Darrius. He was dark brown and clean from head to toe—shaved head, groomed goatee, and long, strong fingers.

“The Man” was always a pleaser.

He wore the sexiest red Calvin Klein trunks and I needed his dick tonight.

I closed my eyes.

His exquisite scent announces his arrival. I can smell his natural essence before I even see, touch or taste him. It’s a combination of clean and male musk. I inhale deeply to drink him in.

The closer he got to the bed, the more intoxicating his scent became. I shift my body on the mattress as he places the weight of his right knee on the edge of the bed before positioning the rest of his body next to mine.

“The Man” was a man of few words.

He was all action.

I wiggled my toes in delight as he brushed his fingers over my soles, caressing them. Softly, he kissed each toe with his wet, soft lips, while his thumbs made tiny circles on my insoles. He was preparing to creep up my legs to explore my awaiting canyon.

I moaned, beckoning him to continue.

Surely, he could hear the tsunami that was creating a whirlwind between my legs.

Without a word, “The Man” lifted my left foot to his mouth. Tenderly, he sucked my toes…

One.

By.

One.

I gasped in approval.

My feet were my sweet spot and he knew this. After ensuring that each toe on my left side received his undivided attention, he switched to the right foot with ease.

He placed my big toe into his mouth and began to suck…

Back.

And…

Forth.

Back.

And…

Forth.

I wasn’t ready for the sensation.

Just when I thought I was going to explode, he stopped and ran his tongue over the underside of my foot. The feel of his mouth against my skin made me want his tongue elsewhere.

“The Man” had skills.

I tried to remove my foot from his grasp, but his grip was too strong for me. He was on task and he aimed to please—from bottom to top. I tugged again and this time I got his attention. He released his hold and stared at me, lustfully.
His look let me know that he was in command and he would release my foot when he damn well pleased.

My hands clawed at the sheets.

“The Man” shifted gears and ran his tongue upward, along my left ankle. He lingered for a moment, making sure to caress the inner area. While gripping my calves, his tongue trailed up my left calf to the bend in my knee. He made tiny circles with the tip of his tongue as he simultaneously massaged my calves with his strong fingers.

“It would be rude to thrust my lust into his face, right?” I grinned.

He sensed my eagerness, but chose to let me squirm. He figured my right ankle and leg were jealous, so he turned his attention to my other side and retraced his steps. Rude or not, I scooted down in the bed and openly revealed my canyon.

The turmoil that was going on inside required a remedy.

Not to be swayed, he ignored my advance. I wanted him to lick me dry, but he had other plans.

Again, without a word, “The Man” looked up into my eyes. I smiled, straightened my legs and lifted my head from the pillow, looking down at him.

Finally…

He slid up from his position and bent his head down to lick my wetness. His tongue made me shutter in delight.

Just as I was about to revel in my glory, he took his index finger, and explored the entrance to my love cave. He entered slowly, making sure that I could feel the grooves of his finger as it traced my walls.

I quivered at his touch.

I wanted to be eaten but this…

Oh…

But…

This felt…

So…

Damn…

Good.

His finger fully inside me, he slowly moved it in and out, making sure to massage my G-spot gingerly.

My hips synced to his rhythm and we began to make beautiful music.
Without warning, he took his middle finger and began to rub the bridge between my canyon and back door. The sensation of his fingers against my warm, wet walls were building up to a feverish crescendo.

I had to stop it now.

I wanted his body to envelope me…

Cover me…

Overtake me.

I wanted to be chest to breast with my legs circling his waist, while I sucked his lips, neck and nipples and he reciprocated.

Reluctantly, I stopped moving my hips and tweaked his nipple with my hand, pulling upward to indicate my intent. He slowly removed his finger out of my canal, stopped rubbing my bridge, and glided up my body.

Once face-to-face, I outlined his mouth with my tongue.

He parted his lips ever so slightly, allowing me to slip my tongue into his hot, waiting mouth. Our tongues met and began a slow grind…

Sliding, up and down…

Exploring, every nook and cranny.

The dance suddenly became a wild tango. I could tell by the growing bulge in his trunks that “he was at full attention and sought entrance into my canyon.

“The Man” removed his trunks in one swift motion—releasing the dick that I had been longing for. I acted as if I didn’t recognize his desire to now enter me as I remained focused on his tongue, but I could feel that he was determined to have his way with me. I took my left hand and found him.

He was hard as a rock and my hand was too small to encircle his dick’s circumference. I slowly ran my thumb over the underside, over the head and finally the tip. Then, I grasped the base, spread my legs and granted his admittance.

“The Man” removed my hand and held both hands above my head with his. He tried to enter me with little force, but to his surprise his access was halted. The gates to heaven had not been opened in a while so someone of his size would require a little work on his part.

He tried again.

Though well lubricated, my gates would not relent.

He kept my hands above my head with his left hand and took his right hand to assist. I could feel his hand as he took his dick and placed it directly at the rim of my entrance.

This time…

He was triumphant.

“The Man” was packing and I had to shift my hips to accept him. He absolutely engulfed me and it felt amazing in spite of my space limitations. Realizing my restrictions, “The Man” began a slow, methodical stroke.

In…

And out.

In…

And around.

He moved; making sure I received his full attention.

Electricity ran through my entire body as he moved up and down, gently touching my spot and then back down again.

“The Man” kissed my forehead.

My eyelids.

My neck.

My lips.

He slipped his tongue into my ear and pinned me down so that my squirming would not interfere with his rhythm.

He lifted my ass and delivered short, deliberate strokes—back and forth. He hit my G-spot each time while toying with my back door with his little finger.

“The Man” was going to make me cum and he was leaving no orifice unattended.
After the combination of caressing my G-spot, tonguing my ear, and fingering my ass, my toes curled, my back arched and I quivered in a great orgasmic response.

Damn…

My alarm clock flashed, at the unwelcome hour of 6am.

“Already?” I grumbled. “I’m still exhausted.”

I slowly rose to get my bearings. My sheets were a little rumpled and damp from last night’s excitement.

“Wow, that was some vivid fantasy,” I thought to myself. But I shouldn’t be all that surprised, as “The Man” never disappoints.

Still flushed with excitement, I stood up to adorn my robe before making my morning coffee. As I covered myself, I noticed that my door was ajar and I could see across the hall into Darrius’ bedroom. He was sprawled across his bed snoring in his red Calvin Klein trunks.

The End!

So, could you have a roommate of the opposite sex that you were attracted to...........

Need an Ashtray to Put that Cigarette Out?

DO YOU SEE..........

How creative is this.....I love it!!

Can you do it?

Stare at the central point (plus sign +) of the black and white picture, for at least 30 seconds and then look at a wall near you. You will see a bright spot, blink a few times, and what do you see? Or even who do you see?

Sincerely Me

Love Hate Relationship

(Sorry.......I wrote this post last week sometime and never got around to publishing it. Nevertheless, enjoy.)

As you probably already know, I am back from NYC. I know, but.....while I was there, I had no time to blog. Sorry!! Nevertheless, I am here to update you on my trip. Now, despite the circumstances (the funeral), the overall trip was pretty good. I had fun. I met tons of Alex's family members, all of which were very nice.

On our way to Jersey and N.Y.C in the background

Now let's see, where shall I start? Well, I got to take the N.Y.C metro. I hated it!! It was scary. I just felt like it was very unsafe and anything could pop off at any given point in time. I guess it takes awhile to get use to. It was definitely nothing like the train system in Japan. However, there was one good thing, the trains weren't as crowded as the ones in Japan.

So, tell me why...................Alex and I are on the train and this guy, on the other end, has a t'shirt full of SOMETHING!!! YES SOMETHING!! Not to mention, there's quite a bit of commotion down that end of the train also. So, the guy decides he wants to walk up to our end of the train, with this t'shirt full of "SOMETHING". Now, as the guy proceeds towards us, he is stumbling and crashing into folks and talking to whatever is inside this t'shirt. At this point, Alex and I are looking at each other like, "What the hell?" Well. (And yes I did just put a period after "Well") Low and behold, it's a t'shirt full of FREAKING SNAKES!! I NEARLY DIED!! OH YES. SNAKES!!! (Well, honestly I don't know if it was more than one snake or not, but he was carrying it like it was either (a.) A Big Snake or (b.) Tons of snakes. I guess it really doesn't matter. He had a SNAKE on the subway. Who does that?!)

After this experience I realized  New York and I could never work out. Vacation? Yes. Living? No. So, after all of this I came up with a my top 10 reason why, I could never live in NYC.....

Reason #1- Very dirty. Trash and sanitation is ridiculous....

Reason #2- Waaaayyy too many homeless people. What the hell is their government doing or not doing? Get these folks in a shelter.

Reason # 3- I couldn't figure out if I was in the hood or not. Everything looked a little ghetto-ish to me. Sorry New Yorkers!!

Reason #4- The roads are absolutely horrible

Reason # 5- Everyone looks angry. Okay, maybe not everyone, but the majority. Can you blame them though? 

Reason #6- Cost of living is waaayyy too high.

Reason # 7- I felt unsafe and safety is on the top of my priority list.

Reason #8- From what I've heard, rats are a big problem and rats and I could never cohabitate. Sorry!!

Reason #9- Too much noise. When I go home, I want to go home to peace and quiet. Not boom boom booming coming from a party down the street.

Reason #10- Would never feel like home.


Okay. So yes, I may have been a little over the top, just an incy wincy bit with my list. However, this is strictly my opinion, I  know that New York is for some people. JUST NOT FOR ME!!  For instance, my best friend loves N.Y.C. Now, like I said before, I can visit N.Y.C, but I can't live in N.Y.C.  I will definitely visit my BF when she moves out there, but that will be all I'll be doing.

I think it takes a certain type of character to live there. Maybe, it's not even a certain character, but you have to have some type of purpose to want to live there. I feel like people who aspire to move to New York, it's because they have a personal mission or a goal they have to achieve. Because it's definitely not a place you can look at and say, "This is home". However, I could be wrong, BUT I'm entitled to my opinion, right?

Sincerely Me

No Infringing

MAKING MY DIFFERENCE MY TRADEMARK 

And so the Journey Begins..

Lately ( for about 3 months),  I have been doing tons and tons of research on hair/hair products. I am very interested in the process it takes to retain length and maintain healthy hair. With that being said, I have decided to go on a HAIR JOURNEY........ YEP, A HAIR JOURNEY!! I am really excited and I am anticipating great results within a year. After much research and seeing other ladies progress, I am convinced it's time for me to start my own healthy hair regimen.

Bra Strap Length (BSL)

My goal is to have Bra Strap Length (BSL) hair by next year this time. I know for a fact, I have not been doing all that it takes to maintain my hair and unfortunately my hair has suffered tremendously this year. As a result, I am starting a strict regimen to combat this issue. From hair here on out, I will probably be posting quite a bit on my "Hair Journey" and updating you on my progress.

Currently, I am about 2 1/2 months post my relaxer. I plan on stretching this relaxer out for about 6 months. WHEW! I know! Seriously though, my hair can usually go without a relaxer for months, so I think I can manage. However, still keep your fingers crossed lol!! Now, the main reason for stretching my relaxer out is to use less harsh chemicals on my hair and to increase the thickness of my strands. Anyway, as my journey to BSL continues, I promise to keep you posted.

My Regimen

(In my next post, I will go over what all this means. I feel sleepy tonight and can't be bothered. Sorry.)

• 1x/week (Sunday or Monday) Pre-poo my hair
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• 1-2x/month Clarify
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• 1x/week (Monday) Shampoo (Sulfate Free)
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• 2x/week (Monday & Thursday) Deep Condition (DC)
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• 1/week (Thursday) Co-wash  
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• Daily Moisturize and seal hair in sections  
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• 1-2x/month Protein treatment
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• Baggy hair whenever I am at home
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• Air dry hair
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• Leave in Conditioner after every wash

I know this may sound confusing and like I am doing a lot to my hair, but honestly it's not. I will go into more details in my next post. 

*Sincerely Me*

Body Art...

Neat-o

Feeling like Napoleon today...

It's Matte

Do you remember me previously talking about Matte Nail Polish? Well, my best friend went to Atlanta recently and bought me a bottle. Woo Hoo!! Anyway, I painted my nails a few days ago, but they started to look a horrid mess, so I repainted them last night. Unlike the polish I talked about a few months ago, this polish has a little hint of shine to it. However, I still love it.

Sincerely Me