“As One”

My heart skipped a couple beats the first night you laid me down
You asked me for a goodnight kiss and that's when I turned myself around
You held me gently in your arms and for that moment I felt protected ...
You sent my body to the moon after all the years of feeling neglected
You kissed my ears, telling me secrets of the night
Then slowly our clothes came off and my thoughts were brought to life
Our moans filled the thick air and the room smelled like hot sweet sex
The morning hours strolled right in as you gently caressed my breast.
I looked at you, then turned away and you grabbed my face and stared
Even our retinas made love as you passionately
strolled your fingers through my hair
With every stroke, I screamed for more
Biting the pillows beneath me
You kissed my back and I scratched yours
My eyes rolled back, as my toes curled
I yelled your name, you pulled my hair
and ahhhhhhhhhh
Our bodies intertwined
We made great music and sipped on fine wine
What happened that night was magical and fortunately true
I took a chance that night and gave my soul to you


Love,
Llarisa


~~~~~~~~~~

By: Llarisa Abreu

www.Twitter.com/Llady_juicy
www.Facebook.com/LlarisaAbreu

"Acting"

Misery loves company
so I don’t wanna be alone
cause right now, my heart's in need of companionship
but my mind keeps telling me to just get a grip
take some time out
work on me again
learn to love me right
become my own best friend
same tune
just different words again
damn, looks like here I go again
too busy dressing up the outside
forget about what's within
not focusing on myself cause I’m focusing on him
and it ain't like I enjoy the mess I get myself in
yet I keep living in it like I like it
need to slim down my love appetite
my heart needs a diet
no matter how many times I say I’m giving up
man, I know me Ima keep trying
keep feeling frustrated
wondering why he’s lying
he selling me dreams
I’m steadily buyin
hell, he can’t even keep them in stock no mo’
I’m so high in the clouds
he got me gone off hope
letting myself go while increasingly boosting his ego
I’m just a background singer
he the headline of the show
heart spinning out of control
can't see the truth through all the smoke and mirrors
love, sex and magic
pulling tricks on me like a magician's hat with the white rabbit
I play gladly
then leave sadly
play my part like Angelina Jolie
I know I should go
but I just won't leave


By: Mallory Blahnik

Twitter: Mizmalo
FaceBook: Mallory Blahnik

"​Holding On"

If I let go
I'm going to lose you
If you let go
You're going to lose me
If we keep going at it
We're gonna hurt each other
Can we continue
to love each other
Chest to chest, open arms
No more hugging each other
I used to daydream, waiting to see you
Now I daydream saying
"I cant believe you" but I still need you
Call me the "DEVIL"
But if you take the 'D' off,
What it spell?
The word "EVIL"
We kiss differently
And the love, we barely make ...
My heart used to beat your name
Now it beats at a different pace
Overall I'm just so strong
Where did we go wrong
I'm listening to sad songs
For our LOVE
I'M HOLDING ON ...


By GrandPrize

We're Just Friends: Getting Mad Over Her Having Male Friends or Him Having Female Friends

How many times have you heard the phrase: "We're just friends"? Is it OK to have a platonic friendship with someone of the opposite sex while in a relationship? Why do people in relationships get mad about FRIENDS? Why does this happen? Below, I will explain WHY they get mad, and things to do to FIX that very situation at hand.


TRUST

Usually, this is a major issue in a relationship that should be worked on out the gate. So NOW you have a platonic friend and a BOY/GIRL friend, how can you get your partner to trust that your friend is nothing more than just a friend?

• Just be honest with your partner about everything.

• Define your relationship with your friend from the start. Make sure you have NO hidden agenda or you’re NOT fantasizing about your friend.

• Introduce your FRIEND to your partner. Allow them to get acquainted and familiar with one another. Show you have NOTHING to hide. Like this, you avoid jealousy and any other insecurities that your partner might have.


Does HE/SHE look better than me?

This here is usually the number ONE reason why your partner might not feel comfortable with the fact that you have a friend of the opposite sex.

• Provide reasons to your partner that they have more to offer than your FRIEND and explain to them this is why you are my BOY/GIRL friend and they are just my friend (i.e.: though me and *insert friend's name* have really good convos about LIFE and work, I feel comfortable telling you EVERYTHING else).

• Be honest and put it out there. Let your partner know that you are totally aware that your FRIEND is attractive but ... nevertheless, that is NOT the reason why you are friends.


What exactly are you doing with this FRIEND?

Movies, talking, dinner, the list goes on and on but if you doing all that with your FRIEND what am I here for? This is why you have involve your significant other.

• Coordinate get-togethers.

• Have your friend bring their partner.

• Once again, if they have met and your partner is comfortable with you all going out and enjoying each other's company, then this avoids any sort of jealousy issues in the future.

• When you are all together, make sure you pay your partner more attention than you do to your friend.

• By everyone becoming friends, any doubts or feelings of insecurities will vanish all in due time.


Don’t get to touchy feely with the friend & know your role.

This applies to YOU, the person with the FRIEND. Avoid any type of touching, flirting, dating or anything else that will cause YOU to question the friendship and have thoughts like “WHAT IF” or “IT WOULD'NT HURT IF I.” If you’re having thoughts like this, then it’s time to re-evaluate what you have and YOURSELF.

• Hormones can play tricks on us sometimes, so if you are an affectionate person but you are in a relationship and have a platonic friend, try to limit certain things (i.e.: hugs, kisses, staring into their eyes. Treat them like a BROTHER or SISTER & if you can’t resist that, then you need to re-evaluate that friendship).

• Avoid that "ARE THEY DATING?" situation. Don’t go out to social events or romantic spots with your FRIEND where people will question your friendship. That is called DATING and that is the one thing you DON’T want to be doing with a friend because once again, if this is going on, then you need to re-evaluate that friendship.

• END THE FRIENDSHIP if its leading to a RELATIONSHIP. If your friend is attracted to you more than just a friend and they cannot help it, then it’s time to turn it down a little bit or just end it. Keep convos short, AVOID touching & minimize the get-togethers.

If you follow these steps, you shouldn't have any issues with your partner being upset at you because you have friends of the opposite sex. To avoid all situations just be real and play it smart. Don’t complicate things & always remember: don’t do anything that you wouldn't want done to you.


by ... BROaDWaY JiM


TWiTTER: @BROaDWaYJiM
FACEBOOK: Jim Hernandez

"Bases Loaded"

OK … the date was great and now you’re going to her house or your house -- whichever you prefer, the choice is yours. Keep playing it smooth cause you never know what is in store for you around the corner. Keep the conversation flowing and keep touching on subjects she is interested in. If you got THIS FAR, she’s obviously as curious as YOU are about what’s going to happen next.

You chose your house, great! Just relax, throw on a movie and just play it SMOOTH …

You stare into each other's eyes and … it’s a HIT. You guys are FRENCH KISSING, you reached FIRST BASE. Passionate, wet kisses. Rolling all over the couch , I bet you’re loving every moment. Enjoy it and once again, continue to play it smooth. Keep your cool …

So … you go back to watching the movie, but you can’t stop looking at her and she can't stop looking at you, so what happens next? STEAL SECOND BASE: You get back to making out, but now get some touching going. Start caressing her gently, FEEL each and every curve she has on her body. Get your rubbins on. Just flow with it at this point. Believe it or not, you are in total control, just keep your composure.

OK … so you're kissing on her, feeling her up, it's starting to get heated in here, open a window. Around this time, your hormones are racing and guess what … so are hers. It’s DO or DIE now. It’s time to round THIRD BASE. As soon as the kissing and touching starts back up … unbutton her pants and slide your hand down her pants ever so gently and see if she is ready to go. TRUST ME, you will know if she is. Start fingering her. {WARNING: Not ALL girls are into this, so proceed with caution.} Rub her clit, go in and out, make it do what it do. Do not stop the kissing or the touching either. Just multitask. Each step helps out the next. If oral sex has to come into play, so be it. This is THIRD BASE if it has gotten this far, you are almost HOME …

Now … you both are ALL over the place, soft kisses all over each other's bodies, you're feeling on her, she's feeling on you, her pants are off and, more than likely, so are yours. BRING IT HOME … If she has allowed this much to happen and if you followed the steps above and kept your cool like I said before, more than likely, there is a 75% chance it is about to go DOWN …

Slip on the condom and make MAGIC …


SO REMEMBER:
First Base - kissing, making out, French kiss
Second Base - touching, feeling up while making out
Third Base - fingering, hand job or blow job
Home Run – sex, fucking

Easier way to remember:
French Kiss, Feeling, Fingering, Fucking


By … BROaDWaY JiM

TWiTTER: BROaDWaY JiM
FACEBOOK: Jim Hernandez

Ask Indy! The Commitment Factor

What do I really want -- and what is my spirit telling me is the best way to proceed?

My theory is: when you've made the conscious choice to be committed to your decisions, the universe has every intention on helping you on your new journey. God’s will is the most used expression, as well as finding your life’s purpose, your passion. I just, for the first time in my life, made a conscious commitment and the universe is giving me everything I need. What are you committed to and have you acknowledged your blessings?


Dear Indy: I’m dating a sweet guy. I really like him a lot, but I noticed when we go out, he smells really bad. I know there’s no such thing as perfect, but if he didn’t smell, he would be perfect for me. He’s the first guy to actually want to commit and I don’t want to lose that. I want to tell him to wear deodorant, but I’m afraid he’ll be offended and won’t want to date me anymore. How should I tell him? Should I tell him?

Janet
Brooklyn, NY


Dear Janet: Of course, you should tell him. Listen, if you’re out with him and he smells, you smell, also, and that’s the truth. And that’s not sexy -- catch my drift? But on a serious note, Janet, if you really care about this guy and he knows how you feel about him, it’s not a question of should you tell him, but more to the effect of how you go about telling him. Besides, you wouldn’t want anyone else talking about the one you love, would you? What I would do is dedicate a special day just for him. Let him know how much he means to you and inform him that it’s his day and you have a surprise for him. Take him out on a mini shopping spree and let him know he has a choice of any cologne he desires. I personally prefer the men’s counter at Barneys. If that goes well, let him select a deodorant as well. If he asks why you're doing this, loving with a kiss, let him know that when the two of you go out dancing, he develops a masculine odor and you want him to stay smelling sweet like you. The open-minded, grateful response will be anything agreeable and loving and a thank you would be nice as well. But if Stinky likes his o-natural smell, let him know in a very blunt way that after dancing and before dancing, he smells of onion and you can’t deal with it anymore, so his pits need fragrance and that you will not dance or partake in any sweaty activities until the veggie salad goes back in the refrigerator. And if he’s as committed as you say he is, he won’t mind smelling good for you. I’m also very sure that the thought of no more sweaty activities will help him decide on a fragrance, and by the next outing, he’ll smell better than your Dior. Good luck, Miss Hold Your Breath.

Miss Indy


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Miss Indy
on-air personality on PNC Radio

Twitter: www.twitter.com/IndyPNCRadio
Blog: http://missindyonline.blogspot.com/

"Speedin"

I don't even know how to start or where to begin. So much going through my mind right now and so many different feelings taking place in my heart that I don't even know, I just don't ... It's like where is my luck when it comes to picking females??? I remember it like yesterday, the long conversations on the phone until the wee hours of the morning, the exchanging of texts and e-mails. Constant MySpace, Facebook and Twitter love and all other things in between. It was like a picture right out of a story book, no matter what was going on, nobody or nothing could come in between what we had. If this was a dream, this was one that I didn't wanna be woken up from. Damn, I miss those days, but if it was a dream, why couldn't it just stay the way it was??? Why the change??? Something that we both wanted, that we yearned for, that we waited our whole lives for, this one moment to get it right ... Then it happened, they say nobody is perfect and that all relationships have ups and downs, but who would have ever thought that what used to keep me up is now what's letting me down??? The future was set, the book was written, my queen, your king ... At least that's what I imagined, you helped me to see the future and not look back, you made me understand that I didn't have to settle for less and that POSSIBILITIES WERE ENDLESS ... But who would have ever thought that my best friend would turn out to act as if though we were enemies. I say enemy in a way not to offend you, but to tell you what it is ... You were supposed to be my ride-or-die chick, my main supporting cast, my shoulder to lean on when times got rough and my crutch to rely on when things became too hard for me to bear ... Damn, I spend so much time wanting my baby back that I have yet to come to a realization that the person whom I have grown to know and fall in love with is now gone ... When you said a new you was brewing, I never really knew what you were talking about, but I had never envisioned this ... Life is hard and love is harder, but me being the man that I am, I was willing to take on and deal with both ... This was all for you, everything I did throughout the course of our relationship was for yours and mine ... This music, the movies, the business ... Just wanted to be successful with both our names attached to it ... So what do I do now? Start over? Take it from the top? Nah, I just keep on going and stay in the faith that we both once had in GOD and PRAY that all goes well for the both of us ... I wish you well, until that day again, I'm speedin trying to get back at one. Love always ... well, you know...

~~~> American Dream <~~~

FaceBook: AmericanDream

“Rearview Mirror”

I look into my soul and see a woman that hardly anyone knows
I see a strong, determined, not-so-easily-shaken me
a better version
than that watered-down one so many see in person
the one who loves her daughter with all her heart
but wishes she had just remained a virgin
the one who speaks up and acts out
then turns around and walks out
the moment I realize he ain’t what I should be about
the lady that don't get too wild
or loud
stay the life of da party
but rather chill
relax
and observe
the woman inside me still has her pride
though her heart has been torn, she didn't lay down and die
the one that said good riddance to that no-good man and all his lies
but outside, I'm so shattered and bruised
so used to the facade that there’s no room for the real me to shine through
I sit back and look inwards
and see just how much I truly am worth
I'm a beast for those I love
comin' strong like the heart of a lion
but outside, sometimes, I can’t speak up anything but silence
I no longer want to be in this mess that I have allowed myself to be
so busy dwelling on him
when I should be working on letting out my inner me
liar, sinner, thief
complainer, excuse maker, ass shaker
heartbroken, gullible, follower
damn
did the outer me just outshine what’s within?
mother, sister, daughter, best friend
believer, dreamer, lover
strong, motivated, forgiving
is what I really am
DO THEY EVEN REALIZE THIS IS WHO I AM?
I see myself on a daily basis and keep pushing myself to make it
stand up and don’t take the bullshit
let the past be the past and move on
because I, out of everyone, know my true potential
I know that inside, I have a good soul
not perfect
no never
far from that
but I can be so much better than this spot that I'm at
and maybe you know just as well as I do how hard it can be
when the struggle that you’re fighting is for your inner beauty to be seen
but all in all
I AM ME
and all I went through made me who I am
I just want to be the best me that I can possibly be
and it's time I start living up to MY OWN expectations and dreams
quit making excuses
finally move the fuck on
then smash that rearview mirrow
and tuck a piece away in my pocket
so that I can continue to look forward
but when I start to get off track
I can look in that mirror
and see why I never want to turn back


By: Mallory Blahnik

Twitter: Mizmalo
FaceBook: Mallory Blahnik

"He Say, She Say"

He says, "Girl, you gon think I invented sex,” but in most cases, the individual who is the inventor of a creation is rarely the genius who perfects that craft. In fact, in many instances, they just happen to clumsily stumble upon an innovation. It is the apprentice who comes along after the "inventor," studies the craft, and becomes the absolute skills-man who truly masters the art. I’d take him over the inventor any day. Sorry, young Trey.

He says, “Go girl, it’s ya birthday. Open wide, I know you’re thirsty. Say ahh.” Really! You would be willing to do that for me since it’s my birthday?!... Are you kidding me? If a man walked up to me and asked me to open my mouth so that he could cascade a liquid substance down my trachea, I would promptly serve him walking papers. In what crevice of the female psyche has this verbally offensive debauchery become an actual form of flattery? I’m just sayin.

She says, “Should I grab his cell, call this chick up, start some shhhh, then hang up?
Or should I be a lady? Oohh, maybe cause I wanna have his babies … and it kills me to know how much I really love you; So much I wanna oohh hoo ohhh, to you hoo hooo.” And it kills me, to know how very little self-worth and value some women have; and how insecure, self-loathing, bottom-dwelling, gullible, and typically catty they can be. And for so many women, this song has become their little anthem. Oh, yes, honey chile, go ahead and be a lady so that you can aspire to your higher calling and life’s purpose; bearing the children of the man who cheats and mistreats you. Please do better, girls.


By: Confection
FaceBook: Confection

"My Love"

I fell in love with someone everyone told me to stay clear away from and not to give two shits about. They claimed if someone loved you, they would never hurt you.

I used to believe that love shouldn’t hurt, but soon came to the realization it wasn’t love that was hurting me, it was the person hurting me and not the actual emotion of love at all.

Anyway, I came to MY LOVE fully clothed, but by the end, I was stripped naked. As MY LOVE looked at me, instead of criticizing me for my flaws and imperfections, they just held me ... tightly, never once wanting to let me go ... As much as I fought, they held me tighter, forcing me to look at myself and see the person they had grown to love.

I fought my feelings for so long that I didn’t believe I was capable of having the feelings I did. I know at times that there were people who were happy to see me suffering. It was all too true to the cliché that misery loved company and as much as I thought I was in control of separating friend from foe, I wasn't.

Lack of better judgment right? *sigh*

When alone, I was again forced to look at myself and even at that time, all of those naysayers were nowhere to be found. I was forced to sit down and cry -- that was the only emotion at the time I had control over. MY LOVE understood me when others didn't, MY LOVE helped me fight those inner demons as much as I didn't want to see, demons I had suppressed for years, telling myself they no longer existed.

How did I repay MY LOVE? I sent them out into a storm with no coat and as they walked out the door bravely, I was scared for not just MY LOVE, but for myself as well, since I knew at that point there was no turning back since I knew all too well it was going to be a horrific fight ... one I knew too well since I fought this battle plenty of times.

I sat there crying for us because I had messed up something that was supposed to be special, thinking that I was grown when I wasn't ready. I still needed this safe haven. I knew that MY LOVE couldn't just disappear since it appeared the storm was over, if only temporarily.

All my life all I ever wanted was for someone to love me, hold me tight and never let me go, while my quests for just that often failed since those people I was willing to give MY LOVE to weren’t even worthy of it in the first place and would ultimately let me down like they had all did in the past. Finally, I found someone to love me, flaws and all. I asked MY LOVE for a hand in friendship first, only to let my inner demons sabotage the first healthy friendship I had in a long time. They understood and again held my hand and told me it was OK.

I loved MY LOVE for loving me because at times I am unlovable. I don't know what the future holds for us, but I do know that with their love, I am stronger and for that I cannot and will not let MY LOVE go...

I say this to say that whatever relationship you have, whether it is with a male or female, and even if the methods of your relationship are untraditional in a judgmental society's eyes: STILL EMBRACE IT!

If you are fortunate to establish a true friendship -- keep them, love them UNCONDITIONALLY!

In order for ANY relationship to truly flourish, you must have a solid foundation and before we explore love, we must first make him or her a friend FIRST.

Love sees no color or gender and is free ... Are you FREE?


By: Kisha Green
author/publisher of the novel "And Even If I Did"
Blog Talk Radio host of "Writer's Life Chats"

Website: www.divabooksinconline.com
Twitter: @KishaGreen

"That Thing Right There"

That thing right there is why I stare
That thing right there is the reason I care
That thing right there is what makes me shed tears
That thing right there will have us lasting through the years

That thing right there will have a brother going crazy,
up late nights listening to Jodeci singing, forever my lady
That thing right there is why I do what I do,
because when it comes to making it, it's all for you

That thing right there is what has me wild'n out,
but before I lose you, I'm willing to go all out
That thing right there just won't allow me to give up,
I live for the best, forgetting the rest because the only place I'm going is up

That thing right there has me aiming high,
jumping hurdles, pushing mountains and reaching for the sky
That thing right there is why our future is set,
with both our kids in mind, what else is left?

When you hurt, I hurt, thanks to that thing right there
When you cry, I cry, thanks to that thing right there
Thanks to that thing right there is why we're here

And when I get on one knee, you'll finally see what it means to be

I LOVE that thing right there and just to prove,
I'm proclaiming my thing right here is all for you ...

~~~> AMERICAN DREAM <~~~

"Depression"

I feel the rush in my body
I feel the knot in my throat
I feel the pain in my chest
And I'm yelling for rope

I'm in a hole, deep down I go
And in the surface, they see smiles and hope
But I'm broken inside, why can't they see
What falling in love did to me

I'm battered and beaten
bruised and scared
I'm yelling & crying, yet no one hears me, I'm too far ...

Alone in the dark
By myself in the rain
Troubles haunt my mind, my reality is pain
Confusion, depression. Why am I alive?
I've been stripped, I've been cheated, my life is all a lie

I ask God for direction
Yet I still have nowhere to go
I'm back at square one, feeling
Helpless and alone

Tears help me ease my pain
I've cried, I've tried
But my feelings stay the same


By: Llarisa Abreu

www.Twitter.com/Llady_juicy
www.Facebook.com/LlarisaAbreu

Ask Indy! To Thy Own Self, Be True

Love is the ultimate answer. Love is not an abstraction, but an actual energy, or spectrum of energies, which you can "create" and maintain in your being. Just be loving. You are beginning to touch God within yourself. Feel loving. Express your love. Love dissolves fear. You cannot be afraid when you are feeling love. Since everything is energy, and love encompasses all energies, all is love. But by all means, be true in your love, for yourself and others.


Dear Indy: I recently met a guy and we have really hit it off. A couple of weeks ago, I spent a weekend at his home and it was great! This guy (my boyfriend) told me at the inception of our relationship that he has two children from a previous marriage, but over that weekend, he told me he has three -- the addition is the first, and doesn’t live in the country. I was pretty upset because he lied to me. He said it isn’t a big deal, but to me, it is, especially if we’re planning on having a life together. I’m young and cannot see myself being stepmom to three of his offspring, plus the two he wants to have with me. I love him, but am I being selfish? Please help!

Fab Girl
NY, NY


Dear Fab Girl: Ok, Ms.Young & Fabulous, this is a bit much to take in all at once. I, on the other hand, understand. I, myself, have dated men with children, and believe me, it isn’t an easy situation, especially when you don’t have children of your own. Your circumstances and ways of thinking are naturally different from those who have children.

Let's cut to the chase. The man has three children and two other women who will be in his life for the rest of his life which, means those extra five people will be in your life and your children's lives as well if you choose to be with him. Is that something you're cut out for? You have to be honest with yourself. It’s not about being selfish, it’s you only have one life and it's precious and you owe it to yourself to be clear on what is right for you. Your boyfriend made these choices for himself and now he wants to be with you and start a family. If you love him and him having children isn’t an issue for you, I say great, but believe me, you should talk it over in detail and let him know your boundaries and concerns.

In my opinion, if you're going to be his wife, you come first. He has a responsibility to you and your family that he wants with you, and you deserve that security. It’s about compromise and patience. If you are both on the same page with regards to your plans and your life together, I say great, but if you’re not, there are always going to be problems. You and your mate have to have a united front so that no one will think they can disrespect or disrupt what your union means, past wives, children or anyone else. And he should know that if mama’s not happy, no one will be happy -- that’s you, my dear.

Now lets get to the lie. Why is he lying about his child? Red flags are going up for me. And him saying it's not a big deal, well that’s ridiculous. Whether the child is here or in another country is beside the point. This child will have brothers and sisters and a stepmother to look forward to. Your children may want to know their siblings and have relationships, which they should. And once again, what's up with the lying? I think this is an issue you should resolve before you start discussing marriage or children. The last thing you want to do is be tied down in a relationship with children and a man that lies. Remember, you're young and fabulous. I say do without until you know for sure if this is the situation for you.

Miss Indy


on-air personality on PNC Radio

Twitter: www.twitter.com/IndyPNCRadio
Blog: www.missindyonline.com

"Feelin On Yo Booty"

This is my song for real, no doubt
Said the DJ's making me feel thugged out
As I walk you to the dance floor
We begin to dance slow
Put your arms around me
I'm feelin' on yo booty ...

So I'm here at the spot and have to take a bathroom break, but as I'm in here, I needed to vent so why not whip out my crackberry and get to typing ...

OK ... This song by R. Kelly had me wondering and it made me think about how I'm here at this lounge and the music is sounding good and you know a sista was looking fly while at the club getting my dancy dance on and then ole dude come up from behind and start grinding on my ass ... WTF??? Now, not for nothing, the Patron had a sista feeling lovely ... I repeat, lovely, but damn, he is behind me rocking and swaying to the beat and he begins to whisper sweet nothings ... yeah, they are nothings because the music is too loud for the two of us to really hold some intellectual conversation, but it sounds nice ... We can give him brownie points for effort, right? ... lol.

But wait, not only is his ass dumb for trying to talk over GS Boys' “Stanky Leg,” but why is it that once ole boy takes a few shots of the Hennessy and now he has grown some super balls to approach you, his breath smells like four-day-old garbage ... not one-day-old and sure as hell not three-day-old but indeed four-day-old garbage? So now I come back to reality and that smell was definitely a buzz kill and now I got to explain to the two step fool why he isn't going to get my number.

I guess he thinks I am some byrd that is beat for a dude to buy me a drink. I think not! First of all, my boo is at home, and secondly, I am not trying to accept any drink from anyone so I that got to sit there and pretend I am interested for the sake of an alcoholic beverage, so he can think he is gonna get my number or some late night loving. Again, I think NOT!

Oh shit, I gotta go. “Say Ahh” is on ... yanno that’s my soooooong!


Smooches

Miss Opportunity

"She Wonders ..."

She walked through white sandy beaches
shaded by palm trees
Pretended cold air coming through cheaply
paned windows were cool ocean breezes
Pushed away the sound of his heavy breathing
though the stench was hardly leaving
Spittle from his lips could be the spray
from waves.

She wonders for a minute
if this escaping from reality
will eventually make her crazy
as she tries to suppress her laughter
cuz the sh*t ain't work
cuz what the f*ck on her fantasy island
would make her coochie hurt
like this old fat man
in this cheap hotel
in this temporary hell.

She looks over at the table
just as a reminder
past the green of folded bills
her gaze rests on the timer
YES! almost over
definition of a day's work
all about perception.

She walks into the bathroom
NO ... it's a spa
everyone's there to serve her
the walls are covered in gold
not chipped paint, nicotine and mold
rough concrete becomes
diamond-crusted tile
for her ... ummm the Queen of The Nile tonite
not the queen of a little while.

She wonders for a minute
if this escaping from reality
will eventually make her crazy ...


By: Satori

Blog: www.satori06.blogspot.com
Twitter: twitter.com/satori06

"My Baby Likes It ..."

My baby likes it ...
When I walk around with rollers in my hair

My baby likes it ...
When we kiss in public like no one's there

My baby likes it ...
When I look at her and stare into her soul

My baby likes it ...
When I get on top and take control

My baby likes it ...
When I hold on tight and won't let go

My baby likes it ...
When we get together and make our own lil pornos

My baby likes it ...
When I spread my legs asking for it not to stop

My baby likes it ...
When our lovemaking goes on for hours nonstop

My baby likes it ...
When I call midday just to say hello

My baby likes it ...
When I ... well, you know *wink*


By: Kisha Green
author/publisher of the novel "And Even If I Did"
Blog Talk Radio host of "Writer's Life Chats"

Website: www.divabooksinconline.com
Twitter: @KishaGreen

"Sexual Mental-Course"

It was from the first moment that I had that pleasure
Not that I had any intention of pursuing you
Didn't want you to think I was a lust-filled fool
But there was something about you that caught my mind
Something about you that I couldn't deny
So through the miles that separated us, I created a vision
It set us both into mental submission
Let us lie in each other's beds and let this romance dance in our heads
Tracing your body with my finger tips
Stopping as I reach the horizon of your hips
I grasp them gently with the palms of my hands
Your buttocks flex, causing your pelvis to stand
My lips and tongue gently endure your cul-de-sac
Causing a bridge-like arch to form under your back
Your stimulating moans send chills over my taste buds
With more intense tasting you makes my mouth flood
Tugging at my shoulders, we gaze face to face
You motion my passionate pipeline to your waiting orifice
Taking me in halfway, I bite down on my lip
The acrobatics of your tongue stimulate my tip
Like random shots of lightening, my rod begins to pulsate
Of one we must become, no longer can we wait
Mounting me slow and gyrating like a top
Although I say it sternly, I don't want you to stop
We pinch our eyes shut as ecstasy builds tight
Exploding with one another, interrupting the silence of the night
Awaken in the morning, covering our bodies is a thin film of sweat
The dream we shared apart is one we'll never forget


By: Soul Toucha

Twitter: twitter.com/AchiengLandy


Soul Toucha Poetry © 2010

"Miss Kitty"

See, I have this alter ego named Miss Kitty. I've been trying to keep this bitch in the bag for years. In fact, I've been pretty successful up to now. However, one night after hours of "debating" with my significant other, I went to bed angry. Oooooohhhh, but when I woke up, I woke up dangerous.

You see, while I was sleep, this person took over my mind, body and soul. She looked like me, acted like me, but there was one difference. When she opened her mouth, there was a confidence that exuded from her being. Her eyes were on fire and her words were passionate and oh so truthful. She sat down on the bed beside me. I can see it as clear as day. It freaked me the fuck out because for real, it was me! She said, "Lisa, you're better than this! In fact, you deserve better than this! Dry your eyes, girl, harden your heart and live. Don't be no fool and lose what you need to keep you going (I call this my economic stimulus package), but do what you need to do to make you happy." I started to speak and she held up her hand to stop me. "I know what you're going to say. You are a married, God-fearing woman, yata, yata, yata! But God wants great things for you and maybe that paycheck beside you ain't it."

"Did you ask God was it him you were supposed to join in matrimony with? Did you seek his blessings before you jumped the broom?" I looked at her with a blank stare on my face and she replied, "Exactly. So God don't have nothing to do with this. You see, girl, women are like dogs. All we want to do is be rubbed, loved and maybe taken for a walk every now and then. You treat us right and we will be loyal to the end. However, you neglect us, we'll follow the first person that comes along and shows us any love, attention and affection. That's just the way it is." She grabbed my hand and pulled me over to the mirror. "You see that," pointing to my reflection in the mirror. "That there is a bad bitch! However, nobody else will know it unless you believe it with all of your being. You see, beauty comes from within. You believe it and so will others. It's in you, you were born with it and you know it. You've just been afraid to unleash it because of everything you've been brainwashed to believe. So from today forward, unleash your kitty. Set her free!"

I looked deep at my reflection in the mirror and I began to change right before my eyes. My eyes were on fire, my hips had a new swagga. I felt different inside and out. Yes, Miss Kitty was now full of life. I walked back to the bed, laid down and turned towards the paycheck and smiled. "Your loss," I said. I laid down, closed my eyes and dreamt about who would be the first victim of Miss Kitty...

(Stay Tuned)


By: Lisa Scott

E-mail: lisahotfrog@hotmail.com

"When Love Hurts"

Reminiscing on the jubilant days so far extinct.
I now reach for the right words, but these lips won't speak.
What happened to the laughter, affection, and unconditional love?
I thought you were a gift from the heavens above.
How we were able to overcome the disagreements so effortlessly.
Does this ever cross your mind, or is it just me?
Still, I love with a heart broken into a thousand pieces.
I gather them all together, but the excruciating pain never ceases.
How could you hurt me when I live for you day in and day out?
Nobody ever taught me that this is what love's supposed to be about.
Somewhere in the chaos, I lost sight of me.
The way I walk, talk, think, and the way things used to be.
I realized a few months ago, I don't know myself anymore.
My whole being shivers at the thought of the unexpected you have in store.
My solution is to end it all myself and show my life discontinued.
Then I realized you stole my life, a disgraceful venue.
Lost my sense of direction and I just don't know where to turn.
I think about our relationship and all that I've learned.
I've been betrayed by the enemy himself.
Though I lack material, my heart and my soul are my wealth.
I called on the Lord with all my might.
I basked in His presence and vowed to fight.
Fought for my purpose and rediscovered myself.
Vowed to God to take repossession of my wealth!
Determination so strong in my spirit that I left with the clothes on my back.
Never to look behind me and didn't even think to pack.
I've found the love I once sought and it's so true.
I'm better this way, and there's one way I'll never give up on you.
I'll always pray for you to begin to love yourself.
That soon one day you'll even rediscover your wealth.
Though you hurt me so bad, I still will always love you.
Just not enough to continue to take the abuse and I thank God for the new!
I have no regrets for I've learned a valuable lesson.
No matter what anyone does, they deserve to be forgiven.
Necessary for one’s own freedom.

By: Kenya Mack

Blog: kenyamack.blogspot.com
Twitter: @KenyaMack

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MOTIVATION/INSPIRATION

How do I choose? Where do I start? One has my brain, the other my heart. Do I fake right and go left or fake left and go right, or do I think like a winner and prepare for the fight? Just two choices to make, but man I'm stumped. I wish life was much easier, ahh forget it, I'll just fake the funk. But who am I fooling -- me or them? I know someone knows something, but they're just not saying. My life is but a game and this one I'm done playing. To say it's hard out here for a pimp is just too cliche, so I'll just go another route and say mine was made. You might be in confusion or just wondering, what? I got a bad chick on my right/left side and I'm not giving her up. One's the motivation, the other's the inspiration -- why cant they just come together and complete my situation? No, I'm not a player and that's not my m.o. But this ego thing she has, just gots to go. One minute it's this, the next it's that. This chick be set tripping and that's a fact. She pushes me to do and be more and doesn't want me to fail, but when things don't go well... Dammit man, she's giving me hell. I just can't leave her alone because my LOVE IS LOST. Lost in confusion or is it just my thoughts? Nah, I'm not confused, but what's a nucca to do? MOTIVATION/INSPIRATION, THIS IS ALL FOR YOU!!!

~~> AMERICAN DREAM <~~

U. T. I. ( Under. The. Influence )

"Da mind is a creature of habit"

I've been placed on this planet for reasoning, understanding and knowledge, once a prisoner to a well-designed infrastructure system. A system so well-organized, it is not visual to the human eye ... But it is indeed a state of mind and death is the only route ofescaping -- death not upon the body, but demolishing of all negative thoughts. See, the moment I come outside and come encounter with other minds, I intake apart of their life, their world, their pain and some of their success.

Now the power of having choices is similar to goddess ... in a form of destroying and rebuilding. Remodel your world youngin, sit in your thrown, create a habitat you could call home. Have acumen in all your steps and planning, create da matrix -- don't be apart of it. Da mind takes shape to any form that is implicated repeatedly. In other words, the mind is an open window allowing information to enter -- your thoughts are the molder and your beliefs are the reality. Be cautious to those you converse with on reasoning, understanding and knowledge.

~~GHOST~~

"Alive in Thought"

"If you are going through hell, keep on going" ~ Winston Churchill

What that means makes no sense, but is at the time as clear as a foggy night.
While lived in a home for several years, spent the last four building a house. Leaning to plan, wire, frame and truly creating a warm colored masterpiece.
While have yet to send out a single invitation.
Still, just a house.
I'm special, unique, powerful, or simply narcissistic.
In a day, how many times does "I" happen?
Did I build a house night and day to create, to keep on going, or to heal?
Has life been lived to accomplish or does life be lived ...
simply to grasp anything can be accomplished.
To gather stones, rocks, pebbles for a road.
To taste that red ripe strawberry just picked
with morning dew still glazing.
To run into the dark to hide those shadows no more.
What tells the truth? As in a circular fashion, winds the clock.
Having traveled the four corners,
yet still without taken as much as a single step.
In one glorious moment, does it all change?
The mesmerizing fresh meadows pour over with excitement.
The capture of blindness has struck with vibrant blues.
In this presence, we have captured a mere glimpse of pure sunshine.


By: M. Dexter

"The Pleasure Principle" {Part 4/4}

Once in California, I began my norm and proceeded to make some doe. It was hard to start over, but I managed to set up shop within a matter of weeks. Out of the blue, I received a call from an old client named Devon Armstead. I was glad to see an old face with long money. Devon was a rich oil tycoon out of Texas who loved black women. As always, he requested that I dressed in red lingerie and I was only happy to oblige after a limo arrived to take me to Fredericks to get the just right ensemble for what was going down later. When I returned home, I quickly showered, packed my bag of tricks, and went to the hotel. When I arrived, I asked for him and the desk attendant told me he was expecting me and handed me a hotel card key for room 112. I went up one floor and used my hotel card to enter the room. It was a gorgeous suite that overlooked the city and there were red rose petals all over the floor and a note that read: "Make yourself at home, beautiful. I had to run out, but I will return shortly. Look in the closet, there is a surprise for you ☺" The interesting thing is that game should’ve recognized game. I should’ve got the hell out of there, but I didn't. When I opened the closet door, there stood Redd with a rose in his mouth. My breath was caught in my throat. I took a few steps back, but I couldn’t will myself to run. My mind was racing.

I blurted out, “You’re not Devon!”

He threw the rose at me. “You think?”

How on earth did this motherfucka find me?

"You stupid bitch! Did you think you could get away from me, LaKisha?" he asked, stepping out of the closet.

How this nigga gonna call me by my government name? How the fuck did he find me? I thought to myself, as he backed me into the corner. "It's not what you think, Redd ... really," I said in a pleading tone.

"Well, it appears you were getting money in Jersey and I see that wasn't enough for your trifling ass," he spat before smacking me across the face. He smacked me repeatedly until I cried out.

“No more, please! No more!” I couldn't believe he hit me, but this was the game and I had to respect it. Tears began to stream down my eyes, making my Christian Dior mascara run. "I just wanted ... ummm ... I just," I mumbled between the sobs.

"Look, bitch! This is real shit here. You know you couldn’t come to Cali or anywhere thinking you ‘bout to be running shit without me. There are rules to this game and you should’ve known who you were fucking with," Redd said before smacking me again.

"I know Redd. I know! Please stop hitting me! I can't take it anymore,” I pleaded.

“Don’t tell me what to do! I told you that you belonged to me. You thought I was playing? Did you hear me? I asked you a fucking question. Did you forget?”

I shook my head.

“No, you forgot. I’m about to teach that ass a lesson.”

Redd grabbed my arm and threw me against the wall. My teeth clicked when the back of my head banged against it. He punched me so hard that it felt as though my brain shook. I cried and pleaded for him to stop, but that only seemed to make him angrier. He began raining punches on every spot of my body. I felt as though I was going to lose consciousness when he finally he stopped. He lifted me from the floor and ripped my lingerie off. Then he flung me onto the bed and climbed between my legs.

I cried out, “Please, Redd. No!”

"But I thought this is what you loved so much," he said, with a sinister grin on his face and then penetrated my dry walls.

I cried out, “Ouch! You’re hurting me!”

He ignored my cries and continued fucking me harder. Suddenly, he pulled out. He flipped me over on all fours and, without warning or lubrication, this nigga shoved his dick in my ass.

I howled in pain. “Ouch!”

He laughed cynically. A few minutes later, he pulled out and dragged me off the bed throwing me onto the floor. He commanded me to get up on my knees. He rubbed his dick in my face. “Suck it!”

I shook my head. Redd slapped me. Reluctantly, I took his manhood and put in my mouth. I proceeded to work his dick back and forth. He told me to play with my pussy. He squeezed my breasts hard as I played with my clit.

“Ouch!” I shrieked, pulling away.

He grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked me back. “Suck my dick, bitch!”

As much as I wanted to gnaw it off and feed it to his ass, I didn't. Instead, I continued to suck for 15 minutes until that sorry motherfucka came all over my face and in my hair. He looked down at me with disgust and with his foot, he kicked me away like I was a piece of trash on the street.

You asshole! I screamed inside my head not daring to say it aloud.

Redd left me there in the middle of the floor as he walked to the bathroom. I just sat on the floor, wondering when the hell I was going to wake up from this nightmare when I realized it was just the beginning. I knew he wasn’t about to let me go anywhere without him knowing my whereabouts, but I had to get to a doctor. It hit me that the nigga didn’t bother using a rubber.

He yelled from the bathroom, "You already know what’s up. So just consider this your only warning. Get your shit and let’s go. You’re going back to Jersey.”

“I can’t just leave like this, Redd.”

“What did you just say to me? You can’t?” He came out of the bathroom in what seemed like one long stride. He pimp slapped me.

I bit my lip as I fell backwards. I could taste my own blood as my hand went to my mouth. Quickly regaining my composure, I shook my head. “I was trying to tell you about my lease on the apartment I got, that’s all.”

“Don’t worry about that. My boys are already moving yo’ shit out. I paid it up for the rest of the year, so I want my money back. That means when we get back, I expect you to handle your business my way. For your lying and deceitfulness, your traps will be double what it used to be. Don't disappoint me, Laci."

I nodded silently. He stared down at me for what seemed like an eternity. I was relieved when his cell rang. He looked at it and smiled turning his back to me. I didn't know what to do, but I pulled myself from the floor and went to the bathroom to clean up. I almost jumped out of my skin when he appeared behind me.

"So what's good, playboy?" Redd asked the person on the phone, while he kissed my bare shoulder.

I cringed inside and focused on my reflection in the mirror. I frowned. The bruises everywhere made my beautiful face resemble that of a raccoon. He walked back into the suite, leaving the door open. I looked at Redd and then back at the mirror. For the first time, I didn't like the person I saw.

Suddenly, I heard him say, "Laci is just fine. I just taught the bitch a lesson and class is over. Yeah. We’re going to leave as soon as she gets dressed."

I went back into the suite because I wanted to know who he was talking to. As if he knew what I was about to say, Redd walked towards me. He stopped in front of me and smiled before blurting out, "My nigga, Aaron, sends his regards." Then he turned on his heel and began exiting the room.

I stood in the middle of the floor suddenly feeling week in the knees. I yelled at his back, "Wait a minute. How the fuck do you know—"

Redd turned around as he opened the door. "I told ya'll hoes before ... don't hate the playa, hate the game!”

THE END

Click here to read: "The Pleasure Principle" {Part 1/4}
Click here to read: "The Pleasure Principle" {Part 2/4}
Click here to read: "The Pleasure Principle" {Part 3/4}

By: Kisha Green
author/publisher of the novel "And Even If I Did"
Blog Talk Radio host of "Writer's Life Chats"

Website: www.divabooksinconline.com
Twitter: @KishaGreen

"The Touch"

It's a few weeks now since we passed on the street,
Not a word spoken amongst the hoard of feet,
stamping and marching in line in the 9 a.m. rush,
It was raining that morning, my hair was sodden when you brushed
Against me, caused me to turn and look, Tore me from my daydream
As I stomped wetly on my way to work, your eyes gleamed.
I was about to yell, "Look where you're going, jerk," instead I raised
My brow and grinned, to meet your cheeky grin. We blazed
for a moment, then I turned on my heels and walked away
I've been passing you in the same spot each and every day
Since. And now the dreams have started, I don't even know your name
That doesn't stop me from wanting you, aching for you, all the same.
It's those eyes of yours, every time we pass in the 9 a.m. crowd
You want to hesitate, I want to stop, not sure if I'm allowed
to in this City. I'm sure you know the etiquette of suits
I can't handle this much more, tomorrow I'll shoot
and go for the kill. The problem I have is I don't want to speak to you
I just want to see if that fire in your eyes burns true,
And if my dreams aren't misleading, then your hands feel amazing all over me
I won't even say a word, just take a leap of faith, be free
for once, and leap into your arms, wrap my legs around you and press
my wet warm lips against yours, forget the city stress.
Maybe you could push us into an alleyway, somewhere, well, quiet,
Where we could just unwind, without starting a riot?
I wonder if you would reciprocate? If I unzipped your pants and started to play
Or would you think that I was mad, maybe run away?
It's a few weeks now, since we passed on the street,
And whilst grinning and eye contact is neat
I really need to feel you inside me, I don't want to talk,
Tomorrow, I might kiss you on the sidewalk.


By: Doubtful Poet

Twitter: @DoubtfulPoet

"The Pleasure Principle" {Part 3/4}

I hung up with Katisha, grabbed my dress, and quickly drove home. I ran to my closet and grabbed the Louis Vuitton bathing suit given to me as a gift from yet another satisfied client, Jeffrey. I threw it into the suitcase and finished packing within minutes. I had just finished putting on my makeup on and was running the comb through my hair when the phone rang.

"What up, hoe?" Tamia asked, but before I could answer, she proceeded to sing the hit by Soulja Boy, "Hopped up out the bed, turn my swag on. Took a look in the mirror, said 'what's up?' Yeah, I'm gettin money, oh!"

"Um ... hello ... hello, bitch ... save the rapping for your thugs," I said abruptly, cutting her off.

"Oh ... my bade hoe. I was calling because I was about to stop by so you could see these Jimmy Choo's I got from my new sugar daddy, Javier."

"Won't be happening tonight because Sterling got a limo coming in about 15 minutes and I'm about to be out."

"Oh, damn. Now that’s what’s up. Well hit me up when you get back."

"Alright, later."

I closed the phone and placed it on my vanity. I continued to comb my hair. I looked myself once over in my full-length mirror before going downstairs to wait for the limo. A few minutes later, the horn blared and I was on my way to see Sterling. Instead of going out of town, the driver took me to the Waldorf Astoria hotel in Manhattan. Once at Sterling's hotel suite, I nibbled on the caviar and sipped some champagne he had sitting next to the Jacuzzi. He was relaxing and began telling me about his stressful job. I was somewhat interested, but truthfully, my cash was on the mind so I changed the subject and handled business. I walked over to Sterling and proceeded to strip. I knew how much he loved to watch me and like always I put on a show.

After everything was over, like a taught dog, Sterling told me where I could find my compensation for the evening. To my left on the nightstand, there was a red velvet box that contained a platinum tennis bracelet and $4,500 in cash. I winked at him, gathered what was mine, and put it in my Gucci clutch. We shared a kiss before I rushed out. There was still time for me to catch up to Aaron. When I got home I called and told him I was on my way to I-Divine’s, but he asked me to meet him at his house instead. I knew what was up so I quickly grabbed my overnight bag and headed out the door. Half an hour later, I was pulling up behind Aaron’s white Yukon Denali. Before I got to the door I heard Aaron opening it. I saw the grin on his face and my eyes lit up.

Once inside, we damn near ran up stairs and into his bedroom. I slid my dress off, sat on the edge of the bed and began to play with myself. Aaron watched as I slowly began to massage my already engorged clit. I rubbed myself in a circular motion for several minutes as he watched, stroking his dick. I was nowhere close to climaxing, but I was getting moist looking back at him. My breasts were standing erect, waiting for Aaron to pay them some "special" attention. He came over to the side of the bed and leaned forward covering my left nipple with his hot mouth. I lifted my back as he pushed three fingers deep into my pussy. I moaned, rubbing my clit harder. He continued to suck my nipple and finger fuck. He pulled away from my taut nipple and moved his head below my waist. I moved my hand and he replaced it with his fat tongue. While his fingers moved in and out of my walls, his tongue danced across my clit. I moaned until I felt my body release the first orgasm. He straightened his back and turned to my side. I scooted to the edge of the bed and grabbed his sack, as I filled my mouth with his manhood. He grabbed my head and threw his head back while fucking my mouth. I slurped on his dick until I felt it pulsing in my mouth. I knew he came but swallowed and continued working my magic on his dick. I knew he would be ready in a second. A minute went by before I felt his shaft swelling in my mouth. He took a step back and looked down at me. That expression told me he was going to give me what my body craved for. He walked over to the dresser, grabbed a condom. When his back hit the bed, I took the rubber from him, slid it on with my mouth and then straddled him. He loved when I did this. I knew it drove him crazy that he couldn’t figure out how I could put a rubber on with my mouth so precisely. With one stroke, Aaron went deep. I rode his cock until our bodies climaxed together. We held one another close and Aaron began talking about his career plans again, but then he mentioned being together forever. I almost jumped out of his arms but played it cool. I never said anything in response because I didn’t know what to say. I just nodded and pretended to fall asleep.

As the months went along, Aaron and I saw each other whenever my “modeling” schedule permitted. In a perfect world, he would indeed be the one. You know, that nigga I could be laid up in the bed on a Sunday afternoon watching movies with on some real hugged up shit. Aaron could indeed fuck all night like an energizer bunny and had a dick that reached every section of my sugar walls. His dick goes deep and during our session, he would have me coming for hours. To top it off, he also liked to spend doe on me. So what was there not to like? The realism was that we were both obsessed with our different lifestyles. Even though I felt I was falling in love with him, I knew deep down he would never be able to give me what I constantly needed. So I continued to tell myself it would never work and handled business. Keeping Aaron in check with his feelings was one thing, but I should’ve known that my mutinous ways were going to catch up with me.

I knew the game and getting money like this was only going to be temporary. Word on the street had it that Redd was about to get out of jail. I knew I needed to get out of New Jersey before my former pimp found me. After long consideration, I decided it was best for me to go the West Coast. I even considered hiring some females to expand my territory. My only dilemma with that was taking some young hoes under my belt. I knew they would try to feed me chicken when they knew I wanted steak. I knew the game because I did it to Redd when I worked for him. Simply put, the hoes would be giving me my money, but drama would start the moment any of them brought me less than what I knew they could get. I know what I asked for and that's what I want. Redd wasn’t on top of his game, but principles are everything, feel me?

Now that I’ve schooled you on the business, let’s get back to the dilemma with Redd getting out: Aaron. This dude wanted more of a commitment and I had to be honest with myself. I really wasn't ready to be with just one so I did what any female in my shoes would do. I left him a Dear John letter. I hit up a couple of my connects in Beverly Hills and began to pack my suitcases. Even though they were against my decision, I told Tamia and Katisha I had to get away from Redd. Katisha wanted me to tell Aaron, but he would never understand after all of the lies I’d told. I asked her how stupid would I look asking him to protect me from a pimp knowing I was still out doing it without him. Right as I got into my new candy apple red SLR McLaren to leave for the airport, my cell rang. I looked at the display and it read "Aaron." After our breakup, this pussy-whipped fool blew up my phone on a daily basis while sending flowers and gifts to my house. He had no idea that all of this was business and never personal. Someone like me would never settle down. I couldn't talk to him so I ignored the call and drove off into the sunset.

Yeah, that would be a fly ending to my story, huh? Yeah, but the reality was I was driving to the Newark International Airport to catch a flight to California to get away from Redd, remember?


To be continued ...


Click here to read: "The Pleasure Principle" {Part 1/4}
Click here to read: "The Pleasure Principle" {Part 2/4}

By: Kisha Green
author/publisher of the novel "And Even If I Did"
Blog Talk Radio host of "Writer's Life Chats"

Website: www.divabooksinconline.com
Twitter: @KishaGreen

"Pretty Rotten"

She's gorgeous on the outside, flawless without a blemish. Body like a video vixen with eyes penetrating deep into your soul. She walks with her head high, heels clicking with every step {"click, clock, click, clock"}, rips the sidewalk like a catwalk taking your every breath. She's the type you can't wife, she attracts too much attention. Not to mention, she's a flirt and that kind of makes it worst. On the outside, she's a fresh breath of air; but on the inside, polluted, self-hatred planted and branched off, subconsciously rooted. Drug addict, sniffing coke in her parents attic ... While they sleep, she smokes weed, pops pills and sneaks off ... Pussy wet from the excitement, she's fittin' to freak off. Pregnant twice before and aborted both missions. Having sex with no protection, making the wrong decisions. High school dropout and she can't keep a job for a whole week. Parties every night, doing drugs, getting no sleep. Hates herself so much that she be cutting her flesh, but you wouldn't tell. She covers up well with the way she dresses. Vanity driven, daydreamer in a fantasy living. Getting money on her back or the doggie position. Sells her body for a couple dollas, no self-respect. Contracted STDs before, but has no self-regret. On the outside, she's a beauty, her appearance is a 10; on the inside, a disaster, sleeping with her man's best friend. Conniving and black-hearted, you couldn't tell on the surface, but her core is so rotten, malice seeps through her pores. At first glance, the type of girl any man would adore, but on the inside, she's nothing but a worthless dirty whore.


By: Jack Ofal Trades

"Domestic Silence"

I wake up to birds chirping and your beauty at peace. Longing for the voice I haven't heard from in weeks. I've lost sleep, it's quite steep on this peak of danger, we go about our days as complete strangers. She blames me, I blame her -- our love changed, it ain't the same. Anger fuels my pain and extinguished intimate flames. So I practice silence before I act on violence. In my broken home, a dirty look is something like a broken bone. All alone, losing weight, dinners in a headlock. Coming home after work to a plate of Kellogg's. Shoulder shrugs and head nods, our language of choice. Takes the place of tongue lashings and raising our voice. I've been abused since the start, I have the black and blues to prove, but I choose not to part, she's all my heart ever knew. Thoughts of smacking her arose, fighting blow to blow, jabbing her nose and slicing her throat, I thought it all. But my intent is not spoken so I won't present a threat at this very moment or a sudden violent explosion. Instead of going upside her head, eye shut swollen, I prefer not to feed the urge cause silence is golden. Emotionally submerged in an ocean, which drowned our minds. With hand motions, we converse without a sound like mimes. Think back on what we had, now look at where we at. Went from pillow talking to verbal attacks. From verbal attacks to mental abuse, and in the midst of the confusion, then seclusion came through. And I'm through, I'm sooo through, I'm decreasing my health. I'm so through, it's come to me pleasing myself. My soul screaming for help, from morning til noon. By the evening, washed away by emotional typhoons. I could've sworn we would've jumped the broom, I spoke to soon. She's a wolf in a sheep's costume, but my silence speaks in volumes.

By: Joe Flow

Twitter: @JoeFlows

"The Pleasure Principle" {Part 2/4}

Sit back and let me tell you how this shit went down. I was bringing home about $3,500 or more a night, depending on the circumstance. A sex-craved money hungry sista like me worked five nights a week. Of course, my weekends were my time to do me. On any given Saturday or Sunday, you could find me with my two best friends, Tamia and Katisha. I didn't have a man because what man would understand that I fuck to get paid for a living? No one. My point exactly! So I married my hustle and made sex my homie-lover-friend. Without that, I probably would’ve ended up another project hoe living day by day just to get by like Talib Kweli once rapped about.

This particular Saturday, I was on my way to my favorite boutique to pick up the new Prada dress I ordered for a dinner party the following week. As I pulled into the parking lot of the boutique, my cell phone rang out Young Money's song, “BedRock.” I knew right away that it was Katisha calling. The song was perfect for her because that chick had an ass on her that made several men cry.

"What’s up," I answered, while putting my truck in park.
"Hey girl, are you gonna chill with me, I-Divine and Aaron tonight?" Katisha asked.
"What are ya'll trying to get into?"
"We’re probably going to end up at I-Divine's and you know how we do. Those two will be rolling all night and I’m going to get my drink on."

I- Divine was Katisha's boyfriend. He was a six-figure nigga, courtesy of his street pharmaceutical business. That dude was hella fine with those pretty green eyes. I knew they liked each other, but Katisha would front like she didn't. She was the kind of girl who liked to play games. As luck would have it, I-Divine liked to play the game, too, and very well I might add. Aaron was his tall, dark and handsome partner in crime. He had the sexiest bedroom eyes and when we got together, all we would do is talk because he was just that deep. He was a true intellectual, but as business savvy as he was, he had even bigger plans for making legal money. His long-term goal was to leave the game and start a public relations firm for hip-hop artists. I really liked Aaron, but I couldn't let him get that close because I knew he would never accept my lifestyle. So for our times spent together, we were just kicking it.

I remember the night we met. It started out as innocent, friendly flirt. I was sitting at the bar drinking some Moscato when Aaron winked at me from across the room. I purposely walked past his table on my way to the ladies' room. I didn’t have to go, but I wanted to get a better look of this chocolate hottie sitting alone. After retouching my makeup I headed back to the bar, but I never made it. He grabbed my arm and asked me to sit with him. I stayed with him for the rest of the evening. When it was time to leave, he walked me to my car and we exchanged numbers. The following weekend, Katisha and I rode out to I-Divine’s to hang out with him and one of his friends he wanted me to meet. When we walked in his house, he told us to go ahead in the living room to meet his boy. My mouth dropped open because his friend happened to be Aaron ...

My thoughts were interrupted when my cell beeped in another call. I clicked over to find out one of my regular clients, Sterling Bardwell, wanted to hook up. Sterling was the CEO of some software company whose pockets were deep. My dates with him were always fun. He was undeniably a spontaneous person. So a typical date could have me on his private jet to Las Vegas at the Ghost Bar or even surfing in Maui at the drop of the dime. It was a tough decision since I wanted to chill with Aaron and sip Moscato while he rubbed my feet. That was the part I hated about my profession. I often had to decide between dick or just chilling with a fine brotha. Even though I said the weekends were mine, my best clientele always came first. I knew Aaron was tiring of it, but for me, it was pretty much a no-brainer.

“Sterling, what time will the limo be arriving?"

I clicked back over and told Katisha that I wouldn’t be able to hang out. She asked what I was going to tell Aaron this time and I told her I would tell him the same as always. A few times, he questioned me about what I did for a living and I told him I was an international model. He believed it more once I showed him pictures from my portfolio. I had this photographer I was fucking take some professional shots for me just in case I wanted to model for real one day. I hated lying to Aaron, but I couldn't come clean.


To be continued ...

Click here to read: "The Pleasure Principle" {Part 1/4}

By: Kisha Green
author/publisher of the novel "And Even If I Did"
Blog Talk Radio host of "Writer's Life Chats"

Website: www.divabooksinconline.com
Twitter: @KishaGreen

"I Want ..."

I want to write with no boundaries.
Not for you ... but only for me.
Tired of people who want to dictate to me
That which you want to see.
Fact of the matter is,
Everybody can’t be pleased.
The best advice I received for this industry
Was to grow a thick skin.
See, I don’t mind, but I wonder
how my largest censors
can call themselves
my friend.
Forcing your verdict upon me
as if I do this for you.
I just need you to stop the commotion
Because I’m always going to do what I do.
I find many levels of the creativeness
that dwell
within me.
Contemporary
Urban
Inspiration
Erotic
Non-fiction
My actuality ...
Can’t be listening to you tell me how to be me.
No one knows what I know or considers what I feel.
When I am self-protective, you’re insulted.
But I’m only keeping it real.
Back off of me and let me breathe.
Allow me to construct my writing to be ... all that I want it to be.
Unleashing the beast through my poetry.
Sometimes even an anecdote ...
But either way, the one behind the pen is simply me.
Giving you food for thought ...
Words that make you see unmistakably
The orchestration of me ...
My aura that speaks luminosity.
The authority to dissipate all the drama
of
your
condemnatory curiosity.

When I pick up my pen ... just back off and give me free ...


By: Kenya Mack

Blog: kenyamack.blogspot.com
Twitter: @KenyaMack

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Note from Kenya: I wrote this piece as a freedom piece for myself back in 2008. I was at a point in my life where I was stepping outside of the box and allowing my creativity to take me to other places. One would think that those that love and support them would be all for expanding our horizons. However, the one person that mattered the most to me condemned me for stepping outside of the box. It is my own personal belief that there are no limits in creativity and art should be appreciated in all forms. It is expression. It is the realness that I am most in love with. How we can all relate. That person was my ex-husband. He actually wanted me to stop writing all together. I refused. This was my release. My vent piece.

One of the many things I love about G&G is the freedom to express. I love it. We love it. Peace.

"The Pleasure Principle" {Part 1/4}

My name is LaKisha, but my friends call me Laci. I’m 21, standing at 5'10 and 135 pounds of caramel beauty. I know I’m the inspiration behind the Commodores’ Brick House. I’m proportioned in all the right places. Other than my ass, my 38 D cups are my best asset. They sat up pretty, thanks to the talent of my plastic surgeon, Craig. Yes, we’re on first-name basis especially since he services me as I service him. Feel me?

Anyway, I keep my shoulder-length honey blonde tresses styled in the hottest updos and wraps. I have a fresh manicure and pedicure done every week. I own a four-bedroom townhouse in South Jersey, and sitting inside of my garage is a fully loaded titanium silver BMW X5 with my personalized plate that reads: Laced.

See, I know some of you are thinking this is a conceited, high-maintenance bitch, but actually, I am not. Truth be told, I didn't want to be this way, but I was addicted to having a lavish lifestyle. Since I enjoyed the finer things in life, I learned that sex could be pleasurable as well as economically good for me. That was after he came into my life ...

Ironically, it was on my 18th birthday that I met Redd. My cousin had the hookup with this bouncer and we got into the club without giving him anything more than a smile. Purposely, I wore a skirt that was inches away from showing from my pussy. The halter top revealed my pierced belly and the four-inch heels complimented my long legs. The moment I walked in, the men bum rushed me, begging for attention, but Redd wasn’t having that. At 6’4, he towered over everyone in the place. He walked right up to me and told me that he wanted me. I was impressed with the confidence he had since it matched mine. So I had no problem spending the rest of the night with him. For the next month, he spoiled me with gifts from shopping sprees to mini getaways. He gave me what I wanted without once asking for anything in return. Well that was before our trip to Atlantic City.

I was impressed that Redd got us a Crystal Tower Suite at the Trump Marina. I spent most of the night drinking while he smoked. I was feeling buzzed when I heard Redd say he was ready to make me his. I’d wanted him since we met, but I didn’t want to give it up too soon. At that point, with everything he’d done for me, I was glad to give up the pussy. I nodded for him to come over. He took off his shirt and crossed the room within seconds. My hands rubbed across his smooth chest as he leaned forward and pressed his lips against mine. While kissing me passionately, he palmed my ass. Then, he moved to my neck and I began licking his nipples. He took off his jeans and boxers revealing his long, thick weapon. I saw his erect dick and got down on my knees. I placed the shaft of his manhood in my mouth as I played with his sack. He ran his hands through my long hair as I began to increase the speed of my sucking. Within minutes, I could tell he was ready to explode. He pulled me away and lifted me onto the bed. He quickly removed my clothes and slid between my thighs, consuming me. His tongue moved in a rapid spherical motion on my clit. I arched my back to him when he switched it up by sticking his tongue deep inside. That shit felt just as good as a rigid dick that it had my pussy dripping like a faucet. He grabbed a condom from his jeans. My nails dug into his back as he penetrated my tight walls in one long stroke. I moved my hips around to loosen up and finally my pussy wrapped around his shaft. We changed positions and fucked for what seemed to last for hours. It was awesome, to say the least.

We spent the entire night feasting on one another, but the next morning, Redd’s demeanor had changed. He handed me a wad of one hundred dollar bills and mumbled something about doing stuff like that on the regular for his clients. I thought it was some kind of joke, but he quickly reminded me I was his from then on. I probably should’ve left it alone, but as a result of that night, I turned my hobby of sexing men into a rather lucrative business. That wasn’t enough for me, though. Shit, with the money I made, I could afford to live a very plush lifestyle.

Redd let me have free reign over my clientele and that made it easier for me to tap into side jobs that he didn’t know about. I handled my own business so there was no need for a pimp. Even though I did it for him in the beginning, I was what you could call a renegade since I wanted to work solo and do my thing on my terms. My opportunity to maximize on business came when Redd got locked up. After that happened, I was free to run the business my way and with no one to answer to. My motto was: if it doesn't make dollars, then it don't make sense. Remember, 50 Cent rapping about getting rich or dying trying. That was my view on life ... well, until I got the reality check of a lifetime.


To be continued ...

Click here to read: "The Pleasure Principle" {Part 2/4}

By: Kisha Green
author/publisher of the novel "And Even If I Did"
Blog Talk Radio host of "Writer's Life Chats"

Website: www.divabooksinconline.com
Twitter: @KishaGreen