"I Won't Complain"

"I've had some good days, I've had some hills to climb I've had some weary days And some sleepless nights. But when I look aroundAnd I think things over. All of my good daysOut-weigh my bad days I won't complain."

Though it may be hard, sometimes it is best to say thank you for what we do have and not complain about the things we DO NOT have. In reality everyday we wake up, someone did not, we take for granted that our loved ones are still able to say "I Love You!" because somewhere a mother will never here her son say that, or a daughter will never be able to tell her daddy just how much she loves him. We complain about the choices we make, when the choice shoulda been blessed by GOD to begin with. HE is going to allow us to make mistakes until we decide to step aside and let HIM do his work. I refuse to complain ever again, because I am BLESSED!!! I WON'T COMPLAIN!!!

PEACE AND BLESSINGS ~hb~

"Phone Sex"

(Instead of what Ive been doing lately which is writing blogs that most closely relate to real life I decided it was time for another one of my infamous stories.)

I was sitting on the edge of the bed twiddling my thumbs trying to figure out what the remainder of my Friday night was going to consist of. It had been a long week and I wasn't looking to get into much but I was searching for something. I decided against going out to a club or bar hours ago, I wasn't seriously dating anyone so that was out as well. I figured the best thing for me to do would be to run myself a steaming bubble bath, sip on a glass of Merlot and indulge in my guilty pleasure of chocolate covered strawberries. Before stepping into the water and bubbles I lit lavender candles around the tub, dimmed the lights and set my Ipod to play something to help me relax. With Teddy P and Brian McKnight singing to me I was sure to unwind. Slowly I stepped into the round tub one pedicured foot at a time. Slowly settling into the water as the bubbles covered my naked body, I closed my eyes and allowed my mind to wander to a place of relaxation and calm. Moments into my peace, my serenity was interrupted by the ringing of my phone. Disturbed at first I looked at the caller id and a smile instantly covered my face.
"Hey you." I answered seductively
"Well hello beautiful. How are you?" His voice was soothing, deep and ever so sexy. It had been almost a month since he and I had lost spoke. I understood though, his job was very demanding. So when we didn't speak for days on end it didn't bother me, he was surely taking care of home.
"I'm fine, I'd be much better however if you were here with me."
"Is that right? Well I would love to make you feel better Babe, but we have a game in Pittsburgh tomorrow." I felt my pussy begin to pulsate as he spoke. His words were drenched in sex and with every syllable a chill went through my soul.
"I understand Baby. I just miss you that's all." I was pouting but wasn't going to make him feel bad.
"Is that water I am hearing?"
"Yes. I'm taking a bubble bath." I lifted my left leg from the water and pointed my toes towards the air admiring my flawless honey brown skin.
"Mmm I wish I was there to play in the water." I knew where this was going and I was enjoying every second of it.
"Oh really? You just wanna play in the water?"
"Hell naw I wanna play with that sexy body occupying the water." I closed my eyes and leaned back on the towel taking the place of a pillow, slowly caressing my breast. First the left then the right, paying special attention to each nipple.
"I'm listening."
"I need to get my hands between those thick thighs of yours. I feel the safest when I'm there. It feels like home, they are always so welcoming to me." I moved my free hand slowly down my belly and into the water and between my thighs. Slightly prying them apart and allowing the warm water to part my lips like the Red Sea.
"What you gone do once you have the doors opened?" I asked impatiently waiting for more.
"I damn ain't gone waste no time going for my comfort zone. I know it's been a while since I been home so I'ma take my time getting reacquainted. One finger at first, maybe two; make sure I hit the g-spot just right. I want you cum for me before I go to work. You gone cum for me baby?"
"Umhmm!" I said doing exactly as he'd described. I moved my fingers in and out of my throbbing cavity hitting the spot just right with every stroke.
"Once I'm sure you've bust a good nut I'd join you, sliding behind you. Kissing every soaking wet inch of you ever so gently, paying particular attention to your neck and ear. I know those are the right spots to hit."
"You know me don't you daddy?" I couldn't help but laugh. I was turned on something terrible and really needed him with me to make this fantasy a reality.
"Yeah I do. I'ma do my part, but I need you to help me and get on top! Sit that fat, wet Kitty of yours on my dick." I could tell by the breaths he was taking that he had the dick he was speaking of in his hand and was stroking it ever so gently.
"I think I can do that, as a matter of fact I wouldn't mind at all." By this time I was going in, finger fucking myself trying to reach my climax, but not to be as selfish as not to wait for him to do the same.
"You gone ride that dick for me girl?" He let a moan escape his lips and I knew his close and so was I.
"You damn right! I like it slow though that way you can feel every wall from the side to the bottom! I want you to grab my hips to hold me steady. Can you handle that Mr. Quarterback?"
"Hell yeah!" He was about to cum!
"Good cause when you cum I want to feel you!"
"You gone tighten them muscles for me Ma? I'm ready for you to make me cum! Can you do that? I'm ready!" I was relieved to hear him say that.
"Yea!" Was the only word to pass my lips as my body began to quiver and my legs shook; splashing water onto the floor.
The next few moments weren't spent in silence as he and I both attempted to compose ourselves.
"I love and miss you girl!" He was still out of breath but was a lot more relaxed.
"I love and miss you too Baby! Goodnight and good luck tomorrow. I'll be watching."
"You better be! Goodnight." With those words we ended our call. I ran fresh water, finished my glass of wine and got out of the tub. After drying off I grabbed one of his Jerseys and slid into it, I decided against panties. I lay in bed with the smell of him saying aloud to no one else, "What a great fuck!"

"IMITATION OF LIFE"

Have you ever been sitting down with a bag of popcorn watching a movie and felt as though someone had been peaking through your blinds and decided to make a movie about your life? I believe that at some point we all have experienced this. I will admit that John Singleton is one of my favorite African American directors, so it should come as no surprise that "Baby Boy" is on my list of favorites. As many times as I have watched the movie it wasn't until recently that I felt the need to close my blinds because I just knew someone was watching me. It was spine tingling watching the interaction between the main characters because it was like deja vu. A scene from a movie I'd seen before but in fact it was no movie at all. It was a story line from my life. However life, my life is no movie at all, in fact it is very real and unscripted. At times I wish I could yell cut and re-shoot a certain scene or re-cast a certain character.
It is times like those I have to laugh because I always say, "If I were a character in a Tyler Perry film I'd be happy by the end". But if the saying is true, "the world is all a stage" then shouldn't we have the power to write and re-write as we please? There may be no yelling cut and re-shooting a scene but we surely have the power to re-cast characters at our discretion. We may watch a movie that reminds of a situation, sometimes watching a certain scene makes us cry because it's like watching yourself go through a bad time. Then there are those scenes that make us laugh because we have done the exact same thing or reacted the same way. So when you stop and take a long hard look at life it really already is a stage play or a scene from a movie. This is due largely in part to the fact that we are the directors, the writers and actors the way the movie ends is in our hands.

~B~

"Happiness vs Contentment"

Is there a such thing as being truly happy? Is there a day that the planets are aligned just right and everything in your life is just the way you want it and all you can do is smile? Or are you content? What is the difference in being happy and being content? Is there even a difference? I have started to believe that there is a very fine line between being happy and merely being content. As much as we would like to believe we have a control over every aspect of our lives, we do not. We can plan and plan and try and make things work to our liking but that is all we can do. There is no such thing as a perfect day because something no matter how big or small is going to go wrong. You can plan a pretty picnic but there is no way you can predict the weather, the forecast may say sunny with no chance of rain but how do you know for sure it's not going to rain? You don't, so you can't be disappointed when the blanket gets wet.

There are times when we allow our happiness to project from other people and there is nothing wrong with this at all. Or is there? How can you depend on someone else to make you happy? You obviously have no idea what makes you happy. You can say that being with someone or certain things a person does makes you happy but you can not base your sole happiness on the actions and or presence of another human being. We put too much faith and effort into others when we should be putting that same amount of energy into ourselves. There are times when we come to realize that you may not be overall happy with all aspects of our lives and it is then that a choice has to be made. You are either going to be miserable trying to make everything perfect when perfect doesn't exist or you are going to be content with the way things are. Happiness is honestly a state of contentment. Once you decide to toss out the overall happiness idea and live you will find that you are truly happy because you are content. You have settled into the idea that you can not always control the outcome of life's situations therefor you accept them for what they are. It is the same way with people, everyone is not going to be your ideal person, but if you love them you accept them for who they are and are happy with them. That is being content and being content means being happy in that moment.

So when it rains on your pretty picnic and you have to move it inside, does that make it any less pretty? No, so be happy that only the blanket got wet and your food wasn't ruined. Live for the moments of happiness not the overall!

Peace and Blessings ~B~

"Why You So Obsessed With Me?"

Obsess~ to dominate or preoccupy the thoughts, feelings or desires (of a person) beset, trouble, haunt persistently, or abnormally.

Have you ever had the feeling that someone was watching and noticing your every move? That every word that you spoke and or wrote was something they read? Possibly believing that your every move was somehow directed towards them? That your daily leaving was made possible simply because you wanted to be known or seen to them? This is one of the most creepy feelings ever, it's weird to know that someone is haunted, and some what taunted merely by the thought of you. Seems far fetched that a sane person could possibly devoted so much time and energy to the life of another when there are no emotional nor physical ties. Or are there? You have to stop and ask yourself; "How did my life intertwine with this person's?" in some situations you must really think and other times it comes easily. You may have said the wrong thing when walking past or unknowingly smiled a few seconds too long at them. Whatever you did you are the reason they are drawn to you, like a moth to a flame, a bee to honey. So what are you going to do? Do you watch them back? Do you run and hide? Do you continue your daily routine knowing it makes them mad doing so?

How do you even know this person is obsessed with you? Is it because now that you know you have an addiction to watching the watcher? Is it possible that knowing that your simple existence bothers this individual so much that it becomes a game? You ask yourself over and over why me? What has made me so special. Then one day the answer comes to you; " I have done nothing but only be me. Obviously that is more than you can say! So I am going to continue my routine and continue living and loving because I know that hurts you most! To watch me laugh and smile while having nothing half as comparable to what you have. So continue to watch I shall put on a show. However the tables have turned and I, once the object of obsession has become the obsessor!"

~B~