"Trench Coat and Heels"

 One of the most memorable female player moments I can recall in a movie is Robin Givens in "Boomerang" when she shows up to Eddie Murphy's door hours later than she was supposed to without calling. After letting him get his frustration out, she offers to leave, of course he stops her and it is then that she reveals the contents underneath her coat. (a trench coat by the way) She is wearing nothing but a matching bra and pantie set and some heels. As with any man Eddie had no words and the scene immediatly cuts to them having sex. This simply shows the power of a sexy woman and her mind. Now technically they were not a couple however her showing up in nothing but her Victoria's is a testiment of what a woman should be willing to do in order to please her man. From what I understand the trench coat and heels trick is one that is quite common when a woman wants to turn her man on or get and keep his undivided attention. I personally have never done it, but it seems to be something that could spark a flame under any sexually dying fire. So the question is, What is too freaky when it comes to a woman wanting to please her man behind closed doors? The saying is true, what you WILL NOT do another WILL. That is just fact not fiction. So is leaving your house in nothing but a trench coat, bra and panties and heels crossing the line if you are wanting to surprise or please your man? Is it too much for a woman to do ALL the freaky things that her man asks her to behind closed doors if it is just that, behind closed doors and that is her man? Not her fuck buddy or a booty call her man. Is it okay for her to be a freak in the sheets and a lady in the streets? Robin did it to please Eddie...How far would you go to get your man's attention? Are you willing to to take a chance at him not being satisfied and finding that excitement elsewhere?

 

"NOTHING LIKE A GOOD BAG"

"GUCCI THIS LOUIE DAT, GOT CHA BAG GAME TOGETHA." ~YO GOTTI "FIVE STAR BITCH"
The first time I heard this line of the song I could do nothing but laugh, I immediately adopted this as one of my anthems for the summer. Over the past year I have come to acquire a fetish for bags. By bags I mean purses (I believe saying purses is mediocre and I strive to rise above regularity). It began as large hobo bags from ABC Trading and Wholesale, these bags were large enough to fit my son inside but they didn't make a statement. So I then decided I wanted to take my desires a step further and began buying COACH bags from the COACH store in West County mall. My stint with COACH only lasted a few months and I was then introduced to a new love, LOUIS VUITTON. Always a leader in the fashion industry his line of designer bags never fail to make a statement when paired with the right shoes or personality. I am the type of woman that as soon as my feet hit the floor I say to myself "Today is a say something bag day." Which means I want to make a statement and speak volumes without saying much or anything at all. So it is safe to say that I change bags almost everyday. It is every now and then that I find a bag that I absolutely love and find it hard to switch out of. Well my new love is a wine (or deep plum) colored LOUIS VUITTON Vernis Alma. The first time I laid eyes on this purse I was in love and knew that I needed it in my life. Sure it was expensive but you only live once, so I bought it with no hesitation. I was like a kid the day after Christmas playing with that one toy I'd been asking for, I didn't want to put it away. So I wore the bag, which I named "Purple Haze" with every outfit no matter what color it was for a month. I wore it with sweat pants and flips flops, dresses or jeans it didn't matter.
Recently I was having a conversation with a friend who is as equally crazy about designer bags as I am and she said something that instantly made perfect sense to me. "Bren I treat my relationships like I treat my bag collection." WOW!! What a powerful statement and only someone who is as engrossed in a collection of such bags could understand. I could not agree with her more, except for the fact that she changes bags daily. While I may switch up my bags I always go back to that "favorite" one. My love life is very much the same. I may switch it up or even get tired of one person but I always go back. Even though I know that my life and theirs may not go well together, I go with it no matter what. My purse may not match every outfit but it compliments me and I compliment it. I may not fit in HIS life at that moment but I compliment HIM and HE compliments me. So there may be times when it's best that I don't wear HIM out, then there are times when it is a must. The first time I laid eyes on HIM I knew I needed him in my life. I also knew that it was going to come with a price, but that didn't matter because you only live once. So I have come to the realization that like "Purple Haze" HE is my favorite and I am in LOVE.

"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~