Monday, September 11, 2006
Divine Intervention
I was feeling horny all day Sunday, from 5AM. Laying next to a hot body and liking the way he moves his fingers....but he wasn't getting any ass. Yea, I know it's kinda scandoulous for me to let this man play in the Bloopty theme park when I had no intention of letting him ride the Thriller Fantastica {as I like to call it} Yet he knows how this plays out...he's been here before...many times.
I was horny at brunch...horny doesn't explain to you...what I was feeling. So as he was handing me one of his grapes.... I took it and before I ate it... I leaned over and said "I want to suck your dick and make you cum and lick it off the head"... then I sucked the grape in my mouth with a big "pop"... He just stared at me. Then he said "fuck"...and got up and went to the bathroom. LOL I ain't sucking his dick and he knows it... I guess he went and did what he had to do.
Yea, I know I am a bastard step child for that move...oh well. We spent the whole weekend together... All and all... I must have held on to that mans dick a thousand times ...like it was mine. Actually...it is... so why should I rush making the get down....go down? He'll be there, right?
Now, there is alot of sexual tension in my home. This man has been in my space for a month too long...thing about it it, the day after I stopped seeing Jersey... Yahmony spent the night. Matter of fact, I still had Jersey's toothbrush in the toothbrush holder. Come to think of it... I still had The Itch's toothbrush in the holder for the first 2 weeks Jersey was coming over... Hmmm Oh well, like I always say...there is never a shortage of men in NYC. Either way, Yahmony doesn't ahve a toothbrush and he has been staying at the house for the past 4 weeks...3 weeks I started to give him one of the cheap ones I keep under the sink...but decided that he needs to bring his own.
Funny how I have these set of rules that are ever changing depending on the person. It's like I am emphatic about certain protocal. It's all ass-backwards but damn me if I don't follow the Bloopty code... Oh well
He get's no toothbrush and no ass! That's final and for the most part...true. For the most part.
Back to me being horny as hell... I was! Is! Am! I wanted a dick in my mouth and I wanted to make sure that every single tastebud on my tongue felt the smooth but hard surface of a nice MANLY size dick...LOL I was so horny that while we were shopping in Se.phora's...I smelled P.olo Bl.ue and my cooch tightened up and I got wet...right there...taking in the aroma of what Ralph had made... I sat through my Dutch Apple cheesecake @ the factory with my sunshine flowing down rays of liquid heat.... I was so horny that I slipped out of Co.mpU.SA to run over to T.arg.et to by a small bottle of baby oil...so as soon as we were back in the car heading down Br.onx R.iver.... I leaned over and pulled out his soilder and gave him a welcoming hand salute to his magnificents... ::Secret Chinese Handshake in the car:: Wasn't the easiest....but I was needing the feel of cock in me...even if "in" me meant between my hands rather than my legs.
We took his 3 kids to the movie last night... I wanted to do what I normally do when I go to the movies...snake my hand around and just hold his... like it's mine. Couldn't. Didn't.
On the ride home I am thinking... tonight is the night. This muthafucka is gon' know what Bloopty is all about.
I got in the house and told him to take a shower first. I went about trying to set the ambiance... I went to silence my cell when I noticed I had a text message {musta gone off when I was in the movies and the phone was on vibrate}... It was a text from my "friend" in California.
Message read: Still thinking about that thang! You do!
Now granted, that wasn't much of a text...and certainly not that much on strong word usage...but...
LE...well LE is the first man I EVER actually "got at". The first one I ever walked up to and gave my number to. The first one that I ever felt...intimidated by. From the first moment I saw this man...I wanted him...and fate directed him to me...literally... it was a situation where you see someone and you HAVE to make the most of it or you know it will go down in the books as the one you "shoulda, woulda, coulda" got/have. I of course let fate take a backseat to Bloopty's hardness and he walked right out the doors of possibility. AND THEN...and then....I saw him 2 days later while I was shopping at the mall. It took 30 minutes of my bestfriend pumping my courage up to go up to him and stumble over my ill-rehearsed "tryna really get at a brotha" tactics. I fumbled my way through that 3 minute conversation...put my number (that I had already written down) on the table and not in his hand.
This is the guy that helped me get over L {from August 29th's post}... I hadn't seen him in almost 3 years. I saw him when I went home for Labor day. The text was just Divine Intervention...him putting thoughts in myhead of another man...a mo' betta man...
He made whatever thoughts of me putting Yahmony's dick in places it shouldn't be...out the window...so Yahmony's hopes were dashed again... There is still hope for him still... we are heading to South Carolina this weekend.
I was horny at brunch...horny doesn't explain to you...what I was feeling. So as he was handing me one of his grapes.... I took it and before I ate it... I leaned over and said "I want to suck your dick and make you cum and lick it off the head"... then I sucked the grape in my mouth with a big "pop"... He just stared at me. Then he said "fuck"...and got up and went to the bathroom. LOL I ain't sucking his dick and he knows it... I guess he went and did what he had to do.
Yea, I know I am a bastard step child for that move...oh well. We spent the whole weekend together... All and all... I must have held on to that mans dick a thousand times ...like it was mine. Actually...it is... so why should I rush making the get down....go down? He'll be there, right?
Now, there is alot of sexual tension in my home. This man has been in my space for a month too long...thing about it it, the day after I stopped seeing Jersey... Yahmony spent the night. Matter of fact, I still had Jersey's toothbrush in the toothbrush holder. Come to think of it... I still had The Itch's toothbrush in the holder for the first 2 weeks Jersey was coming over... Hmmm Oh well, like I always say...there is never a shortage of men in NYC. Either way, Yahmony doesn't ahve a toothbrush and he has been staying at the house for the past 4 weeks...3 weeks I started to give him one of the cheap ones I keep under the sink...but decided that he needs to bring his own.
Funny how I have these set of rules that are ever changing depending on the person. It's like I am emphatic about certain protocal. It's all ass-backwards but damn me if I don't follow the Bloopty code... Oh well
He get's no toothbrush and no ass! That's final and for the most part...true. For the most part.
Back to me being horny as hell... I was! Is! Am! I wanted a dick in my mouth and I wanted to make sure that every single tastebud on my tongue felt the smooth but hard surface of a nice MANLY size dick...LOL I was so horny that while we were shopping in Se.phora's...I smelled P.olo Bl.ue and my cooch tightened up and I got wet...right there...taking in the aroma of what Ralph had made... I sat through my Dutch Apple cheesecake @ the factory with my sunshine flowing down rays of liquid heat.... I was so horny that I slipped out of Co.mpU.SA to run over to T.arg.et to by a small bottle of baby oil...so as soon as we were back in the car heading down Br.onx R.iver.... I leaned over and pulled out his soilder and gave him a welcoming hand salute to his magnificents... ::Secret Chinese Handshake in the car:: Wasn't the easiest....but I was needing the feel of cock in me...even if "in" me meant between my hands rather than my legs.
We took his 3 kids to the movie last night... I wanted to do what I normally do when I go to the movies...snake my hand around and just hold his... like it's mine. Couldn't. Didn't.
On the ride home I am thinking... tonight is the night. This muthafucka is gon' know what Bloopty is all about.
I got in the house and told him to take a shower first. I went about trying to set the ambiance... I went to silence my cell when I noticed I had a text message {musta gone off when I was in the movies and the phone was on vibrate}... It was a text from my "friend" in California.
Message read: Still thinking about that thang! You do!
Now granted, that wasn't much of a text...and certainly not that much on strong word usage...but...
LE...well LE is the first man I EVER actually "got at". The first one I ever walked up to and gave my number to. The first one that I ever felt...intimidated by. From the first moment I saw this man...I wanted him...and fate directed him to me...literally... it was a situation where you see someone and you HAVE to make the most of it or you know it will go down in the books as the one you "shoulda, woulda, coulda" got/have. I of course let fate take a backseat to Bloopty's hardness and he walked right out the doors of possibility. AND THEN...and then....I saw him 2 days later while I was shopping at the mall. It took 30 minutes of my bestfriend pumping my courage up to go up to him and stumble over my ill-rehearsed "tryna really get at a brotha" tactics. I fumbled my way through that 3 minute conversation...put my number (that I had already written down) on the table and not in his hand.
This is the guy that helped me get over L {from August 29th's post}... I hadn't seen him in almost 3 years. I saw him when I went home for Labor day. The text was just Divine Intervention...him putting thoughts in myhead of another man...a mo' betta man...
He made whatever thoughts of me putting Yahmony's dick in places it shouldn't be...out the window...so Yahmony's hopes were dashed again... There is still hope for him still... we are heading to South Carolina this weekend.
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