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Kisses

The ground was wet but she was unaffected. She stepped out in sweats but she still looked beautiful. Her lounge pants hugged her ass so perfect and her pedicured toenails glistened in the moonlight. Her lips shined but when she opened her mouth to smile it was hard not to stare at her. I was dazed as she walked to the car, her hips switching to a melody that was only in my mind. She drives me nuts. She knows that shit. It kills me.

She hops in the truck. No words. Just kisses. 'Hi Daddy' she always says it with a smile. Like Im the only one she loves. Like she been waiting for me all day. She melts into the seat. Her scent fills the car. She smells like Dove soap mixed with the candy scent of her lip gloss. Her lips shine in the moonlight, hair over her face she is beautiful just like that.

'Sorry I just wore sweats but its late and you know I gotta work in the morning...' I stop her and let her know that I think she looks beautiful. I cant help my hands first her thighs. She closes her eyes and rests her head back. Lifts her hips from the seat so I can feel more. I love the way she bites her bottom lip just a little. Like she cant take the anticipation but I love teasing her. The closer my hand slides to her center the faster I hear her breathe. Her chest rising and falling. She is not wearing a bra. she knows what I like. She listens to what I like and she follows orders. She calls me Daddy. Im supposed to be in control. But Im not. I cant drive like this. I pull over.

Kisses. Kisses deep and long and hands everywhere I slip her pants down. No panties. So obedient. Not like her. She never does what I like. When I try to please her all I get is a blank stare. I love the way she does not tell me to stop. Her legs so brown in the moonlight. I kiss everywhere the moonlight allows me to see. She tastes like so clean. so fresh. So innocent. Her seat goes back. One leg on the dashboard. Im in control. But Im not. She is. Her hands are on my head guiding me. She brings her hips forward and i taste. Im addicted. I cant stop. She tastes so good. She tells me she loves it. She loves me. She shows me she appreciates me. The way she moans for me. Encourages me. Pleads with me not to stop.

Daddy..I need you...I want it Daddy...Oh SHIT Daddy Im cumming....

I want her with me. This is the reason I cant concentrate on anything else. I have control but she has all the control...

Her hips stop. She never sweats. Her forehead is damp right now in the moonlight. She closes her eyes. Breathes deep. That was...wonderful. What time is it?

1:30.

Oh shit. I gotta work in the morning....I dont want u to get in trouble at home. I almost forgot she is waiting at home.

More Kisses before I drop her off. I watch her walk up the sidewalk, rhythm pounding in my head. Her hips...She is beautiful from either way. I love her.

A song that I wrote...I know the format is all mixed up but you get the general idea lol....

Will I always just be your shoulder?
The person that you call when she doesn't do
what she said she would do?
You promised me that last time was the last time...

I never scold you.
I never tell you to wake up
that she is always gonna do this to you
I just console you and I wait.

You love her from a place
so deep in your soul
You dont make room for anyone to show you
how love is supposed to feel

But I love you from a place
so deep in my soul
and if given the opportunity
you would never hurt
cause i would love you
oh how I love you

When you come to me
I give you all the love that I have
but then you turn around
and give my love to her

I wouldnt hurt you
like she hurts you
I can promise that
But you hurt me
giving all my love to her

Its 3 in the morning
and you call me
because she hurt you
you wanna come over

My door is always open
As is my heart
I see the tears on your face
I swear I would never cause that

We curl up together
And we both drown in your tears
I hold you so tight
Because I want you so near

She dont know what she has
But to me you are a king
but im just a friend
a friend that wants to give u all u need

The sound of your laughter
is the soundtrack to my happiness
I want you to feel joy in you heart
Make you feel how much I need u

But instead of telling you
just how i feel
I just hold you closer
cause right now I know Im all that u need

You leave in the morning
with a half smile on your face
she called you
she wants to make up to you

So I wait for you
my heart in pieces
Because I know you
about to give her more
Love that I deseve

Blindfold me....part One.

The silk tie was tight around my wrists. My eyesight had been taken an hour ago but the silky satin of the bedsheets let me know that I was safe. I listened for him but I could only hear my own heartbeat. Fast and loud. I was naked. My senses were high even without use of my hands, feet or eyesight.

Click…Click…Click

I heard him coming. He still has on his work shoes. The rustling of bags in the kitchen has me excited. Hes coming for me. I cant slow my breathing. My heart is racing even faster.

No words…I just feel his hands pull at my nipple. Pain. Pleasure. Sigh. I was given strict instructions not to talk.

‘You are SO wet. Im glad your hands are tied. I don’t want you touching MY pussy.’

My body is so hot Im writing against the sheets to contain my excitement…Im waiting, Im so out of control. I want him on top of me to put out this fire that he started. But I pretend to be patient.

‘Open your mouth.’

I do it with the quickness. Waiting for whatever he wants to give me.

‘No. Tounge Out.’

I obey. What other choice do I have? I praying all this leads to satisfaction.

Pineapple. The taste is beautiful. The juice runs down, lips, chin, neck, and I can feel it puddle right between my breasts. Then his kiss.. Lips, chin, neck and he stops. I tried to kiss back but his movements were too fast. I lean up but his hand forces me back to the bed. I hear him walk away.

‘If you don’t play right, we will stop.’

I heed the warning and calm down, I still hear him walking away, he leaves my side but he does not leave the room. I want to call out for him but that is against the rules. I don’t want to stop the game.

Something hot is on my foot, Consistency smooth and thick….He takes my foot and into his mouth and licks each toe….Im sure that Im making a lake underneath me. I let out a low moan.

‘Youre allowed moans. But nothing else.’

I feel him licking his way up my leg. Planting soft kisses. Biting my thighs. I can feel his breath on my love and I want him to dive in… but he just licks softly…Im so inspired that Im on the verge of an orgasm.

‘Its not that easy. You know that.’

Working on some HOT things...

Today Im updating you guys with just a video that I am using as inspiration for my next erotic post...Enjoy and Be back soon :)

Excerpt from my untitled book.....enjoy!

I heard him walk in. He slammed the door. I hate it when he does that.

His steel toe boots hitting the wood floor annoy me. He knows that. No matter how many times I ask him to slip them off at the door, he does what he wants to do. One of the many reasons I fell in love with him. He is his own man. He does what he pleases. One of the reasons we always argue. But I excuse him because the makeup sex is more than incredible.

I smell him as he hits the doorway to our bedroom. Ugh. Funk. He’s been working second shift for the past month. Three to eleven. I’m excited he is home. I feel the moisture building as I pretend to be asleep. Bathroom light on. He turns on the shower. The mist rising in the bathroom spreads to the bedroom. The window is open and its raining outside. The sheets are thin and I feel the warm and cool air swirl over my body. Breasts first…then stomach…then legs…makes my toes tingle. When I get up, I trip over those damn boots. Cursing to myself I sit back on the bed and rub my foot. We link eyes and he smiles…oh that damn smile could cure cancer if they bottled it up. My silk robe slides over my backside as I let it hit the floor. Vanilla Jasmine candles come from under the sink…I light a few. Hit the lights and step into the shower with him.

‘How was work?’
‘Long as hell, Im hurting’
Where?’
‘My back’

I grab the body wash and squeeze it into my palms. Let it later until the bubbles are white and foamy. I stand behind him and massage circles into his back. I feel him relax…just a little. I rub wide circles until I reach his stomach. I smooth the soap over his flat stomach until I reach his V. I look over his shoulder to see him stiffen…like he is saluting me. I take it with authority and I hear him moan softly. I ask ‘did you miss me?’ ‘I always miss you bae.’ He turns to face me. Tastes my lips. ‘Oranges?’ ‘Yep. More in the kitchen if you like it.’ ‘I love it.’ We laugh. His turn. He takes the soap and repeats my process. Breasts, making tiny bubbles on my nipples, Stomach, then he reaches his hands between my thighs. One thigh at a time he rubs me down. My body is crying for his attention. I love this man. I reach in for a kiss but he picks me up, puts me under the shower and rinses the soap off. He’s down on his knees. I hold the wall to brace me and throw one leg over his shoulder. Soft wet kisses…Knees…Calfs….Thighs…I feel his tongue making his way to my center. I close my eyes tight and let the pleasure wash over me. He torments me like he loves to do when he knows I want it….slow licks his tongue catching my clit. Over and over until I don’t know if I can stand anymore…I start to lose grip in the shower. Damn soap. He wraps his hands around my waist and turns me around. Shit. My hair is wet. But then he enters me from behind. Wait. Something’s different. He’s fucking me. Hard. My head bangs against the shower relentlessly. This is new. I feel him harder in and out slamming himself into me. Like I’m water and he is trying to put his fire out. I feel the heat rising in my tummy and spreading to my legs…its almost time. He rests his head on my back. ‘Do you love me?’ I’m trying to catch my breath to give him an answer but he pulls my wet hair so hard that my neck snaps back. He is in my ear. ‘Tell me you love me.’ No emotion. Just words. Some kind of stroke to his ego. He knows that I love him. ‘No answer huh?’ He flips me around. My legs are around his waist, back to the shower. He is so deep in me that I start to cry. ‘I love you.’ There is a look in his eyes that I have never seen before. A look of fear. It makes me scared. I hear him moaning my name….Alicia…shit Alicia… And I feel his cum shoot inside of me.

He turns around. No kiss. Nothing. Something is not right. And he came in me. Something he NEVER does. He knows Im not on birth control. I rinse off and jump out. No words are spoken between us. I dry off and I feel my eyes burning. Shit. The clock says 12:45, mockingly. I know I have to be to work at 7. Shit. Shit. Shit. I slide in the bed not even picking my towel up off the floor. I wait and wait. I don’t feel him behind me. The sportscenter theme comes screaming out of the living room. ‘JAMES! I gotta go to work in the morning!’ He yells back ‘WELL SHUT THE DAMN DOOR.’

He never used to yell at me. He never used to fuck me like I was some kind of conquest. He is always slow and deliberate making sure Im satisfied before he even attempts to satisfy himself. Something is not right. I feel it in my body. Woman’s intuition I guess you can call it. Something has to be done about this….in the morning. I’m to sleepy to ask questions.

Sleep does not take long to find me. I am too tired tonight. My head heavy with the thoughts of what just went on I needed the rest. Until I hear the buzzing. Zzzz/ Zzzz. Zzzz. Stop. Zzz Zzz Zzz. My phone is off. Its not my phone. Sportscenter is still on in the living room. I check the clock. 3:45. Who the FUCK is calling my man this late? It’s like I became the black pink panther in two seconds. Leaping off the bed to the floor to his work pants where his phone is shining through the thick fabric. Text message.


‘I miss you. You always with her. I know you love her but you said you loved me too.’ ‘Tell her you working Third shift and spend the night with me.’

I drop the phone. My face drains its color. My breath is caught in my throat and I can’t breathe. My eyes burn, the tears are coming to fast to wipe. I try to stay silent so he does not hear me.

‘Mark Unread’ I push that button.

Today is my daughter's 3rd Birthday....

And I dedicate this song to her....



My daughter has showed me what it means to love anything or anyone. I feel like I was barely living. Having a child is like getting everything that you never know you wanted. Even through hard times I can always look at her know that she truly loves me unconditionally. That is a wonderful feeling...

No More Good People?? Part ONE

So today I have a kinda different subject....

THERE ARE NO GOOD MEN OR GOOD WOMEN OUT THERE...(2 part series)

Please give it a read before you judge...

Okay so Im gonna start with my ladies. I hear this all the time...there are NO good men out there... Thats why Im single.

I truly dont believe that. There are good men, men that go overlooked a lot of the time. Lets take for example my cousin, Lets call him 'Sonny'. So...Sonny is a great man. He has one biological child and basically adopted his ex's daughter as well because she has known him since birth. He works very hard to provide for his children and that in turn has left him in bad situations sometimes...(women get hungry, try to get ALL the money etc) He finished high school but got caught up in a dope boy's dream...got in some trouble but now he is cleaning his life up. He is charming, funny, polite and very lovable but he gets looked past because he works at McDonald's...please keep in mind that he is a Manager and chicks still turn their noses up. I find it funny that A woman will deal with an unemployed man that eats up all your damn food before you will deal with that....My cousin has ambition. Something a lot of men out here don't have but shoot... Chicks want that fancy shit...That man that her friends will be jealous of....

NOW on the other hand I have another male friend who will be unnamed. Pussy gets thrown at him all the damn time. I mean its crazy. He is an investor who deals in stock and bonds etc. He makes MONEY. He drives a 7 series Beamer, lives in the nice house, wears expensive shit etc etc...however He treats women like SHIT... he is an okay guy but he KNOWS he is a catch therefore he is impossible...he thinks that women owe him something...that they have to be flawless to be with him at. Its sickening really.

But lets move on. The point is.. Women. Really. We have to start taking a look at things differently. What happened to men getting points for ambition and dreams? I mean as long as he has some work behind it...Nobody expects you to get with a straight out ass loser but take a second look at that man who is working hard to get somewhere in this world....

Well Im wrapping up. Make sure you look out for part two tomorrow...

Age aint nothing but a number..

What age does a man grow up?

Let me give you a little background.

I have NEVER dated anyone close to my age. Every relationship I have ever been in the man has been 3 to 8 years older than me. Dating someone older provided me with security, provided me with somewhat of a shelter. Someone with a little more life experience is kind of like a shelter some kind of protection from everyday life.

I know this sounds cliche but I think I have that 'daddy' complex. I want someone that I feel safe with. Someone that will keep me from harm.

Now on the flipside of this...as I get older I am starting to realize that men are men. Older does not always mean wiser.

I have been thru a lot of BS. With men that are older than me. Sometimes Age really is nothing but a number.

Im starting to see that a man is 'grown' when he stops playing all the games. A man is a man when he is responsible for his own. When he pays his own bills and is not worried about the opinions of others.

A man is grown in a relationship when making that woman happy is his main goal. When he realizes that his 'boys' are not the end all be all of advice. When he makes a decision and is not worried about what anyone has to say about it.

People ask me what love is all the time. To me love is being able to care for someone so much that you think of them before you think of yourself...

Bringing it back to reality....Today is the day that I stop looking at how old a man is as a gage for his maturity level. Im getting older... maybe I will even live out some lucky young man's older woman fantasy. (Every man has one lol)

So Today's song is Pink&Blue by Andre 3K. Love the song (but oddly enough R.Kelly Co-wrote it, yeah I know) So listen and enjoy....

Music Monday :)

Hello Folks...today was mundane Monday for me because I'm back at work...but hey whats better than a great song....

Kelis - Get Along with U. Video was ill and I believe that Kelis was WAY before her time...

Happy Saturday PEOPLE!!!!

Im gonna call this 'Good Music Saturday' So here is your vid of the day:

Foreign Exchange 'Daykeeper' If you dont know about FE, get on it. Leave it all behind is probably the greatest CD made this year.

Enjoy :)

The Foreign Exchange feat. Muhsinah - "Daykeeper" from The Foreign Exchange on Vimeo.

Rapper Big Pooh: Rearview Mirror

Im feeling this song and video more than a little right now.... From Rapper Big Poohs solo album Delightful Bars....

Rapper Big Pooh - "Rear View Mirror" Official Music Video from HOJTV on Vimeo.

Kiss (A Poem by me)

Just a little diddy I wrote tonight....or last night lol since it is like 2am. basically about waiting for the okay on a relationship from the other person. Not even necessarily a relationship...Just waiting for the go ahead....

I just wonder if that kiss was the beginning or the end.

I thought it was the beginning so I was playing
Barely pressing your lips to mine
Waiting for the right time to close my eyes
Holding my breath pointlessly
You know you take it from me everytime
you speak sweet nothings
drippin your words into my ear
so syrupy sweet

But obviously I was wrong.

Situations make it so hard for us to see
Like a fog laying over what is 'supposed to be'
If I had a crystal ball, I swear I would let you borrow it
So you could see
who its gonna be
Cause even if its not me....
I would be okay
But the indecision is taking so much out of me.

If this is the end...then let me make it good for you
Feel the heat of me pressed against your body
Just so you remember EXACTLY how I...
feel..Smell...Taste
Remember how the electricity feels running through us
And forget why you cant stay
Invite me to lay next to you just one more night
Allow me to wake up with you to greet another beautiful day.

But I dont know what this kiss had in store...
So I think myself in a knot
Waiting for the time to pass
Waiting for the conversation
That you and I must have

For those curious about my erotica writing.....I present THE HOTEL....

The ride to the hotel after the concert was a long, heavy ride.

We both knew how we felt. But neither one of us wanted to make the first move. I know that he did not want to look sleazy and shit, I was supposed to be hurt. I could not just jump into being with another man. But Kareem felt so right. The way he wrapped his arms around me as we swayed to the music was still stuck on my mind. Feeling his breath on my neck, his soft kisses on my collarbone was too much to take. I could not remember the last time someone held me that close and made me feel that damn good.

‘Where did you park your car?’

‘Huh?’ I was in my own world.

‘Which side of the hotel?’

‘Oh.’ I motioned to the left. ‘That side.’

‘You okay? You seem kind of out of it.’

‘I’m okay. I think.’

We ride in silence and I glance over at him. He is so beautiful. His skin is shining like copper under the moonlight. He catches me staring at him and in that moment both of us know that I’m not going home tonight.

‘Stay with me.’

‘I can do that. ‘

I was surprised by his boldness. He is never usually that bold. Ever. But it turns me on. I’m squirming in my seat as we glide into the parking spot in front of the hotel. It’s a beautiful hotel and when I get to the lobby the sound of my heels clicking scares me. Its so damn quiet. He walks ahead of me because clearly I don’t know where I am going. I look at his back. Damn. His back is so strong. Shoulders broad. Waist narrow. Butt full. Legs strong. I’m getting flushed. Head spinning. I don’t want to look him directly in the face. I’m afraid that I will melt. Or lose my will. Or do something stupid.

He is still in front as we get on the elevator. The 11 button illuminates the dim elevator. I go directly to the corner I can see him looking at me through the glass. He looks seductive like his eyes are pleading with me to come to him. I am still too scared.

1….2….3….4….

He walks towards me. His hand is in my hair. Thank God I got a perm. His lips brush mine and I let out a barely audible moan. He feels so damn good. I slip my tongue in his mouth and he tastes like I knew he would. Delicious. His hand is on my ass pulling me closer to him. I feel his heart beating and hear my heart beating in my head. My head is still spinning when the doors open.

He takes my hand and leads me into 1125.

Its dark but I don’t care. I search for his lips again. He finds me. He still has my hand. He sits me on the bed. I unbutton my shirt and throw it on the floor. He does the same. We are both as naked as the day we were born. It’s still dark. I want to see his face. I go turn on the bathroom light and pull the door. He is under the covers.

The bed is so so soft. I sink into it and turn my back to him. I feel him pressing against my backside. It’s so thick. So long. I press my body back into him and feel him kiss my back. I want to show him that I want him. I want to show him that I appreciate him.

I kiss his lips; I don’t know when to stop. We could have been kissing for seconds or days. Time was nothing. I trail my kisses down his neck stopping to nibble for a while he tastes so damn good. My kisses trail his chest…down to his belly…down to the V….I taste him. Only teasing him with my tongue… his reaction eggs me on. I wrap my tongue around his shaft and tease him holding him steady with my hand. He’s moving his hips in my rhythm. I let him enter my mouth and take it all, slowly and deliberately. I let my hand join and stroke him in a circular motion in rhythm with my mouth in rhythm with his hips. We go on like that for how long…time is not an issue. I look up at him and see him somewhere between agony and ecstasy. He stops me. Flips me on my stomach. I raise my hips. I’m so damn wet that I’m embarrassed. I don’t want him to know that the anticipation of him made me that way. He enters me and I feel so full I moan for more. It’s like he knows my body. Like we have done this before. Somewhere, sometime before. Every stroke he gives me I return it to him. I feel sweat in his grip of my hips so I lay my chest down to the bed and lower my hips so he is sliding inside of me. He is so close to me that I hear his breathing, its jagged. My face is in the pillow and I’m calling his name. Calling my Jesus, and calling anyone else who wants to listen. My stomach is burning. I feel myself tighten around him. Again and again. He has it so wet. So damn wet that I feel it running down my legs. I never been this wet before for anyone. He is silent. I just hear him breathing. I’m cursing like a sailor, cumming an ocean praying he does not drown. Or cum yet.

I’m flipped on my back. He looks at me and I want to look away. I’m so naked. Not just physically. I think when he looks into my eyes he is going to see that I’m falling in love, but I can’t look away. My legs are around his neck He gives me all of him and I don’t resist. I still don’t look away. I feel his hips pounding into me. He is still looking at me. I’m biting my lip. I can’t take all the pleasure I feel. He lets my leg rest on his shoulder and teases my nipple with his tongue and my back arches. He gives me more. Stops stroking concentrates on each nipple like there is some kind of imaginary flavor on them. Kisses my belly. I’m begging for him to put it back in. He lays me on my side. Enters me. I arch my back and poke my booty out for better access. I can see the pleasure in his face from every stroke. I’m throwing in back like Roxy Reynolds. I don’t even recognize the string of praise and curses coming out of my own mouth. I’m in ecstasy. I’m past ecstasy. The only thing on my mind is making him cum. I look him in his eyes. I see that he is close. I give him a few more strokes. I lay him on his back and jump on. I take him in slowly then glide back on. I let my booty slap his thighs a few times before I pick up the pace. I see in his face that he is coming. He grabs my hips and meets my thrusts. His breathing chops up. A bead of sweat rolls off his forehead to the pillow. And I feel him cumming. He is holding my hips. Pulling me into him as he cums. He is so sexy right now. I wish he could see himself. I can’t move so I just lay on his chest. He holds me back. It’s an inferno in the room. We are both sweating. Finally I roll off of him and sink into the soft bed.

I don’t know what to say. So I don’t. I just lay beside him. I think he’s sle

Amazing what a new style can do for your swagger....

So I got a new 'do Friday.... Wanted something different so I temporarily went short....

I just have to say, it has done SO SO much for my dullness. I feel so refreshed. I carried myself a little different, Held my head a little higher, put a little extra twist in my hips...

When you feel good about yourself, I swear its like everyone knows it. so this week, I encourage you to do something WILD. Go crazy! BE DIFFERENT.

Peace.

Is baby momma really a title???

Im watching Oprah.

Steve Harvey (which I LOVE) is on today. (Jayden thinks that he is her granddaddy lol and as Im watching she is yelling PAPA!!) Back to the point..

THIS MAN IS SPEAKING THE TRUF!!! TRUF!!!

Basically he is saying that women are relinquishing their powers to men. We have ALL the power and we are just giving it up!

Right now he is talking about the 90 period. When you start a new job you are usually given a probationary period of 90 days so that they can see what you are about...he said that women should give men the same time so they can see what the hell is happening with them. I SO AGREE. I swear I should have thought about that.

More about relationships to come :)

Peace...

My take on Rihanna v. Chris Brown...

So I admit that I sometimes follow the gossip blogs...I cant help it.

So this Chris Brown v. Rihanna thing is really on my nerves. Now please believe that I dont condone domestic violence...thats my disclaimer....but c'mon really. I really dont believe that picture that was posted on TMZ.... and if they really wanted to help ol girl out they would leave her the hell alone....

So say worst case scenario, the tabs are true and she burned him.... I can't disagree with him for hitting her.... shoot me. If someone did that to me. I would be under the damn jail.

Take two..say they are arguing back and forth...who threw the first blow? I heard that Rihanna threw the keys out the window of his car when they were fighting, not reason enough to hit her but I can definetly see how he would be mad at that....

All this focus on Chris, what about Rihanna? What if she is one of 'those chicks'? You know...they ones who jump in your face even when you beg them to back down? Or the ones that have to get the last word? Or the ones who follow your ass when you TRY to leave? What should he have done then?

Point Blank, both of them need some help...

Stolen from my own FB notes lol..this is from a couple weeks ago...

But the point is still totally valid.

Okay so I was thinking.....

I have a lot of friends that confide in my (please believe it always stays between you and me) but thinking about dating has made me compile a list of things that I really question.....Please feel free to add on....

1. The 2 day call rule...okay you give a guy/girl your number, why wait to call? Now I understand if you get busy but if I give you my number like on the 3rd and you dont call me until the 15th I have forgotten you.

2. Okay this is big right now for me. DATES. what the hell happened to them? Men especially kill me because they realize AFTER they are fucking the girl that they dont like them...why you ask?? CAUSE YOU NEVER WENT OUT, NEVER GOT TO KNOW EACHOTHER, YOU JUST WENT ON A WHOLE BUNCH OF HOUSE DATES!!!!! no wonder you dont like her, you dont know her!!!

3. Telling all your friends about your relationships but not telling the person you are fooling with how you feel. I mean really...how in the heck do you expect people to know what is going on if you dont talk to one another.

4. WAITING FOR SEX. People. really. I know that sex is important and all and I mean I am the first one to let you know that sexual chemistry is great to have but dammit I am so sick of being uncomfortable and being scared to invite somebody over because I dont want them to be all pressuring me for sex or for that to be the big ass pink elephant in the room.

5. If you are talking to other guys/girls please be honest!!!! 9 times out of 10, I am too. DONT LIE about it...thats how people get the herpes.

6. PHONE GAMES.,..if I call. pick up if you cant pick up, call back. If you cant call back then text me. If I text you text back. I hate for calling / texting to be one sided.

I promise you I can think of more....but please add on.

Welcome world...to the world through my eyes...

Hello world....I am GaiBrealle...Gabby for short....

I have decided to go after my dreams and start a blog which hopefully lead to me completing my first book which will lead to global stardom lol :)

Hopefully you will like it....

So look out...most of my posts will be straight random. I am an incredibly random person. :)