Honesty Box (Self-Analysis #5 of...)

*dramatic cunt sigh* I guess it’s time to get a little bit honest. I know, I know. I’m a Sagittarius. I’m always honest. But there are sometimes that even we Sags hold on to some stuff for fear of being entirely too brutally honest. If there’s one thing that I know that I’m good for being , it’s brutally honest. And that’s not always a good thing. Sometimes, brutal honesty...

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The Romance Seeker

Wanted: purple tinged hyacinths with a sole calla lily, accompanied by a walk along the water’s side/snuggling up by a fireplace/strolling along the beach at sunset (options for the seasons). Must appear interested in actual conversation without forgetting to subtly compliment said companion. Should close the evening by being escorted to one’s door and a kiss good night. Home...

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Arousal of the Mind

As Sex Therapy plays and I assess how much progress a year brings, I got to thinking about being aroused. Lemme tell you a story about a guy I know. This is a guy who managed to get me to do unmentionable things engage in unrefined discourse at 3 in the morning...you all know the kind...the kind of discourse that has you humming Trey Songz songs mid-afternoon at work....

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I Believe The Children Are Our Future...and it SCARES Me...

"I believe the children are our are future/Teach them well and let them lead the way/Show them all the beauty they possess inside"      - Whitney Houston, The Greatest Love of All Yes. I went there. I got good and cliché for a moment. Hear me out. I truly do believe our children are our future – because they are. When I was growing up, my parents taught me many skills – but the most important lesson that they taught me was that I was going to grow up and live a better life than they did. As Caribbean immigrants, we grew...

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Dying for Love

She held his gaze for as long as she could stand the intensity of it, then lowered her head and stared at the book cover. “Is the ending sad?”“Very”.Ella felt the heat of his gaze on the crown of her head. She felt the pressure of the walls, which seemed to be closing in, and the weight of air against her skin where it was exposed. Her throat became painfully tight.In a low...

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The Fear of 'Driving'

There was a time when a person’s dream job consisted of finding that dream already established and working in the field of said established dream. As of late, it is easily noticeable that many people, tired of working traditional nine to fives, have been stepping out on faith – carving their own niches in the world - and creating businesses – and dreams – of their own. There...

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Sexy Intimacy Love Lust Bullsh...

Your skin possesses a thin sheen, a glisten only accomplished from one of two acts of exertion. This time, it’s not the gym – Lord knows, you can’t remember when last you stepped inside of that place. A touch turns into a caress. Caress turns into that grip on your hip – the one right before your back arches – and you lose all control. Later on, you all lie against damp sheets...

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