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Interview with Kimberly Elise! — March 23, 2019

Interview with Kimberly Elise!


Kimberly Elise is an award winning actress, entrepreneur, and a mother of two. She has portrayed some of the most powerful roles in films like Set it Off, Beloved, Woman Art Thou Loose, Diary of a Mad Black Woman, and more! She is the founder of Kimberly Elise Naturals®, a line of hair products for natural hair, made of natural, and organic ingredients. She inspires me, and countless others! Recently, she took time out to allow me the opportunity to interview her. Check it out!! 


 1. Where are you from?

I’m originally from Minnesota.


2. What made you want to become an actress, and Have you always had a passion for acting?

Since I was a girl, I wanted to be an actress, an incredible dream for a simple girl growing up in Minnesota. I slowly nurtured my talent through school plays in high school and later on stage at Illusion Theater. Soon, I found work and could make a modest living in commercials in the Minnesota circuit before moving to Los Angeles with my baby (now my grown daughter and business partner!) and former husband, who sadly has since passed away.

3. How did Kimberly Elise Naturals ® come about, and Can you tell us a little bit about it?

Kimberly Elise Naturals® was drawn from a few sources of inspiration. When I went natural in 2012, I found that most of the products I was trying did not conform to my ethics as a vegan, nor were they very good for my hair. They were filled with Silicones, Mineral Oil, Propylene Glycol, and Phthalates… These are not chemicals I want near my body.

Furthermore, my blog KimberlyElise.combrought in so many questions from women who were very similar to me, in the sense that they were experiencing many of the challenges that I was going through as I became acquainted with my own natural hair texture. I began studying cosmetic chemistry and experimenting with my own DIY recipes for my friends and family. Soon Kimberly Elise Naturals® was born!

Kimberly Elise Naturals® delivers clean beauty exclusively for you. Our formulations are made without Sulfates, Parabens, Silicones, Mineral Oil, Propylene Glycol, Paraffins, Phthalates, Petrolatum, and Drying Alcohols.2224D1AF-6BBC-4EB3-95F1-6C1CBD829BE8


4. What advice would you give to someone who’s thinking about going natural?

I suggest beginning the journey with our Kinky Coily Care Kit, which is a 4-step moisturizing system for women with coarse, kinky, coily hair. Your hair will be extremely hydrated and soft and will be less prone to breakage. You can also check out my eBook “Mane Principles” Next, find your favorite protective styles. Right now, I”m wearing long twists!

5. What’s your hair care regimen?

“I personally choose not to use my own hair for film and television productions. My hair requires weekly cleaning and deep conditioning, so I keep a promise to myself to give my hair the nurturing and attention it needs…When I’m in production on a project, I complete my Sunday hair routine by braiding my hair into a protective style that will fit under any wig or hairpiece I may have to use for work that week. This allows me to keep my hair nurtured and protected. My stylist at work can easily do her job without concern of damaging my hair.” -Excerpt From: Kimberly Elise. “Mane Principles: Your Guide To Kinky Coily Natural Hair Care.”

6. What advice would you give to someone wanting to become an actress/actor, and wanting to start a business or both?

Start by finding your authentic joy and love for the creation. Don’t put too much pressure on your dreams, just find joy in the experience of acting/creating. Start small: 10-minutes to an hour per day is perfect. Write, produce and edit short films to gain experience in front of and behind the camera. Meditate on the vision you wish to create, claim it as yours and deliver it to the universe. Keep your dreams private, don’t let people trample on them.

7. What keeps you so real, humble, grounded, and down to earth?

I’m from Minnesota, and honestly, we’re very humble grounded people because of the cold weather. Also, my family keeps me in check!

8. Any new projects coming up, that you’re working on, and can tell  us about?  

Thank you so much for your time! ❤️

Make sure you check it out!


The Land — March 21, 2019

The Land

A stunningly beautiful land filled with wonder. A land that sparks curiosity. A hidden gem filled with magical love traps that will hypnotize you into a trance. The land is filled with powerful aromas of sweet smelling strawberries and flowers blooming in the spring. The land is fruitful, fulfilling and exceeds beyond expectations. A land where you’re free to come as you are. You can come as your true authentic raw self, or you can come covered up in a facade of protection. The land is sacred and intriguing. Though it’s a forbidden land and it is only accessible by the chosen one. Those who were not chosen still try to force their way in. Yet it’s discreetly tucked away in a secured place and I fully understand why though. I understand why so many desire entry. The land is a mesmerizing playing field of rainbows and exploding stars. It houses fireworks of rare emotions and storms of satisfaction. A land where the water continuously runs heavy and droughts cease to exist. The land is amazing, YES! But the land is invite only.

Have you received an invitation?


Time to Eat — March 19, 2019

Time to Eat


I’m naked and ready. Ready for you to taste my steady drip of succulent sweet and savory juices. Ready for you to swallow me up whole. I’ve been craving the stroke of your tongue all day long. Have you been craving my taste? I want to feed you. Lay back and open up wide, as I take a seat on your tongue. Allowing it to enter deep into my slippery realm of seduction. Penetrate me with your tongue please. I wanna take my time with it. I’m gliding and riding on it nice and slow. I’m gliding all around it like how a seasoned skater glides around the skating rink. I’m riding it like how a surfer rides a wave. Let go and just let your tongue twirl in exploration inside me like a tourist on new and exciting grounds while I guide you.  Caress my clit to climax. Can I cum in your mouth?

 Are you hungry?

Transparency — March 7, 2019


Once upon a time…

It’s raining hard, seems like it’s been raining for hours. I can hear the thunder and the lightning is not too far from behind. Torn down beyond rock bottom. I’m underneath a barrel actually. It’s dark and cold. No one knows I’m here because I’ve been pretending well. All alone feeling helpless and weak. Lost the energy to lift my head, had every ounce of confidence sucked right out of me. Self esteem is scarce. There’s nothing left. I really have nothing left. I want to quit, for I have already seen and felt the worst. I’m tired and worn out. I feel bad. What’s the point of all this? Could things really get any worse? Could I feel anymore worse than this? I close my eyes, tears start rolling heavily down my face. The thunder and lightning dies down and now I can hear a calm rain. My inner voice starts speaking to me. But I don’t even recognize it because I haven’t heard it in years. It’s telling me not to quit. It’s telling me to keep going. It’s telling me that I haven’t fulfilled my purpose in this world yet. It’s telling me that I’m needed and that I’m more than enough. It’s telling me to get my ass up. It’s telling me that I’m loved. It’s trying to pull me out of this coma of depression. I opened my eyes and conjured up enough strength to get up. It was still dark and though I couldn’t see all the light just yet. I knew what I had to do. Little by little, I crawled out from that dark place and I saw the light. I learned how to love myself. I learned how to be kind to myself and to have more patience with myself. It was a hard road to travel on. Yet it was the road I needed to travel. I continued listening to my inner voice. Then, I started reading daily affirmations until they were embedded into my soul. I removed anyone and anything that was toxic to my wellbeing. I blocked out any and all negativity. Once I reached a place of self love and inner peace, everything else fell into place. I’m up now and I’m better than ever! I vowed to always empower others. To make others feel great about themselves. To motivate. To encourage others through my actions and by sharing my story because I know what it’s like to be torn all the way down. I never want to feel that again. No where near perfect and always a work in progress. Aren’t we all? 

Be Well!:)


Quickie — March 1, 2019


Now that you’ve conjured up my boisterous uncontrollable flow of waves, I invite you into my overly moist rapture of sensual suction. Slowly but surely closing the walls in on you, making sure that you’re gripped in tight and fully secured. Hold on tight and let me take you on a slippery roller coaster ride of pivotal emotions. Your soul becoming undone with every grind and with every thrust. I can feel every inch of your most sacred part, as I repeatedly grind in circles, on your most sacred part. Performing an exorcism of your soul trying to draw out every drop of your climax. 

BHM — February 27, 2019


We are built from the seeds that our ancestors planted. We stand on shoulders of GREATNESS. We come from their strength that knew no bounds with a solid focus, determination and a steadfast passion. We come from a lineage of survivors and fighters. WARRIORS! A lineage of innovators and inventors. A lineage that never gave up. We come from natural beauty. A natural beauty that has yet to be duplicated. The world fears us. They tried to keep us from learning how to read because they knew if we had picked up a book, gained knowledge of any kind, it would’ve birthed a powerful and articulate force to be reckoned with. They tried to keep us from voting because they knew that if we had voted, it would’ve awakened our sleeping voices and we would’ve ran with it. They kept us enslaved because they knew that we posed an imminent threat and imminent danger to their secret society. Every chain they tried to tie us down with, we broke. Every lash they bestowed upon our flesh, we took it with an excruciating grain of salt and we stood back up. It was our blood that was spilled into these grounds by them, that we get to walk so freely on. The grounds that continue to see our blood spilled. But this time, the blood is being spilled from within. We have fallen into the trap. A trap that was set long ago.



A Story Part 2 — February 25, 2019

A Story Part 2

Make sure you read A Story Part 1 

She looked into Rhaya’s eyes again as she stayed seated in the passengers side, her eyes bloodshot red. The woman mouthed “Get in Rhaya.” Rhaya looking through the window and yelled, “WHAT…NO WHO ARE YOU? GET OUT OF MY CAR!!!!” The woman mouthed again “GET IN NOW RHAYA, TURN THE KNOB. I HAVE UNLOCKED THE DOOR FOR YOU.” Rhaya was too scared to open that door and needed another way out. She started slowly backing up away from the door, her eyes got so wide welling up with tears and she started shaking. She picked up her phone and tried to dial out again, this time trying to call 911. But in the middle of dialing, her phone died. It was odd because her phone had been at 67% just a moment ago and she knew that she could always call emergency services, even if other calls or messages wouldn’t go through. At this point, Rhaya is freaking out. She ran up to the first floor and figured maybe that door would open. It was locked. So she ran up to the second and third floors. All doors were locked. “This is crazy and makes no sense! What is going on? Hello anybody? Please somebody help me I have to get out of here!!!!” And she sat down on the steps and started crying heavy tears. “Ok Ok Rhaya pull it together baby girl, you are ok. You are strong. Just breath and think”, she whispers to herself. She gets up, and goes back down to the ground level to see if the woman is still there in her car. She gets to the window, hesitates, and looks out. She sees her car, though it’s empty, and the woman is gone again. Rhaya makes her move, turns the doorknob so quick, and it opens. She breathes a sigh of relief, and before she could step foot out the door, the door slams shut on her, and she falls onto the floor, hitting her head, so hard that she was bleeding out. “Oh my GOD Ouch my head hurts so bad”, she cried out! She tried to get up, then suddenly a voice, a woman’s voice that sounded like it was coming from the top level in the stairwell, hollered out “RHAYA you can’t leave! You remember me don’t you?” Rhaya doesn’t really recognize the voice, and doesn’t reply back, she’s holding her bleeding head in pain, crying, trying to crawl back into a corner to hide, hoping whoever or whatever it was would just go away. Rhaya quietly pulls out her phone, and tries one last time to make contact with someone, anyone. But it’s still dead. The voice is getting closer, “Rhaya answer me now. You’re not getting out of here alive”. Noooooo I don’t know you. I’m bleedng I’m hurt real bad, and I need help. I need to get out of here, and it’s time for my insulin. Who are you? What do you want? I just want to go home”, she yelled. She could hear what sounded like two voices whispering, and they were getting closer. Then one said, “I wanted to go home too. You should’ve listened when my sister told you to get in the car earlier Rhaya. He’s coming for you. He’s been watching you. You remember what he did to me? You left me. Do you remember Rhaya?”. “What? What are you talking about?”, Rhaya asked. Then, there was a dead silence, so silent that you could hear a pen drop. Rhaya tried to stand which she did barely. She stood up for two minutes, then dropped to her knees, trying to crawl towards the door. She was shaking so bad, and was so scared. Then all the lights went out in the stairwell. It was really dark. Rhaya screamed a scream, from the bottom of her toes all the way up to the top of her head, “NOOOOOOOO HELLPPPPP ME PLEASSSEEEEEE!” Out of nowhere a woman’s voice resurfaced, “RHAYA listen to  me. Nobody  can hear you. Remember 7 years ago, during the summer when you’d eat lunch out in the courtyard, and I would be already deep into smoking my cigarette? We would chat for a bit. We talked about so much, and shared so much with each other. But one day in particular, I asked you for a ride home, and you told me you couldn’t due to having an obligation you had made previously. I told you that I didnt live far, and I felt like I was being watched. But you brushed it off, and told me not to worry. Though we worked in different offices, we both got off at 5 pm that evening. I saw you get off the elevator, laughing with your coworkers while I was waiting for a cab in the lobby, I asked you for a ride once more, and told you that I had felt uneasy about staying behind, and waiting. Once again you brushed it off, and told me that you would see me the next day. I thought we were friends. My cab never came. Do you remember when I went missing, then later found dead? I had been raped, and beaten to death? Larry did it, and Hugo helped. Yes Larry the maintenance manger for our building and Hugo your boss. Well…he’s been watching you. My sister tried to save you. See…my sister committed suicide 3 days after my body was found. She and I were very close.”  Rhaya replied in shock, “Ms. Lita!!! Nooooooo! That’s not true, and you’re dead!! You’re dead, and I’m dreaming. You’re dead! You’re dead!!”, Rhaya screamed. “No Rhaya you’re DEAD!!!”, Lita replied. 


Who am I? — February 20, 2019

Who am I?

1B42D2A9-D8E7-46BF-A1A0-D2A3D90EC972I am a waterfall of moisture that erupts. An ongoing wave that is rapidly flowing. I will drown you in amazement, and excitement. I will lure your soul, make it escape from you slowly as you lay there aroused in lust. I can turn off your night vision, and make your eyes vibrate backwards. I can make your legs…wait…and your toes quiver, clench, and curl. I can pull out your inner scream queen vanishing your voice completely without a trace. I’ve been known to invoke deep, and explosive emotions that come with a teardrop or two that would normally lay dormant in the pit of your soul. Beautiful emotions that you never even knew existed within you. I can make you numb to physical pain, pressure, stress, and the problems of the world. Can I free your mind, and your body? Let me ignite a satisfying fire in you that’s indescribable. I promise to make you feel great, and beyond elated in such a way that it’s unimaginable.

Imagine That!





A Story — February 9, 2019

A Story

Friday 6:00 pm in Waverly, VA

Finally, it was time for Rhaya to clock out for the night. She was the late person, and was the last one to leave the office. She happily rushed out the door so fast, trying to make it to the grocery store before it closed so she could pick up a few steaks for dinner. She planned a birthday dinner for one of her dearest girlfriends. Rhaya was rushing so fast, that she got all the way down to the parking garage, and realized she left her car keys, and her leftover lunch behind which she also uses to store her insulin. She hesitated but she knew she had to go back to the office. Hesitating because in the midst of her preparing to go back up four flights of stairs because she despises elevators, she noticed a very stunning, tall middle aged dark skinned woman with long, and luscious gray hair, green eyes, beautiful skin, dressed in a gray pants suit, standing beside a White Honda, that was parked two cars down from her car. She didn’t recongnize the woman at all, who was standing there staring directly into her eyes while smoking a cigarette. Now, she was used to people staring at her often, being an attractive young woman, and all. Rhaya is a 24 year old beautiful country woman, who stands 5ft 2 inches, 160 pounds with dark brown eyes, caramel glistening radiant skin, shoulder length sandy brown natural curly hair, with a bountiful shape. A super friendly, happy go lucky diabetic who doesn’t let her illness hinder her in any way. She’s a Medical Assistant by day, working for a busy well known GYN office, that happens to be THEE only GYN office in town, and a business student by night. With her popular friendly demeanor, she waved and said “Hi hun How are ya?” to the woman as she was walking back into the building. The woman never replied, and looked away, continuing to smoke her cigarette. Rhaya brushed it off, kept it moving, and entered the stairwell for the second time that day. Climbing step by step, out of breath with each step because she was already so tired from working all day. She reached the top at last, and went to turn the door handle but the door wouldn’t open. She tried several times but the door just would not open which was strange because the stairwell doors are never locked, and really can’t be locked. So she peeked through the door window, and couldn’t see anyone. But she heard what sounded to her, like two female voices whispering in the hallway. Though she couldn’t make out what they were saying. She decided to bang on the window, and yelled “Hey it’s Rhaya, and I work in Suite 403, Dr. Wooleys office. I left my car keys, and my lunch bag. I need to get into the office! Can you open this door please?” hoping that someone would hear her. No one came, and oddly enough, she could no longer hear the whispers. She just chalked it up to nothing, and her being deliriously tired, sat down on the top step, opened her purse, and pulled out her cellphone which was on 67%, started a group message, and told her girlfriends that she was delayed due to work. Then dialed her boss Hugo, to see if  he could help her but it went straight to voicemail. She sent him a text, Call me ASAP it’s Rhaya, I’m still at work, and I’m trying to get into the office. She began to dig deeper into her purse only to realize that she had left her phone charger on her desk. After looking at the time, she knew it was getting late. She thought to herself, “Shit, this is not happening. Ok ok don’t panic because I can just go back down to the ground floor into the parking garage, and cut around to the front of the building, and get in using the main entrance. Plus the security post is at the end of the parking garage, and I can even get Lou to ride me round there.” Rhaya closed her purse back up, and headed back down the stairs with a swiftness. She gets to the door, turns the handle, but that door wouldn’t open either. She tried so many times that her hand was sore. Starting to feel even more confused, and now alarmed, she sat on the bottom step thinking hard about what her next move was going to be. She pulled out her phone again to see if Hugo had replied which he didn’t. She attempted to call him again, this time there was no dial tone, and she couldn’t get the call to go through. She assumed it was because she was in the stairwell, service was being wacky. So she tried sending another text, but the message failed. She tried to send her girlfriends a text, and that message failed too. Rhaya’s parents, and her older twin sisters died in a boat accident when she was 2. So she doesn’t have family. There was nobody else to attempt to call or text. “OMG, Really?!!”, she yelled. Then, she remembered the woman she saw earlier in the parking garage. “Maybe she can help me out here.” She got up, and looked out the door window, and didn’t see the woman, or anybody anywhere near in sight. Guess what else she didn’t see? Cars. There were at least 6 cars in the parking garage earlier when she first realized she had left her things. Well…all those cars were gone except for hers. Rhaya’s lonesome car was still sitting there parked right where she left it. She shook her head in disbelief, and just didn’t understand what was happening. Why were those two doors locked all of a sudden? Then, the whispers started again, and it sounded like it was coming from outside the door again, like somebody was out there. She hopped up off the step, and looked out the window, AND SAW THE WOMAN AGAIN! The woman was alone, leaning on Rhaya’s car, and staring directly at her again. Before Banging on the door, Rhaya whispered to herself, “Where the hell did she just come from? Maybe she was on the other side finishing up her cigarettes.” Then she proceeded to bang on the door and yelled out, “Hey love! That’s my car!!!! Can ya please open this door up please?” The woman looked away again, opened Rhaya’s car door, on the passenger’s side, and sat right down in the seat.


To be continued..













The One — January 31, 2019

The One

1cc71291-89f3-4566-9c61-158e31919f7bI’m searching for the perfect size, ONE that’s just right for me. I want a nice, long, thick, and juicy ONE. Does size matter for you ladies? Mmmm..You could say that I’m sort of picky when it comes to this specific craving that I have. I desire a certain ONE. I need it to be just right for me. Once I find the ONE I’m looking for, we head over to my house. We enter my home, and the first thing I do is change into something more comfortable. I put on a white see through tank top. You can see my nipples through it, and I put on my black leggings that hugs my hips, and my ass soooo tight! You see my very thick, and shapely form crystal clear. Hello Kitty’s print is peeking through too! Now that I’m comfortable, I can give the ONE my full, and undivided attention. I’m so ready now, and my mouth is watering. I just can’t wait to taste it. We go into my room, I turn on the tv, and sit on the edge of the bed. I make sure the ONE is ready for me. I unzip him because I prefer it raw, and OMG!! He smells soooo good!!! I wrap my entire mouth around it allowing it to go in as far as my throat will allow, the juices are flowing, melting in my mouth, and it tastes so damn good! I have been looking forward to this all day long. I’ve really been craving this ALL DAY LONG!! With every taste it gets better, and better. I get more, AND more excited with every swallow because ONE tastes soooo good to me! I swallow it all, every single drop, and every single time. I’m addicted to the ONE, and it’s good for me. After I finished, I licked the remnants from around my mouth, and lips. The ONE left…


Bananas are my favorite! LOL!

Be well!