Sex and The Southern Belle

I love sex. I really do. I have absolutely no qualms about being a sexual person or expressing myself sexually. I’m not shy. I’m not a prude…and never had I had a complaint. Some positions I do should be illegal…(LOL) It feels great when done right….But...I do have a confession. I don’t want it anymore Don’t get me wrong, if I get it and it’s good, I enjoy it. But afterwards, I feel so empty. It’s over with. They go home. I go home. The end. I feel like the character in Looking for Mr. Goodbar (except I don’t die...and nothing gets brutal...and there is no drugs…eh...so maybe that isn’t a good example) What’s the point of having sex if there is nothing deeper behind it? Yes, sex feels incredible. Orgasms are great…but at what (emotional) price. If I have to hurt my heart…is sex worth it? I think after my divorce, I increasingly had given up on love. The men I encountered didn’t want anything more than a sexual relationship and those men who rarely wanted more than that; I didn’t feel a...

Me and my Cousin Tosha at the Stone Mtn.-Lithonia Kappa Alpha Psi Red Tie Soiree' 2009. (Yes..we look like twins...but I'm on the right!)

aph·ro·di·si·ac Pronunciation: \ˌa-frə-ˈdē-zē-ˌak, -ˈdi-zē-\ Function: noun Etymology: Greek aphrodisiakos sexual, gem with aphrodisiac properties, from aphrodisia heterosexual pleasures, from neuter plural of aphrodisios of Aphrodite, from Aphroditē Date: 1719 1 : an agent (as a food or drug) that arouses or is held to arouse sexual desire2 : something that excites I am a romantic. There, I said it. I admit it. If you have been reading this blog long enough I’m sure you got the hint that I love love…I love romance. I love sex, too. And I love the opposite sex. No offense to my lesbian sistas out there, but something is so damn fine about a man-and especially a black man- that I find totally irresistible. But aside from the physical part of men, little things about them turn me on But this blog is just not limited to the café-au-lait and deep mahogany that makes me weak. This is just about what I find as an “aphrodisiac” to the opposite sex-tangible and intangible. Hair - I love hair. ...

It's the time of year that I truly love...the holiday season! I love the hustle and bustle of the shopping malls...people finding that special "something" for the ones that they love. The shiny wrapping paper..the smell of gingerbread houses...and the sound of carols being sung... Being bundled up in the finest peacoat and scarf...and looking at Christmas trees in window displays... Most of all..I get to write out my very own Christmas list. When I was a child, I asked for the best Barbie doll..or cool roller skates with lights....a new dollhouse...or even a new book to read ( Ok ..I was a little bookworm ) and it would be a mile long. As I got older, I wanted all the coolest, hippest in electronics and gadgets , perfume and new handbags and accessories..and my list became smaller and smaller. I was specific and tailored my list to my needs. Gone where the days of running back to school to "compare notes" on what Santa got you this year... I'm celebrating...

Decided to share some of my haikus.............I was bored and inspired at the same time.... Enjoy :) He smells like heaven Dancing on the tips of clouds Please envelope me Emerald eyes set Inside caramel smoothness Better than candy Hot Caramel Sex On a platter...serve me up Double helpings please You...theraputic Like a balm for open wounds Kisses make my heart heal Slowly I taste you Licking like a thirsty soul Nourished by your wilds Lying on my breasts I feel your heart pulsating With mine as one beat See..Touch..Taste..Smell..Hear You awaken my senses From a deep slumber Sailing between legs Ocean...you enter my isle Paradise shipwrecked Tounge on tip of clit Clit on tip of tounge...explodes Breathless it leaves me I say..."I'm coming" You say.."Then come..baby...come" Daddy...I'm all in Fingertips graze...My small of my back archs high Like floating on air

Yakini of The Prissy Mommy Chronicles just gave me a blog award! How COOL!!! I feel honored! *cheese* Now I have the honor of passing the award along to my favorite 5 bloggers! The Skinny: Say thanks and link back to the presenter of the award. Share "10 Honest Things" about myself. Present this award to 5 others whose blogs I find brilliant in content and/or design, or those who have encouraged me. Tell those 5 people they've been awarded HONEST SCRAP and inform them of these guidelines upon receiving. 10 Honest Things: I miss my husband. Yes, I'm divorced and I am cool with it. But I miss him dearly cause quite frankly I really miss "what could have been". To invest 7 years into dating someone and to have it all leave is so hard to do. No one loved me like my ex-husband did-good or bad. Being divorced made me feel like a total failure. I HATE dating. There. I said it. It's a necessary evil most of the time. And I'm just not finding anyone who give...

As I enter my first full year as a divorcee, I have encountered some rather strange habits of the new breed of male species. Here is my run-down of my observational exploits in the dating world 1) The Phone Call Is Obsolete - Remember the days when your heart raced after you gave a guy number? And you waited by the phone for that all important “first phone conversation”? Well…gone are those days! They don’t talk on the phone. They say stuff like “I’m just not a phone person” or “I’d rather be hands-free”. Men don’t talk on the phone at all….which leads me to my next point…. 2) The TEXT has replaced Human Communication - Instead of getting that first phone call; you get the “first text”. WTF! You can’t call and say sweet nothings? Instead, men want to have lengthy conversations via text. They even take out all of the fun of being sexy and alluring by instantly asking for “pics” and sending dirty texts along with their LOL smiley faces. They want to ask you out via text! Damn you SMS! Yo...