Trust-I am saying "gurls" and not girls and "gurls" as opposed to women because as the letters in the word "gurl" seem out of place and misspelled and at the same time the word "gurls" fittingly falls short of the word woman. Much in the same way "gurls" have their ideals twisted- SMH.
Y is it that gurls take so much sh#t from men-sometimes even men they may have just met, but they treat their closest and faithful friends, sometimes even family like crap?! This is seriously a topic that puzzles me beyond belief.
If a "best friend" or family member "Crosses" a "gurl" (this is generally speaking although I hate to generalize I feel it's a go this time) she immediately wants to deal with it by verbal or physical confrontation. If her "boyfriend/man/a guy she just met but likes" gets caught lying or does something offensive or to turn her off enough for her to voice it to him or someone she loves and trusts enough to open up to... she can cooly forgive him and will without too much hesitation continue to put 100% of herself on the line for him. It's sad because it's like there is a mixup regarding priorities in regards to who we "let in" and who deserves our love and forgiveness and that bothers me.
In the same breath, the "boi/dude"-falling short of Man that finds such "gurl" and thinks he may have "lucked up" because she will take what he gives and give all he will take. This "boi/dude" is getting that "gurl" who is misspelled, out of place, and she who has fallen short of what it is that his soul will long for... WoMan.
They are a perfect match. I'm just saying...
Signed by: Happy to be WoMan
Monday, March 22, 2010
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
The BEGinning of An Ugly Shituation....
"Miss you too" he said and she could hear the smile on his face. He hung up the phone laid on his back with his arms folded behind his head he inhaled deep and exhaled heavy. What is going on he asked himself as he contemplated trying to wrap his head around how this started and where is was headed. Deep in thought, he jumped when he heard the phone vibrate, he sighed knowing it was her again, "I love talking to you, you make me idk...happy thank you for listening" the text read. It was at that moment that he realized that his situation was getting complicated. He got up off the couch, walked, through the the dark hallway, into the bathroom and stood there in the dark, he wanted her to think that is where he had been for the last hour. After a brief moment he headed into the bedroom and slipped into the bed with her hoping that she was fast asleep. She was already 7 1/2 months along in her pregnancy with their first child. One that he undoubtedly was not ready for, but one that he admittedly did want when he consciously impregnated her. They recently found out it was a girl her name would be Rebecca- distinguished and classy she had pointed out.
They had been together already for 10 years and now at 29 years old and engaged, logically it was the next step. The problem was that suddenly he was forced to remember what it was like to feel whenever he talked to or spent time with Lisa. He hadn't realized before that he had become so numb. His heart wasn't excited or warmed up when he was with Patricia, his fiance'. Now he had a real issue. He desperately wanted his heart to keep beating, feeling, jumping, reminding him that he was still a warm person, a person who could care about something, someone, anything beyond himself. He needed to convince his mind that it was okay to say this out loud.
Patricia stirred and rolled over her belly hanging toward her left side which she laid so gracefully on. He turned his back to her hoping that she wouldn't wake up fully. She wrapped her right arm around him from behind and snuggled up closely to him and soon they began to breathe in and out on one accord. She slid her hand down and felt him, she knew how to do it just right so that he would rise to the occasion as he always did. She kept her hand there in an effort to let him know that she wasn't going anywhere she wanted to please him in any way she could. "I love you baby" she whispered softly in his ear. "I love you too" he said aloud. it sounded strong, sincere...comforting even. They kissed deep, passionately, hard. He ran his fingers through her hair and caressed her back "That feels so good" she uttered. He pulled down his basketball shorts, one of the pairs he faithfully wore to bed each night for as long as she'd known him and that night, he made love to her. She felt that it felt different. She felt good, she tasted good, she moved with him, before him, after him, fast, slow, all over him, even when she was uncomfortable she continued, she was warm. She held on, squeezed tight and talked him through the motions. The shituation was that in his mind, he made love not to the woman in his arms, the woman who loved him and was willing to do anything for him, the woman who gave up everything she had and would give up any opportunity that presented itself for him- the woman bearing his first born child, he was making love passionately, deeply, mentally, and whole heartedly to Lisa and if the shituation presented itself at any time he would act to bring it to fruition.
Knowing the way he felt and anticipating the outcome did not stop him from getting up after he released, and going into the bathroom under the pretense that he was going to wash himself up and texting back "Hey baby..still thinking about you- I just want you to know that I love talking to you too."
They had been together already for 10 years and now at 29 years old and engaged, logically it was the next step. The problem was that suddenly he was forced to remember what it was like to feel whenever he talked to or spent time with Lisa. He hadn't realized before that he had become so numb. His heart wasn't excited or warmed up when he was with Patricia, his fiance'. Now he had a real issue. He desperately wanted his heart to keep beating, feeling, jumping, reminding him that he was still a warm person, a person who could care about something, someone, anything beyond himself. He needed to convince his mind that it was okay to say this out loud.
Patricia stirred and rolled over her belly hanging toward her left side which she laid so gracefully on. He turned his back to her hoping that she wouldn't wake up fully. She wrapped her right arm around him from behind and snuggled up closely to him and soon they began to breathe in and out on one accord. She slid her hand down and felt him, she knew how to do it just right so that he would rise to the occasion as he always did. She kept her hand there in an effort to let him know that she wasn't going anywhere she wanted to please him in any way she could. "I love you baby" she whispered softly in his ear. "I love you too" he said aloud. it sounded strong, sincere...comforting even. They kissed deep, passionately, hard. He ran his fingers through her hair and caressed her back "That feels so good" she uttered. He pulled down his basketball shorts, one of the pairs he faithfully wore to bed each night for as long as she'd known him and that night, he made love to her. She felt that it felt different. She felt good, she tasted good, she moved with him, before him, after him, fast, slow, all over him, even when she was uncomfortable she continued, she was warm. She held on, squeezed tight and talked him through the motions. The shituation was that in his mind, he made love not to the woman in his arms, the woman who loved him and was willing to do anything for him, the woman who gave up everything she had and would give up any opportunity that presented itself for him- the woman bearing his first born child, he was making love passionately, deeply, mentally, and whole heartedly to Lisa and if the shituation presented itself at any time he would act to bring it to fruition.
Knowing the way he felt and anticipating the outcome did not stop him from getting up after he released, and going into the bathroom under the pretense that he was going to wash himself up and texting back "Hey baby..still thinking about you- I just want you to know that I love talking to you too."
It'S StUpId NoT CuPiD....
She looked up and her eyes were telling her to close them…the room was spinning. She still had on her 6 inch red bottom pumps, skinny jeans, and black vest with her red lace bra the one that she wouldn’t normally wear outside but that she put on tonight while in a rage and pissed off at her now ex-boyfriend –the one she had caught at home, in their shower with another woman, soapy and warm and happy. She saw him but he didn’t see her. She couldn’t bring herself to confront him fearful of what she might here and worried about if he left her. She decided NOT to deal with it. Her mom always told her “Men cheat honey.. that’s what they do-they can’t help it and it doesn’t mean that they don’t love you- you just have to deal with it and find one you can love despite his nature”
Well she decided to go out and have some drinks. It had been a rough night and now after 6 shots of tequila and at least two other drinks that were only chased with juice for the slight color they gave, she was totally drunk and her mind was racing. “Jason…” she managed to get his name out of her mouth “Jason, wake up…wake up baby please” He didn’t so much as stir so she let the weight of her body come down on him no longer able to hold her own –literally. His eyes popped open and so did his mouth he was frightened by her sudden presence “Khloe..what the… what are you doing?” “Jason she whispered the scent of the tequila hit him like cheap cologne very early in the morning in a closed space. “Khloe you’re drunk…come on baby just lay down” he whispered hoping to close his eyes and drift back off to sleep “No” sliding all the way down his torso until her mouth was directly over the bulge in his boxer briefs. He tried to pull her back up “Khloe, it’s late babe, I know you how you feel about that-baby it’s fine…close your eyes and go to sleep ” ‘No…I want to” she said knowing deep in her heart how much she hated the act.
Still she took him in ---all of him and proceeded to bob up and down and down and up slowly then faster with hands then without…he moaned, he groaned, he almost yelled “Damn baby…Sh%t, ahhhh” he grabbed her hair and wrapped it around his index, middle, and ring finger she sucked harder, moved faster, with more precision. She took him in like a vacuum, sucking and pulling and breathing harder and harder he began to push and pull her head up and down faster then slower when he wanted it like that….”Khloe, I knew you would come around, I knew you loved me, ahhh baby please don’t stop, don’t stop..” he pleaded with her. She could feel the gagging sensation coming on and her jaw was feeling stiffer than she thought possible. She kept going all the while in her head thinking why was she doing this? Why? Her head hurt. “Yea, baby don’t stop, don’t stop” she kept going. This is important she thought to herself, this is what he wants, he loves this, if I don’t do it someone else will. Finally, with no warning he held her head down hard and a little longer than he did with the other strokes “ahhhhhh oh yea, baby, yea!” he yelled out in passion she tried to bring her head up but he held it down longer, she could feel the warm gush and tasted the bitterness in the back of her throat, again, she tried to raise her head, he was still groaning and holding on preventing her from moving. When he finally let go “oh baby that was the best, I didn’t even expect it or know that you had skills like that!” She sat there feeling violated and disgusted with herself.
She went to the bathroom and spit it out a tear escaped her eyes, she gagged and felt her stomach turning, she couldn’t hold it down, she felt the rise to her throat and began spewing all that she drank into the toilet. When she thought she was done, more came up and suddenly she felt sort of sober. With a throbbing headache and a pain in her stomach beyond her belief she washed her face and stepped back into the bedroom, she thought to herself that although Jason hadn’t come in to check on her he would at least be there to ask her what was wrong and hold her. Much to her dismay he was already fast asleep. She got in the bed, he had all the covers wrapped around him …there was no way that she could pull any out from under him. She wrapped her arms around herself and lay there cold, alone, hurt, and silent. She closed her eyes in an attempt to sleep and realized that once again she failed to take the extra step in the series of steps to get herself completely out of this situation. He used her and sucked her dry for all she had that he could benefit from and she allowed him to do it so that the other side of her bed wouldn’t not be as cold, lonely, and silent and she truly was. Either way, no one got what they really wanted. SOLD
Well she decided to go out and have some drinks. It had been a rough night and now after 6 shots of tequila and at least two other drinks that were only chased with juice for the slight color they gave, she was totally drunk and her mind was racing. “Jason…” she managed to get his name out of her mouth “Jason, wake up…wake up baby please” He didn’t so much as stir so she let the weight of her body come down on him no longer able to hold her own –literally. His eyes popped open and so did his mouth he was frightened by her sudden presence “Khloe..what the… what are you doing?” “Jason she whispered the scent of the tequila hit him like cheap cologne very early in the morning in a closed space. “Khloe you’re drunk…come on baby just lay down” he whispered hoping to close his eyes and drift back off to sleep “No” sliding all the way down his torso until her mouth was directly over the bulge in his boxer briefs. He tried to pull her back up “Khloe, it’s late babe, I know you how you feel about that-baby it’s fine…close your eyes and go to sleep ” ‘No…I want to” she said knowing deep in her heart how much she hated the act.
Still she took him in ---all of him and proceeded to bob up and down and down and up slowly then faster with hands then without…he moaned, he groaned, he almost yelled “Damn baby…Sh%t, ahhhh” he grabbed her hair and wrapped it around his index, middle, and ring finger she sucked harder, moved faster, with more precision. She took him in like a vacuum, sucking and pulling and breathing harder and harder he began to push and pull her head up and down faster then slower when he wanted it like that….”Khloe, I knew you would come around, I knew you loved me, ahhh baby please don’t stop, don’t stop..” he pleaded with her. She could feel the gagging sensation coming on and her jaw was feeling stiffer than she thought possible. She kept going all the while in her head thinking why was she doing this? Why? Her head hurt. “Yea, baby don’t stop, don’t stop” she kept going. This is important she thought to herself, this is what he wants, he loves this, if I don’t do it someone else will. Finally, with no warning he held her head down hard and a little longer than he did with the other strokes “ahhhhhh oh yea, baby, yea!” he yelled out in passion she tried to bring her head up but he held it down longer, she could feel the warm gush and tasted the bitterness in the back of her throat, again, she tried to raise her head, he was still groaning and holding on preventing her from moving. When he finally let go “oh baby that was the best, I didn’t even expect it or know that you had skills like that!” She sat there feeling violated and disgusted with herself.
She went to the bathroom and spit it out a tear escaped her eyes, she gagged and felt her stomach turning, she couldn’t hold it down, she felt the rise to her throat and began spewing all that she drank into the toilet. When she thought she was done, more came up and suddenly she felt sort of sober. With a throbbing headache and a pain in her stomach beyond her belief she washed her face and stepped back into the bedroom, she thought to herself that although Jason hadn’t come in to check on her he would at least be there to ask her what was wrong and hold her. Much to her dismay he was already fast asleep. She got in the bed, he had all the covers wrapped around him …there was no way that she could pull any out from under him. She wrapped her arms around herself and lay there cold, alone, hurt, and silent. She closed her eyes in an attempt to sleep and realized that once again she failed to take the extra step in the series of steps to get herself completely out of this situation. He used her and sucked her dry for all she had that he could benefit from and she allowed him to do it so that the other side of her bed wouldn’t not be as cold, lonely, and silent and she truly was. Either way, no one got what they really wanted. SOLD
It'S SiMpLe
AND I aint never met a brother like you- you make me feel like I’m in a different world
With a different vibe and with a new found peace..there’s something calming about you
And it alarms me…. Somehow in a feel good kinda way
What do I have to do to get next to a man like you and I say man cause you are man on a
grown level like a I could hold my own level and I wanna be down.
With a different vibe and with a new found peace..there’s something calming about you
And it alarms me…. Somehow in a feel good kinda way
What do I have to do to get next to a man like you and I say man cause you are man on a
grown level like a I could hold my own level and I wanna be down.
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