Thursday, August 15, 2013

Sex-etary


What are these women outchea doing?! Some are always complaining that their men aren’t making enough money while others just let them walk around being sexually and emotionally frustrated, and others still are doing all three. Bad business if you ask me. Nobody asked me, but I’ma lace you with my opinion anyway because this is my blog.  

Apparently some of the men I work with think I am their personal nerd that will spew out research papers at the drop of a dime with only a moment’s notice. I usually look over their directions for the papers and let that ish sit on the corner of my desk as I carry on with whatever I was doing before they walked into my office. I love to write, but I hate writing research papers, or papers of any kind for that matter. I can do it and charge them for it; I just don’t want to, though. All of these men are married. I feel they should be asking the women they wife-d up for such favors. I am not trying to put another woman in a pair of Louboutins. If you don't care enough about your man making more money and bettering y'all situation then why should I? You sure as hell won't let him cop me any Loubous once he does make it. And that brings me to where I was going with this post. If you’re complaining about your man’s income or lack thereof, what are you doing about it?

As much as I hate writing research papers, I would write one with the quickness for my man if it meant bettering him and his situation because in turn I would be bettering my own situation. In fact, I would do more than write his paper. I would be his secretary, administrative assistant, administrator, brain storming partner, sounding board, motivator, all that. Get that money, baby! Ambition is sexy, and I don’t ever want to see it die. Hell, if he got frustrated I would gladly suck him off or whatever he needed done to get him back on track. I’m here to help you, be your partner. I want you to be able to hold your head high and walk around like the S.ugar H.oney I.ced T.ea that you are all the while knowing that you have a fully grown intellectually inclined sexy woman backing you. Do your thing, Daddy.

Don’t complain about it, ladies. Get to work. Rub his head and pillow talk about how amazing his talents are and start asking questions to spark his interest in bettering himself for the two of you. While you’re ego stroking him, don’t forget about yourself. Stay driven and motivated about your life and goals outside of him. If yours coincide with his, great! If they don’t, so be it, still pursue them. Most men want you to have a life outside of them anyway. If you just don’t like your mate enough to want to see him do better then it may be time to totally reevaluate your entire situation. 

This just serves as my kind unction to get you to play your part to ensure you have a great sex life, travel the world, and rock the hell out of some fierce Louboutins, Brian Atwoods, L.A.M.B.s, Schutz, Cavalli, Charlotte Olympia, and anything else you like. Everyone knows a man making money with a supportive woman in his corner will gladly do whatever it takes to keep her happy, and a woman blazing her own trail in life is a spicy fun one. That all makes for great sex, conversation, company, and emotional stability. Now that’s some powerful stuff.*cue Beyonce’s ‘Grown Woman’ followed by Jay-Z’s ‘On the Run’*

Monday, August 5, 2013

Breezy Baby ;-)

I finished my hair with just enough time to stop by the shoe repair shop before heading to the airport to catch my flight. I leisurely pulled into the parking lot of the shop, happy to be able to wear my pumps again. I could sense him coming behind me as I stepped out of my car. I didn’t catch a glimpse of his face as he gently played in my hair, licked my skin with the velvety softness of a most divine silk and cashmere blend, and sang sweet melodic whispers in my ear. As I turned to face him, he breezed beneath my dress, causing it to flutter and rise. I hurriedly attempted to lower the hem while being overcome by a blushing fit that was futile to fight. He disappeared into the steaminess of the atmosphere, leaving me there alone blushing and looking around to see if anyone had witnessed our saucy interlude. I felt so sexy holding a dirty little secret wrapped in exhibitionism. How did that naughty gust of wind know I was wearing no panties?