Sex and The Southern Belle

I was sitting here at work thinking to myself...I'm so damn basic. You know how most women have these fantasies about thier lovers whisking them away to some island...dripping in diamonds..on a yacht...horseback...shirtless and tan... (like the Old Spice dude) and showering them with all these romantic gestures I'm 31 years old. Long gone are the days where I JUST want that. Now..dont get me wrong..all that stuff is nice..but I am steeped in reality. Howbout you bring me some lunch and flowers to work on a whim cause you know I got plastic plants in my office and a stale turkey sammich (today's lunch BTW....) OR....have a maid service come and clean my place while I'm gone for the day....and steam clean my dirty ass carpet.... OR program my DVR to record a show you know I'd like to watch... OR buying me the complete series of Thundercats and Fraggle Rock  on DVD ...(LOL) OR...have dinner ready and IT TASTE GOOD.... Or get me a BIG ...

Last Monday Morning I looked outside and it's raining buckets. I let out a huge sigh and said to myself  "Rainy days and Mondays always get me down" ....packed my Jimmy Choo's in my bag, threw on my rain boots, grabbed my packed lunch, and opened my coat closet ... and there it was . Hanging there. Bright and shining and pure perfection of couture..... I had only worn it once before. Yet, there it was. Almost brand new with that "new clothing smell" My red trench coat. *sigh* My parents actually bought me the trench coat as a birthday present this year.  I had been sweating a particular garnet shade in a very well tailored trench. I squeeled with delight when I got it as a gift. Yet, I was disspointed I had to pull it out for its intended purpose of shielding me from the  actual rain becuase well.... ..that's not what I wanted this trench coat for. I was thinking more along the lines of...well...about using it for this: Yeah. A shame giv...

I’m in love…. And he's fine ya'll...I mean...so fine. He has this amazing smile...one dimple in his left cheek....perfectly faded haircut with the sharpest edge-up. His goatee is coal black, and just shaped up to perfection. He always smells amazing. He has this skin so smooth...sort of this caramel-butterscotch-cocoa mix. His eyes are big and brown...not overly big...just bright. He doesn't have any children. He is a professional and educated man. He's humble to a fault, loving and giving....He takes me on the most amazing and creative dates. Flowers for no reason. He can cook. We are talking G. Garvin good.....and he has the most infectious laugh. He's thick. He has an ass you can bounce a quarter off of (esp. in his boxer briefs).....and yes ladies, he's HUNG. OMG! The bedroom action ranks up there with the best I've ever had....he's incredible... I mean...just last night...we made love on my dining room table.... He's smart and funny. And reads m...