Thinking Kinky : The Nappy Haired Diva

I gave one last kiss to his face, my last taste of his skin the beautifully human encasement his spirit was held in. My fingertips traced his lips tenderly remembering when they once kissed me. I remembered the lust, I remembered the lies I remembered the warmth that filled his eyes. I touched his hands that once held my waist that at times would deny me, when I longed for their embrace. The times I spent seeing those lips curl into grins were now lost in the wilderness his love was in but I still ran my hands through his hair hoping to feel something there. Nothing. The eyes were empty. Heartbreak sent me to a confined place. It was a place with no light, no space, so tight that my throat began to choke on the reality of what came to be of us and my inability to breathe caused my chest to heave with every part of me squeezed, parts of me began to depart from me my tears were the first to leave. Then he rose, and looked into my eyes- a prelude to a sad goodbye An...

Sometimes he looked at me the way I had always wanted to be looked at. His eyes would fill with a wonder as if I was a beautiful creature he never knew existed. I would often pretend I didn't notice, because I liked to be admired a bit longer. I knew he would break his gaze if I acknowledged it. So I sat and made my best effort to remain natural, refusing to ruin the moment with unnecessary interruption. Other times, I would intentionally turn toward him. I would return his gaze and admire every curve of his face. I would notice the perceived flaws and want to kiss them all. My lips would travel across the map of his face, landing on every location of interest. He would laugh, and distract my lips from their unplanned journey by planting his against my own- keeping them in the destination he chose. I was alway obedient to what he wanted. Knowing that he wanted me was enough and so I did as he directed and I enjoyed heeding his unsaid instructions. I knew when he didn't wa...

It's happened. You're in the heat of the moment and there is the tell tale popping sound; the latex sling shot that was the sole barrier between passion and pregnancy (and other things we won't mention). Or the stroke was dope until the rain coat decided to slip off in the midst of the downpour. It's in those moments that one of two things happen: You either pretend that it didn't happen and in the heat of the moment take your chances or you take a pause to strap up and then tap up once again. Either option isn't ideal. So today, I found the Tailor Fit Condom . For only about $1.25 USD each, you will gain the experience of a jimmy that doesn't shimmy (Oh, I really impressed myself with that one). These condoms which go by the brand name of Sustain are organic, Kosher, and GMO free. I feel like I should wrap my sushi in these things. I haven't found any reviews on these condoms but should you decide to give them a try, I welcome you to leave a review r...