We all say it...”I don’t play games. I am too old for games.” In reality, do we ever stop playing games? I was chatting about relationships with a friend a few months ago, and he mentioned that as much as we like to think we don’t play games…we never actually stop. At first I disagreed with him, them I started to think of all the little subtle things I do that could be qualified as playing games to some, just being a woman by others.
I can’t speak for men, but I know women have a gift of getting any man we desire to notice us. Notice I said the men we desire…not every man. This can’t be taught. Either you have it or you don’t. A genuine compliment, nice smile, and quick suggestive glances do wonders in getting a man’s attention. Let the cat and mouse game begin.
The I’m going to wait and see how long it takes him/her to call me Game: I admit to this one, especially in dealing with my handsome Naija mister. Once I start feeling like I am the one doing all of the pursuing and making the efforts for communication I suddenly stop all forms of initiations for conversation. It always works like a charm. He’ll call saying how much he misses hearing my voice and the usual things people say when they’ve felt as though their favorite toys have gone missing. LOL. I kidd, I kidd, okay maybe not.
I’m sure we’ve all done some pretty playful things, like…
Get a guy’s/girl’s attention just for the sake of knowing that we COULD have him/her if that’s what we desired
Nonchalantly mentioning the fact that we got hit on a couple times just to see if our significant others showed any signs of jealousy
Walking around in only your skivvies and/or nothing but his dress shirt because you know he will look, and then want to touch, and then…
And my favorite…the Just the Tip game
I am assuming that games will forever be played as long as there is chemistry, love, and sexual tension between men and women. As long as the gamed lead to tender love, caring, and affection what’s the big deal?
Friday, December 12, 2008
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Maybe I
I would have, maybe I should have
I could have loved him deeper, harder and more intensely than he had ever been loved, hell, it’s the only way I know HOW to love
I would have bore him more children if that’s what he wanted
I secretly wanted just as many as he did, but I never told him that
I often daydreamed about the family we would have had along with the cute little dog
I would have slut it up for him in the bedroom. The nastier the better is my motto.
I would have eagerly played out any fantasy he had, just as long as there were no other parties involved. I prefer to be the star of the show and don’t like sharing the spot light. Yeah, I’m selfish and vain like that
If he required a good dose of spine tingling coitus to sleep at night…I would have been the woman for the job. Power is bestowed upon those that happily welcome longing members into their orifices of bliss. Hand cuffs? I’m game. Spank my bottom? I can never get enough. Bite me, lick me, suck, tease me, rub me, pull my hair…I could have taken it like a pro, with a smile and a wink, in true porno star form
Maybe I should have told him that I am an adrenaline junkie, pleasure seeking, dominating vixen that likes to take things, and people, that have great potential and make them what I think they should be. Maybe I should have told him that I supported his dreams and actually had what he needed to bring them into full fruition and live a happily balanced life of peaceful bliss
Maybe I should have told him this to his face, you know, after he had me bent over the couch. What is it about sex that makes men open up emotionally anyway?
Maybe I should have told him that I secretly fear being controlled and therefore have a hard time sharing my feelings because it makes me feel vulnerable.
Maybe I should have told him that I would happily be his wife…should he propose
I could have loved him deeper, harder and more intensely than he had ever been loved, hell, it’s the only way I know HOW to love
I would have bore him more children if that’s what he wanted
I secretly wanted just as many as he did, but I never told him that
I often daydreamed about the family we would have had along with the cute little dog
I would have slut it up for him in the bedroom. The nastier the better is my motto.
I would have eagerly played out any fantasy he had, just as long as there were no other parties involved. I prefer to be the star of the show and don’t like sharing the spot light. Yeah, I’m selfish and vain like that
If he required a good dose of spine tingling coitus to sleep at night…I would have been the woman for the job. Power is bestowed upon those that happily welcome longing members into their orifices of bliss. Hand cuffs? I’m game. Spank my bottom? I can never get enough. Bite me, lick me, suck, tease me, rub me, pull my hair…I could have taken it like a pro, with a smile and a wink, in true porno star form
Maybe I should have told him that I am an adrenaline junkie, pleasure seeking, dominating vixen that likes to take things, and people, that have great potential and make them what I think they should be. Maybe I should have told him that I supported his dreams and actually had what he needed to bring them into full fruition and live a happily balanced life of peaceful bliss
Maybe I should have told him this to his face, you know, after he had me bent over the couch. What is it about sex that makes men open up emotionally anyway?
Maybe I should have told him that I secretly fear being controlled and therefore have a hard time sharing my feelings because it makes me feel vulnerable.
Maybe I should have told him that I would happily be his wife…should he propose
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Remembering the Times
You finally walked through my door after months of being away
The first thing that came to my mind was not how soft and sweet your kisses are, no
Nor was it the way you snuggly fit inside of me nor the way you moan and squirm when I please you
It wasn’t the sound my lacy undies make when you rip them off because I’ve teased you to your limit
Nor was it the feeling of your hands gently cupping my full breasts or your warm mouth suckling on my nipples
It wasn’t the sound of you playfully smacking my derrière nor the sound of you panting as I cowgirl up on your member…
It was the sound of companionship as I remembered the many times we talked about everything and nothing at all
It was the soft sweet look you give me as I laugh at your silly stories and when you tell me I’m beautiful
It was the feeling of oneness as we exchanged secrets after I shyly allowed you to make love to me
It was the comforting scent of your skin that always makes me smile
It was the bittersweet taste of love…
Friday, October 31, 2008
Beauty Personified
It is said that Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder
I gave you all my love
Minus one ounce
I always keep an ounce on reserve to give to myself in case of emergency
You were beautiful to me
I loved you
I’ve always loved you
I saw your arrogance, pride, insensitivity, and selfishness
I also saw your wounds, pain, and insecurities
But you were still beautiful to me
Your flaws made you all the more beautiful to me
I loved your laugh, your silliness, your eyes, your drive and ambition
More than that I loved the way I fit perfectly in your arms, my addiction to your kisses, and my sweet obsession with your smile
It is said that Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder
The beauty of my loving you lied in my ability to love you in spite of you
The reflection in your own eye lied to you and disenabled you to see me…Beauty Personified
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Chocolate Covered Kiss
Repost. Yes, this piece will be in the book. Your honest thoughts, please. Thank you.
-Queen
You tenderly and coyly pursued me; I stripped bare for you. Now I stand here naked and longing…for you, your mind, and your heart. I know that there are many decisions boldly standing unrelentingly in your face, forcing you to be decisive and strategic in your approach. There’s no need to worry or wonder about me. You can rest assured that I will follow your lead. You know me better than you think you do yet not at all. The woman that you yearn for, hope for, dream of, pray for…yes, I am she. I hold the key to your destiny in my bosom and the answers to your prayers on my sweet sweet lips. Once we make lasting love I will release the precious fragrant contents of my alabaster box onto your head. There will no longer be a need for you to cover your nakedness, for you may take refuge inside of me until every care, worry, concern, and frustration come gushing from the entity of you. As you bask in the love of me, I want you to never forget how incredible it feels to be warmly enveloped and snugly covered on every side. As you kiss my lips, I want you never to forget how good it feels to have my milk chocolate skin evenly melt onto yours. As you peer into my glossy almond shaped brown eyes I want you to know that they will never reveal all that they see; they conceal your secrets yet freely expose the mind of the woman that houses them. Once your raw emotions penetrate my soul and cleave to the walls of my heart you will know without a shadow of a doubt what I have known since I placed my hand in yours…that we are meant to be and will be until the day that heaven kisses the earth.
-Queen
You tenderly and coyly pursued me; I stripped bare for you. Now I stand here naked and longing…for you, your mind, and your heart. I know that there are many decisions boldly standing unrelentingly in your face, forcing you to be decisive and strategic in your approach. There’s no need to worry or wonder about me. You can rest assured that I will follow your lead. You know me better than you think you do yet not at all. The woman that you yearn for, hope for, dream of, pray for…yes, I am she. I hold the key to your destiny in my bosom and the answers to your prayers on my sweet sweet lips. Once we make lasting love I will release the precious fragrant contents of my alabaster box onto your head. There will no longer be a need for you to cover your nakedness, for you may take refuge inside of me until every care, worry, concern, and frustration come gushing from the entity of you. As you bask in the love of me, I want you to never forget how incredible it feels to be warmly enveloped and snugly covered on every side. As you kiss my lips, I want you never to forget how good it feels to have my milk chocolate skin evenly melt onto yours. As you peer into my glossy almond shaped brown eyes I want you to know that they will never reveal all that they see; they conceal your secrets yet freely expose the mind of the woman that houses them. Once your raw emotions penetrate my soul and cleave to the walls of my heart you will know without a shadow of a doubt what I have known since I placed my hand in yours…that we are meant to be and will be until the day that heaven kisses the earth.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
What I Need
The older I get the more I understand not only what I want in a man, but what I need in a man. I’ve been asked many times what I look for in a man, and for the life of me I could never answer because it all seemed too complex. Well, the puzzle is all starting to come together for me. Yes, my inner PK (Preacher’s Kid) roots are beginning to show here.
A man that is striving for more enlightenment spiritually
I need a man that has a relationship with God, a man that will cover me spiritually and know how to both war and get a prayer in on my behalf. I want a man I can pray with and for and be able to see changes, a man of power. I need a man that can see into my sons’ lives and accurately know how to help me pray for them and develop their natural gifts both spiritually and naturally.
An intelligent man
I need a man that can keep me on my toes mentally, someone I can have a conversation with about everything and nothing at all. I don’t want to have to “dumb myself down” because he doesn’t understand.
A man working to achieve stability
I am a stickler for balance and stability in all areas of my life. This is very important to me, as it gives me a sense of security.
A man of understanding
Be understanding of the fact that I am a woman and that I go through changes. Spoil me, yet be strong enough to keep me grounded, in other words, pamper me but don’t be afraid to check me.
A man of valor and honesty
I have no problem submitting, but I have to be able to respect you. Don’t lie to me ever. I hate being lied to.
I know I may be asking for a lot, but I am so worth it because I am not asking for anything that I am not able to reciprocate. I just need my equal. What do you NEED in a mate?
A man that is striving for more enlightenment spiritually
I need a man that has a relationship with God, a man that will cover me spiritually and know how to both war and get a prayer in on my behalf. I want a man I can pray with and for and be able to see changes, a man of power. I need a man that can see into my sons’ lives and accurately know how to help me pray for them and develop their natural gifts both spiritually and naturally.
An intelligent man
I need a man that can keep me on my toes mentally, someone I can have a conversation with about everything and nothing at all. I don’t want to have to “dumb myself down” because he doesn’t understand.
A man working to achieve stability
I am a stickler for balance and stability in all areas of my life. This is very important to me, as it gives me a sense of security.
A man of understanding
Be understanding of the fact that I am a woman and that I go through changes. Spoil me, yet be strong enough to keep me grounded, in other words, pamper me but don’t be afraid to check me.
A man of valor and honesty
I have no problem submitting, but I have to be able to respect you. Don’t lie to me ever. I hate being lied to.
I know I may be asking for a lot, but I am so worth it because I am not asking for anything that I am not able to reciprocate. I just need my equal. What do you NEED in a mate?
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Baby Fever
Today is my little man’s 4th birthday. He’s all super excited because I promised him that I would take him to Chuck E Cheese and buy him a Kung Fu Panda birthday cake. Tonight I plan to round up his little friends, cousins, and neighbors to come over and help him celebrate. Anyhoo, Kambren has been having baby fever. It all started during Hurricane Ike. Let me explain…
We had no power after Hurricane Ike made landfall here in Houston, so we stayed 2 nights at my sister’s place because she got her power restored within a few hours. Her brother in law and sister in law were also there. Lisa, her sister in law has a new baby by the name of Temitayo. Temitayo is a doll. My mother was holding her. Kambren went near the baby, and his eyes just lit up like a person in love for the very first time. My mother asked him if he wanted a baby, and he looked at me and said yes. My heart skipped a couple of beats. I have my hands full with my two sons already! I told him that the baby would need a daddy and that mommy would have to be married to the daddy. He didn’t understand that.
A few weeks later we were riding in the car and he asked me “Mommy, can we have a little baby?” I didn’t answer him. Then he asked me “Mommy, do you have to eat the little baby to get it in your tummy?” OMG! That was too cute I couldn’t help but laugh. He pinched his forefinger and thumb together and pretended to eat a tiny imaginary baby so that I would fully understand him.
While I was married to the boys’ father I didn’t think I would ever have anymore children because he got a vasectomy while I was pregnant with Kambren. I thought we had the perfect little family. Mommy, Daddy, and our two sons. After we separated I really didn’t want anymore. Then after our divorce I started thinking about getting remarried and so desperately wanted a little girl. Now I’m not so sure anymore. I don’t really want anymore children, but if I happen to marry a man that wants more, I will agree to ONE more…maybe. My children are getting older and it feels good to not have to wake at 2 A.M. for feedings, no changing diapers, no more potty training or packing diaper bags for EVERY little trip I make, no more messy burping babies or still wearing maternity clothes after the baby is born because the old ones no longer fit, no more engorged brick hard breasts that leak the moment I step into the shower, or bleeding for a month straight. Kailon is 8. Kambren is 4. By the time I meet a man and develop a steady relationship, they are bound to be 10 and 6 before I even consider having a baby, which would make me 29 pushing 30! Wouldn’t the age gap be too far apart between them and the new baby? No? Great…Now I’M the one with baby fever!
We had no power after Hurricane Ike made landfall here in Houston, so we stayed 2 nights at my sister’s place because she got her power restored within a few hours. Her brother in law and sister in law were also there. Lisa, her sister in law has a new baby by the name of Temitayo. Temitayo is a doll. My mother was holding her. Kambren went near the baby, and his eyes just lit up like a person in love for the very first time. My mother asked him if he wanted a baby, and he looked at me and said yes. My heart skipped a couple of beats. I have my hands full with my two sons already! I told him that the baby would need a daddy and that mommy would have to be married to the daddy. He didn’t understand that.
A few weeks later we were riding in the car and he asked me “Mommy, can we have a little baby?” I didn’t answer him. Then he asked me “Mommy, do you have to eat the little baby to get it in your tummy?” OMG! That was too cute I couldn’t help but laugh. He pinched his forefinger and thumb together and pretended to eat a tiny imaginary baby so that I would fully understand him.
While I was married to the boys’ father I didn’t think I would ever have anymore children because he got a vasectomy while I was pregnant with Kambren. I thought we had the perfect little family. Mommy, Daddy, and our two sons. After we separated I really didn’t want anymore. Then after our divorce I started thinking about getting remarried and so desperately wanted a little girl. Now I’m not so sure anymore. I don’t really want anymore children, but if I happen to marry a man that wants more, I will agree to ONE more…maybe. My children are getting older and it feels good to not have to wake at 2 A.M. for feedings, no changing diapers, no more potty training or packing diaper bags for EVERY little trip I make, no more messy burping babies or still wearing maternity clothes after the baby is born because the old ones no longer fit, no more engorged brick hard breasts that leak the moment I step into the shower, or bleeding for a month straight. Kailon is 8. Kambren is 4. By the time I meet a man and develop a steady relationship, they are bound to be 10 and 6 before I even consider having a baby, which would make me 29 pushing 30! Wouldn’t the age gap be too far apart between them and the new baby? No? Great…Now I’M the one with baby fever!
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