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Can You Match Up

Written in all FUN. Relate if possible and laugh a little. Enjoy or not. lol

 

 

Did he just look at me?

Oh no he didn’t

Did he?

Wait, he just did

What the heck?!

This is how it’s supposed to be

 

You look at me

Swagged out

Whatever that means nowadays

Dressed to the T

Stand tall like Idris

Have lips like LL

The body of Mario

Drop that accent and it’s over

 

I want you as clean cut as possible

Forget if you’ve worked all week and just wanted a night out

It took me 3 hours to make this look of mine work

The least you could do was match up a little

Smell like flowers grown in Montpelier

 

Come on with confidence

Don’t seem the slightest bit cocky

Whisk me off my feet

But don’t approach me like I’m not a “real woman”

Offer to buy me a drink

Do not look like you’re trying to get me drunk

Maintain eye contact the whole time

Looking neck level and up

Ignoring my two assistants that keep saying hi from 12 inches below your eyes

Talk about what I do

Do not ask too much this is not an interview

Ask if I’d like to hang out as genuinely as possible

I’ll probably think you think I’m easy and say no

Even though I really like you and want to kick it

Ask for my number

I really like you and your smile is driving me crazy

I’ll give it to you

Only after I’ve dropped the “I don’t usually give out my number” line

 

Pick the venue of our first date

Even after I told you through text that I’ve been really craving sushi

Pick me up at 8

I’ll be ready by 8:30

Who cares if you showed up at 7:45

I’m a woman

Beauty doesn’t come on microwave time

You’re paying

Established

But I’ll order desert to compliment the $25 salad I ordered earlier

I’m watching my height

Do not even reference my weight

Look at my a*s twice and I might just flip out

Even though there is only so much suicide that belt can commit on your mid rift bulge

 

Have a good paying job

Not for you

But for us

Who cares if we’re not dating yet

Do thoughtful things like send flowers just because

I’ll send you funny YouTube links of guys I think are funnier than you

Change my tire

Mow my lawn

Offer to drive me to pick my bestie from the airport

I’ll thrown away your old receipts

Not have a lawn mower

And complain about why you only have a 4 door and not a 16 seater

To pick up my 13 “besties”

 

I want you to meet my parents but I want you more polished

Forget that you’re a grad school student

We’ll wait till you graduate

Buy me gifts on Valentine’s, Anniversary, my birthday, mother’s day and anytime I want one

I’m your woman

Pin me down and ravage me

Don’t lay a finger on me

Talk dirty to me

Respect me like I was your sister

Be firm with me

Eventually give me everything I want

Never get jealous that I have 21 active text conversations on my phone

16 are my “buddies”

All guys

2 are with my sisters

And the rest are from my phone carrier

I’m sociable

Remember it’s just twitter

I can call anyone “boo”

Even if “boo” is topless and flexing his six pack in his avi

Have a future planned out for us

Even though I say I’m not ready for marriage

Break certain relationships because they make me uncomfortable

Tell me I’m your one and only

Your support

The best thing that has ever happened to you

Ignoring the fact that you watched your fav soccer team win the Champions league

Answer my calls at first try

Matter of fact

Keep watching me on skype while I write this

Stop disturbing!

Why?

Cos I’m your woman

What would you do with me?

We run the world and you need me

I know some of the things I asked were irrational

But who cares

I’m a woman

 

 

Could you relate? Did this piss you off or make you smile? Leave a comment and let me know.

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The Chewing Game

You stand there and ponder

Which flavor should I opt for?

You slowly weigh the pros and cons for every flavor

The mint tastes bitter after a while and leaves an after taste

The strawberry is too sweet

You carefully decide

After all, this pack of gum is going to be with you through 16 sticks

Relationships today are like that pack or piece of gum

If you’re regular get just one kind

Mint

That can reflect your type

The individual pieces vary but are all from the same source

You start with the first piece

Sweet

Juicy

Welcoming and arousing all the senses in your mouth

You chew down gently turning the solid into a flexible moldable piece

The beginning of the relationship is just as sweet

Doing things and arousing feelings you thought you never had

Relationships

The more you chew

Sometimes the harder it gets

Or you chew so hard the piece starts to break into small pieces

Sticking to the wrong places

Making a mess

But you continue to chew

Because that’s what we do

How we are

Stick eight

Midway through

The gum becomes harder to enjoy

Like those petty arguments you have been having for months now

And not knowing why

But like that pack of gum

You paid for it

And you’re in it

You continue to try to make it work

You chew on the next one hoping it would be better than the last

You approach it differently

Trying not to chew too fast

Or give him sex too early

You suck when you should chew just to stay careful

Sometimes you can continue and manage

But for some

it’s all too much and the piece gets thrown out completely

You make up your mind to not buy that kind anymore

Because you realize how many times you’ve bitten yourself

Last piece

After so long

You have mastered the way to enjoy this piece

You take your time with it

Partly because it is the last one

But also because the last one always gets it best

You now know when to suck

When to chew

When to calm your tongue

And keep it stashed in the corner of your mouth

You savor it

IT’s the last one

And like the first it arouses your senses but

In a much different way

But then after a while

You have to make up your mind

Keep chewing on it even when your jaw hurts

Or new pack

When the time comes enjoy your last piece

You’ve been through quite a few to get to that point

Don’t just let he/she walk out easily like the others

 

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Paris

It was only fair that he’d bring me here. Cabernet Sauvignon in hand touring the beautiful glades in Montpellier, France. It was a definite step up in the right direction from our last visit to a wine country; Sonoma, California. This was a beautiful way to spend our summer, touring the United Kingdom. At this point, we had been to Spain, England and Northern Ireland and now we were enjoying France. The most romantic country in the world, so I have heard. My boyfriend of two years is a romantic god. He’s the guy that sends flowers just because, cooks me “specials” and makes hand crafted gifts, I mean who still does that in this age and time! His charm makes me wet just from thinking about it. He works in construction, he used to be a foreman and now he owns his own business, 12 trucks and 3 offices (soon to be 5) in San Diego and we seem to be doing great. We’ve only been together 3 years and wedding bells are starting to chime but we are in love. You would not be able to tell what kind of work he does by his hands. His hands are so soft but strong. They keep me safe but make me purr, he’s like a magician with those hands. Paris has been fun, we had dinner on the Eiffel tower last night and have been to the museum and symphony, cliche stuff you do in France but then again, it’s France! Cliche is more than adequate. Telling you how France made me feel is great and all but how it made me feel was magical. They say once you go, you always want to go back, I don’t want to go back for the food or the views or the art but I want to go back for the sex. I want to go back and stand in the same position that I was that evening. All I need to do is stand there, the passion and heat, whew! Back to my glass of wine that I was talking about, Yacob, a Senegalese born immigrant from his story, was giving us our private tour. We had seen some of the sweetest grapes and some barreled wine from 29 years prior that wasn’t scheduled to be bottled for another 6 years, they take that stuff seriously. So here I am, in my beautiful sun dress I had picked up in my last minute shopping stateside from New York and Co, walking down the vineyard paths. I knew my fiance Ryan was staring at me from behind, I could feel his eyes on my back. He has those eyes, the ones that tell you “I’m a responsible man to the world but also I can rip your body sexually like a savage”. Do not make me tell you how many times he has undressed me with his eyes alone, like made me soaking wet just with the way he has looked at me. He especially loves doing it in public, making me wet, he did that once when he was sitting in on my business law class, licking his lips and winking at me, I couldn’t focus. At one point I slipped and said “yes! in America, you can sue a minor”. The fuck! I hear you say, but yeah, that was normal, that was the kind of crazy shit his eyes did to me and his dick, well let me just continue the story. So, its getting late and our tour had been growing great, we were about to see the final warehouse when our tour guide Yacob was radioed in. He politely asked for our permission to quickly go and attend to a delicate matter and whether or not we would be okay alone for a little while, we had the whole warehouse to ourselves and you can imagine my fiance’s response. It was a quick and sharp “yes! We’ll be okay. Go and do what you need. Take your time.” Take your time?!?! No! Don’t take your time Yacob I thought to myself, he has me to himself! He will devour me!!!! But then again, who was I fooling, I was starting to get wet at the mere idea of us two being in this warehouse all alone and I was ready to do things I’d never have to tell anyone. Well, anyone but you guys. So Yacob left in his go cart and my “smooth” man, allowed us to walk through a few aisles before grabbed me. He did. I was standing at the foot of one of the shelves reading about the grapes and leaves that were used in the making of a certain wine when I felt his hand touch me and in one swift motion, he turned me and planted the hottest and wettest kiss on my lips. I dripped. He turned me around again, much slower this time. And he moved my hair from the left side of my neck and he put all the hair on one side and then he started to kiss my neck, my neck! That is probably the next most sensitive place on a woman’s body after her pussy. I couldn’t contain myself and I started to moan slowly trying to keep the sound level at a minimum in what was a large warehouse with enough potential for my voice to echo. So he kept on kissing me and then he started to slip his hands around my body, now picture this with me; the man of my dreams is kissing down my neck and making me moan with his soft lips, his left hand cupping my breast in his strong hand and his other hand is slipping up my thighs under my dress. From every angle, I can’t win. Finally his hand arrived. His right hand was around my pussy and he was moving around. Now my man is not all that predictable but I confidently thought that he would turn me around so that I could look into my eyes while he devoured me but no he didn’t. He bent me forward, raised up my dress and then slid his tongue inside my pussy; from the back! I was going crazy, the heat from his nostrils we “burning” my clit as his tongue was exploring the depths of my pussy. He continued for a while, he was driving me crazy and at this point I was moaning out of this world. I didn’t give a fuck about whether or not my voice echoed because I was in the clouds. I was enjoying him eating me out so much, his wet tongue in my juicy pussy and my pussy juices all over his chin and face, I was about to cum for the second time when I remember moaning out things like “baby, don’t stop!” “please stop!” “Oh shit, Oh fuck!” “that feels so good” “you’re making me cummmmmm!!!!” I yelled out in pleasure as he cracked the code to my love juice factory again and I tried to push him away accidentally knocking a bottle and smashing it on the floor. Oh fuck! I thought to myself, I’m super wet, let’s establish that, he wants more of me, check. I just broke a thousand dollar bottle, check. and I don’t give a fuck because I want to get fucked, check. And then he did what he does so well, he carried me, over to this basin. Yacob had said it was a fermenting basin where grapes that needed to be dried out were put in the basin, air dried and then blended or pounded into wine. He put me inside it, calf deep in grapes we stood, as he started kissing me again and then he bent me over and slid his big black dick into my tight wet juicy pussy. I let a sensual and wanting moan as I grabbed on to the edge of the basin, I turned around to see his face as I knew how much pleasure he must have been getting from me in this position and the things that he was doing to me. He looked in the clouds, he was sliding in and out of my pussy with such confidence in his ownership and he was right, he owned this pussy, every depth of every inch of it. He grabbed my waist as he controlled my movements as he went in and out. I turned around and looked in his eyes as I moaned, he smiled at me, he absolutely loved when I looked back at him as he fucked me. I think the wanting look on my face in wanting his dick was what usually turned him on. And then I asked him if I could play with my clit while he fucked me and the pace changed. He hates me playing with myself when he was “working” on my pussy. And so he grabbed me by waist a little tighter and with such aplomb, he thrust deeper and harder into my pussy. Every thrust deeper than the last one. At this point, I was yelling and begging for his mercy on my pussy but he didn’t listen. I loved the way he took control of my pussy, you know when your man sort of puts a marker on your pussy as if to say “I want you to always remember what I’ve done to your pussy”. Then he made me cross my legs as he pounded, he had said it made my pussy tighter for his dick and made the thrusting sensation feel so much more amazing. He was hitting all my spots and I held on to the edge of the basin for support and he was pulling my hair from the back and smacking my ass like I was his little “dirty student”. It felt great! And then he turned me over, hoisted me off the ground and slid inside my pussy again. So here I am, hanging in the air, my ass cheeks in his hands, his dick inside me and my arms around his neck. Now he was going inside my pussy very slowly, a very intimate movement. I was feeling pleasure but feeling very safe in his hands. He continued for about 20mins before shooting a full load of hot cum into my pussy which I felt inside my gut; birth control is the shit! He held onto me for as if to let me know that I would always be safe in his arms. He put me down and I pulled my dress down and there we were in France, walking out of a gorgeous winery, into the night lights, grape juice all over feet. It was magical and this is the moment I mentioned reliving over earlier. Paris is so magical for many reasons, ti got me thinking too, wedding in Bordeaux? Hmm, we’ll see. 🙂 XOXO
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Miles and Decades

“Ma’am you might need to take this out of this bag”. “Screw you” I cursed under my breath as I moved and rearranged my bag to fit everything. I HATE FLYING! 15 minutes later I was taking of my shoes and walking into the body scanner. I swear I hate flying. As I walked towards my gate I began looking for something to eat, I was starved. It was only 4:43am and I left my house about 3 hours ago, an hour on the airport shuttle and oh the joys of travelling. I finally spotted a sandwich spot in the corner and I grabbed an expensive bite (Ugh! Airport food)  and then walked to find a seat, my flight did not leave for another hour and half, so I thought I’d sit at the back in front of the gate, catch some sleep and then get on the plane.

I ate that sandwich so fast like it was the first time I had ever seen turkey and bread caress each other. I was so hungry. I put my bags close to me and I got ready to take a nap, 55 minutes to boarding. All my work taken care of for the week, I had told my new assistant not to call me for anything. She only had one work day left in the week anyways, she’ll survive. Physical therapy is divine, it’s beyond rewarding to help people distress, get physically better and just discover a new side to them. This was the first couple days off I had taken since I got the new contract to provide therapy for this major insurance company’s clients, it means more money for my practice but it also means more clients and much more stress. This was it, I was looking forward to Hawaii, Mojitos and jokes about how I was still not married at my cousin’s wedding. Ugh! I need to sleep and at this point I only had 25 minutes to sleep and then I started to drift, into that peaceful place and then I start to hear my name, “Kelly… Kelly, is that you?”… I slowly start to open my eyes and there he was, Leo my high school crush. He was standing right there!!! And he was just calling my name, wow! I compose myself and then I respond, “Hey Leo, what are you doing here?” He responds “flying t Hawaii apparently with a smile”. Gosh! His smile! His eyes! Ugh! I was weak in the knees. We began talking as he sat next to me, from life to work and everything in between. Apparently, my cousin’s husband and him met in medical school and became great friends. Small world was all I could think. He was still as smart as I knew back then, a decade had literally gone by and I was still attracted to him. Of and on I would hear things about him from people like he was working with the WHO in Chad for about two years or full time into pediatrics now. I always heard a little here and there but not enough to make contact or what not. So we continued to talk as we boarded. We took our seats in business class, my cousin’s husband to be had paid for the tickets of all 50 of us coming from all parts of the country to the wedding. Yes, you can afford it when you’re the Chief of Surgery at one of Orange County’s finest hospitals. I took my seat and realized that Leo’s seat was a couple of rows behind mine, I could still clearly see him whenever I turned around. I realized when the plane began to take off that nobody was seating right next to him but I wasn’t going to just get up and move there, I have no time for that kind of thirst. I was just going to get some sleep and find a way to stop my heart from racing because it had been trying to get out of my chest since I opened my eyes and set my eyes on him at the airport. Sleep will calm me. I know it will.

. . . .

My cousin and I grew up together in my parents’ house. Our mothers are sisters and we did everything together. Her parents sent her to America to go to school and to school and into trouble we went. She was the sister I never had and we always had each other’s back in everything from our first hair accidents to drive me to Planned Parenthood after my first pregnancy scare, well only pregnancy scare I have to point out. And then in college we moved to separate ends of the country, I went to school in Arizona and she chose to go to school in Maine. We kept in touch and spent every spring break together from Cancun to Hawaii in our senior year in college; I think that was where she decided that it would double as he wedding location too. I love my cousin to pieces but one bit of information that I feel like we never got over what Leo. Jessi introduced me to Leo because she thought he was cool and I instantly liked him. I would always get this vibe from her that she sort of liked him but she would always deny it whenever I asked. So the summer before we all went off to college, in all honesty of not spotting anything between them, Leo and I began hanging out. Movies, to concerts and dinners as my cousin worked and I did my internship. I would come home after almost every meeting with Leo and tell her how great it was and how much I like him. She never said anything negative or to suggest that she wanted a piece of him. In hindsight, I think she never said anything because she wanted to protect me and not put in the position to choose between him and her. They had a bit of a history, at one point in high school, she had liked him and the news leaked to him and they never got to go out but she always secretly liked him but I think she was too embarrassed to let it ever become anything. We went through the entire summer on a high of this thing, whatever we wanted to call it. And it felt great, a lot of great things happened until we started making concrete plans for where to attend college and he chose to study in England. Everything went downhill at that point. I began to withdraw and I knew I couldn’t go into college dating someone in another continent and we tailed out. And from then on, it was the case of what could have been.

. . . .

I couldn’t sleep! I was so restless. We had been 2hrs into our flight from Boston and I was not into the movie that was playing in front of me. I could not stop thinking that he was here. He was only about 20 feet away from me. The guy that I first felt anything for. The guy that every summer for the past decade I had wondered what might have been. The first guy after Will Smith that I wanted to jump and have crazy sex with! He was right there! Actually I had lied, at one point about 3 years ago, I heard about Leo from a girlfriend of mine that he had a girlfriend and so the courage I had summoned that time to call him faded. But this was the moment; this was a redo, fate made this happen. I slowly began to turn around to sneak a peek at him, the exact moment I turned, he was lifting his eyes from the book he was reading and our eyes met. “Shit! “ Why did he have to look up right then?!?! Why?!” I pulled out a sheepish smile and waved, the only thing that could stop me from killing myself at this point was… “Wait what? What is he doing? Was he asking me to come over to him?“ Yes he was! He was motioning me over as he took of his glasses and set the book down. I walked over trying not to wake anyone and sat next to him. It was great. We began to talk about everything and that summer. I told him of how heartbroken I was when he decided to go to another school besides the one we had chosen to attend together in California. He then told me about how his dad had forced him to go to England threatened to cut him off if he did not take up the opportunity to study in England and his mother told him to respect his father’s wishes. He narrated how thankful he was for taking that decision because his father would pass away a few months after he graduated top of his class. His father had seen something he hadn’t and was beyond proud of him. My heart began to melt and I was near tears when he told me about the kids he cared for during his two year stint in Chad, I was just “loving” this guy and I was starting to get turned on. The words and the brilliance of this man was turning me on. The physical attraction from a decade again was morphing into this uncontrollable feeling, I crossed my legs. A failed attempt to trap the flow of things, if you know what I mean. Save you all the trouble, and fast forward to both of us in the bathroom of the plane. I was backed up against the mirror as his lips searched mine. I was weak at the knees and I think he knew it too because he immediately wrapped him hand around my lower back as if to support me. I had waited for this kiss for years. Literally a decade! And it was so good, he was such a sensual kisser and his lips were just as soft as I remember them. I began to suck on his lower lip. I just wanted to rip of his clothes and fuck the shit out of him. But I had to play it cool. Let him run this show. Besides, I was going to need to keep my voice down, the hostess we walked past when we snuck into the bathroom might get woken up and notice us missing.  He began to touch me slowly and whispered  my ear, do my know how long I have waited to have my in my arms. I whispered in response “how long?”.  “Too long” was his response as he started to kiss my from my neck, to my lips, then my breasts and then my navel, He started to work his way down to my pelvic area. Moving around my waist while I started to moan lightly. I bet he could now smell my love juices dripping out of my lovebox and he was getting ready to devour. He then dropped my underwear, then he started to move his tongue around my lovebox without really touching it and my moan, as if begging him to eat my out already, was getting more sensual and then he finally caved in and start eating my lovebox. He first started slow and then he turned the heat up and then back to slow as he searched me with his tongue and on his knees and me hanging on his shoulders.  He began to moan so loudly! Moaning his name, telling him not to fucking stop and how great this was feeling. He even started humming a song! What guts right?! Well, it seemed he had already thought this whole thing out and was not planning to stop until I came for him multiple times. And so he kept eating and I kept moaning and begging but he didn’t listen. He just kept on going and drinking it all in.  He made me cum a few more times till I couldn’t move my legs and then he took out his dick and decided to  plough it into my tight wet juicy lovebox, my moan and plead for him to take it slow! I had never seen a man put a condom on that fast ever!  He was big. It took up every space in my lovebox. It was soo good. I could feel his hot breath on my neck as he entered me from behind, our eyes meeting in the mirror. He began to thrust in and out slowly and picked up traction the wetter I became, I had wanted him for so long. I couldn’t believe this, he picked up the pace and began to go harder. My moans got louder and then he turned the water on in an attempt to drown out my voice. I was trying soo hard to keep it down but I couldn’t help. I wanted to feel his balls hit my clit and so I put the seat down and I knelt down on the top of the seat and asked him to take me. He slid back in and I let out a gentle moan. I thought to myself, “I could get used to this. How far is Boston to Maryland again?”. In my thought he thrust really deep and I turned around to look at him, which drove him wild! He was off! In and out in controlled fashion he went! I felt like I was going to go mad! I wanted to scream but the thrill in also knowing that I couldn’t was turning me on even more! He put his hands on my waist and then used his knees to spread legs wider, that gave him a clearer path of some sorts and he was driving deep into my lovebox and I could feel him in my gut. OH GOSH! He then asked me to get up and straddled me on him, facing him, arms around his neck. He slid into my lovebox and this time slowly guided me to my third moment of explosion, the whole time locked in kisses. The way he took control and handled me felt soo good. Then he put me down and he kissed continuously as we put our clothes on. He wanted me as much as I wanted him and that felt good. He slowly opened the bathroom door to make sure the coast was clear, it was, so we both went into our seats. It was so great that the entire time, no one tried to use the restroom at all. Fate I supposed because what just happened was nothing short of magical. “What just happened?” I asked myself as I gathered my thoughts and controlled my heartbeat. “Wow!” was the reoccurring theme in my head. I hadn’t asked him the main questions. “was he single? Married? Kids?!” Ugh! But for some reason it all didn’t matter. As we walked off the plane and into the airport, I asked him one question and only one question. “Are you single?” He smiled and showed off those gorgeous teeth and said “yes”. “You?” he asked. I said “no, I’m not but I will be in a few hours” with a beaming smile. He smiled as we entered the limo, I put my sunglasses on and thought to myself “This is about to be a fun ride! ” as chills ran down my spine.

To be continued…

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