Countless hours of arguing, countless hours of missed phone calls and unread text messages. Whose the other guy? I always find myself questioning if this love that we have is true. You don’t look at me the way you once did when we first met, you don’t even touch me the way you use to, when it’s time for us to pleasure one another. Is there another guy? What’s the reason for tears, I’m trying to explain myself and all you can do is throw a fit and just cry, when all I want to do is fix our broken relationship. You stay crying everyday, complaining to your friends but then you have the audacity to make me look like the bad guy, and paint this picture of an verbally abusive guy with no heart that’s dragging you through hell, when in reality I’m the one whose trying to reach out to you to try and fix things. We both did our dirt and we both made huge mistakes. Were no saints. Maybe my boys were right, maybe I should move on and leave your childish and find somebody that will cherish me as a man and give me the love and support that I need and desire and someone who will always be there for me until the end. I thought that was you, but now I’m second guessing since you seem to spend more time with your home boy, that you claim is just a friend. Like yeah ok. I doubt he’s just a friend. Now I done been with different kind of girls. Like I done seen them all, but ain’t none of them at all like you. An I done seen the best of the best, and I’m still ain’t impressed cause ain’t none of them at all like you. If you know how I feel when I chill, If I’m seen with a girl then she gotta be just like you. Baby that’s the way I feel and I got no choice but for me to keep it real because when we first got together started hanging out you was skeptical at first and you had to figure out if I was the kind of guy to try to dog you out but I ain’t that kind of guy you tried to make me out. You found-out when you turned to my baby I showed them other brothers how to treat a lady, I let you drive and you were riding when we were in that Mercedes. Baby I ain’t tripping or acting shady cause baby you know I never had anybody that showed me all the things that you showed me and the way you make me feel you hold me. We gone always be together my love, that’s what you told me and I believe it. Yes I just quoted some of that Bow & Ciara song, you know that’s my favorite song, (Laughs a little bit) but I said that to say this. I want you to spend the rest of my life with you and I knew it from the moment I laid my eyes on you. That’s why I brought up our problems that we had in the past in this speech that I’m giving you now in front of everyone to say that, Come here Girl! I love you and I want to ask you, “Will YOU MARRY ME KIMBERLY?!”
(Kimberly is shocked for a minute and then she smiles and says “Of course I’ll marry you Lucas.”) Lucas goes to put the ring on her finger and then he kisses her and picks her up while everyone cheers and then she playfully punches and says, “You better not ever scare me like that again. I thought you were really leaving me since you were bringing up our past in front of everyone.” Lucas says, “You know I had to make a scene love, I would never leave the woman of my life.” (Lucas smiles and they both kiss while everybody looks on and out of the blue Kimberly whispers in Lucas’s ear and says, “I’m pregnant Lucas.” (Lucas’s is shocked)
Listen! Now it’s been years and and I know we fell apart but I got to reconcile with you. Everyday I think about you and I miss your kisses. I miss the way you touch me, the way you make a little smile when I pinch your cheek. You can say I’m tripping, but I’m stingy because I can’t hide it and most guys like myself, know what they want and they plan on actually working for a woman like you that’s independent, beautiful, intelligent and that doesn’t need a man but you want one, for companionship. Baby listen, I just want to be your man! Nothing turns me on more than being with you. I’m stingy baby! I miss kissing on your brown smooth skin and your skin feels so smooth like you was dip in a lake full of cocoa butter lotion. Yeah I said it. That’s right! The way we talked about life and just being around each other and feeding off each other’s spirit and devotion into each other’s intellect and remembering that it’s not about the physical attraction we share with one another, but more of the spiritual attraction that we share with being around each other all the time.
Being in love is a beautiful thing. There’s nothing like being with that one woman that makes you feel like a little kid again that is just experiencing his first love crush. That’s a special feeling that only comes around a few times in a person’s life. When it does, try your best to keep it. Everyone wants to be in love, whether they admit or not. The feeling of being in love with the person you can’t see yourself being without. The feeling you get when you look each other in the eyes, knowing you matter to them, and knowing that no person or people can break y’all apart is breathtaking! Their touch, their kisses are to die for and you yearn to make that feeling of love everlasting. I love that feeling of being in love, the effect of having butterflies when you wake up in the morning to that special lady. That is special! I hope to find this kind of love one day with my JULIET…. AKA my brown sugar, Which is you my love, my future wife and that’s why I’m stingy baby and I got to have you. Now give it to me!
“He bends Keke over and starts pounding her from the back while she screams in pleasure and excitement, yelling his name (Jason) and she then arches her butt up higher while he continues to penetrate her from behind and then they switch positions while he munches on her vagina and then she gives him the same treatment of pleasure in his private area and then he makes loves to her while she is on her back and they both cum together while the music plays in the back ground and then they get ready for round two.” To be continued…….
Damn…. Another day has passed by and I’m still single. Who would of thought that a beautiful “Black Queen” like myself would still be single. I know what you’re thinking. I’m a little cocky or I’m just full of myself. Nah….I just know my worth and I have standards and I refuse to settle for anything less. That’s right, yea I said it. I refuse to be made a fool of. If you’re a black guy or any type of guy reading this, you probably have the misconception that I’m a angry bitter black woman that curves a lot of men. Nah honey, trust that’s not even close to the story I’m about to tell you why I’m the way I am. Oh by the way, my name is Andrea if you was wondering.
Now back to story time. I’ve two beautiful children, one boy and one girl who I love to death and as a mother for all you ladies out there, you know that you have to be mindful and careful who you let in your kids life, because that can play a pivotal role in having them getting to know a guy that is only temporary. Also if any of you were wondering, I’m separated from my previous husband and I’ve been out there on the dating block getting to know most men but most guys have told me that I’m to intimidating because I make and earn more than they do and they find that as a strike to not be interested in me. Most of the guys that adhere to this ideology, told me that , they’re more traditional, where they want a woman to stay home and cook and clean and watch the children. When I told them that it would be a cold day in hell, if that were to occur. When they heard those words, they got offended and stormed off. But let me ask you this, put yourself in my shoes. If you were the mother of two children and a guy told you to quit your job and to stay home doing house duties while he makes all the money and all of a sudden he decides he doesn’t want to be with you anymore, so he leaves. What does that do to you? It makes you a woman that is homeless with two children out on the street with no money, because you believed in a guy that promised you that he would take care of you and your kids, and now he left you with nothing to fend for yourself. Don’t get me wrong I’m not saying that all men are like this, their are some great men out there. It’s just the ones I encountered, I’m just showing you from a black woman’s perspective, that when we say that we are a strong independent black woman, we don’t use that phrase to scare you off. But we use that phrase to show you men that we can provide for ourselves, so that a situation like I just mentioned doesn’t occur and we want to make sure that if we bring you around our kids that you plan to with us along time instead of trying to have a one night stand which will never happen with me, because I’ve respect for myself and I value my body.
So when a black woman or any woman in general ask you to go on a first date or to meet somewhere in public, we are basically trying to tell you, like hey show me that you’re interested in me and not just trying to dick me down. We are saying that, because deep down we don’t want to be somebody’s baby mother, we really want to be a wife and we want to help encourage our man, not tear him down and degrade him, but to uplift him and build a empire together, so we can both flourish and have a ravishing and great life that we can pass down to our kids and our future grand kids and their children also. That’s what us as black women really want, when we are talking you men, particularly black men. As a black woman it hurts me to see my strong, handsome black men date outside our race and putting our black women down, because we are to dark skin or not light skin enough for them to take serious or the notion we are loud or full of drama which is a lie. We already have to put up with societal crap, that portrays black women as angry or not light skin enough to be taken serious. Not to mention four hundred years of slavery we had to take care of the family and the black man to, but thats a topic for another day. You get the point. But also let me clarify that there’s nothing wrong with dating outside your race, you love who you love, I’m just saying it would be nice to see a strong black couple be together and flourish together financially and spiritually. In my opinion when most black women say they have high standards, we are alluding to that fact, that we want the best for you, where we motivate each other to become successful in both our goals and we just want you to respect us and to come correct and have something to put on the table besides dick, where we can get that anytime we want. So if me having standards is considered to be most men as being a angry, stuck up, bitter black woman, then I smile with pride knowing that I have respect for myself and that the gentlemen that is approaching me at the moment in time, knows that he’s looking at a beautiful black queen, that’s going to motivate him to be his very best and to have high standards for himself also. My name is Andrea and I’m a beautiful, intelligent black queen AKA “SOULS SISTA” and this is my resolve.
PS- Ladies remember, having high standards is not stuck, it’s about respecting yourself showing your potential male flirt that you can motivate them also, so they can hold their-selves to high standards as well! Thanks for reading queens, you are my “SOUL SISTA!”
We were born the same year. But at my fifth summer I was cursed to stay a young girl trapped in her 20’s forever. Yet my soul was growing older. My friend was growing up. My name is Ritasha by the way. Anyway I was becoming a beautiful teenager. Kind, caring and handsome. And every day my heart aged and my love for him grew stronger. We were friends, but we could never be lovers, could we? He had reached the age to marry a girl. Of course he had to marry a girl. No one would allow him to marry a poor girl not from a royal class.. Especially not a peasant girl who was trapped in the body of a peasant woman not looking glamorous. Yet this didn’t stop me from confessing my love to him on the night before his wedding. He kissed me gently, a real gentleman he was, before we ran away. Vanished into the night. He and I. It was magical but hard. We had to pretend I was his cousin. He grew older, now he had to pretend to be my grandfather. No one could know. We kept our secret hidden. He took it into his grave. My beloved friend, my everything. I still miss him every day. Even though it has been almost a hundred years since he passed away. I wish I could join him in death. But I am a vampire. Doomed to live forever. My heart is devoted to him, empty for anything else. My soul is old. My body young. Oh when, when will I pass away. Someone please set me free. My time to die has arrived. But I can not die yet because I still long for my one true love. I will wait as long as it takes to see him again as I drink from my last living being, I am drawn to my last sorrow filled memories. This all happened to fast; I could not stop my self from devouring my beloved. Now he has been banished to the fiery depths that is Hell. My love has left me, My lust now has control; As his father approaches me with a stake, I am ready to be banished into a world of black, my body to dust does it lay. With my broken heart and final tears, forever preserved in nothing but memories. Our ring lay, still wrapped in my bony mind that has died. I am nothing but a monster; I am the vampire. But I can not die yet because I still long for my one true love. I will wait as long as it takes to see him again as I drink from my last living being, I am drawn to my last sorrow filled memories.
Centuries has passed and I got invited to a Masquerade that was for vampires only. Not knowing what to expect, I got in my best garments and I went to the event where I was so amazed at everyone dancing I decided to join in myself.
A vivid spectacle of bodies moving in harmony. They spun and swayed and smiled as one to the sound of The Vampire Masquerade. A golden sheen befell the hall through the splinters of light that caught the gems on the chandelier and showered the guests with a honey dew. Magnificent floral pieces of pashmina and satin sheathed the blushing ladies while the ebony suited men braved their hearts and lead their counter-parts in the waltz. Among them stood one apart from the rest. With his royal blue jacket and dark grey trousers, and eyes that shone like a cat on a throne; he was seen in glimpses here and there. Some saw him dancing with a dame while others fell their gaze at the figure watching them from above, on the higher balcony; wherever he was his eyes remained fixed on one which was me. He wore an emerald suite, iridescent with embroidered gems. His eyes, blue like a stormy ocean, shot arrows of supremacy at any fool who dared to look. He entrance every woman who seemed ever so desperate to be acquainted with him. Through the beating maze of masked phantoms he made his way to me. Swift and sure I felt his beating heart since he got closer; we were both challenging each other’s every movement with our own. He was a breath away from me and he then whispers in my ear, “I have returned Ritasha?” I gasped, for I couldn’t believe it was my long lost loved. I was in shocked but I knew it was very real when he
put his lips on my neck ,softly kissing me and then he spins me around and says I’m “Vlad, my dear. But around here they seem to call me Dracula and I missed you and we never be away from each other ever again, because I’m immortal just like you, when you killed me on that fatal day and turned me into a vampire. I smiled and we both said we that we loved each other and we danced the night away into eternity while we feasted on the blood on our victim covered in a bloody romantic dancing spectacle.