Take it back

Women always get called names when it comes to love and sexuality. They are labeled the worst. However, who stated that a ‘hoe’ is a derogatory term? Who said that a ‘gold digger’ means that it’s a bad thing?

Wanting more in a relationship especially financial, means you are looking to dig for gold in another person’s yard? Ahm, where do you want me to dig? In my own? Have you ever heard people looking in their own space for gold or diamonds and being successful? There are the few that have struck gold or rubies in their own space. Made a name for themselves without any help from others and with tools and space given to them, but you must get out your comfort zone and stretch across others just to grasp your own. Just my humble opinion.

Be serious. You know that meeting the absolute right one won’t fall into your lap like a perfect gift. Women multi dating isn’t acceptable but a man multi dating is him either sowing his oats or searching. Yes, women outnumber men today so yes, more women are out there, so I believe it is only fair that women search even harder for the right one. If sex is involved then that is ‘big people business’. Doesn’t mean she should walk around with ‘A Scarlet A’ on her chest, and a drum boy to declare her presence. (See the Lady with the Scarlet Letter).

I won’t be dramatical (and I could be), I am just saying that we can start owning those words and not make them become a bitter taste in our mouth. Okay, I do not expect anyone to wake up tomorrow and be accepting such hate to be spewed and be happy but gradually I think we can. Turn the hoe around. Take your gold digging life style be profitable and then maybe show others the ‘how to’. Start from today not to accept those words that are considered hateful and make them powerful.

I am just saying.

Stay beautiful and strong women.

A new path

Lately i have been feeling lost. My connection to looking beyond is slipping. I cant seem to find the silver lining. I know my destination, but the path isn’t outlined so i cant follow a pattern.
I am creating my own pattern but its hard. I dont have a clear idea how to get “there”, but i do know i want to be “there”.
I know i should take a bus, however, which bus isnt specified and where to get on or off isnt in the handbook. All i want is for that cloud to be removed, that horizon to not be pushed back further. All i want, is a new thought/idea/beginning. Maybe then i can move forward, pushing through barriers, paving a path for others to follow.
I read about these people who followed their dream, the idea sparked in them. I listen to videos that encourage you to follow your own path and blaze a trail, but i don’t quite seem to grasp exactly how they did it. I mean, someone did see the value in giving ‘the rock’ a chance to become a wrestler, even though his dad was a part of it. I am not giving up on knocking doors, just not sure how many more doors to knock on.
I shall continue my search, in the mean time, please help me to stay focus. Thank you for reading. 

A free excerpt 

Here she was, blindfolded, kneeling in the middle of the room. She felt strong, firm hands on her shoulders and heard her master’s voice from a short distance away saying to her, “Remember our safe word Angel. Use it when you need”.

She nodded in understanding and awaited instructions. For some reason her master was the one giving them while someone else ‘handled’ her.

” Stand “, she heard him say and she obeyed.

” Spread your legs”, and she obliged yet the firm hand never hurt her in anyway.  

She was not always subjected to spankings but the stranger opted to using his hand on her buttocks.

Angel knew her master’s touch. She knew how her body responded to what he offered. This stranger incited a different feeling. The first lash brought flesh upon flesh, but she felt him soothe her for a brief moment. With every stroke he lingered on her ass. Calming her, soothing her, comforting her. She felt it from the first minute. Her body wriggled. Not to be freed, in blatant abandon. She was scared to show too much emotion, hoping her master wasn’ too aware. But she knew. She knew he kept a watchful eye. She knew he saw how her body twisted. She knew, yet she secretly hoped he was not aware of what the stranger was doing.

Angel wanted to take her hands and place them between her leg. She needed a release so imminently. The stranger knew, which meant her master also knew, but she could not solace herself. Her master asked, “Are you ready Angel?”

“Yes master”.

She felt the nod of approval more than saw. The stranger’s hand caressed her body, giving new meaning to the word. She was lost and knew it. She never wanted another hand on her from today and that was an impossiblity.

You, Me, and Social Media 

Putting pics on social media can be intimidating. It can be scary for some of us. 

We would find the pic nice and worth sharing but the vicious comments received previously, or even the none likes can stop one from sharing with friends and in extension the world.
Stop it. Share yourself with others. Share! Do not let people/others dictate what you do. You are your own person.
Its hard for thick women to post without thinking about others but don’t. When posting your do it for yourself. Do it because you want to. Do it to bring accomplishment for yourself and not for likes. Do it because you like the pic and believe others would benefit from your pic.