Ever and Ever

Have you ever been totally shocked and amazed? Have you ever exchanged digits with someone you would never? But in the end so happy that you did. Have you ever been surprised at how much you have in common with a stranger? Then found yourself addicted to their persona. Have you ever been shocked by how a the spirit of another can change you? Your soul calls to them and they ablige. Ever been amazed by how much a positive influence another can have on you? So much that you can read them from miles away. Have you ever found yourself exposed? Wide open to trying, doing, saying and participating in things you never ever imagined? Growing, evolving, learning. Ever done things you said you would never? Blossoming. Has anyone ever made you WANT to do things you said you would never? Experiment. Have you ever wanted/craved those new and unheard things to be done to you again and again and again on repeat? New found addictions. Have you ever been so sure of who are and what you about and then have a situation come in alter that? Chaos and confusion makes more appreciative of the peace. Ever had time make minor alterations that you did not give the OK for? Change is inevitable, embrace it. Ever found your once-so-sure self, not so sure? Suddenly? It's ok. Shake things up a bit. Have you ever been pulled towards or drawn to someone? Let go, it's beyond your control. Have you ever faked when you knew the real? No need, life is bigger than the physical. The presence or force that is to be will be...don't fight it. Ever been afraid of the possibilities that this could really really really be forever? and ever? There is something far more grand than you can imagine at work. Have you ever been so caught up that you couldn't think, couldn't breathe, couldn't sleep? STOP! Slow down and be sure to breathe, think and rest. It's not that serious. Have you ever been so excited to hear voice or see face? I sure hope so. Have you ever denied love and paraded around like that was not the ultimate goal? No need, it'll happen whether you want it to or not. Have you ever lost track or changed focus? Making it all work is not a loss, more of a victory; JAI! Ever tasted something new and liked it soooooo much you wanted it more than food? One should want nothing more than nourishment, unless what got you geeking for is equally fulfilling. Have you ever had someone do some pretty amazing things to you in the bedroom, so amazing you wanted to tell everyone you knew but then didn't say a word, because you can't even believe it went down or just how nasty YOU got? oh, uh uh...you betta be careful with that one. If not, what on earth are you waiting for. Get out there, promise you'll have a great time.

Feet

Many people have many different opinions about feet. The average priss attends to her toes once week; but allows no more than two weeks to pass without regularly scheduled care. It's beyond personal maintenance, more like personal hygiene. Some like to see them with French tips, some like loud colors with crazy designs and some just like them plain. Guys look great with a fresh pedi too. Some act like their feet don't need any attention at all. Clueless. Some people have a foot fetish. This desire to lick, suck and touch feet and feel aroused from this act. Some have the same fetish when it comes to getting, licked, sucked and massaged. As a youngster, I couldn't understand the sexual chemistry that can be sparked simply from licking on someones toes. As I got older and began to understand chemistry a lil more, as I grew up and started getting licked, sucked and massaged, I totally understood. Some people have no desire for feet to touch them at all. No matter how much I enjoyed when my feet were catered to, I preferred that others keep their feet as far away from me as possible. I wanted nothing to do with anyone's feet other than my own. Now..all grown up (almost) I don't care. I don't mind giving pedicures, I like to show off. I am very gentle and attentive. I do one hell of pedicure with all types of skin enriching ingredients in the water. Some people shared my sensitivity to toes. It's like ewwwwww. But I am so wild and such the exhibitionist. I dance everywhere, including the tops of counter tops and tables (at home of course) and often times I am barefoot. I got into with a guy once about walking on his counter tops. Turned into this huge argument. I didn't understand the big deal, I was practically fresh out the shower...needless to say, we no longer speak. Flash forward to the present and no, I don't have sexy feet, but I do have cute feet and toes. And cute, gets you further than sexy sometimes.I like my feet. The average person has a blemish or two and flaws & all my toes get more attention than I ever imagined. I flaunt them shamelessly too. I love to take them out and test drive new shoes. Even when you remove, the licking, sucking and massaging and just carress foot to foot. Just to lay in bed next to someone and touch feet. Just to spoon with someone and your feet are spooned in too. Just to rub ankles, feet and toes. It brings about a certain intimacy, a certain relaxation. A certain connection. A soothing, calming, put-you-bed kinda thing. Yet all the while, slightly stimulating. It can be as invigorating as a robe off the towel warmer as you step out of the best bath/shower you've ever taken in your life or it can be as sweet as the perfect cup of tea. Feet...who new.

Passions

There have been times in the life of singledom that the citizens of said state feel a sense of calm. A peaceful, serene state of mind. In this state, confidence is at its all time, success might be just what it should be at the time and everything else in between just falls into place. In this state, you are so laxed and so sure, that you feel that when it comes to the dating scene, you pretty know what to do and what to expect. You feel almost like a know-it-all (in a humble way). Nothing surprises you and you don't expect any surprises. You feel you pretty much know the procedure and how to act. That can be tranquil and trouble. It's this calm sense of knowing, that gets you caught up when someone throws a curve ball. Your guards are down and although your senses are on high alert for any minor alteration in your regularly schedule program, you still don't know exactly what to do once you are thrown off your axis. And it ain't always gotta be a love thang, or a bad thing that gets you thrown. Nah, it can be the simplest thing like sex. If sex is ever simple. At times it can be. At times it's the simple sex that gets one all caught up. You think, you've done this before and oh it's nothing to it. Even the extra gets to be kind of regular. Then you get lucky and come across the person who excites you to know end. You are once again, shocked and amazed at this wonderful sexual experience you just took part in. When it's happening, you are like "For Real?" I thought I knew this, I thought I knew that. I was so sure and so confident, I had everything under control. I knew all my fantasies. Then you come across someone who ignites new fantasies. Who introduces you to new things, things you never even imagined. To state the obvious, I am a writer. Creative juices have polluted my veins my entire life and yet and still, there are things being done to people that I have never ever heard or, read about, wrote about or seen. I am pleased to see the sexual revolution in full swing and even happier to be apart of it. To all the gentleman who are patient, kind, generous lovers. To all the ladies who are real seductresses, giving Venus and Aphrodite a run for their money. Raise a toast to those who keep it fun, exciting, adventurous and oh so comical. There should be tears or pleasure, giggles of fleeting embarrassment, a fart or queef. A toast to the real love makers, real head board knockers and bedroom rockers, the real toe curlers. You know who you are. Those of you who spend as much money on lingerie as you do real clothes. Those of you who have more toys and trinkets than Toys R Us. Raise your glass to the sexpert who is sitting next to you looking real square and quiet. He/She got a secret that would cause earthquakes. The formula to seduction, to good sex, to a wonderfully exhilarating experience is confidence, with passion, with patience and curiosity. It takes one hell of a connection. Sometimes it's not love, it's something sweeter and simpler. It's almost easy, ya know, the calm before the storm. Sometimes it's so easy and simple that it can't nothing other than love. Whether you are in love or in like. In lust or in trouble, involved or in a state of evolution, breathe and be. Let your inhibitions free and encourage them to run wild.

Beautiful Stanger

Meeting new people. For socialites, sociopaths and social butterflies alike; the high reached from meeting new people is unparalleled. It's the kick ass couple with the toddler that they address like an adult and when that fails, the resort to sign language. It's the woman standing with you in line at your fav clothing store and you not only swap new places to hang out and how to get info on the latest things happenings around town, but you swap the earrings you were going to buy because the other just suits the selected outfits much better. It's the guy you meet at the bar, who buys you a drink, engages you in great conversation, and even though he doesn't even think to get your number, you leave the encounter ever so satisfied. It's the older lady you hold the door for and the smile she gives you that warms the soul. It's the kids you slam on brakes for as they run across the street chasing a ball and you remember what it was like to be that child. Strangers. Beautiful Strangers. Thank you. The pediatric surgeon standing next to me in the bathroom at the club, noticing how well I wash my hands. The lovely group who offers you join then for drinks and a wonderful meal. Talks of politics, art, religion and even the brief conversations about nothing. Have you ever walked away from meeting someone and just been in awe afterwards. It's nice when you share a smile or a laugh with a stranger. Yes a child, you are raised (and rightfully so) not to talk to strangers. Yet as adult, unless there is reasonable doubt to suspect harm or foul play, go ahead...talk to strangers. You would be surprised the common interest that unites us as a human race. It's uncanny what you can learn from someone you would normally avoid eye contact with. When it's appropriate, extend a piece of yourself. Don't be shy. And even if you are the shy, quiet type, let others engage you. Developing strong interpersonal skills is enriching for the spirit. Never deny yourself the opportunity to gain knowledge. It's often lurking where you least expect it. And even if you don't learn anything, you might get a good giggle out of it. Appreciate differences, wallow in the new. Don't be afraid. Start small, try a simple hello to a passerby.

Curiousity

Labels are for losers. I jokingly shouted this line to a very dear friend of mine just the other day and did not realize how true the words are. How often do we judge, throw stones, act inhumane to others just because of the labels society has placed upon them? How often do we beat ourselves up fearing what others may think? It is sad that in this day and age one is more preoccupied with being judged or misunderstood than the joy and ecstasy the can receive in losing themselves. I think sprite said it best with the whole "Image is Nothing, thirst is Everything." I couldn't have said it better. It makes so much sense. The power of marketing. Some of those bigwigs really know what they're doing. But back to matter at hand, do you ever say fuck it and just do it? Not to piggy back off Monday's post but just to inquire...how risky would one be if there was no one watching? No one to judge? No one to question or sneer or look at disapprovingly. What names would you allow someone to call you or what alter ego would you take on? If you could get away with the crime, would you go through with the plot? If karma wasn't a factor, if it was just as innocent as it was taboo? Could you go all out with a fantasy or a fulfill a fetish? Could you let go of inhibitions, fears and insecurities ? Could you do it wearing a mask? You know, like acting, but a step beyond role playing. What if you could assume the character? What would it take for you, the average, run-the-mill to do the not so average? Think about it.

Confession of the Single

Successful and driven. Powerful and ambitious. Fun loving and intriguing. Alluring, captivating, mesmerizing. Provocative. Productive and God fearing. Intelligent, smart, funny, everything. So many adjectives describe the single. The sexy single. Out here doing their thing, enjoying life, seizing the moment. Spending ample time with family and friends. Some even make time to serve their God and their communities. Some do it all, really and truly. They go out to social functions and attend all types of events, go to church faithfully, hit the club, the gym and go to school and still make time to volunteer. They really, really enjoy life. They are movers and shakers, real power players. They indulge selfishly in whatever they choose. Spoiling themselves at the drop of dime with whatever their heart desires at the time. Oh, the joys of single hood. No one to nag and question your style of dress of your whereabouts. No one to inquire "Why you ain't call me back." (Note to all single people everywhere: DON'T EVER ASK THAT. ever!!!) When you're single you are privileged; whatever, whenever, where ever, however, you call the shots. All the shots. You run the show, a one-person show, staring you, featuring you, directed by you. Beautiful. Right? Sounds like the life, right? Yeah, it is, really and truly...until you work so hard at that job you love so much and there is no one to rub your back. Simple solution-hit the spa. Treat yourself to a lavish massage and a day of pampering and spoiling. Soak in a hot bath filled with oils, flower peddles, milk and honey. Light your candles, burn your incense, play your music. All that good shit. Sometimes, you just want someone to do it for you. Yeah, you can do it all alone and not miss a beat. I never miss sleeping with someone, but sometimes I miss being held after sex. I don't get lonely, but when something extra extra great happens, you want someone to tell. Someone other than your fam and friends. It's like you got your great job, money and your gurls (or your boyz). Although that doesn't define you, you still feel like damn dats everything and yet, that's all?! Sometimes, just sometimes, you want to call someone to just get laid. Those be the times you can find no one. Leaving for the club, you're thinking yes! getting dressed, you are glad no one is giving you the why-you-gotta-go-out-face or the can-I-come-with-you-face. Getting ready for the club, you ain't got no one questioning your return home or why you look and smell so fucking good. While you at the club, you dancing and not feeling guilty about flirting with this person and that. Yet when you leave the club, and you want to get fucked real real good, bc you done drank too damn much. You lookin for that after-the-club booty call. You want someone to drive your drunk ass to get something hot to eat, instead you head home and eat whatever you can find and pass out. Only to have no one to bring you a red bull and orange juice and water or make your hungover ass some breakfast. No bath water waiting for you, no shower running, warming up for you. Unless you do it for you. Doing you is great, doing for you is even better, but remember, you x you=you. NO matter, how sexy or fly. NO matter how much lingerie and sexy trinkets are purchased, if no one is there to see, it's a tad disappointing. Collecting dust; and there ain't a damn thang sexy about dust. Toys looking at you look at them, and both y'all wondering when they going get played with. How simple is it to ask for nothing, but truly want everything. Someone always catches feelings, or someone ain't available as often as the other would like. Then you realize, you don't want someone to be that available, that would turn you off and send you running (fast as hell) in the other direction. Torn. Frustrated, because you want to be able to pick up the phone and say: take me out, come over, fuck me, massage me, spoil me, pamper to me, cater to me, then leave. Or not even leave right away, just hang around until you're dismissed. It's like if you don't want a relationship, you miss out on the perks of having one. But if you allow yourself to fall in love, you surrender a certain freedom. You want, what you want, when you want it. You want others to do as their told and wait for further instructions.

Guilty Pleasure

What makes one pleasure guilty versus one that is innocent? To that I do not have the answer. Since when is being guilty, pleasurable? Does it really feel good to be bad? What defines bad? Perhaps, labeling it one or another is a pacifier of some sort. Perhaps just calling it guilty makes it somewhat tantric, sensual rather than pure. Yet words are just words and can take on different meanings given the context. Some of my guilty pleasures include shopping. Shopping for shoes (sometimes the same pair in different colors) and lingerie (never the same, in as many colors as possible). Shopping for fancy bras and cute panties. Another one includes drinking tea daily in the nude in front of the window as I write in my journal. Another includes hangin out with friends. No one takes precedence over my fam and my friends. But when we dive deeper into guilty pleasures...for some, it can be a drug or a drink. For others it's partying but a guilty pleasure or a pleasure of any sort, does not necessarily have to be a sinful thing. The want, the yearning, the craving can be sinfully delicious all on its own. Sometimes just the thought, the idea is sooooooooo ooooooooh, that one just leaves it as that. A thought. I believe that some things are just supposed to be wondered about, somethings are to remain a fantasy. Sometimes the wanting is satisfying enough. There are things I masturbate about, that I would never do. EVER. But the thought is entertaining enough. Guilty pleasures...sex. Is that a guilty pleasure or just a pleasure? If it's a sin or not has be determined by those performing the act. Of course we know all have our versions of right and wrong. We all have our own beliefs and standards, morals and interests but all good judgement and politically correct bullshit aside....Fucking for just fucks sake. Is it more or less pleasurable than when real feelings are involved? With someone you may not care too much about, there is a sense of selfishness. Room to not care, let go and give in to the purest, most self gratifying experience. On the flip sid, that can breed a lack of finesse and lack of meticulousness. In the act, attention to detail is a must; or not so if there is no emotion involved. Can one engage and TRULY not have any emotion? At all? Absolutely yes for some and absolutely not for others. For some it depends, yet, consider taking a look at all the prostitutes, pimps and customers/clients. Look at all the concubines throughout history. Yet and still, the stronger the emotion, the more sexual freedom. The more room to explore and experiment. There is a level of tact of forgiveness. There is more opportunity for patience and learning, understanding and adjusting...laughter. Embarrassment if fleeting, because there is a comfort level. A cushion of respect, is that the same when there are no emotions present? Guilty pleasure, versus carnal lust, up against primal animalistic desire is that any match for real true love?