You're Turning Me On

I love to watch men eat. If you’re ‘friends’ with me on facebook you may have seen my post on that. It’s true; I shamefully admit I love to watch my date/man/male companion eat. It’s such an erotic turn on for me. It’s no secret that food is one gateway to a man’s heart, so it’s something they hold dear to them. I like to watch because they eat with such passion and nothing else really matters at that moment other than their hunger being sated, and they are usually very happy and accommodating afterward. Let’s face it, men get mean, irritated, moody, and down right cranky when they are hungry. Feed them, and all the world’s a happy place. I think for me it also turns me on because I don’t have full undivided attention because he’s focused on something other than me, and yeah…it makes me think about that, too. Go ahead, judge me.

I am obsessed with men that let me do and be me but also let me know when it’s time to submit. I am very offbeat and quirky with many fleeting passions and obsessions, so it takes a special man to keep in sync with me. I had a special friend; we shall refer to him as Dr. Cush. Dr. Cush would allow me to tease him to his limits. I would straddle his lap, instruct him to lay back, close his eyes and not touch me. I would then very slowly maneuver my lips about his face but never have them actually touch his face. When he was done being teased he very gently but authoritatively let me know it was time for me to get up so he could put it down. He was also very patient when it came to dealing with me and my never ending quest to balance my highly spiritually aware half with my highly sensual and hedonistic half. It’s a dichotomy of incredibly opposing forces that causes me to indulge in my craving and later withdraw from sensual pleasures of the physical kind then start all over with indulgence. He was there. We would switch from teasing and coy wordplay to having conversations that never included sex. He intrigued me because of his ability to always be on whatever page I was on. That made me crave him all the more.

Danger is arousing. Not DANGER danger, but a small adrenaline rush. Dr. Cush sometimes came over for gatherings. I would be in the kitchen cooking or fixing a plate or something of the sort, and he would pass me to go to the refrigerator. If my hair was up in a bun he would very lightly kiss the back of my neck or ‘accidentally’ run his fingers across my bum. Because it was always so subtle coupled with the fact there was always to chance someone would see him, I would be instantly aroused.

Last but certainly not least, potential is a turn-on. A man’s potential, real or imagined, is often what keeps a woman’s heartstrings attached to a man she should probably let go of. As long as she can see potential she has hope.

So, what are your turn-ons?

The Good Thing

I believe inside every woman lies a portion of the Arc of Covenant, but I think the world has gotten it twisted. Thirsty females vying for men by any means necessary and putting up with nonsense are making men feel like they are the gifts, when in reality, women are the 'good things' that bring the promises of enriched lives. To truly love and cherish a woman is to love yourself and taste a small portion of Heaven on earth.


I can’t speak for all women, but I like to be pursued. Summon me like the king that you are, and I will respond in a queenly fashion. Many men have told me they don’t like being ‘hunted,’ rather they prefer to be the aggressors. They admit they like for a woman to show interest before they make their moves, though. Fair enough. A well-timed genuine compliment or warm smile can work wonders for a man’s ego and opens the door for communication, allowing him to make his move. That being said, hardly anything makes a woman feel sexier than being wanted. It makes her softly purr like a kitty and elevates her femininity factor. Make her feel wanted and you’ll be treated to her feminine wiles that you know you can’t ever get enough of. A thirsty woman will lay it all out and show you her hand from the onset and not save anything for later. A calculating woman, on the other hand, will bring variety, spontaneity, and a bit of mystique to the table, slowly stripping away her layers and leaving you wanting yet always sated and eager for her to give you more. That is a rare gift. One of my personal mottos is: I am many things, but a girl has to reserve some secrets, otherwise the mystique surrounding her wanes, and she’s left being just another average woman.

Women are healers, nurturers, and producers by nature. A mother’s kiss can heal anything from a scraped knee to a broken heart. A wife’s touch can heal a wounded ego and the safe haven of her body can erase all the stresses of life. When you release into her, physically or emotionally, she takes your raw emotions as they cleave to the walls of her heart, and she either produces you a miracle that shares your DNA, or she takes on whatever ails you and intercedes on her face at the feet of God on your behalf until the issue has been resolved. Just a soft look from her has the power to make you feel comforted and supported.

Our gifts are not only spiritual, but natural as well. Every man I know that has gotten married has experienced financial growth and stability like never before. Wives are indeed a blessing. I leave you with advice given to me from my mother. If a man truly wants you he will make an investment in you. Not necessarily monetarily, but he will want to spend time with you and do the little things that show he wants and respects you.

Queen

I am a Queen in my own right

I only answer to that of The King of Kings

I want and dream only the impossible

Because all things are possible

I am gentle and kind to my subjects

For I heal with my kind soft words

I am not a harsh taskmaster

But I wash away the harsh treatments of the rulers before me

There is tenderness in my right hand

And love in my left

An unquenchable fire of love consumes when I open my heart

And light radiates when I open my mouth

As His thoughts escape my lips

Newness and freshness fall upon the gatherers

When His will flows from my pen

Old layers of lies are stripped off

As new ones of lightness replace

I am a Queen of oceans and seas

My depths are noncomprehendible

But my movements soothe and awe

I am a goddess of light

My beauty isn’t seen when looked upon directly

But is manifested in and upon all it washes over

I am a giver

I am a giver of blood

I am a giver of life

I am a giver of will

I am a giver of life

I am a giver of hope

I am a giver of life

I am a giver of love

I am a giver of life

I am a receiver of the injured and wounded

Because I am a giver of life

A Queen, in my own Right

Pride and Egos

Sometimes pride and egos get in the way of revealing true feelings and sentiments. They are both bitter and hard pills to swallow. People spewing truth have the tendency to unintentionally bruise pride and egos. Either way, overinflated senses of either can leave you all alone and bitter in a world that was meant for couples. Dynasties, empires, kingdoms, and households operate much smoother and much more colorfully when the duke, duchess, emperor, empress, king, queen, man, and woman exist together and are at liberty to sharpen one other as iron sharpens iron. I will to reign with you, my handsome mister. Even when my words hurt…they heal, and this is what love does. It chastens, then soothes.

Church Girl

You know her type, the perky friendly greeter at the church, or the seemingly
standoff-ish member of the praise team that never fails to put a little extra
funk in her strut when a handsome mister happens to walk past. If you catch her
outside of the sanctuary she’s quick to tell any man that shows interest she’s
celibate and saving herself for marriage. Get her to agree to go out on a date
and the conversation will center on how she’s ready to settle down intermingled
with subtle hints of coy seduction. No time for games because she’s been there,
done that, and knows what she wants. Get her alone in your place or hers and if
you listen closely enough you can hear her battling with herself as she tells
you to “Stop” as her actions scream “Don’t quit!”

It’s easy to talk her panties off because she really doesn’t have a real
relationship with the same God she prays to, to send her a man. If she did she
would trust Him enough to send a man that’s not only worthy of what’s between
her legs, but understands why she’s holding out now, even if she’s not a
virgin. Instead, she becomes everything the man that’s blowing her back out
wants her to be. She cooks and cleans for him, alters her personal appearance
to be what he likes, and pulls every trick out the bag as she takes it fast and
sucks it slow. While she’s cowgirl up on his penis riding him into a drunken
stupor of cum-induced bliss, she’s praying to God that this man can see what he
has in her, that she’s a good catch. I mean, hell, she’s showcasing all the
attributes of a Susie Homemaker in addition to the fact that she can suck and
f*ck like a pro. Why wouldn’t he choose her?! After the cum has spilled and the
orgasms have subsided, she finds herself trying to convince him to go to church
with her. She now tries to lure him into having a relationship with God in
hopes he will marry her, even though he’s not committed to even be in an
exclusive relationship with her, because unlike her, he meant every word he
said when he told her he was not looking for a relationship. She just knew she
could get him to change his mind.

In her mind she feels she’s the only one, even though he has given her no such
affirmation, so she stalks his facebook page and marks her territory by leaving
little subtle hints and comments that let all the other women he’s ‘friends’
with know that she knows him on an intimate level. You know how women do, make
references to things one would only know by spending time in the presence of
another, like how he likes his food prepared or how his tattoos look in person.
Sly sh*t that men overlook, but other women pick up on. While she’s marking her
territory, he’s seeking out a real woman that walks what she talks. Yes, men
have double standards when it comes to women. Most times in their minds they
are thinking the woman isn't who she says she is after she's sexed him because,
well, she sexed him even though she professed to be a woman of the cloth. More
oft than not, she's just a low self-esteem having woman that doesn't even know
who she is. Poor little Church Girl pulled all her tricks out the bag for
nothing. She has become a bottomless pit waiting for the next man to swallow.
Maybe she should have listened more to the sermons. It's not like she wasn't in
church every Sunday.


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Wah-lah! Magic!

Almost every woman I know is totally cool with and down for being her man’s sweet little whore in the bedroom. We all want to blow our glittery freak dust in your face and call out “Wah-lah! Magic!” as we leave you in need of electrolytes. Okay, typing that made me giggle, but seriously, we want that. In the words of Jill Scott, “I am not afraid to be your lady. I am not afraid to be your whore.” Many of us are eagerly anticipating the day we can proudly let our freak flags fly and go hard in the paint with no inhibitions. What’s stopping us? Well, I’m glad you asked, love muffins.



The number one reason we don’t go all out in the bedroom is because there is either none, or a lack of, exclusivity and/or monogamy. There are some women that pull every trick out the bag upon the first second of penetration without so much as a mention of monogamy. Those women usually end up alone, labeled as top notch hoes (yes, there is a difference between being a hoe and your man’s private whore), and eventually wind up being bitter. Most times they are just looking for love and equate good sex with the power to make a man commit. While good sex is some powerful stuff, it rarely leads to long term commitment. Then there are other women. I love good sex as much as the next warm blooded able bodied adult, but I will NOT put my best lemon meringue cookies in a jar only to have the crumbs of the other assorted cookies in the jar downplay the flavor and appeal of my own. I will, however, toss my regular oreos or chips ahoy in that bad boy. I may even offer up the cheesecake filled ones if I’m really feeling the guy, but not my best. My best is reserved for the man that will savor the complexity, smoothness, and richness of me, all of and only me. This is the man whose last name I’d proudly wear and whose child I’d willingly house in my womb.


The second reason is lack of security. If a woman doesn’t feel she can freely be herself with you, you won’t get the best of her in any capacity. This rings true most times in relationships that are abusive on some level, be it emotional, mental, or physical. There is always an ever-present fear factor. Liberty can’t operate and coexist with fear. There was only one man in my life that completely allowed me to be me, and even with him I held back because I knew I was not the only one. If he had been my faithful husband it would have been on and popping. There would have been almost nothing I would not have tried at least once, minus a threesome. There can only be one femme fatale in any bedroom I occupy. Yes, I am a whole lot of vain and selfish with my toys.


The last reason is she just doesn’t want to. Maybe the man is married, or he’s just something to do to pass time. Maybe she’s doing it out of sympathy because she feels sorry for the poor bloke. I have never had sympathy sex, but it happens. I doubt I would twerk his pole in true porno fashion if I was simply putting out to pacify him. No sir, he would get the dollar store barely suitable for consumption box of cookies.


My advice? Don't give your pearls, whatever they may be, your time, body, sex, mental stimulation, heart, etc. to swine. Don't kiss frogs in hopes they'll become what you see in them that they can't, and don't lay down with dogs that have been infested with fleas (i.e. other women). The dog may not harm you, but those fleas bite with intent to inject bitterness and pain. If you are a man-eater and can separate your heart from your vagina, then by all means, cast those pearls and enjoy yourself a nice BLT afterward. Now that, would be magic. I’ve never met a woman that could pull that one off and walk away still feeling whole.

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Miss Can't Get Right

She just can’t get over the relationship she was never in. Most times she’s a baby momma that became such from a meaningless fling, usually with a married man, or a woman that chose to spread the rods of her tent and commit to being in an uncommitted and unexclusive yet sexual relationship with an uncommitting man. Most women think their vajay-jays are the best he’s ever had, so quite naturally the aforementioned women just know in their heart of hearts they could make Mr. Uncommitting want to wife them. Either that, or he’s just all that in the sack and gets these women dick-matized.

Just so that we are clear, none of these people’s marital statuses are marked ‘married,’ and they all have their own places, so technically they are single and free to do what single people do, which is mingle. Miss Can’t Get Right (MCGR) and Mr. Uncommitting (Mr. U.) kick it, hang out, go a few places in public every now and again, and sex like rabbits. Of course you get to slowly learn bits and pieces about the person you are sexing because you are spending time together. Eventually things cool down and Mr. U. starts wandering. This is where things get complicated for Mr. U.’s penis and social life, and MCGR’s emotions. Apparently she’s either illiterate and couldn’t read the expiration date on her vagina, or she clearly didn’t get the memo that she wasn’t in an exclusive relationship and is, in fact, NOT HIS WIFE. Either way, she’s been living in the gray area of this non-relationship. I partially blame Mr. U. for this misinterpretation. When dealing with people, I would suggest you always say what you mean, and mean what you say, and more than that, your actions must match what you are saying.  You can’t say you’re just friends, with or without benefits, just cool, etc, yet entertain ‘what if’ scenarios/conversations such as what would it be like if you had a baby together or what it would be like if you were married. Those conversations leave MCGR and most other women with false senses of status, position, and entitlement, especially when it comes to the other women in Mr. U.’s life. This leads to MCGR snooping through your things, questioning you about who certain women in your life are, and sending women you’re facebook friends with inbox messages questioning their roles in your life and friending friends of friends just out of the clear blue sky. She also finds herself bumping into these women in public.  Is this by happenstance or not? Only she knows, but when she does meet these women face to face, she is sure to charge them up again about their positions in Mr. U.’s life. Ladies, please keep it classy by not confronting another woman about a man that is not yours, m’kay?

This childish and immature behavior is in part due to you, Mr. U., for not telling and showing this pseudo wifey-cum-obsessed woman what HER role in your life is or was. If you don’t man up and tell her exactly where she stands and backs it up with your actions you will either end up alone or with one of the simple thirsty chicks in your harem that just wants a man. No sane woman is going to put up with such nonsense while you use the sorry piss poor excuse of ‘that’s just how she is.’ The sane woman will know she will not have to put up with MCGR simply because 'that’s just how she is' because she knows that if you, Mr. U., can’t get through to her, policemen issuing notices, citations, and subpoenas WILL. It’s somewhat hard for desperate women to meet men while they’re behind bars serving time for restraining order violations and excessive harassment.

Get your ish together, people. Always be clear about what the relationship is and is not, and don’t subject innocent people to Miss Can’t Get Right’s asinine actions. Clearly this woman needs prayer, and Mr. U. has 99 problems, and a b*tch is 98 of them.

Don’t play the game if you are not well-versed on the Rules of Engagement. There will always be a wild card in the deck that trumps all.