Random Cuties!

So, I'm going to bed early tonight because I have to get up hella early for this thing we're doing at church (Imagine that! I'm actually a huuuugggeee church boy)... Stopped by o boy's apartment, you know who I blogged about a few posts ago about how he's DL and really shady with it. But I like him and he has feelings for me and we want to date, blah blah blah. Yeah, him... I'm chilling over his appt right now (Thanks for the wifi bay!). Baking some Stuffed Green Peppers w my special red sauce; stopped by the Wine Loft and picked up a bottle of dinner wine. He had to take it hood and make some Kool-Aid though! smh! that's why I'm reallllyy loving him right now, he takes the Huxtables attitude right outta me...

So, after we smash this magnificent dinner, I'm trying to get me some...

If ya'll could see this negroe right now! Spongebob boxers, house shoes, and a killer smile. I guess the best things in life really are free...

but the crazy thing is, I don't want to jinx this. Every time I start falling for a guy, something happens. He changes, or I change, or he moves away, or cheating, the works. I'm the first guy he's every had anything other than sex with; he's really feeling me and I feel the same way. I always do this thing where the "what if" machine in my brain starts working...

Sidenote...We're gonna try him on bottom tonight! ;)

Enjoy the pics yall!!

What's your fantasy?

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iHave Jungle Fever...

Okay, I know this blog is dedicated to the beauty in black booty and blah blah blah, but let me tell you what happened today in class... I'm sitting there, minding my own business, taking notes, fantasizing about my fine ass professor, chatting it up on AIM; the usual. When to my surprise, this tall 6'2" (I asked his height) blonde hair, green eyed white boy sits across from me to work in the group. (mind you, I was in hella AIM mode, I had NO idea we were switching into groups, lol).

Everyone in the group introduces themselves, and he was the last person to go before me. And when he began introducing himself, I was stuck in a gaze. Like, it took me by surprise; I'm staring at this guy and I say to myself "that's one fiiiiiinnneee white boy". So now I'm trying not to grow a woody, because my dick is damn obvious when it's hard; AND I was wearing sweatpants so I had to get it together! My nasty self; of course I start this fantasy about dude and from there, I had to think about dead kittens or something to get my woody down... 

So the introductions eventually get around to me but I'm hypnotized at this point. The girl next to me goes "uh... you're next!" O no! Not only was I staring, but I was CAUGHT staring! smh! And he was blushing and turning all red... after class I asked how tall he was and told him he made me feel like a munchkin; we had some light conversation... 

Believe it or not, I've never been with a guy outside of my race. Well, I had a Puerto Rican bottom before, but... (does that really count?)

Here's to all my white niggaz in the struggle! (lol, I'm going crazy...)

Damn, Daddy!

It's something about a mature black man that just gets me jumping... They don't just "fuck", they know how to make love. They don't just bang you out like the younger cats do; black daddies know how to stroke, long, deep, hard. They like to take their time; sexually unselfish. They understand that sex is an equally beneficial arraignment so they take pleasure in pleasing. Foreplay, check. Tongue play, check. Ass, chest, body worship-- check. Rim, Rim, and more Rim. Baby Oil on the nightstand, a blunt or two, love songs in the background...

Sorry ya'll, it's been a good week since I've been without sex, so I'm going through withdrawal. Is it bad that the only reason I like visiting this one girls house (she thinks I like her) is because her dad is such eye candy, my pupils have cavities.

(Note: this does not apply to all black men, some of them are just a hard dick and nothing else. Hell, I could use a toy if that's all I wanted)

Don't Be A Dick!

So me and the this dude I call when I want a good stiff one.. we're starting to catch feelings for eachother or whatever, you know how it goes... He's DL, and I'm kinda sorta out (I never did finish my Slice posts, did I?) anyway, we've been having those kinda talks where "We" and "Us" are primary words in the convo, and I have to admit, it feels nice. I've been single for a while, and I'm not really trying to date right now, but I admit that I can see us together. (There's that US again!) the only thing is... he's the DL type that wants absolutely NO kind of public time together. Damn, we can't hit up a movie or anything??? No Mickey D's? Not even drive-through? He's like a DL Nazi... but his dick...damn it, his dick... So, this post is in homage to everything that is the black phallus...

(forgive the typos, I'm kinda not sober right now... Friday night on Campus has much to do with this...)

New Semester Begins Tomorrow...

Class begins tomorrow; if you read the last post, you know I have a super hot instructor for one of my courses. Hoping that works out in both of our favors... To my college followers: are you looking forward to the Semester? I always hope for two things in a new class: eye candy and a cool teacher. Can't go wrong there!

--Cogito

(Enjoy the pics!)