Oh Freaking Boy! (An Open Letter)

We hadn't talked in a minute. The connection we had back in the thick of things had wavered. And yet today, when I talked to you, despite our hiatus, despite the busy schedules that we both maintain and trips recently taken, we fell back into the groove. Yes, it was awkward at first because it had been awhile. But when you are used to talking to someone as much as we talked, the communication comes naturally.

I missed your friendship. You didn't go anywhere. Neither did I. And yet, there was always something indeed missing. At least on my end.

You still intrigue me. You are still that dope being that has effortless cool on the phone and even more so in person. I am drawn to you because you are a unique individual with confidence that puts other men to shame. You are indeed an alpha male. I've always been attracted to that.

Yes there is someone else in my life. We discussed it. Me and ole boy aren't serious, although we are this close to becoming as physical as two can be. You don't want a relationship (with me). I mean, how could we even have one with YOU there and ME here? We have both moved on although we never stopped  moving on. But I still have feelings for you. I won't front. My heart was open to you at one point and I was not in the business of being hurt. So I did close the door. But above all else, your friendship is most important to me.

You made me smile today because you said that we were not platonic. All this talk of friendship that you have expressed during these six months and you let me know that you see me as other than JUST a friend. And that does mean something. No matter what the future holds.

I always want to be in your life no matter what. And I always want us to share that connection. I will always be your flower girl. Ride or die.

MUAH

Warm. & Fuzzy. & Tingly (Part Deux)

NightFall914, I am going to get u.

You pegged it when you said I have been extra tingly lately. For you newbies to my blog, tingly is my code name for horny as well, aka, drippin wet in the panties. I so wanna release right now, you have no idea. It has been some months since your girl has gotten some good action. Some good, grab the sheets, curl my toes, scream so the neighbors can hear, 'til the cops come knocking, sweating out my perm, making me walk with the 'crook legs, make me squirt kind of sex. You know? I am such a sexual person and I need to release like ASAP before I explode.

The last time I had sex was almost three months ago. And it's been that long by choice. Now you know I can get some, but because I am taking my time to get it right. I am a relationship girl. I don't have one night stands and at the time, I don't have a fukk buddy. So now that I am in an in between part of my life, I don't have a companion that I can explore sexually. And it sucks monkey balls.

And, for those readers who peep more than just the first page of this blog know what I also have a porn thing that I am trying to work out as well (refer to THIS). It's times like these when it gets late at night and I feel like I need some visual stimulations to get my juices going. And then, I think sometimes I wanna play with the chocha because it makes me sleep like a baby when I am done.

Sheez, I need to release some tension. But I also understand that right now, it ain't happening. I am not a fly by night chick. So until then folks....um...I will take a Tylenol PM and call it a night.

Warm. & Fuzzy. & Tingly.

Now that my ulitmate man, Yeezy is clowning beyond belief, I have moved my attention over to the delectable rapper Jim Jones. Now, I have to say that when I used to think of Jim Jones, I thought he looked rather dirty and in need of a bath and shower with plenty of Irish Spring. But thanks to Complex magazine, it has all changed. This is indeed a man I could stan for, yes siree! He is looking so macadocious in the Complex spread and quite dapper too. I am glad he's given up the wifebeater look for more of a GQ swag.

Plus, he kinda puts me in the mind of a lesser cute version of one of my homies. Since I can't have him (strike me down now, LAWD), Jim Jones might be the next best thing. Come and sit on mama's lap...

Check Jim out here.