My soul is the keeper of my words. It tells me what to write, what to say. I can’t control what it concocts. I move when it tells me to. I move wherever it tells me to. When it compels me, I listen. The sound is deep. I am its vessel designed by intricate parts. Lined with complexities and substance. Are you receiving this? When my soul starts speaking to me, the noise outside begins to suffocate. The world outside no longer exists. The feeling is divine. My soul speaks a language that I understand more than my native tongue. It’s solid. It recognizes the good and the bad energies. I rely heavily on my soul to lead me and I am in tuned. If you want to get to know me, you must bring depth to the table and match my soul at eye level. Then, I will let you know if we approve or not.
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To all my Fellow Bloggers who participated in Blogmas, WELL DONE!!!! It is not easy coming up with 25 Blog Posts and to be clear I had only planned out some of these posts. For most of them, I was just winging it, and I did not stick to only holiday themed posts. It’s especially hard to meet such a challenge, if you have lots of other things on your plate of life. I almost quit a few days back LOL!! I attempted Blogmas last year and I failed. But this year I completed the challenge, and what an awesome challenge it was! I’m proud of myself and you should be proud of yourself!!! If you took the time out to read my Blog, THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! I hope you enjoyed my creativity, expressions and thoughts. My hope as with any of my Blog Posts, is that you leave here inspired, motivated, that your thoughts are provoked, and maybe you’re a little hot and bothered LOL! I thoroughly enjoyed this, and now I will be taking a break from this Blog!!
Now, it’s time for me to enjoy Christmas and spend time with my family!❤️
M E R R Y C H R I S T M A S!!!!!!!!!
B E W E L L!!!!!
Soul Mate
My eyes latched onto to yours, and I got a glimpse of your soul. Our souls connected and created one. The energy we share is electric. I can feel when your vibe is off and you can feel when my vibe is off. When our minds meet, the dialogue is eclectic. I get lost in your company when we’re together. The outside world doesn’t exist when I’m in your sensual midst. It’s just me and you. When we make love, my soul moans, and becomes detached for a moment. You make me climb into my feelings in unfamiliar places. I don’t recognize this kind of love. My soul yearns for you when we part ways. You’re the one. You’re my only one. My soul mate.
Have you met your Soul mate yet?
Merry Cookies Part 1
Every year, Merry Nicole cooks the best batch of chocolate chip cookies for the Annual Holiday office party. This year, I just knew it would be no different. Her cookies were quite popular. She could bake her butt off! Merry Nicole didn’t have much of a personality, she was odd, shy, and her wardrobe was hard to stomach. She was always fully covered head to toe. She wore dark colors, glasses, and flat shoes. Her hair was always in a messy bun. She was pretty though. She had naturally beautiful skin, and beautiful dark brown eyes. Her behavior was awkward at times. I mean…there’s always one or two at each workplace lol. But she more than made up for it with those cookies. So, I’m at the party and the place is getting packed. Not too packed because there’s not many of us at all. The party was always held at a small hall which was perfect for us. Merry Nicole is nowhere to be found which is strange because she always shows up extra early to set up her cookie spread. Two hours passed by, and she still hadn’t arrived. The party started at six. It was now eight, and still no sign of her. I asked around to see if anyone had called her. Daren from our Claims Department tried, but she didn’t answer. I decided to have a few glasses of white wine, and started dancing the night away with my other co workers. Things were getting wild! Sharon from our IT Department was on top of one of the tables, doing a mild striptease number lol. What else was new lol? Mike from our Call Center was having a dance off against Jay from Maintenance. Jay was killing it! The strobe lights were going. GOGO music was playing in the background from a stereo. It was a great time!! Everybody was free and enjoying one another. It was the one time we all could let loose. I was about five glasses in and in comes GUESS WHO? The music stopped playing, and I almost didn’t recognize her. It was Merry Nicole. She had on this little black fitted dress with black heels. Her hair was let down and filled with spiral curls. She had these perky c cups, a firm bottom, a very nice body. She was slim thick. I wanted to form words, but I couldn’t. We all were in a state of shock, and couldn’t believe our eyes. I’ve worked with this woman for eight years, and I never really saw her. That night we all saw her. Not only did she come in looking stunning, she was pulling a cart with 2 medium sized containers of cookies piled on! After we finished gawking at her, we all finally conjured up some words. We all greeted her, and told her how beautiful she looked, and how we couldn’t wait to indulge in her delicious cookies. She wasn’t a woman of many words. Needless to say, she didn’t say much. She pulled her cart up to the table, and began to place the cookies on the table, still in the containers of course. When she was finished, we all bum rushed the cookies. Daren, Jay, and Mike bogarted their way to the front which was rude! I expected nothing less from them! They all grabbed a handful each of cookies. Oh and did I mention these fools are the only men in our office, and they are all equally handsome? Yes indeed! So back to the party. Finally, it was my turn to get some cookies, and I couldn’t contain myself. Only there were no chocolate chip cookies left. She made the same cookies faithfully every single year, and they were all gone. However, there were what looked to be sugar cookies left. I asked her what happened to all the chocolate chip cookies, and she said the men took them all. The men AKA the fools aforementioned. I was annoyed mostly because I was a creature of habit. You know how it is when you have your mouth watered, and set for something? Yes that was me. Anyways, I decided to try the sugar cookies even though I preferred the other ones. In all honesty, they were so delicious. They were VERY delicious, actually. I ate about three…four…ok I ate six!! At this point, I was full and everyone was winding on down. Merry Nicole was across the room talking to Jay, Daren, and Mike. I was heading over to be nosey because she didn’t talk much, and I wanted to hear what she was saying. Then, all of a sudden hot flashes came over me, my stomach was turning, and I just didn’t feel well. I needed to go take a bathroom break. I ran down the hallway, and ran into the bathroom. Thank goodness the bathroom was empty. I rushed into the stall, and threw up, and I felt so much better. I collected myself, splashed water all over my face, washed my hands, and took a deep breath. I made my way back to the party. I turned the corner and I saw Jay on the floor. He was…
To be continued tomorrow…..
Black Kings
Dear Young Black Kings,
You should know that you are a threat to society. A strong threat because they fear your mind and its capabilities. If used properly and to it’s highest potential, it can surpass the likes of MLK, Malcolm X, Matthew Henson, Dr. Charles Drew, and other great Kings who came before you. Use your resources wisely, Young King. You should know that using your resources in conjunction with your mind equals an intelligent cocktail, that will prove to be explosive, and they know this. They know that once you discover your power, you can awaken the masses, and they will move to your beat. They will listen to you and rise up, and hang on to your words of wisdom. You will be unstoppable. Young King, the streets have not a care nor an ounce of love for you. You have a target on your back, so you must move different. You must move smart. I love you! We love you! Your daughters need you and your sons need you. Your Queens need you!
With Love,
L I N N E A
BLIZZARD
Night fell and I could hear the snow hitting my window. I could hear the wind whistling boldly. I peaked through the blinds and I could hardly see anything outside. I looked at the time, and it was just a little past eight in the evening. I knew for sure that I was in for the night, now that it was storming. I began undressing all the way down to my birthday suit. Before heading to my bathroom, I paused, and looked in the mirror. I’ve been working out lately and I loved what I saw. My abs were forming, my breasts were sitting perky, my ass was sitting nicely, and it was plump. My thighs were still thick, but more toned. I went into my bathroom, and turned the shower on. I fixed my water just right before I stepped inside. I like it hot, steamy actually. My water was ready and I hopped right in. Oh my goodness! The water felt so good falling against my melanin soaked skin. I let it marinate down my entire body, including my hair, and my face. My eyes automatically closed due to the severity of the relaxation that I was experiencing. I was calm and all was still. There is a small window in my bathroom, and I could still hear the blizzard coming down outside. So I after I finished allowing the water to just pour onto me, I started lathering up my cloth. I began to wash myself thoroughly. In the midst of me washing, I heard a loud noise, and the electricity went out. I’m still in the shower and the water is still running. It startled me for a second until…
Until I felt a wetness that consumed my entire body. Yes the water was STILL running, but this wetness felt a little different yet very familiar. I began to moan uncontrollably out of no where, my eyes were rolling backwards. I was literally standing in the shower in the pitch black darkness, feeling pleasure. But how? I couldn’t see anything, hear anything, or anyone. I couldn’t speak. I could only moan and feel. The feeling was getting stronger, and stronger to the point where I was about to fall backwards. It was odd because I had lost control of my body, and honestly it felt so good. My body fell backwards but I didn’t feel it. What I did feel was a wet tongue crawling up my stomach, landing on my left nipple, and massaging it sensually. Then it traveled on over to my right nipple, to repeat this action. Ultimately, it landed right inside my mouth, kissing me, and I have never been kissed so good before in my life. I thought I was dreaming. I couldn’t quite comprehend what was happening to me, and why. It sounds weird, I know. The kissing continued for about what felt like a very long time. Then, I felt a hand caressing my vagina simultaneously while kissing me. I STILL COULD NOT MOVE!! I could only feel, and I was excited beyond explanation. It stopped suddenly, but I wanted more.
More came just I like I had hoped it would. I felt a tongue again, this time stroking in, and out of my vagina. I have never felt pleasure this great before. Who or What the hell is this? Where am I? Am I dead? Am I still at home in my shower? These are the questions I was asking myself quietly. The licking continued aggressively and I could feel my climax erupting. I climaxed so hard and for sooo long! The lights came back on and I was frozen. I saw HER. It was a woman.
WHO WAS SHE?
Black Christmas
Every year I pick a different theme for Christmas decorating. I love switching it up and doing different things. Who says you have to have a green tree? Is this a Christmas rule or something? I was never good at following rules. In fact, I was known for going against the grain quite often. This year I decided to put up a Black Christmas tree with silver ornaments, silver garland, and clear lights. I told my mother that I was putting up a Black tree and I wish I could show you all twenty of her facial expressions. It was as if I had committed a heinous Christmas crime LOL!! When I was younger with a less seasoned mentality and a closed mind, I always equated the color Black to only darkness, death, goth, Halloween, and somber feelings. Fast forward to today, and now that I have a more seasoned mentality and a wide opened mind, I view the color Black very differently. Black is beautiful, sexy, powerful, and chic! By definition though…
Wow! That’s very interesting. Black is multifaceted. Personally, I love the color Black and I wear it daily, boldly, and proudly. We also added a African American decorative tree topper and various African American decorations all around our home. We celebrate Black over here in every way for it is a gorgeous sight to see. Changing the narrative in any way we can. Dare to be different! Maybe next year I’ll do purple, gold, red, or orange. I can already see my mother giving me the side eye lol. Black is beautiful.
Here is a small look at our Christmas Tree!!
