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Me…….Jo……A Shower…..Ooops Candles????

   

 

 I was back from my Philly/Atlantic City trip and ready to see Jo. Only problem was, my mind and everything else was good to go but my body was saying “No Bitch, you have to wait about 5 days before you can get it on this month.” It’s a hell of thing when you got a guy who  can lay the pipe calling you up and you have to lie and make up shit about you being busy when really it’s just that time of the month. Oh well, it made me seem less available and made the sex even better. Back in Philly, me and Daniella went to Condom Palace on South street just for kicks but ended up buying some “things” to use between the sheets. She bought some funny knickknacks but I wanted to do something sexy. I got this box of candles with a blindfold because I thought I’d do some sexy shit like in the movies. That’s right, I was going to burn his ass up like Nathan, but in a good way this time.

    Later in the week, when my “friend” was gone and my “chuckie” had been freshly touched up I made my way down to Jo’s house for some food, relaxation, and of course what else?! I pulled up with him in the driveway washing his car and just looking so damn sexy! Why does he do this shit? I always have to encounter him when he’s doing some sexy thing…. last time he answered the door with a towel, the time before he was stretched out on the couch without a shirt and that sexy bed head, now he’s outside washing a car?! Those Latinos I tell ya. Anywho, we were outside for a bit talking, with sex on my brain, and him putting the finishing touches on his car. He asked if he I wanted him to do mine but I politely declined, he was cutting in to my booty time. After he put away the car cleaner and parked his car we went inside and made our way downstairs. Again, and we do this often, we chatted up (bullshitin’) and then he broke up the conversation with this:

“Hey I feel kinda funky, you mind if I jump in shower real quick?”

I replied, “No problem, I’ll be here.”

“Cool, I’ll leave the door open….” He hinted.

What he say? After that he went into the bathroom and I heard the shower come on. Was Jo testing my gangster? I was caught off guard so I can’t lie, I was a little nervous. So I immediately called my butt buddy Daniella to see what I should do:

“Hey ho, what’s up?” She asked.

“Bitch, he just jumped in the shower so I gotta talk fast. Would it be

too much to jump in after him, am I coming off to forward? Am I over-analyzing

shit? Why the fuck am I trippin’ right now?” I rambled.

“Bitch shut up and do it! You know you want to!” Dani said.

“You right girl, operation get that dick!” I laughed

“Get it girl, call me later! I want details!” She ended.

Okay, the chick is back now. I grew some balls and went H.A.M. in the bathroom. I knocked on the door, Jo peeped his head out and smiled, “Glad you wanted to join me.” I smiled back and hopped my happy ass in the shower. God! The way the water just ran down his body just looked like my own personal painting. Jo keeps his body fit. He plays soccer and among other things just stays fit.  He looked at me and I looked at him, we were kissing, his body was pressed up against mine and I could just feel him getting harder by the moment. Our shower scene was better than the movies! It was the most enjoyable time I’ve ever had in water too because in the past I was worried about my hair…not this time though. This moment was mine and I was going to rock it better than I had ever rocked it before. We were doing acrobatic shit in the shower and didn’t lose our footing once! My legs wrapped around him, next he has me pressed against the wall with the water running on top of our heads, then the next angle I’m bent over and we’re going at it like the those animals you see on Animal Planet. I swear I should have had a camera propped up somewhere in the bathroom, I was so good I don’t even believe this shit, and I was actually there!  After the shower we made our way to his room, I was still in a towel, he ran upstairs to put some clothes in the dryer. I reached for my purse to get the stuff I bought from Condom Palace. Told you I was going to be a showstopper. Jo returned with his boxers on. He goes, “Let’s watch the game for a bit.” I’m like “Hell no, I’m not done yet.” Jo looks at me and without hesitation takes his boxers back off and lies on the bed. I respond, “Put on this blindfold.” He got really excited when I said that. Jo bit his bottom lip and then followed my orders. That’s right, when I say jump, you ask how high. He laid there, dick high in the air, waiting for my surprise. Then I took out a box of matches and struck one. Jo heard and was like “What was that?” I laughed it off and “Nothing.” With the match I lit one of the candles and let the wick burn so I could get some of the melted wax. I leaned over to kiss Jo on the lips, then dripped some of the wax on his shoulders. As soon as that wax hit Jo’s body he jumped up and screamed. I thought he was playing so I dropped some on his chest. He yelled again.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“Babe, I thought you had some body paint, or handcuffs, or butt plugs or something.”

“Are you serious? The candle is a no go?” I said.

“Babe, I’m sorry to go out like a punk but that shit hurts.”

    Just like that, my candle fantasy was killed. I thought I was killing it, instead I was giving  Jo 1st degree burns. That didn’t kill the mood though. Jo grabbed my legs and pulled me to the edge of the bed and we fucked like we were back in High School after the school won the championship football game. We at least missed the first half of the basketball game. And that’s saying a lot coming from me. Once the game was over, Jo looked at me, and I looked at Jo and what do we do? More fuckin’. By the time we got done, all you could see was our imprints in the floor from our bodies. We laid together, in a pool full a sweat. I need to cancel my gym membership. I burn more calories with Jo then I do at the gym. That night was simple and to the point. It’s something that I needed just to get me by during the week.

     Some people may say that there’s more that I want from Jo than just sex. And I do get more. He’s someone I can talk to and joke with. No doubt that Jo is a great guy but it’s just the way Jo feels between my legs, I’m not catching feelings though.  I like Jo, he’s fun, he’s sexy and I’m comfortable around him. Like I said before, this time around I know where his head is. No doubt, I need a change of scenery because I will get bored. But for right now, Jo is keeping my mind off the past and on his ass. I’m not going to completely rule him out of my life as potentially being something more later down the line in years to come but for right now, sex is on my brain. I said it once and I’ll say it again, I don’t think I’m sloring it up, men have their cake and they eat it too, it’s about time we started eating the whole damn bakery.

Me….Jo…..And A Bed

   
     Everybody knows what good sex feels like. Everybody knows what bad sex feels like. And everybody knows what it feels like to anticipate good sex when you’ve been having bad sex for a long time. After the “Sister Date” with Daniella I wanted some male attention pronto. I’m newly single, I hadn’t had sex in 2 months, and the last time I saw Jo I slipped up and said the safety word……. damnit! All I know is when I woke up that fateful Sunday morning I knew I was getting me some! Until I got that “feeling.” You know the “feeling” you get every 28 days. Not today, I’m begging and pleading with the Lord to give me this day to act like a total slut, I deserve it. The last time Jo and I got together I was so hot and bothered I don’t even think I could remember my name if you had asked me. I planned on seeing him over his place later and I was going to make him climb walls! I touched up my “chucky”(no signs of my “friend” yet, thank you Lord) a little so it wasn’t looking like wild kingdom, I put on matching underwear this time, my natural hair was looking extra good this day and I was smelling fresher than a newly bathed baby. Hours had passed and it was time for me to hop in my car and become a show stopper. I made my way down to I-95 with the thoughts of how tonight was going to play out. You can dream it, you can fantasize it, and you can plan it in you head but when it comes down to the deed, all that shit goes out the window.
     My heart was racing as I parked out front of his house. I checked the inside my pants to make sure no surprises…….I’m  good. I texted him to let him know I had arrived. Jo opened the door with nothing but a towel on and his body dripping wet. He answered ” I’ve been waiting for you.” God damn those sexy Latin eyes! I’d been waiting for him too. We went downstairs to the basement, as I sat down he went into his room to put on some boxers…… later they would be coming right off. We snuggled up together on the couch to watch the playoff games between Boston and Orlando. I don’t even watch basketball but I was just killing a little time in my head to figure out how I was going to break him off a little sumthin sumthin. Jo reached for my butt and asked “Why are your clothes still on?” As soon as he said that I knew it was showtime. It’s been a little while since I’ve made love to anyone since my ex, and I wasn’t going to make love tonight. Tonight I was going to fuck Jo like I was going to prison for 10 years and he was going to be my last male contact. I got up from the couch and led him into his bedroom. He dimmed the lights as I took off my clothes and laid on his bed. He walked up ever so slowly and did one of those sexy upside down kisses like Kirsten Dunst and Toby McGuire in the first Spiderman Movie. Then he twisted me over so fast and we were face to face. Our breathing patterns were matching. The last time we had a passionate night of sex was about 2 years ago. I ran my hands down slowly until I came to his rock hard penis and I knew I had never wanted to fuck so bad in all of my life until that very moment. He kissed me first slowly that later turned into a feverish make out session. Then right when I was about to get restless about the kissing he stuck that rock hard stick inside me and I swear all that was shit in my life up into that point was golden. I mean I’ve never gotten so much excercise like that in a long ass time. I was up, I was down, I was on my side, I was on my head, we were standing up, we were laying down, I was on top, he was on top, I was shaped like a preztel, he was shaped like a question mark……bottom line, we were fuckin’ and I wasn’t holding back. Don’t worry either, we were using condoms, I was horny but I wasn’t stupid. He was pulling my hair, I was biting his neck, he was scratching my back, I was choking his neck and by the time we were done all you could see was a pool of sweat on his bed where our bodies were laid.
    Now, normally I like to give you about 4 maybe 5 minutes tops of cuddling time but with Jo it’s different. He has this way of touching you while you talk where the 5 minute cuddle turns into 20. Next thing I know, we’re naked, I’m laying on my stomach and he’s laid on top of me stroking my neck and we’re just in deep conversation. If that’s his game he plays it well. I’m not trying to get attached to Jo though, he’s the type that’ll be a Bachelor until his 30’s when he realizes his ass is getting too damn old for motorbikes, nightclubs, and random bitches every other night. He’s afraid of commitment. Hence why I hadn’t been with him in 2 years, at least this time I know what I’m getting myself into, last time I didn’t, won’t make that mistake again. After our conversation I got up, said something about me having to get up early in the morning, put on my clothes and kissed him by. I wasn’t trying to do a drive-by screw but sometimes you have to play it like that with these guys, they’re too damn cocky. 
   I drove home feeling good. Not guilty at all. I’ve played by the rules for a long time and look where it got me? This summer is going to be totally different. I’m going to be safe but expect that inner “slore” (slut/whore) to reign supreme in 2010. And you know what the highlight of the night was? I didn’t get my period until the day after! Cheers to me! 

The Awakening………..

The Awakening
There is an old Buddhist story that I’ve always loved, it goes something like this:
The student comes to Buddha and asks
“Are you the messiah?”
“No” says Buddha
Then are you a healer?”
“No” says Buddha
Are you a teacher?” asks the student
Again Buddha answers “No”
Frustrated, the student ask “Then what are you?”
Buddha answers. . . . “I am awake…”
At first when I heard this story I had no idea what the hell it meant, but after some careful soul searching this year I finally have the answer. I’m not a Buddhist but I do respect all cultures and understand the idea of being enlightened. Being awake to me means being conscious and self serving to yourself. I can look and search for the answers in other people and other things but in the end the real truth lies within myself. And trust me, it didn’t come easy getting to the conclusion and I am still learning.
After being in a unhealthy relationship for the past year and half I am finally free to be me. I’m not saying that the whole relationship was a bust and there weren’t any good times, I’m simply saying that when you’re a strong woman like myself and you spend most of the time crying than smiling in the relationship, then you need to step back and take a conscious look at you and your surroundings. I do not believe in compromising to be with someone, because if you do, you both end up losing something. Instead, I believe in accommodating one another so you both end up gaining what you want and learning new things about the other. For me though, I ended up accommodating more than I should have with the man I thought I loved while he sat and did nothing. I don’t regret it though, I appreciate the events that have occurred in my life and look at it as lessons learned. I was stressed about looking good, watched what I said as to not offend him, always put his emotions in front of mind, and sat back as he compared and contrast me to other people. I loved him. Then that love started turning into disdain. Then I started to take a conscious look at myself and surroundings and it hit me, I’m gorgeous, I’ve always beat to sound of my own drum, I’m educated, personable, and yet I was letting someone dictate how I was supposed be. That’s when I had my awakening, and had to let that relationship go. The wheels began to turn, I’m young and my life has yet to begin. I’m going to do what I used to before my past relationship, I’m going to dance on tables like no one’s watching again, I’m going to travel with or without a companion, I’m going to kiss that guy that I met next to the Potomac River just because it’s a Thursday, and I’m going to do what I want to because I am me, and I love me. Today, The District Chick is back. All my passionate encounters, laughs with sisters, personal trials, unbelievable excursions, and melodramatic vents will be documented. Sit back and enjoy the wild ride about to take place because I….am…..awake.