Her 90 Day Rule Before I Can Smash?
As I approach my 4th year of celibacy my birthday and yet another holiday pass, the emptiness and the loneliness begin to set in and grow. So, I dream of a White Christmas minus the snow.
You are my Alaye (A-lay-he), God has blessed me…
I trust you with my life… You are my bestie, my best friend and my buddy. You hold my royalties inside your court. You protect my jewels but please take note.
Your loyalty and support is most important. So when you unlock & unfold my blessing this offering right here desperately is in need for you to concentrate. Grab hold and place me inside thy port. For, I need to rest.
Oh Bella, oh, oh, (Jesus) sweet Bella. You make me feel so so special. Your voodoo works like magic. Please don’t stop, don’t stop. Just… Keep it right der… Your tongue, right derr, keep it right derr. (ssss) Oh God, your wetness is foreva.
With no hands you slowly walk me to the peak of the mountain. The beautiful waterfalls below, the plane flies over head, wheels project, the runway in sight, touchdown and splash.
Daddy’s home, your fountain of youth, now discovered. Your face now covered, glistering and smothered chops between your legs, you moan as I beg. Lick-it-dee split, this girl is show nuff smooth with her shyt.
Her 90 Day Rule Before I Can Smash?
I’ve chosen celibacy over intimacy and decided that I’d wait for the day that I meet my best friend. I recall, before I was married and had first met my wife, she had told me about her relationship with an old college heart throb for whom she was with for 10 years. She express to me that he was never faithful during the time she was with him. I asked her, “Why did you stay with him?” She replied, “He brought home all the money.” I replied, “but you ended up losing your man to another woman.” She said, “That was fine the other woman didn’t get any of his money, I did”.
I heard the message loud and clear and married her despite the facts thinking maybe she learned a available lesson. I thought to myself, I didn’t have any money and she could careless about love. What does that say about us? We were married for 11 years and separated for six years of the 11. The marriage was over after two years after our son was born. She didn’t want me. She was at the age where she wanted a child. She was in love with the idea of being married and it didn’t help that everybody in her family was already married, with children.
The atmospher and setting was crystal clear. Everything afterwards became the great excuse and the reason to close the candy shop. Despite her having a masters degree, which is a great accomplishment, it was discovered she wasn’t built for the long haul; something a school combine with a degree can not teach nor instill. She was weak, a runner by nature, quick to throw her hands up and chiefly a money driven parasite; the number one issue that destroys most relationships. Having money in a poor relationship only prolongs the inevitable end. Hence, we lived beyond our means and I was unable to maintain the lifestyle she was accustom to living. Therefore, sadly I was shown the door along with my walking papers.
Her 90 Day Rule Before I Can Smash?
Money means everything to some people and there’s no compromise. Today, I find myself shrinking while in the presence of some women. I’m not threaten by any woman’s indepenance nor do I have a problem with a woman making more money. In fact, I support the rise, the liberation of women, the Oliva Pope’s of the world. She’s just not looking for me. She’s looking for something more shinier.
So I’ll wait and take the woman that can “see” me and not just look at me. See me for all that I am; the beautiful me and all that I have to offer. However, according to my now ex-wife, I’m not worth fighting for. That’s why I say I’ll take the ugly chick because if being with a woman that society considers to be “fine” then I’ll wait for the opposite. She will eventually reveal herself to me. I don’t need fine in my life. Fine comes with a particular aroma I nolonger care for. Fine comes with fine issues and fine comes with a fine price tag I can’t afford. I’d rather see them in magazines, flicks and on posters. Just give me a women that will love me unconditionally and many women don’t know what unconditional means let alone know how to spell it.
Fine women, divas know nothing about loving anyone unconditionally, they have conditions for their time, attention and affection. I give all women who fit this model my ass to kiss and pray that it leaves a taste in their mouths that will last a lifetime. Relationships are a beautiful experience, the union is like no other, even the ups and downs, the highs and the lows; to weather the storm is key and rewarding. Having what it takes to stand the test of time is an entire different inner ability. Anyone can throw their hands up and walk out the door but to stand the rain, to bend without breaking requires a particular character. Relationships, this is a very important subject and I want to come back to this because a lot of care, understanding and love is required.
Her 90 Day Rule Before I Can Smash?
Not many people take the time to get to know me. I’m not sure why maybe its because I tend to not share my deepest feelings, my fears, my passion and especially my love for others. I don’t trust easily so we can’t talk about trust. We can talk about hope. Hope will make and leave you dreaming and waking up in a cold sweat with your sheets all wet and shyt. I know all about Hope. Hope is the girl that lives down the block from my cousin who beams up on Tuesdays or is it Thursdays? Humm… Anyway, so I know about her but she only comes around when she needs something, like some money or some dyck. What about cuddling and having a conversation? Hello, what about a movie or something? SMH, I tell ya. I think Hope was a man in her past life.
We can have a discussion about Faith. Now Faith is this fine chick that keeps giving me the eye but won’t speak. Each and every time I try to holla at her the first thing she wanta know if I got a car. She knows child support got a nicca tapped. She the one that told me that they suspend your license when you owe child support. Fine do know how to drink up your Patron and smoke up your loud and bounce as soon as a Brutha runs out of bud. I hate when that happens. One night Faith let me slob down her double D’s and she came twice. Man I never made a woman cum from licking and slob down some tit’s. Then she never came back so I felt some kind a way.
Oh, and then there’s Destiny. I like Destiny but she’s into girls and that’s my number one fear; losing my woman to another woman. Sometimes I wonder if it’s me. Am I eating the pucci incorrectly? Should I not lick it sideways? I mean I don’t come up until she pulls me up and I like pleasing her cause she keeps herself squeaky clean. In fact, she has the cleanest pucci ever. She has another drawback, she will not let me suck on her breast. She says that they are sensitive but I bet she lets that other woman slob dem down. I guess she’s funny that way but she don’t have a problem when I stick my tongue up and down her ass. Some dudes think that’s a sign for a jump off but for me it’s a sign for what’s not going to come.
It’s less stress to just grease up and beat my dyck, roll over and fall the phuck asleep. This way you don’t hurt nobody’s feeling except my own especially when I get a little out of hand with beating my meat and shyt. Things can get a little rough at night. Wait, I am I still celibate if I self medicate?
Some women who don’t know me or should I say those who choose not to embrace me and tap into my inner spirit for a clear understanding only forces me to push and pull away. I love hard and passionately. I pour myself into a women. I’m not afraid to openly express my love for her, the one I like and attracted to, the woman I wish to be in my life. Throughout the years I’ve discovered that I’ve been misunderstood and decided to become celibate to figure out if it is me who has the problem. I know I’m a complex person but in many ways I feel I’m also a simple creature as well.
Her 90 Day Rule Before I Can Smash?
Can I ask, when can I smash? Oh, so you’re one of those and I gotta wait? After a few couple hundered dollars spent and few more dates? Talk to me love. Wuzup wit dis rule of a 90 day wait? How Is that? Is this how you get down? I’m tryin to relate,
I can’t believe this shyt. Do you really calculate? I think I’ll just go home and phuckin masturbate (again).
So what’s da problem? Why I gotta wait? I’m sure you gave it away before especially on the first date. Look, I’m feeling you and it’s obvious you’er feeling me, because you here, right? Are you feelin some type of way by givin it up so quickly you thinking I’m not gonna stay? That’s the chance we both have to take, Ma.
But I’m sayin though, it ready shouldn’t matter love if I’m feeling you on the first date. I’m not going to look at you differently or in a certain way. Talk to me. How long do I have to wear a condom? I’m just tryin to live. You didn’t think I’d smell it or scoped it. You, Olivia Pope’in it, on some ole Scandle bullshyt, minus the fly jackets, wardrobe, long overcoat andbriefcase. The grass is not greener, it just looks that way. He married and you’re playing yourself. He has a image to uphold. You are something he gets to fold every now and again. You’re chasing something you can’t have. I mean, do you even hear anything I’m tryin to say?
Monkey seein it, is dat how monkey do it? Minus the fly gear and shyt, da tuff Burberry jackets and red bottom shoes. I see you clearly, living someone else’s dreams. Baby powder Blue virgin, girl I see you slidin through. You so quick to dip right before then and after I flipped those chips.
Yeah, I see how you do. You thinking I don’t have a clue? Your the reason why I left the Church. 501(c)3 got you living on your knees. You want something for nothing. When are you going to cum clean?
Hold up, let me switch up maybe you’ll like this better. ( (Clears his throat) Excuse me. DSD show 017, Relationships and the 90 day rule before having sex. Take 1)
“Brought to you by, Who Da Phuck Cares? Do you take the blue pill during the day? Do you take the red pill during the night? The rabbit hole has many levels, many levels, many levels. With more holes and more levels. It’s all in your mind. Wake-up cup cake. Wake-up, wake-up, wake-up”.
Now, back to our regular lollipop dumb down programming station. (Shhhhhhhhhh) yeah baby gurl, but I’m sayin though. So let me get this right…. You have this 90 day rule before I can smash? 90 days I have to wait? Okay I can flow with that but it’s cool for me to take you out on a few, that’s cool because I have a rule of my own which is 120 days before I give you a taste (The Mirror Effect). I’m just picky like that Ma so I don’t mine. Can we still date?
Can I ask, when can I smash?
Oh, so you’re one of those and I gotta wait?
After a few drinks and couple hundred dollars spent and just a few more dates?
Talk to me love. Wuzup wit dis rule of a 90 day wait?
Is that how you get down?
I’m just tryin to relate,
I can’t believe this shyt do you really calculate? I think I’ll just
Go home, grab the pillow, turn off the phone and masturbate.
So what’s da problem? Why I gotta wait? I’m sure you gave away before especially on the first date. Look, I’m feeling you and it’s obvious you feeling me, because you here, right? Are you feelin some type of way by givin it up so quickly you thinking I’m not gonna stay? That’s the chance Ma, we both have to take. After all we’re adults, right?
it ready shouldn’t matter love if I’m feeling you on the first date. I’m not going to look at you a certain way. Well, how long do I have to wear a condom? I’m just tryin to relate. You didn’t think I’d smell it or scoped it.
You, Olivia Pope’in it? On some ole Scandle shyt? The grass is not greener, it just looks that way, babe. What can I say? I mean do you hear anything that I’m tryin to say?
Monkey seein it, is dat how monkey do it? Minus the fly gear and shyt , da tuff Burberry jackets and red bottom shoes. I see you clearly, living some else’s dreams. Baby powder Blue virgin, girl I see you slidin. You so quick to dip right after I flipped those chips.
Yeah, I see how you do. You thinking I don’t have a clue? Your the reason why I left the Church. 501(c)3 got you on your knees. You want something for nothing.
Now, back to our regular lollipop dumb down programming station. (Shhhhhhhhhh) yeah Ma, but I’m just sayin doe.
There’s no doubt that in 2014 our relationship is strained. Over the years we as men have failed to protect you from the Zoo Keeper. In many ways we yourselves carry out the monterous acts previously done by our colonial masters.
What’s the difference between being in a relationship and just having relations with a person? From people who are “Gold Diggers to people who are “Soul Diggers” welcome to your final hour.
I want to take this is moment to heal and say I apologize for not protecting you from the Zoo Keeper. The hurt that I’ve caused you. Nobody remembered your suffering nor did anyone think to turn to you and say that we were sorry. Nobody spoke on the infected children that you gave birth to. I also want to apologize to the Native Indian for the blankets with Smallpox. Killing entire cultures.
The Zoo Keeper: Creates an environment; a skinners box for his subjects. The subjects pick food out each other’s rectum and eat it as if it’s normal. The animals who live inside the cage haven’t any knowledge of what it is to be free. I’m merely speaking on it and in no way am I trying to gas you up.
Since nobody else took the time I will say it. Ladies, I want to apologize for infecting you with Syphilis during the Tuskegee experiment by the hands of the Zoo Keeper. The Smallpox that was placed in your blankets wiped out entire cultures and I stood there and did nothing and I wonder why we can’t get along. I apologize for spreading the smallpox vaccine now known to us as AIDS in Africa at the hands of the World Health Organization where more than 2 million of us have lost their lives. Again, I’ve done nothing and stood on the sidelines of death and despair and watched you suffer. Yet, you still opened the door when we knocked. You manage to pull yourself up out from your bed and feed us, wash our clothes and maintain the roof over our heads. The amazing and the incredible you. I’m nothing without you.
To be continued…
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