Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Liquor, Visitors & Master Bating
I went to Louisville and had a relatively good time. Casual and relaxed.
He wanted me to go to a work function and I packed for it…but thought about it and was like…I don’t want to meet his friends or his family…coworkers included. I came to spend time with him, not everyone connected with him.
It was a lazy weekend. He took me out to the country, I mean the very middle of the country in Kentucky and 2 hours later, we are at the...
We took a tour and got to dip our own bottles in red wax. I thought it was cool even though the only time I drank Makers Mark was when I was out with my boss and I was trying to impress him when I ordered my drink neat. He was impressed and me…well my throat burned like I had poured acid down it and my stomach felt like hell in the pit of my belly.
I left that Monday and realized that this was probably going to be a return trip because I realize that I like country life. Or at least I think I do. I liked Charlotte or maybe I liked who was in Charlotte. I liked Charlotte…I think. I think I liked the thought of Charlotte. I like the thought of a country guy, a southern man.
I was back in NYC for 2 days before California came to New York. I wasn’t prepared. It was an ex that came for a “meeting” for his job. He was here Wednesday thru Monday. He stayed at my place 2 days and again…I wasn’t prepared. I don’t get how you love someone practically 20 years later. I don’t get it. I know he had grandiose visions of he and I getting back together. I’d heard him year after year telling me he still loved me…but I didn’t believe it. It’s exhausting trying to maintain a friendship with someone that wants to be your life-mate.
And finally…we come to Sexy Chocolate aka Just Chocolate.
I think I may be in some sort of infatuated state with him. I want him to want me the way I want him. Which is contradictory to the fact that I don’t think he is good for me.
But then…didn’t we all know I would say something like that.
Don’t we all know that I can’t equate myself with thinking I deserve some sort of wonderful instead of giving out my wonderfulness in bits and pieces to random ass.
Not really a question…no need to give your buck 76…lol
So tonight I had a date with someone that…might be ok to spend some time with. He is from Eygpt. His name is Mohamed, with Barack’s middle name. When I got into his car, he was playing Hall & Oats. I liked him for that. No rap, no smooth jazz, no crying R&B…
…I have some TMI info.
I don’t masturbate…nearly as much as I should.
Now, I do have “items” that encourage self pleasure…and let’s say I pulled one out this afternoon…
I turned down some quality poncha Friday night from the SOS…(I am somewhat holding out for Sexy Chocolate)…and I also had California in town…so why am I breaking out my “items” when I had the real life thing in my home? Well…
Right now I am just not in the mood for having a man inside of me. I haven’t had sex since…the last time I had sex.
So...I self pleasured today.
I had the strongest orgasm I have had in …ever…so intense…that is gave me a headache.
Now that is pitiful.
I am about to sex someone up soon…’cause masturbating to the point that it gives headaches is totally counter-productive.
The strain on my neck and head were so bad I was about to throw away my bullet. Almost. Not quite.
Bloomingdale’s has put up their Christmas windows. The tree at Rockefellar is up but not lit yet.
He wanted me to go to a work function and I packed for it…but thought about it and was like…I don’t want to meet his friends or his family…coworkers included. I came to spend time with him, not everyone connected with him.
It was a lazy weekend. He took me out to the country, I mean the very middle of the country in Kentucky and 2 hours later, we are at the...
We took a tour and got to dip our own bottles in red wax. I thought it was cool even though the only time I drank Makers Mark was when I was out with my boss and I was trying to impress him when I ordered my drink neat. He was impressed and me…well my throat burned like I had poured acid down it and my stomach felt like hell in the pit of my belly.
I left that Monday and realized that this was probably going to be a return trip because I realize that I like country life. Or at least I think I do. I liked Charlotte or maybe I liked who was in Charlotte. I liked Charlotte…I think. I think I liked the thought of Charlotte. I like the thought of a country guy, a southern man.
I was back in NYC for 2 days before California came to New York. I wasn’t prepared. It was an ex that came for a “meeting” for his job. He was here Wednesday thru Monday. He stayed at my place 2 days and again…I wasn’t prepared. I don’t get how you love someone practically 20 years later. I don’t get it. I know he had grandiose visions of he and I getting back together. I’d heard him year after year telling me he still loved me…but I didn’t believe it. It’s exhausting trying to maintain a friendship with someone that wants to be your life-mate.
And finally…we come to Sexy Chocolate aka Just Chocolate.
I think I may be in some sort of infatuated state with him. I want him to want me the way I want him. Which is contradictory to the fact that I don’t think he is good for me.
But then…didn’t we all know I would say something like that.
Don’t we all know that I can’t equate myself with thinking I deserve some sort of wonderful instead of giving out my wonderfulness in bits and pieces to random ass.
Not really a question…no need to give your buck 76…lol
So tonight I had a date with someone that…might be ok to spend some time with. He is from Eygpt. His name is Mohamed, with Barack’s middle name. When I got into his car, he was playing Hall & Oats. I liked him for that. No rap, no smooth jazz, no crying R&B…
…I have some TMI info.
I don’t masturbate…nearly as much as I should.
Now, I do have “items” that encourage self pleasure…and let’s say I pulled one out this afternoon…
I turned down some quality poncha Friday night from the SOS…(I am somewhat holding out for Sexy Chocolate)…and I also had California in town…so why am I breaking out my “items” when I had the real life thing in my home? Well…
Right now I am just not in the mood for having a man inside of me. I haven’t had sex since…the last time I had sex.
So...I self pleasured today.
I had the strongest orgasm I have had in …ever…so intense…that is gave me a headache.
Now that is pitiful.
I am about to sex someone up soon…’cause masturbating to the point that it gives headaches is totally counter-productive.
The strain on my neck and head were so bad I was about to throw away my bullet. Almost. Not quite.
Bloomingdale’s has put up their Christmas windows. The tree at Rockefellar is up but not lit yet.
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I have to agree that the last paragraph was a little TMI (blushing). Laughing at your crying R&B comment.... You know when I think about it, that is sad commentary for the state of today's R&B.
i like Louisville and all the different ways its pronounced, you can get a whiskey in Louisville to mark all the different ones you try..and then of course you can get a personalized Louisville Slugger which I should have gotten and my favorite was the Muhammed Ali Museum.
@KS: You know how I do...always TMI.
@AJ: I wanted to get a slugger but he said...he's saving that for the next visit. Stringing me along.
Makers Mark spells whisky without the E...apparently it originated from the Scottish and that's how they spell it.
Another FYI, if you ever run across a Makers Mark bottle with GOLD wax...snag it, it's valuable. Also, the bottles that are 50% or more covered in red wax. Not valuable but rare.
Not for nothing, I didn't know that M. Ali was raised there. I found out thru their version of Empire State of Mind.... I'm from Louisville, K-Y...LMAO
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@AJ: I wanted to get a slugger but he said...he's saving that for the next visit. Stringing me along.
Makers Mark spells whisky without the E...apparently it originated from the Scottish and that's how they spell it.
Another FYI, if you ever run across a Makers Mark bottle with GOLD wax...snag it, it's valuable. Also, the bottles that are 50% or more covered in red wax. Not valuable but rare.
Not for nothing, I didn't know that M. Ali was raised there. I found out thru their version of Empire State of Mind.... I'm from Louisville, K-Y...LMAO
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