{The Professor}

In 1999, I enrolled at a local college. I met quite a few people...some who were from my neck of the woods and some from afar. I was double majoring in Business and Computer Information Systems with a minor in Social Work. I was loving college life. I didn't stay on campus because I had my own place, which made for great parties {By The Way}.
2 of my instructors were female, and old. If you know me....female and old..that's only 1 strike. LOL .you can figure out which one is worth the strike. My 3rd instructor was a winner. 6'something, 200+ muscular pounds, nice smile, 40ish-absolutely gorgeous. He taught Economics. Not only was his class very interesting, but he seemed more down to earth than the other 'teachers' I had come across. He didn't teach 'from the book'. He kept his shit real. He spoke the lessons in ways that even the dumbest muthafucka could understand. I could tell he had hood tendencies. I liked that. From the very first day of class, he seemed to be making eye contact with me. I brushed that shit off, and took it as "he-knows-I'm-one-of-the-smartest-bitches-in-this-class-and-he's-excited-he-has-one-less-dummy-to-worry-about", LOL By the end of the week, I noticed that there was something there. He'd ask questions, and no matter how many hands went up, he always chose me. ALWAYS. I was flattered, and a little embarrassed. It was way too obvious.

We make it all the way to the 4th week of classes. Now mind you, all this time this fine specimen of a man, was flirting with me, and I'd be a damn lie if I said I wasn't flirting back. Winks here, smiles here...shit like that. Class was dismissed, and I had to get a test from him that I had taken earlier in the week. I proceed to get my test, and there was a post-it on my test that read.... I looked, and he smiled. Inside I'm thinking...what the hell? I decided to call the next day. I figured...this man is powerful, and damn sexy, I don't want him thinking I'm some average chick that's gonna fall to my knees because he has the power to give me an A for sucking his dick through a straw. {Yes, I thought all of that} The next day, I give him a call. At first the conversation was a bit weird...kinda dry. I mean, he was much older than myself, and in a much better financial position that I was in...what did we really have in common. We decided that we had better chemistry face to face. I invited him over so that we could 'talk'. He made it to my place in LESS THAN 10 minutes.....wow, right? From the moment he walked through my door....it was on. This man's demeanor was so much different from what I had seen in class. He was aggressive(+), he was sexy(+), he was naked, and so was I in less than 30 seconds(+++)! This man ate THEE HELL out of my pussy. I mean, my shit was throbbing!! He was a beast. He threw me around like a rag-doll, and I loved every fucking moment of it. There was no bullshit, no small talk, straight fuckin! No nigga had ever given it to me this good. After a couple hours, things were winding down. We caught a few moments of sleep. When we woke up, we discussed normal shit. The conversation ended with me asking...."Where do we go from here?" He responded...."see you in class tomorrow." We did this for the rest of the semester. He would come over, fuck me silly, and bounce. The shit was so good, I never had time to feel neglected on a personal level. After the semester was over...we drifted apart. I got that 'A'!! LOL I took different classes, and that was that. But I swear...that may have been thee ONLY time I can say, I fell in love with a dick. Nothing more, nothing less.

The moral of this story is: Give brain...because a mind is a terrible thing to waste.

{LabelWhore}

Well almost everyone who knows me, knows that I am pretty open with my sexuality in every form. I don't run around and throw all of my dirt out for the world to see, but I don't really hide it either. I love men and I love very, very select few women as well. I've been bisexual since I was 17. My motto has always been....I'm 'try-sexual'...let me try it...if I like it I'll try it again. So there it is. Anyway, I've never been one to put labels on people. Your sexuality is your own. If you care to discuss it, then so be it. I'm not your average 'carpet-munchin' girl tho. I choose the women I kick it with very strategically. I don't like 'Dykes'{no.offense.just.not.my.thing}. My logic is, if I wanted a man, I'd just get one....better yet ANOTHER one. I prefer very feminine, book bunnies. I like innocent, educated, girly girls like myself. I'm choosy and I have every right to be.

I get irritated with people who label themselves so much. I'm Bisexual. {Period} My family knows, my man knows and that's pretty much it. You won't catch me in a anything, @ Pride marchin' like I'm going to Gay War. That's not my thing. I keep it to myself. Not everyone knows about my lifestyle, and I prefer it that way. I don't need to be judged by anyone except God when it's my time.

So, with that being said-I met this girl at a lesbian bar. When I saw her I thought she was cute, but I kept it moving. She decided to speak. The first 30 seconds of our convo pertained to my 'label'. Are you a 'this', are you a 'that'. Bitch no!!! Her first concern should've been my name. I rudely let her know, that I don't put titles on myself, and walked thee fuck away. There are people new to their sexuality, and those are the muthafuckas that need to stay away from me. I know who I am, and you should too. I am in no mood, at this .point. in my life to teach you anything.

I've had a steady, long term connection {6 yrs} with a female in Muskegon. I see her about 3-4 times a year, and I know that seems like very rarely, but for us, it's good. Bitches catch feelings, and the distance prevents that. She does her thing, and I do mine. When she visits, it's just like old friends catching up. There's no P.D.A., unless we're in that type of environment. I don't believe in pushing my choices in other peoples faces. I'm very reclusive when it comes to my personal life. I guess this would be a good time to give her a nickname.....how about....'Platinum'. 'Platinum' is a sweetheart. Very down to earth, mad sexy, and just overall cool as hell. I never have to speak more than 5 words before she knows what I'm about to say. I love that. We've come super close to being 'friends*only', but nah...that just doesn't work. We have this bond like no other. I've found that someone doesn't have to be all up in your shit, to truly know you. She knows me...really knows me from a distance. {[I Hope She Stays Distant]} LOL
I don't need to put a title to who I am, because the title doesn't make me who I am.

So the moral of this story is.....Don't Wear The Label....Let The Label Wear You.

Do Men Kiss and Tell??

I know women do!! LOL We love to share our dirty indiscretions with our girls. Big Dicks. Small Dicks. Fat Dicks. Skinny Dicks! Ate it! Didn't eat it! Whatever the case may be. We can and are always willing to Kiss and Tell. It's common practice to discuss who you 'fucked' the night before-in VIVID detail. That leads me to wonder....do men kiss and tell the same way us women do? Are they honest about the way things went down.

Do they inflate the truth to get props from the fellas?

Or do they keep things to themselves. I highly doubt that, but for some men, it may be possible.

Women are brutally honest when it comes to talking about a mans sexual performance. If men were the same way, how would we feel?

I'm sure most, if not all women would be pissed if we were flies on the wall, when the fellas got together and it was brought up that we 'didn't know how to suck dick'. WHAT??? It would be like "I Sucked the HELLLLLLLLLL out of that niggas little ass dick!" LOL I guess in the male/female world somethings are just going to be unknown on the opposite side of the fence. I speak for myself when I say...I can FUCK THEE hell out of a dick, and I HAVE NO GAG REFLEX! WHAT?! Now....with that being said...if your dick is little, and you have no stamina-be sure to tell your boys that so that can make an accurate decision about what popped off! LOL

"The Foot Man"

In February 2007, I decided to step my hustle game up. I'm a very resourceful female and I can figure out how to get shit done. I was surfin the net one day, and I came across an ad. "FOOT MAN LOOKING". I decided to peek inside and see what the business was. His ad seemed....normal, I guess. It read 'mixed male, looking to worship a woman's pretty feet'. Huh? I scrolled down a little lower in his post and noticed the compensation area {$200}. Not bad for letting someone 'worship my feet'. I decided to send this weirdo an email to inquire more.

He described himself and sent a photo.

HE WAS/IS FUCKIN GORGEOUS! 6'7, biracial, grey eyes, goatee...football player type nigga. Something has got to be wrong with this dude. I was still Skeptical to say the least. Turns out...this guy is so shy. Shy to the point where, if I had touched him, he may have passed the fuck out. I emailed him for about a week, before we decided to meet. We met at a neutral location. We had a couple of drinks to break the ice, I guess.

He expressed to me that he has loved feet for a long time. Something about pretty toes turned him on. {Now at this point, I must admit, I'm secretly thinking about fucking THEE shit out of this nigga} 'Foot Man' told me about his home life, which seemed pretty lame. He has a g/f that doesn't understand his fetish...not to say that I did either, but I was just more open to understanding it. He went on to describe what he wanted from me...."Red toes, and soft soles". Simple. Sweet.

Now at the moment, my toes were Watermelon Pink...he said it was 'acceptable', LOL. After warming up, I decided that he was sane enough. He slid me an envelope with $300 in it. I asked why the tip, and he said that he knew my 'toes' would be worth it. I felt like a pair of feet with no body attached to them, but what-the-fuck-ever, because I was like, I can buy some bad ass boots for these feet! LOL Anyway, we make it back to his place. VERY NICE HOME! Large, clean, well decorated. His bitch may be lame, but she has a sense of style similar to mine. We went up to his bedroom, and I was nervous as hell, but that soon left. I realized that I could kill the fool if need be. He was like a scared bunny rabbit. He walked over to his dresser and pulled out a blunt. He said it would calm his nerves so that he could 'perform'. I'm like whatever nigga, do you. I chilled. He asked me to lay on the bed and take off my shoes and socks. I complied. I'm wet as hell, cause I know this nigga is PACKING!! I'm ready. He finishes his blunt, and lays across the bottom of the bed and stares at my feet. He asked me to wiggle my toes...I did. This nigga started growling like a bear. LOL He took off his clothes and DAMN! There it was! I swear it was glowing. 9 inches of dick...thick and hard. Mmmmm. He started rubbing my feet, and sweating while he was jacking off. I'm in awe, but only for a moment. It dawned on me...my pussy ain't getting shit...he wants my fuckin feet. I lay there....LOST.

15 minutes later-it was over. He was so excited, and I felt truly ripped off, $300 and all. I wanted that muthafucka...bad. I eventually accepted the fact the feet were his thing. Point. Blank. Period. I was there to render a service, and I did just that.

I see 'Foot Man' on the regular. He pays well, what can I say? 15-20 minutes of foot rubbing...no sweat involved? Shiiiiit...he calls and I'm there, no questions asked. The moral of this story is....A dude can be fine as hell, with a 9 inch dick, and only want your feet...if he's paying GIVE THEM TO HIM!!