S.E.X. : 3's a Crowd?

As if Sex weren't Taboo enough, we had to go and throw a "monkey ranch" into the equation (pun intended).

I'm thinking that in order to maintain a successful and exciting relationship, Sex is something that should be carefully manipulated and executed.

Some people may argue that the relationship shouldn't be about sex, or even looks for that matter, but I would like to address that as a big fat LIE. I mean, obviously, sex shouldn't be the most important role of a relationship, but it does play a huge part. Think about it...

So, the question that comes along is: "How do you keep the Sex steamy and exciting?"

For some, it could be as boring simple as popping in some xXx DVD and letting the good times roll... (yawn). But for others, it can become adventurous, perplexing, almost animalistic, even. (jackpot!) Having sex on the patio balcony, a "quickie" in his/her office between lunch breaks, even going into separate rooms and video chatting with your significant other with some kinky four play. These things all help brighten up a dimming relationship.

But what about a 3-some? Obviously an ongoing fantasy for some and yet an absolute "no-no" for others.

I think it's every guys fantasy to have two hot women (or men, whatever you like) at the power of his fingertips, but what about the women? Could they find this both pleasurable and satisfying without hints of jealousy or regret?

Maybe that last question applies to both Male and Female.

Is 3 truly a crowd? Or just what the Doctor ordered to revive a dying relationship?

(Insert your thoughts here)

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Kissin' For Attention:

Despite wars raging across the world, I have decided to present to you something interesting. If you consider cheap publicity interesting.
Here's footage of Diddy -n- Gang (Dawn, Kaleena, & Cassie) leaving the QTip concert in Central Park.



...I'm not sure what to think. As much as I know that the reason for stopping was to promote his upcoming album Last Train To Paris, I can't help but feel like the whole thing was planned and rehearsed. Everything from Diddy and Kaleena's stiff choreography to Cassie's random appearance in the backseat.
She should've been singing the hook from her current single, Must Be Love, in between Diddy changing tracks. But instead of riding the publicity wave, she sat quietly, making sure not to make any eye contact with the "audience" ...smh. Nonetheless, I love these guys.. wishing them all the best.

*Watch Dawn around the 3:10 mark... LOL! That tick/robot makes me weak... so weak. Must be "high on life" ...(deep sigh) I love her!*

Check a few photos from the Qtip concert here.

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Kissable Kandy: Dawn Richards & Amber Rose

What do these two ladies have in common?
Well, for starters, they both are looking to take the entertainment Industry by storm. And they both have a thing for dark men (Dark is In! There's still hope!).

Though one relationship is based on pleasure (Kanye & Amber), The other is all business (Dawn & Diddy)... or at least that's what we're told. --Joke.

In a new interview with Honey Magazine, we see Dawn's style belt new highs.
I'm guessing she's found her "mojo" because there's a sexy new spark about her as of late. I can't help but think that her "boo" from that band has something to do with it. Kudos to her!
Also, it's nice to see her, finally, shed that Danity Kane skin. After all, She was my favorite of the bunch.

In the article, Dawn is asked a bunch of random questions about her current, and future, career in music. It was a good interview despite her obssesive use with words like "Owww," and "Hunni" after each sentence. I started to feel a little uneasy reading the damn thing. It's like she turned her sassiness up way too much and it began to feel... I dunno.., forced maybe?
Nonetheless, I'm wishing her the best.


New "It Girl," Amber Rose, has taken the lime light by storm as of late. Maybe it's because she's been romantically linked to, self-obsessed, Kanye West, maybe it's because of her sick style and sexiness, or maybe it's just because she's been romantically linked to Kanye West... Who knows! But regardless of why, she's doesn't seem to have intentions of leaving any time soon. i hear she just signed a contract with Ford Models. That's a good look.


Check out more Amber Rose at Diddy's 4th of July party via Necole Bitchie

Read the article on Dawn and view more pics via Honey Magazine

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Verbal Venom: Blogger vs. Rapper

We all say sh*t we don't mean sometimes. That's just The Way It Is (like Keyshia Cole, circa 2006) But at some point of our Adulthood maturity, we have to realize that words can flow like venom, and burn the hell out of someone's esteem. Now, whether or not that was the goal intended is up to You, --but --regardless of the fact, it's not a "good look" to walk around saying the first thing that comes to mind. --Tame your tongue.

Case & Point: Perez Hilton ("Queen" of Media) vs. will.i.am (Black Eyed Peas



(Cues in Bell and Announcer: "Let's get reeeadddyyy..." )

Everyone knows Perez Hilton as the big mouth, obnoxious, sh*t talking blogger he has grown (or shrunk.. have you seen him lately? 1-800-Jenny much?) to become. With that being said, it should come as know secret that he is not liked by many of Celebrity status.

Following so far? ...

Now, will.i.am, is known as 1/3 of pop-hop (pop&hip-hop, I guess) group the Black Eyed Peas. (Though he attempted to go solo-dolo, but that's another story for another blog)
He's also produced for many different artists, written songs and yada-yada-yada-boom-boom-pow...

What Happened? Long story Short

Perez was at an industry event.. will.iam was in attendance at the same event... Perez was talkin' sh*t... Perez get's beat down by a.) will.i.am b.) security c.) angry fans d.) Chris Brown

The Answer? Who knows.. Perez says it was will.i.am, then he later goes on to say that it was the Musician's security who applied the beatdown.
However, will.i.am stated that it was the fans who wanted a piece of that ass (pause) And that things got heated when fans overheard Perez and his big mouth. Someone threw a shoe, others threw bleach.. you know how it goes.

The Moral of the story goes as followed: "TAME YOUR TONGUE!"

(For more HILARIOUS commentary on the incident, click here)

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A Shot in the Dark:

So, over the past 4 years, I've found myself becoming more and more disgusted with the selection "Cupid" has to offer dedicated to the brotherhood of SMS (Single Man Society). However, as of lately, things have become a bit... hazy when dealing with my own insecurities inner thoughts as to why I'm single in the first place.

Over the past few days I've been giving my Relationship status some serious thought. (And by thought, I mean, whenever a commercial comes in to interrupt my midnight dose of Nick @ Nite's "The Nanny". Don't judge me...)
As much as I want to say that I enjoy the single life, I gotta admit, there are times where I'll roll over at night and realize that there's nothing there; only pillows barricading the empty space.
But shit, big boy's don't cry, and the only "milk" I've spilled was deliberately done (See. Tweet "Oops")

So, I have no choice but to take it for what it is. Right?
See, it's somewhat of a double-edged sword, only cutting you when you grab the wrong end. Like for instance, on a Saturday night, when you're out with your (insert plural gender here) having the time of your life. The music is reminding you how good you look and how great you feel ('cause you're dancing like you da shit and everyone's watchin'). The drinks have you so far gone, and the (insert gender here) on the opposite side of the bar looks better than anything you've ever tasted in your entire life. So, what do you do? Thank God that you're single and whatever you are about to do will have no moral backlash by the time you sober up (hopefully... smh). --Everyone's happy.
Now what about that following Thursday, when it's pouring down with rain while thunder beats harder than any speaker at (insert club/bar here). Your phone's not ringing, and not one person has bothered to comment on your recent Facebook status declaring your loneliness. You begin to scroll through your recent call log to decide on who to call/text. Maybe you'll text (insert name here)? Then you realize how out of sync their conversation is with your own. Ooh, or what about (insert name here)? Then you remember that they just don't "do it" for you. The problem? You want something fresh, new, and exciting. Someone who you can spend the night with, without coming up with some bogus excuse on why they have to leave early in the morning. (guilty) Someone you can see yourself staying with as long as your schedules allow... That's what you want.
But you'll never get that. Why? Because you're too busy waiting for the next one. The next song, the next drink, the next (insert gender here) standing at the opposite side or the bar. Deep down you're telling yourself that "this might be the one". (Also known as "Grass is Greener Complex")

This might be a shot in the dark, but maybe... just maybe, it's not the one because the last one was. You were just too caught up to realize it.

just a thought.

SMS
Spring '04 initiate.

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4 Play, Foul Play?

Bzz, Bz, Bzzzz.

"I'm outside," read the text He sent.

Wearing nothing but a slight smirk, I got out of bed and walked over to the wooden dresser in the corner of my room. I reached for the third drawer and opened it slowly. I wanted to take my time. Maybe he was as ready for me as I was for Him.
See, the more impatient He gets, the better the sex is. That may not make much sense to You but I've learned early on that, when it comes to sex, Men are like chained dogs in sight of a stray cat (pun intended). They'll bark, growl, and howl, all while pacing back and forth. But once you let them go... hmph! That poor kitty is beat! (Yesss!)
Now with the same respect, I'm sure He's in the car clearing his text messages, checking himself out in the mirror, and making sure that his hair is brushed and neat. But as every second turns, he's getting fidgety, his heart is beating faster, his mind is pacing back and forth, all while thinking "What the fuck is this bitch in there doing?!" ...haha.

Anyways, I grabbed a long tee shirt from the drawer and put it on. It stopped at my thighs. "Perfect," I thought to myself as I substituted the TV for a small lamp that sat on a nightstand near my bed.
I grabbed my phone and replied to his text. "Come to the door"
Sending Message... danced across the screen of my BlackBerry Curve. I ran to the closet and pulled out a white Jimmy Choo shoe box. Inside were a new pair of platform Stiletto's my mommy bought me for my Birthday.
No, I didn't pull out these heels to try and and "spruce up" this plain white tee shirt. That's triflin Hunti!
See, He has a thing for heels. They turn him on in the most enticing ways. This was a part of my plan. ---Bish, watch me work.

I fastened the three straps around each leg and, in my best Naomi walk, headed for the door.
Now, the difference between man and dog is simple. The dog immediately goes in for the kill. But a man, or at least a suave one, takes his time and acts as if everything's... "cool."
He'll try to maintain his composure and even lie about being "good" when you know damn well he's going crazy on the inside.
With a twist of my wrist, the door was opened. His green eyes penetrated my focus and I could feel my body begin to tingle.
"Hey boo."
He was wearing a white v-neck tee-shirt that hugged his muscular chest oh so passionately. Around his waist were a pair of straight leg, black, denim jeans. They fit perfectly. He had an ass that I couldn't wait to grab...

I lead him to my lair, Naomi Campbell style, and could almost feel his eyes exploring my body.
"I am soo sorry it took so long," I lied.
"Oh nah, you straight... It wasn't long at all," He lied.
"I was trying on these shoes my Mom sent me," I lied again. "You like 'em?"
"Yea.. they kinda sexy," He answered.
Once he sat down on the bed, I gave a sexy runway show.
My ass jiggled to his liking. How do I know? Because whenever He's into something he licks the corners of his top lip before biting the bottom.

"You look nice," I complemented. "And your shoes are cute!"
He was wearing a pair of black and gray, high top Dunks.
"Preciate it," he replied.
I went and sat next to him on top of my Turquoise comforter.
He smelled great! It was a light scent that was almost hypnotizing.
During a rant about how great his day was, I crossed my legs and began to remove my Jimmy Choo's.
"Wait," he whispered. "Don't take those off yet."
He placed his hand on my inner thigh and moved in for a kiss...
Bliss.
His kisses were soft and sweet. Slow with just enough tongue.
As I fell on my back, He climbed in between my legs. The shirt was now raised to my chest, revealing my womanly space. His hands walked up my thighs, underneath my shirt, now palming my breasts. Our kisses became more intense, more faster, more sloppy.
I heard his shoes drop to the floor as he unfastened his pants.
Enchanted by his kisses, I wrapped my arms across back, gripping his head. Once he removed his pants and boxers I locked him between my legs, but he quickly broke free.
With one hand, he ripped the shirt from his body. Kissing, between my breasts, my chest, my navel.. now my inner thigh... before long he was tasting me.

The way his tongue swivels around and around before vibrating my clit was tantalizing. I fulfilled his thirst, literally, as my runny waters floweth over. My toes curled and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. I couldn't stop this internal feeling. Whatever it was, it was coming out... I couldn't hold it... "Do I have to use the bathroom?!"
I tried to stop Him from feasting, but the more I pushed his head away, the harder he sucked, the stronger he licked, the quicker he swiveled.
I moaned.
Louder, and louder. Now heavier than the last. I was about to climax.

It was like a part of my soul had escaped and splattered all over His face. And he loved it.
But now its my turn...

I pushed him off of me and onto his back.
Bedroom eyes batted as I licked my lips. Kissing his neck... his chest... his navel...
I began to devour that dick.
Licking up the sides before sliding my tongue back down. He let out a slight moan. He was trying to keep his composure.
I smiled.
With one gulp, I shoved it into my mouth. Using my tongue like a buffer, I waxed that piece like a professional. His moans grew louder. He couldn't contain it.
"Shit!" He blurted. "Damn girl, slow down"
...I went faster.
I could feel his legs tighten and I knew it was about to happen. So, I sucked deeper and harder.

His body jolted as if he were struck by lightening and before I knew it, a part of his soul was on my tongue. I caught it.

That's when I knew... He was hooked.

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Hello readers, it's ya girl Ms. Luv & Lust!
Today's Steamy Kiss is about the openness, willingness, and acceptance of "Four play"
What's expected? What's 'Too Much'?
With me, anything can happen as long as I feel secure with the man I'm with.

Now don't get me wrong, this was no random stranger. It was my Ex. We were together for 3 years and only broken up for a few months.

My question to you is this, What is the difference between being a "slut/slore/whore" and just trying to please your man/woman how you'd want them to please you?

I think that with certain acts, one must obtain a certain level of maturity. It irks my every nerve when I hear a girl say.. "I aint suckin no dick!" or a guy say "I aint eatin no pussy!" Shit, why the hell not?? Hmph.., you know what I tell 'em, right?

That's right... "Neeeext!"


Well, until next time...

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Tribute to a Legend:

A True Legend. You will never be Forgotten. May your music live through us all, for many generations to come. We love you Michael J. Jackson.

Rest in Peaceful Melodies.
(1958-2009)

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