When I think of my sex, I think of an R. Kelly song. It's almost like he had a personal experience of fucking me when he recorded, 'Greatest Sex'! I mean, I'm not trying to blow my own horn, but shit..wait, yes I am. Sometimes sex can be a deterrence for what you really need from a man and don't know how to tell him. You know like more communication, more foreplay, more cuddling when the sex is all over. Holding on tight to him while he's inside going deeper and deeper is our way of holding on to the love we sometimes we wish he would give us before and after sex. Now don't get it twisted. I never said you don't feel some kind of love from him, it's just that, as women, we tend to love harder than men do. Unless the man is just a damn punk ass, weak nigger!! Thinking on this has reminded me of how my BD ( baby daddy once again ) met. It was on the chatline and we were going back and forth trading sexual comments over the phone. As you know, he is 13 years younger than me, and I guess he was calling himself challenging an older woman or quizzing me as to how much knowledge of freaky sex I had. When I told his ass I would have him speaking in tongues like a church member during revival, he nearly jumped through the phone. Then he asked if I sucked dick, in which I replied yes. Anyway, to make a long story short, we came together on a sexual note. I was interested in his sex, and he was mine. When I first started talking to him later that morning, I had no idea where this thing would lead us. I didn't have the slightest idea I would meet him, let alone fuck him! We went clubbing with my cousin and her fiance. Smoked a few blunts, drank some Grey Goose and got comfortable with each other. From the first time I say him, I knew I was getting myself into some trouble. You see, when we talked on the phone he described himself as a Jagged Edge twin looking, braided hair, 5'10 brother with caramel skin. Wet my appetite. At that time, I was an avid Jagged Edge twins fan.I wanted those boys so bad, I could literally see myself taking a trip to the ATL for a desired hookup.
Of course the sex was so fire that he continued to come back. We saw each other every other day. You have to remember this boy lived in Tennessee and I lived in Arkansas. He would come of a Tuesday, after I got off work. We would spend the rest of the day together; talking, laughing, drinking and enjoying each other's company. He would have to be at work at Fed-Ex by 11:00 and would leave at the last minute and head back to Tennessee! It was at this time I realized how much he was feeling me. The weekends were off the chain. All the attention was one me. Nothing mattered when it came to him. I had two teen-agers, a fire ass job and a thick body to die for. And to top it all off, I had a very nice looking young man who constantly wanted to be with me and fuck the shit out of me on a regular basis!
When I first laid eyes on his dick, I was amazed. It was beautiful!! A wonderful peanut butter brown and it stood at attention as soon as he released it from his boxers. Damn! I thought to myself, all that for me. He was a good 10 inches and confident. Just what I needed after being involved with an old ass forty-something year old who couldn't fuck. As he approached the bed, my heart stared beating faster and faster. This young boy was actually getting ready to fuck me long time!! If he concentrated on other things in the room, he could have heard my heartbeat. When he laid on top of me, his cologne captured me. He was wearing Curve and I was mezmorized. He looked into my eyes and smiled as he entered me slowly. My pussy was already wet and dripping from the anticipation of this good dick. As he entered me, I moaned and spread my legs further apart, wanting him to have proper access to all I wanted to give him. We rocked and rocked in a rhythmic motion, getting familiar with each other's bodies, enjoying this first experience that we know we would never get back. First impression is a motherfucker and he was impressing the hell out of me. I never wanted this night to end.
As we drove to my house, we were both silent. I don't know what he was thinking,but I was thinking we had shared a wonderful fire ass night together and it was what it was. So what if we never saw each other again...at least I would have this night to remember. As if he could hear what I was thinking, he turned and looked at me and asked when would we see each other again. I was quite shocked that he asked me that. Quite frankly I didn't think he would be interested in pursuing this little 'fling'. He was 13 years my junior and I'm pretty sure he had all the young pussy he could handle in Tennessee. I wasn't dumb. As he pulled into my driveway, I told him we could kick it whenever he wanted and was available. He knew my work schedule and I knew his. We talked for awhile, which was one thing I really admired about him. He was a wonderful listener and talker. He was much older in wisdom and intelligence that he was in age. That was a major attraction for me. As we continued talking, an announcement came over the radio station from Memphis..K97. His voice was quite unnoticeable at first, but when he repeated it, I heard him loud and clear, "Singer Aaliyah has died in a plane crash at the age of 22." And then there was silence.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Loving and Being Loved By DeVante'
As the relationship continued to develop between DeVante' and Chloe, they were starting to experience the ups and downs of being involved. Chloe had already questioned DeVante' about Nadia (the little young chick in college ) and he denied, denied, denied. Whenever they would have conversations about her, he would just say he use to date her, and they both decided that a relationship wouldn't be a good thing since she was going away to school.
Meantime, the sex was 'off the chain'. Chloe had never experienced sex on this level. Nor had she ever come across a guy who was the 'total package!' DeVante' was young, but he had it going on in the intellectual, sex, and emotional categories. He listened intently to Chloe and they both were there for each other giving advice. By now, it was no secret that DeVante's mother did not like Chloe, partly do to her being an older woman, and partly because she was domineering and was use to people jumping when she ordered.
"What's up with your mama?' Chloe asked DeVante' one day. "Does she know about me? Has she asked anything about us?"
"Yeah, she knows about us." DeVante' stampered to answer. The silence was so thick,you could cut it with a knife.
"Well, to me it seems as though she's tripping about nothing. You are a grown ass man. You are able to do what the fuck you want to do and who you want to do it with."
DeVante' hesitated and then replied. "Well, actually, I've never stayed away from home all night and she's not use to that. You're the first woman I've ever spent the night with after sex."
Chloe looked at him. She couldn't believe this bullshit. What had she gotten herself into? An overbearing mother and a young man who didn't know how to put her in her place. First of all, why in the fuck was he still living at home? But the most important question in this situation was, and she was getting ready to lay it all out in front of DeVante' once and for all, was the fact that his mama was now calling Chloe's house, questioning her as to what was going on between DeVante and her while DeVante' visited every weekend? Not wanting to be disrespectful, but the bitch had some nerve!! The last time Chloe had checked, DeVante's dick was as big as any older man she had fucked and he was driving a car, not riding a tricycle.
"DeVante', I didn't want to say anything about this, but it's getting to the point now what it's racking my nerves." Chloe started
"What's up?" DeVante asked, looking puzzled.
"Your mama's been calling my house! Why in the fuck is she calling my house, DeVante'? How did she get my number?"
"She's been calling your house?" he asked. "What the fuck would she be calling your house for? And the only way she could have gotten your number was by going through my phone when I'm sleep?"
"I don't know. You ask her before she gets her fucking feelings hurt. I'm a grown ass woman. There's no need for her to be questioning me about what the fuck goes on between you and me! You better put her ass in check, or I will." Chloe was upset now.
"Okay, Okay. I will talk to her. I promise."
By this time, Chloe had made up in her mind that she was definitely leaving this young thing alone. His irresponsibility was beginning to show and this was a situation she didn't have to involve herself in. DeVante's mama was overstepping her fucking boundaries and before she'd let the situation escalate, she would just walk the fuck away. Afterall, he was just a fuck, right? A young fuck at that. So what if he laughed at her jokes, cried with her when she cried, and they both shared common music interests? Enough was enough! Just when she was about to tell DeVante' it was over, he leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.
"Are you mad at me? You know I love you right?" DeVante smiled.
"You love me? In three months, you love me? DeVante', look. I..."
Chloe's words were interrupted by DeVante's hand lifting her skirt and sliding ever so gently between her legs and rubbing her thighs. His fingers continued the path until he found her wetness. The softest place on Earth is what he always called it. Chloe didn't even try to resist. This was the man who had showed her good loving and she didn't want to miss out on the next chapter of fire ass fucking. DeVante' stopped for a minute, looked Chloe in her eyes and it was all she wrote.
Chloe was thinking to herself and feeling the aching between her thighs that only DeVante could satisfy at this moment. Fuck his mama, right now at this moment, he wasn't a little boy, nor was he a liar when it came to Nadia. If he said nothing was going on; nothing was going on. Afterall, he spent all his time with Chloe. Every day and night they were on the phone for hours and every weekend he spent with her, loving her, pleasuring her.
DeVante's hand slid deeper into Chloe's pussy and she knew instantly she never wanted this to end. They were sitting in his car, and as DeVante leaned over to release the lever on Chloe's seat, her legs spread open, ready for DeVante' entry. It was nighttime and in Chloe's neighborhood, no one would be looking out of any windows or curiously walking the streets. All was quiet in her house and all was quiet in the neighborhood. The only sounds were coming from DeVante's car; sounds of ecstasy. DeVante' had entered her, slowly and as Chloe arched her back to match his rhythm, she could feel DeVante's dick getting harder and harder inside her. They rocked and licked and moaned together for what seemed like hours until they both climaxed. DeVante' then slid down to the floor and continued to pleasure Chloe with his tongue. He wasn't a champ in this department,but what the hell, Chloe thought to herself, we'll talk about it later. God, I love this boy!!
Meantime, the sex was 'off the chain'. Chloe had never experienced sex on this level. Nor had she ever come across a guy who was the 'total package!' DeVante' was young, but he had it going on in the intellectual, sex, and emotional categories. He listened intently to Chloe and they both were there for each other giving advice. By now, it was no secret that DeVante's mother did not like Chloe, partly do to her being an older woman, and partly because she was domineering and was use to people jumping when she ordered.
"What's up with your mama?' Chloe asked DeVante' one day. "Does she know about me? Has she asked anything about us?"
"Yeah, she knows about us." DeVante' stampered to answer. The silence was so thick,you could cut it with a knife.
"Well, to me it seems as though she's tripping about nothing. You are a grown ass man. You are able to do what the fuck you want to do and who you want to do it with."
DeVante' hesitated and then replied. "Well, actually, I've never stayed away from home all night and she's not use to that. You're the first woman I've ever spent the night with after sex."
Chloe looked at him. She couldn't believe this bullshit. What had she gotten herself into? An overbearing mother and a young man who didn't know how to put her in her place. First of all, why in the fuck was he still living at home? But the most important question in this situation was, and she was getting ready to lay it all out in front of DeVante' once and for all, was the fact that his mama was now calling Chloe's house, questioning her as to what was going on between DeVante and her while DeVante' visited every weekend? Not wanting to be disrespectful, but the bitch had some nerve!! The last time Chloe had checked, DeVante's dick was as big as any older man she had fucked and he was driving a car, not riding a tricycle.
"DeVante', I didn't want to say anything about this, but it's getting to the point now what it's racking my nerves." Chloe started
"What's up?" DeVante asked, looking puzzled.
"Your mama's been calling my house! Why in the fuck is she calling my house, DeVante'? How did she get my number?"
"She's been calling your house?" he asked. "What the fuck would she be calling your house for? And the only way she could have gotten your number was by going through my phone when I'm sleep?"
"I don't know. You ask her before she gets her fucking feelings hurt. I'm a grown ass woman. There's no need for her to be questioning me about what the fuck goes on between you and me! You better put her ass in check, or I will." Chloe was upset now.
"Okay, Okay. I will talk to her. I promise."
By this time, Chloe had made up in her mind that she was definitely leaving this young thing alone. His irresponsibility was beginning to show and this was a situation she didn't have to involve herself in. DeVante's mama was overstepping her fucking boundaries and before she'd let the situation escalate, she would just walk the fuck away. Afterall, he was just a fuck, right? A young fuck at that. So what if he laughed at her jokes, cried with her when she cried, and they both shared common music interests? Enough was enough! Just when she was about to tell DeVante' it was over, he leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.
"Are you mad at me? You know I love you right?" DeVante smiled.
"You love me? In three months, you love me? DeVante', look. I..."
Chloe's words were interrupted by DeVante's hand lifting her skirt and sliding ever so gently between her legs and rubbing her thighs. His fingers continued the path until he found her wetness. The softest place on Earth is what he always called it. Chloe didn't even try to resist. This was the man who had showed her good loving and she didn't want to miss out on the next chapter of fire ass fucking. DeVante' stopped for a minute, looked Chloe in her eyes and it was all she wrote.
Chloe was thinking to herself and feeling the aching between her thighs that only DeVante could satisfy at this moment. Fuck his mama, right now at this moment, he wasn't a little boy, nor was he a liar when it came to Nadia. If he said nothing was going on; nothing was going on. Afterall, he spent all his time with Chloe. Every day and night they were on the phone for hours and every weekend he spent with her, loving her, pleasuring her.
DeVante's hand slid deeper into Chloe's pussy and she knew instantly she never wanted this to end. They were sitting in his car, and as DeVante leaned over to release the lever on Chloe's seat, her legs spread open, ready for DeVante' entry. It was nighttime and in Chloe's neighborhood, no one would be looking out of any windows or curiously walking the streets. All was quiet in her house and all was quiet in the neighborhood. The only sounds were coming from DeVante's car; sounds of ecstasy. DeVante' had entered her, slowly and as Chloe arched her back to match his rhythm, she could feel DeVante's dick getting harder and harder inside her. They rocked and licked and moaned together for what seemed like hours until they both climaxed. DeVante' then slid down to the floor and continued to pleasure Chloe with his tongue. He wasn't a champ in this department,but what the hell, Chloe thought to herself, we'll talk about it later. God, I love this boy!!
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Chloe and Devante'
"Yeah, suck that dick, suck that dick" Devante' was moaning as Chloe continued sucking harder and harder on his dick head. She knew this was how he like it; she could see the expression on his face. She would always refer to his 'Stevie Wonder' moves as he got closer and closer to nutting all over the place. As Devante' started to move his arm and guide Chloe's head further down his shaft, she suddenly came off of his dick and started stroking it; a move that literally kills him. Devante' closed his eyes and moaned. " Ohhhhhh....I'm gone git your ass for this. You know how I love that shit. Just wait, your turn is coming." He then laughed and jerked at the same time as he was getting closer and closer to ecstasy that only Chloe could provide.
Chloe and Devante' were an 'item'. Although she was somewhat older than he was, their age difference never interrupted what they shared intimately or emotionally. Devante' provided Chloe with what she needed--someone who genuinely cared about her, and Chloe provided Devante' with what he needed-someone who would listen to his dreams, never criticized him for doing his own thing, and who loved to suck dick. When they met at the mall in Memphis, neither one of them knew it would be an everlasting encounter. They exchanged numbers and said their goodbyes. Chloe had no idea that he would immediately call her the same night after she got home. Afterall, he was only 21 and she was 30. What could this young boy possible have to offer her? Just a lot of damn drama for nothing. She was a successful business-woman, with two kids who considered herself very independent. To get involved with this young tenderoni would be a disaster. Or did she care?
Devante' was interested in this older woman who seemed to 'get' him from the very beginning. She was a professional woman with great articulation. She had a certain openness about her and didn't care what other people thought of her. Not to mention, she was thick in all the right places. Hips, ass, and nice thighs that looked soft as hell. She walked as if she possessed the secret of good pussy and he wanted the key to open this 'Pandora's Box'. Sure he was sorta involved with Nadia, but Nadia was a young girl, tucked safely away in college in another city and would never have a clue of what was going on and that he was lusting after this woman. And to be quite honest, he really didn't care what Nadia thought. He knew instantly after talking to this older woman, his tenure with Nadia would soon be over.
As Devante' continued to moan and move his head from side to side; Chloe could feel his right leg go up and gyrate against the cover. As he moved frantically about; not wanting the nut to explode yet; holding on to the good ass feeling he was experiencing at this moment, there was no other place Devante' would rather be. Everything between them was good. It had been a good night. Their dinner date had went extremely well, the weed was on point, and the Grey Goose, which was Chloe's drink of choice was the shit. And then to seal the deal, Chloe pleasured him with this fire ass head session. Damn!
" You ready for this shit?' Devante' spoke between moans as he was about to send nut flowing all down Chloe's throat. That was another thing he loved about Chloe. He remembered the night they first talked on the phone. He had asked her if she sucked dick. When she replied "Yes", Devante' felt his dick grow hard. But her answer to the next question would clinch the deal for him. " Do you swallow?" There was a short silence on the phone and then, "Yes, I do". Devante' could feel his desires spiraling out of control as he envisioned this fine, thick ass woman he had just met, giving him head. As his mind wandered, his daydream was cut short by a silk, smooth voice that asked, " Do you go to church?" Devante' thought this sounded like an inappropriate question since he had just asked her about dick sucking. He thought about it a while and then answered, "Yes", not sure where she was going with this.
"Good. Then you know about speaking in tongues, right?" Chloe asked him.
"Uh, yea." replied Devante'
"Have you ever spoke in tongues, Devante'?" she asked in a seductive voice.
Devante' was so engulfed in the sound of her voice and envisioning the way she had smiled at him earlier, that he almost missed the question.
"What? Have I ever spoke in tongues? Uh, no. Why do you ask?" Devante was hoping she wasn't some weird chick like all the rest he had encountered in the last few months.
" Because once I deep-throat you, and move my tongue up and down on your shaft, you will" Chloe stated matter-of-factly.
Devante' let out a loud gasp and then laughed. If this woman could see him blushing right not, she probably woudn't want to talk to him. He felt like a little boy. She had basically shut him down. He knew then that he had hit the jackpot. This woman was not only smart, sexy, and confident,but she was able to stay ahead of the mental game! They talked for hours on the phone, getting to know each other. At the end of the conversation, both Chloe and Devante' felt good and was excited about what was coming next between them.
As the pleasure rose and got ready to come to a climax for Devante', Chloe didn't flinch and kept sucking his dick harder, bringing him to a place where only good lovers go. The nut shot out, but Devante' didn't get a chance to see it. Chloe devoured it all in one gulp, looked at him and smiled, reached down to pull up the ends of the covers and showed Devante' his toes. Devante' burst out with such a loud laugh. He knew exactly what she was doing. She pulled his card. She had him in a vunerable position. His toes were standing straight up at attention. Kind of like subliminally giving respect to 'Big Bad Mama'. That was his nickname for Chloe. No other woman has ever made his toes do that. But he wasn't surprised. He was use to doing things for Chloe and because of Chloe that he had never done for other women. Was this love or lust? Only time would tell, only time would tell.
Chloe and Devante' were an 'item'. Although she was somewhat older than he was, their age difference never interrupted what they shared intimately or emotionally. Devante' provided Chloe with what she needed--someone who genuinely cared about her, and Chloe provided Devante' with what he needed-someone who would listen to his dreams, never criticized him for doing his own thing, and who loved to suck dick. When they met at the mall in Memphis, neither one of them knew it would be an everlasting encounter. They exchanged numbers and said their goodbyes. Chloe had no idea that he would immediately call her the same night after she got home. Afterall, he was only 21 and she was 30. What could this young boy possible have to offer her? Just a lot of damn drama for nothing. She was a successful business-woman, with two kids who considered herself very independent. To get involved with this young tenderoni would be a disaster. Or did she care?
Devante' was interested in this older woman who seemed to 'get' him from the very beginning. She was a professional woman with great articulation. She had a certain openness about her and didn't care what other people thought of her. Not to mention, she was thick in all the right places. Hips, ass, and nice thighs that looked soft as hell. She walked as if she possessed the secret of good pussy and he wanted the key to open this 'Pandora's Box'. Sure he was sorta involved with Nadia, but Nadia was a young girl, tucked safely away in college in another city and would never have a clue of what was going on and that he was lusting after this woman. And to be quite honest, he really didn't care what Nadia thought. He knew instantly after talking to this older woman, his tenure with Nadia would soon be over.
As Devante' continued to moan and move his head from side to side; Chloe could feel his right leg go up and gyrate against the cover. As he moved frantically about; not wanting the nut to explode yet; holding on to the good ass feeling he was experiencing at this moment, there was no other place Devante' would rather be. Everything between them was good. It had been a good night. Their dinner date had went extremely well, the weed was on point, and the Grey Goose, which was Chloe's drink of choice was the shit. And then to seal the deal, Chloe pleasured him with this fire ass head session. Damn!
" You ready for this shit?' Devante' spoke between moans as he was about to send nut flowing all down Chloe's throat. That was another thing he loved about Chloe. He remembered the night they first talked on the phone. He had asked her if she sucked dick. When she replied "Yes", Devante' felt his dick grow hard. But her answer to the next question would clinch the deal for him. " Do you swallow?" There was a short silence on the phone and then, "Yes, I do". Devante' could feel his desires spiraling out of control as he envisioned this fine, thick ass woman he had just met, giving him head. As his mind wandered, his daydream was cut short by a silk, smooth voice that asked, " Do you go to church?" Devante' thought this sounded like an inappropriate question since he had just asked her about dick sucking. He thought about it a while and then answered, "Yes", not sure where she was going with this.
"Good. Then you know about speaking in tongues, right?" Chloe asked him.
"Uh, yea." replied Devante'
"Have you ever spoke in tongues, Devante'?" she asked in a seductive voice.
Devante' was so engulfed in the sound of her voice and envisioning the way she had smiled at him earlier, that he almost missed the question.
"What? Have I ever spoke in tongues? Uh, no. Why do you ask?" Devante was hoping she wasn't some weird chick like all the rest he had encountered in the last few months.
" Because once I deep-throat you, and move my tongue up and down on your shaft, you will" Chloe stated matter-of-factly.
Devante' let out a loud gasp and then laughed. If this woman could see him blushing right not, she probably woudn't want to talk to him. He felt like a little boy. She had basically shut him down. He knew then that he had hit the jackpot. This woman was not only smart, sexy, and confident,but she was able to stay ahead of the mental game! They talked for hours on the phone, getting to know each other. At the end of the conversation, both Chloe and Devante' felt good and was excited about what was coming next between them.
As the pleasure rose and got ready to come to a climax for Devante', Chloe didn't flinch and kept sucking his dick harder, bringing him to a place where only good lovers go. The nut shot out, but Devante' didn't get a chance to see it. Chloe devoured it all in one gulp, looked at him and smiled, reached down to pull up the ends of the covers and showed Devante' his toes. Devante' burst out with such a loud laugh. He knew exactly what she was doing. She pulled his card. She had him in a vunerable position. His toes were standing straight up at attention. Kind of like subliminally giving respect to 'Big Bad Mama'. That was his nickname for Chloe. No other woman has ever made his toes do that. But he wasn't surprised. He was use to doing things for Chloe and because of Chloe that he had never done for other women. Was this love or lust? Only time would tell, only time would tell.
'The Blueprint'
How did I become the 'Chocolate Goddess'? Well, I credit it all to my BD, that's 'babydaddy' for those of you who are not familiar with the term. Chocolate Goddess is my way of saying that I simply a Black Queen and should be treated as such. For eight years now, I've been dealing with the same on and off bullshit from him; which is primarily the reason for my blogging. And let me put the shit on out there--he's 13 years younger than I am. We met when I was 34 and he 21. What? He was totally legal and VERY experience in the sex department!
We met on the Memphis chatline and haven't gotten off this fucked up,crazy rollercoaster ride since. The night, or should I say morning I met him, I had proclaimed that I was through calling a stupid ass phone dating service to talk to trifling ass men who had nothing better to do than hold their little dicks and jack off while listening to me talk. To me, the chatline was just a man's way of getting off for free without having to take a sista out or become involved in a real relationship. Afterall, we should be honest and call a 'spade and spade'. Most people get on chatlines and pretend to be something their not and could never be. But, this time around, there was something different. It was 1:01 a.m. on a Monday morning, August 20, 2001. I had already dismissed one ugly motherfucker because he was UGLY, a black ass liar, had no sex appeal and no damn car!! Anyway, I remember hearing that old familiar sound in my ear that indicates when someone has hit you up on the line. I retrieved my message and it was him---my babydaddy--the young man who would change my life forever......
We met on the Memphis chatline and haven't gotten off this fucked up,crazy rollercoaster ride since. The night, or should I say morning I met him, I had proclaimed that I was through calling a stupid ass phone dating service to talk to trifling ass men who had nothing better to do than hold their little dicks and jack off while listening to me talk. To me, the chatline was just a man's way of getting off for free without having to take a sista out or become involved in a real relationship. Afterall, we should be honest and call a 'spade and spade'. Most people get on chatlines and pretend to be something their not and could never be. But, this time around, there was something different. It was 1:01 a.m. on a Monday morning, August 20, 2001. I had already dismissed one ugly motherfucker because he was UGLY, a black ass liar, had no sex appeal and no damn car!! Anyway, I remember hearing that old familiar sound in my ear that indicates when someone has hit you up on the line. I retrieved my message and it was him---my babydaddy--the young man who would change my life forever......
Accomplishing a Goal!!
Hey my Tweeps, Myspace friends, and all other readers who will come across my blogging from time to time. For years, I've always wanted to be a writer. Not necessarily a serious novel writer or anything like that. Just short stories. You know like say what I have to say, get the point across and let that be it. LOL!
Anyway, after contemplating for awhile, I've decided to just let go and let God. The name of my short story series will be 'Mocha Soul Love' because although the content will be erotica; the main idea is love from a black woman's perspective. After going through some of the things I've been through ( all in the name of 'love') I'm almost a damn expert on what to do and what NOT to do when it comes to loving our Black men. This could be sexual, emotional, or intellectual.
So, sit back, enjoy and please by all means, send me some feedback. Not criticism, unless it's constructive. LOL!! Negative energy from 'hatas' is not allowed in this zone!!
Deuces!!
Anyway, after contemplating for awhile, I've decided to just let go and let God. The name of my short story series will be 'Mocha Soul Love' because although the content will be erotica; the main idea is love from a black woman's perspective. After going through some of the things I've been through ( all in the name of 'love') I'm almost a damn expert on what to do and what NOT to do when it comes to loving our Black men. This could be sexual, emotional, or intellectual.
So, sit back, enjoy and please by all means, send me some feedback. Not criticism, unless it's constructive. LOL!! Negative energy from 'hatas' is not allowed in this zone!!
Deuces!!
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