Strange Things are Happening

This morning while sipping my tea and praying that my faith would be strong enough to make today a Friday, I heard on my most favouritest station in the world these days "Love 101 FM" that persons were killing Albinos in some country beginning with a B and selling the body parts to people in Tanzania for purposes of witchcraft...."a wah dis Faada" People are so confused these days. I realised then that there were greater things in this world for me to pray about so I whispered a small one for love to be returned to the hearts of men.

On another note, the Player tempted me yesterday and I resisted...why?? Cause he's a married man and I am so not doing that anymore. If I were though I would fly to the ATL and get me some good freaky dick. Also, there's something about him that makes me feel less of a woman and that's unaceptable....we had a talk about that and he chastised me for reading too much into his actions, but my gut rarely lies so I'll stick with my instincts for now. Besides, I'm so hard up, I need a nice slow build up to my climax and I doubt very much he would've had the time to deliver.

I have to say though, its been awhile since I've locked my legs around the back of a man and felt his thrusting deep within the pit of my womb, or watched with interest his face as I dance atop his rock hard dick...so no doubt, homegirl had some interesting dreams last night....but I'll get over it.

Rejection for the Greater Calling

If he were more receptive today...on this bleak and beautiful day....I would jump at the opportunity to lay in his arms and listen to the drops of rain on the concrete....nothing more, just to rest with him would have been my goal.

If I were strong enough to see his shirtless torso now much, much bigger than before, expansive, chest inviting (Creatine works), his locks of hair trailing down his neck, sexy...sweet really...If I were strong enough, I could convince him that I would stop me from destroying my faith and wouldn't have to rely on him to be my rock...

Withou the threatening rain maybe I wouldn't be catching that familiar feeling.....but it is and I am and he doesn't trust me to be good....PITY

Exorcising Demons

Last weekend was spent fighting temptation....I won with a little help from prayer and my TotalGym 1500....Oh how I wish I had the TotalGym XLS or even the TotalGym 3000, but at a whopping US$1500 and US$849 its not gonna happen, at least not in this Recession. For now I just draem about owning the XLS and continue to salivate at the features.

When the burning yearning got to much I latched on to my Bible and read Psalms, Kings, Solomon and Acts but they weren't enough ...I thought. Eventually on Tuesday, i settled for a hug and a kiss from a bredren who is committed to helping me through this bold decision I've made...Damnit. He refused me yesterday, while the rain fell and my body ached, he refused me....am I losing my touch, Already???

Sinfully Good

Walking the straight an narrow with the Lord is not so easy when he has pecs like pillow tops, arms that you can imagine tightly wrapped around your waist, pretty pink lips, abs like ridges, a taunt sweet waist that you picture in action grinding you in place, fingers of fury, touching each erogenous zone making you whimper and scream and moan...

Yes the righteous trod is threatened by him, the memory of him is enough to cause sin, yet I must push to the back of my mind his feel, his strong sturdy thighs, his jeans at low rise, his hips, the tsate of his d--k...its definitely not an easy road.