Sometimes I feel like I’m a fool for believing that true love still exists and others I’m grateful for warmth provided by its sunshine. Today, I’m in between. In a matter of seconds what I think is pure, real, and genuine; feels like a product of my imagination combined with all that I want to be right with the world. I feel real love shouldn’t be forced or come laced with conditions. Real love should eradicate any doubt or feeling that leaves you wondering if it’s really meant to be. Not just on the good days either. But everyday. When you see the prettier or more muscular being, you shouldn’t have to reconsider if you’re missing out. The thought shouldn’t even cross your mind. I feel when you really love someone, on their worst days, they are still the best choice that you could have ever made. To surrender your heart to them with no hesitation will be a decision made with no regret.
Some people say that you should make your partner feel as if there is no one that can take their place. But I think its more than that. They should feel that no one else can and that you wouldn’t want someone else to be able to. They should never feel inadequate. They should not be forced to put their best foot forward everyday from fear of losing the one they love; but should strive to be the best because it mirrors how you make them feel. The worst feeling is realizing how someone truly feels is masked by what they believe should be displayed. Honesty goes deeper than what you say and do, it needs to express what you truly feel. With that being said…does true love still exist?
Last week was one of the most exciting days of my life. I went for my 20 week prenatal appointment at which I had my anatomy ultrasound. We had decided that we would wait on viewing the gender right then and would find out with a gender reveal that our friends were throwing for us. The appointment was at 10 that morning and the balloon pop wasn’t scheduled until 6:00 that evening. I must say that this was the longest 8 hours I had ever experienced. The ultrasound was amazing and the nurse said that our little cub was progressing right along with no complications. My due date was even pushed up two whole weeks. (YAY!) A day or two before the ultrasound was the first time I felt the baby move and during the ultrasound the flipping wouldn’t stop. Our cub greeted us with a hand wave at the beginning before curling up in the fetal position as soon as the nurse starting assessing it’s gender.
All day I was excited/anxious/nervous about what we would find out. We said we didn’t care what we were having but I was still nervous about whether or not Big Daddy would be satisfied. When the moment came, we posed for a few pictures then waited for the countdown…one…two…three…the black balloon soon became a cloud of Blue (with hints of Gold) confetti! With screams, smiles, and a quirky dance…we were notified of our baby boy. The soon to be new addition to our Pride.
(Note: Big Daddy and I’s birthdays are August 3rd and 4th, respectively. Our baby cub is scheduled to be here August 12th. A house full of Lions and we can’t wait)
Without the rain, you can’t appreciate the rays of the sunshine. So thanks to her timing, we’ll call her Sunshine. 🌞
Plans had been set for the weekend. And by plans I don’t mean your traditional dinner and a movie. Even though there would be tons of eating involved. 😏 But that fell through and in came the clouds. Darkening up my sex life.
Next thing I know. Phone buzzes. New Text Message. This one girl had been slowly creeping into Big Daddy’s DMs (cues Gucci) ans becoming fascinated with his music,art and everything else he’d been doing. So…I had invited her to “celebrate” with us, with the way my hormones had prepared for the weekend, I had to.
Sake. Moonshine. 4 grams of Girl scout cookies. Plum wine. Netflix. The necessary ingredients for breaking the ice. It was the massage train that sent us swimming. She was more animated than anticipated, moaning with every thrust, demanding more of me, less of him, more of him with me over there. Let’s just say for it to be a little after midnight, the sunshine rays def provide enough light to see through to the morning.
How are you guys doing? No, really, how are you? Take the time to ask yourself and if the answer is anything other than you what you want it to be, do something about it. 🙂 ❤
Now, as one of my sugar kubes, you are a integral part of what keeps Karahmel Tea going. SO, when it comes to big moves, it’s only right I tell you first. Right? Cool.
Big Daddy asked me to marry him. Like for-real, for-real. He asked a little while ago, now don’t hold it against me for keeping this cup of tea and enjoying it myself. But now that I understand the nourishment that it’s providing for my soul, it’s selfish of me not to share.
Hello Sugar Kubes,
Long time, no TEA. 🙂
Yes, it has been a while since we’ve had a fresh pot. But the ingredients just haven’t been there. Before we continue the series I would like to inform you of a new change. We are changing the name to #LookingForLola. Why?
Originally, the series of posts were to tell the journey that I embark on while trying to understand if my new interest in females was authentic or if it was a result of boredom.
I’ve decided. It’s real. lol. So all future posts will be directed towards that. Finding a SisterWife. Or at least exploring the options to see what I want in one. I call her Lola.
Why? Because I want her to parallel Lola Bunny. Now, you’re expecting me to describe what that entails. Read the series to find out.
You’d be surprised what watching-your-man-fuck-another-girl could do for your sex life! Now I bet 3/4 of my readers are like, “Oh,Nah. This bitch crazy! She’s asking for trouble.”. Now that I may be true,at times. and that’s exactly what I did…invited in some trouble. But trust, I have experiments that confirm my theory. I’ve always had this wish to sit back and watch Big Daddy fuck another girl. Why?! For sexual pleasure of course. I realized how much I liked it when we had a threesome together. :). OAN, I can tell when he needs some new pussy in his life. So I called up this girl who I knew for a fact wanted BDD. Actions and conversations started to make me think she was all talk. A lot of girls aren’t about the life they claim they are. Eventually, she pulled up tho.
Netflix & chill session takes place. Ls get rolled and burned. I swear I was the highest I’ve ever been. Well not ever, but I was high as shit. High leads to horny which leads to hands going where your mouth shouldn’t. Then your mouth ends up there anyway.
Lights. Camera. Action.
I sit back and enjoy my live erotic film. He thrusts. She moans. Fighting screams. I’m so turned on. It continues from the night to the early hours of the morning. After watching him, I’m left craving him more than ever.
Ready to give him every ounce of my inside, however he may like it.
My luck with finding a SisterWife has been equivalent to infinity times zero. That’s right.Zero, nothing, doesn’t exist. A woman worth pleasure, joy and a good time without providing the hassle, headache or constant reminder that females are some unstable creatures, nope she’s not out there. So maybe I need another distraction. I’ve recently made a sorority paddle for one of my coworkers. My creative interest in the task was about 40/60. But it did spark conversation with my Pops about a graphic vinyl cutter. He’s looking to do car and motorcycle graphics but I could do shirts, modpodge some paddles, and who knows what else. I have to research what we need first though; cause this man will buy the first printer that looks good on Ebay.
I have this coworker right?! I think she’s cute and she knows it. After the playful flirting and numerous gym appointments. I’m ready for this to go somewhere. As I sit on my couch I daydream about what she would do if I kissed her. Walked into her empty classroom and caress her lips. Can she handle it?
I knock on the door. She opens.
“What you want?”
“You.” Continue reading
“She’s your girlfriend not mine”
This was the line I used to excuse myself from all the relationship drama that might unfold from the naughty acts I was involved in. After always having or wanting a boyfriend, there came a time where I was ready for some fun. The “no strings attached” type of fun. And that’s when I met him.
After a few flirtatious tweets and our always hilarious interactions I was elated when I received the invite out for drinks. Drinks led to laughs. Laughs led to stories. Stories just brightened my smile. He then tells me that he has a girlfriend (like I didn’t already know), but he wants me to be his “boo” .
Once he finished telling me what these duties would consistent of, I finished my Jack and Coke and happily responded “Yes, Big Daddy.”
To be continued…
Win.Lose.Tie. You’re supposed to be my ride or die. As I continue to develop into the superwoman that I am, I always arrive at the point where I am wishing I had a best friend. I’ve never really had one up til this point and even though it might have bothered me before I found distractions and ways to cope. Now that I’m of age, I’m more so trying to decipher between wanting a special friend and just needing a new hobby. Continue reading