Sunday, October 31, 2010

Nicki Minaj Is Trying To Keep Haters

I don't understand the point of the song below. Is Nicki Minaj trying to create and keep haters? She needs to sit down somewhere and write some good lyrics. She also needs to stop trying to sing. (Ugh)

P.S. Eminem's angry. Are we shocked? (fake shocked look)

Saturday, October 30, 2010

It's My Birthday

"Sometimes you have to toot your own horn."-- Miss Too Sexy

It's my birthday. This is what 24 looks like. I'll be back tomorrow with news for you.

Friday, October 29, 2010

Cussing Is Good For The Soul

Last night on the MoNique Show, MoNique interviewed several stars including Isaiah Washington, actress Tanedra Howard, and Twista.

While interviewing Howard, MoNique asked Howard if she was a cusser. Howard then told her that she was and they shared a moment. They then talked about how cussing is good because it makes a person feel better.

 I was happy to hear this because I myself spits out cuss words every now and then. I usually feel bad afterwards, but after last night's episode I will no longer feel guilty after saying one of those beautiful words.

Watch the full show below.

            P.S. Don't you love how MoNique addressed "they?" I get tired of "they" too.

Kandi- Leave You Music Video

This is the video for Kandi's new song "Leave You."

New Music (Lyricist Lounge)

Yesterday while watching 106 and Park I discovered that Kandi has a music video for her "Leave You" song. The only problem is I can't find the video online. However, I did find other music videos that are new and I love.

First off, there's Nelly's song "Move That Body." I recently read comments where someone was saying that Nelly new songs sound like they were meant for years ago, but I like them. He's fitting it to what people want to hear.

Diamond also has a new song out called "Lotta Money." I used to think she was an underground artist, but she's not anymore. Her song has been on the 106 and Park count for at least a week now.

As soon as I find the video to Kandi's song it will get posted.

Thursday, October 28, 2010

The Poet You'll Never Know

The Poet You’ll Never Know
By Miss Too Sexy (Aka Lashuntrice)

Allow me to introduce myself
I’m the poet you’ll never know
Living in the dark
Never stepping into the light
Because I have this goal
But I’m constantly losing sight
My inner voice says
But others blind me
Root of all evil
But necessary for survival
And what I want
What I need
My talent
My blessing
Because the world doesn’t know me
I haven’t been exposed
I can’t help but lack hope
Lose focus
And become just another lost soul
One that you’ll never know

Allow me to reintroduce myself
I’m the poet you’ll never know
Because I’m another lost soul
Stuck on the wrong path
Wrong place
Wrong time
Wrong mindset
Instead of doing what I know
I let others tell me how to grow
They guide me
Mislead me
Force me to live out their dreams
Then treat me badly
Because I’m constantly messing up
Losing focus
Stuck on what I don’t love
But someone once told me
“That’s the way love goes”
So I put on a mask
And I cherish my mistakes
Suck up my pain
Continue on the journey
Never quite succeed at whatever I’m doing
But it’s all because I’m a lost soul
One you’ll never know

Allow me to hide myself
Because I’m the poet you’ll never know
I used to bust the windows open from each and every place
It was the only way I knew to escape
Express myself
Be free from the harmful words that society would throw at me
But I gave up
And now I’m lost in confusion
Going in circles
Feeling so stupid, foolish because I lost my way
And “Kisha, Tisha, Courtney, Brandy,”
Is what I hear from day to day
Being called the wrong name
Because I’ve stolen someone else’s path
But feeling like it’s too late to get back on my path
Been doing wrong for too long
And that’s what lost souls do
Especially the ones you don’t know

Allow me to disappear and become another figment of your imagination. Don’t want you to see  right through me. The dreams, hopes, goals that I once had, don’t want you to see it. So allow me to become the poet you’ll never know, never see, never hear. Allow me the be just another lost soul. Allow me to become the one you’ll never know. 

Evolution of Fashion In The Rap Game (Happy Thursday)

When a person thinks of rap music they usually think of gangsta type lyrics. They think of a person spitting hardcore lyrics on a mic to an audience who may be ready to fight by the end of the night.

Fashion is always changing, but one area that you may imagine fashion not changing is the area of the rap music. Rap artists have to keep up a tough exterior, so their clothes tend to match the toughness they try to convey.

Back in the day rappers conveyed their toughness by wearing du-rags, baggy jeans, and flashy jewelry. Sometimes their clothes were flashy too. However, now the style is a bit different. Check out some old school rappers styles first.

Tupac is the ultimate example of how old school rappers looked.
Along with good lyrics, Mase helped to
 contribute to the style of baggy flashy clothing.

Bone Thugs 'N Harmony always had baggy clothes on.

However, recently I was scrolling through blogs and learned that the tough look is gone. The days of rappers wearing du-rags (or bandanas), baggy jeans, and flashy jewelry are over. The rappers of now prefer loud shirts, tight jeans, and easter looking sneakers. Check it out.

New Boyz

Waka Flocka Flame

Soulja Boy and Drake

Swizz Beats has been around longer than the new rappers that are listed, but his style has also evolved from when he first came out. His lyrics are going and he's keeping up fashion wise. 

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Reasons For First Date Sex According To....

I saw these on I'm not a fan of first date sex, but these are interesting and funny.

10 Highly Thought Out Reasons To Justify First Date Sex
  • On your birthday – first date sex is totally acceptable on your birthday.
  • You’re out of town - it is universally known that you can totally get freaky if you’re in a different state.
  • The person you slept with is from a different state. It’s called hospitality.
  • You just broke up – you were angry, pissed and felt like there was no other way to get back at your ex.
  • You were drunk. It’s still acceptable to simply blame it on the al al alcohol.
  • You’ve been chatting online for a long time. Then technically it’s not really afirst date even though it’s the first time you’ve seen each other in person.
  • When you knew the person in a different season of your life and you randomly reunite. Even if you haven’t talked in years it’s totally cool to do them.
  • When you’re in college. This is the time when you’re supposed to sow your royal oats. You get a least 2 or 3 of these for each college year. Use it, make em count.
  • If you’re feeling them. If you went on a date, and totally hit it off with a person. I’m talking about one of those A plus plus dates. Give up the goods.
  • Because you like their car. Well this probably isn’t acceptable, but I’m sure it has happened on more than one occasion to more than one person reading this right now so in order to make you feel better. It’s okay too.

My advice is if you're horny and caught up in the moment have sex, but protect yourself.

Save The Pony's (A Shoe Story)

A few minutes ago I was browsing blogs when I happened to stumble upon a very special pair of shoes. They are special because they are made of pony skin.

These shoes are specifically Azzedine Alaia boots and Ciara wore them during her 106 and Park appearance last week. I didn't notice the shoes at the time because I was too distracted by the rest of her ugly outfit. 

Never before have I Iooked at an accessory or clothing made from an animal and cared about the animal. In this case, however, I need for everyone to help stop the killing of pony's. It doesn't make sense to kill such an innocent animal to make such an ugly shoe. 

Only A Star Can Rock This Look (Happy Wednesday)

My birthday is coming up soon, but unfortunately I won't be getting my hair done this year. I might not even polish my nails. I definitely will not be considered fancy this year. However, if I was going to get it done, I'd rock a style that's fit for only a celebrity.

That style is wearing red weave or dying my hair red. For real, every time I look in the mirror I imagine a black girl rocking some red hair (or burgundy too) and I can't help it. There are so many stars that are pulling the look off.

Trina recently started rocking the red hair look and it's cute on her.

Rihanna's 2010 look has been fiery red. I just wish she'd wear clothes to coordinate with her hair.

Tiny, T.I.'s wife, looks  her best when she's rocking red.

Jacki O has even rocked the red look. I think I like her red bob the best.

However, if I was trying to go professional there are a few other looks that interest me.

April Woodard is my new favorite reporter. Something about her just makes me want to admire her, so I'd steal her short cut look in a heartbeat. Only thing is I might not be able to rock it as good as her.

Keri Hilson is a bad bitch. No matter what hair style she has I want to steal it. I'd take that hairstyle, but I'd replace the blonde with red.

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Black Women and Plastic Surgery/ Real Housewives of Atlanta

On October 25th NeNe Leakes went in for plastic surgery on the Real Housewives of Atlanta. The surgeries she received were a nose job, breast reduction, breast lift, and liposuction. Many watched the show and criticized her actions.

 During some parts of the show she seemed to be having the surgery to look better. On other parts it seemed like she was having it to distract herself from the stress of her marriage. However, the main reason doesn't matter because according to the November issue of Essence Magazine it is normal for black women to get plastic surgery done.

Dr. Madhere in Essence Magazine, Page 58:

Our top requests: Breasts lifts, tummy tucks, breast reductions, liposuction and nose reshaping.

That's definitely something to think about.
For more interesting facts on black women check out the November issue of Essence Magazine. I'm enjoying it.

Apollo Nida Is One Sexy Man (Happy Tuesday)

Apollo Nida is the husband of attorney Phaedra Parks, who is on the third season of Real Housewives of Atlanta. Since the third season started that has been speculation about Apollo. Basically after the first episode it came to light that he had a criminal record and was years younger than Parks. From the show there has also been speculation that Apollo could be a down low brother.

Well I don't really care about all of that. All I know is whether he has a criminal past or not he's still sexy as hell. Yeah, Apollo looks good. Phaedra Parks better watch out.

Monday, October 25, 2010

Football Wives (New VH1 Reality Show)

On Sunday October 14th a new show, Football Wives, premiered. Like millions of others I fulfilled my reality television addiction by watching and I was pleased.

These women proved that they are nothing like the basketball wives. One way they proved it was by actually being married. They also had drama of their own, which erupted when two of the wives walked out of bible study. Honestly, as boring as that preacher was I would have walked out too. The best part of this show is each woman definitely has her own personality.

I haven't decided who my favorite football wife is yet. I'll let you know after a couple more episodes.

P.S. I wish the highlight of my problems involved walking out of bible study.

5 Star Barbie Toccara's Take on Wearing Leather and Pleather

In the November issue of Essence Magazine Toccara Jones, a model and contributing style editor, gives her take on wearing leather and pleather. Here's just some of what she had to say.

"Don't be afraid to go faux. These days fake leather is okay. (Real is so 2009!) The top designers even have faux in the collection."

"When you put leather on, you should be going somewhere. You don't wear it to walk around the house. Keep classic pieces, like a skirt, blazer and boots."

"Throwing On Leather Says "I'm Sexy" without trying."

More photos from Essence are below. I took pictures of the magazine with my camera.

Pick up the November copy of Essence Magazine for more on style.

Chad Johnson Wears A Football (Happy Monday)

It's my birthday week so as I'm trying to be more positive I'm also trying to bring the best news to you.

Todays news was found on It's a picture of Chad Ochocinco Johnson with nothing on, but a football. He is a sexy man.

While I hate mediatakeout for their lack of journalism usage, sometimes they can offer some juicy stories. Hope you enjoyed this beautiful picture as much as I did.

Sunday, October 24, 2010

Sunday Morning Frustrations

"We're just two bad girls looking for trouble"- Reba

There's a passion I have that only I can understand. It involves escaping reality and creating my own world. When I was little I tried to create that other world by writing short stories similar to The Babysitters Club. I even found an audience, which was the students in the classroom with me. As the interest of those people changed, my relationship to my imagination changed. I ignored the passion I'd found in order to try to fit in with the crowd. 

"Somebody told me that there's trouble at home cause we never talk a lot when we spend time alone."- Baby Face

Then at a certain point in my life I met my first official best friend. She was really into fiction writing and she helped me to reclaim my passion. However, when she went from my best friend to worse enemy my passion for writing became an enemy too. It had been my hidden best friend all along, but it was foreign because of someone's actions. So, when I was abandoned and felt lonely I abandoned the writing. However, years later in the same high school my passion that seemed to initially turn on me decided to show me that we could still be happy together. I started writing again and my talent for writing seemed to get better. 

"If loving you is wrong I don't want to be right"- Teddy Pendergrass

However, the love/hate relationship still seems to erupt sometimes. I've been writing since I was 10, but I'm not an author. I'm just a girl who blocks out a lot of pain by writing poetry and fiction stories. My writing brings me comfort.It keeps me up late at night. It even tells me that one day we will live happily ever after. There have been times where it continually whispered in my ear to never give up on it again and it's hard. I don't want to give up on writing. I want to use my writing skills to develop my career until one day I find myself standing next to greats like Tyler Perry Steven Spielberg. However, that's not happening now and that fact is all others see. Sometimes I feel like I constantly hear negative things from people. They don't fully know me, but they're always trying to dictate my life and being a writer is not in their goal for me. 

What everyone seems to be missing is we're two bad girls looking for trouble. We don't fit what other's expect. Someone's always out to just us, but when we're alone we can create our own judgments and force others to be entertained. We were meant for each other, because only we understand each other. 

I'm not giving up on my ultimate goal in life. Being an author is just the first step, but it's the most important step. During that special day at the special moment in time everyone will know that my best friend and I will have made the biggest step in our friendship despite the struggles. 

P.S. Make sure you are reading the poetry and fiction I'm posting. You can find them under the tags of Poetic Heart and Story Teller. Those can be found on the side of the page.


5 Star Barbie Fantasia Gets New Hairstyle

5 Star Barbie Fantasia is rocking a new hairstyle. It's a big curl at the top of her head with a splash of white going through it. I honestly don't know how I feel about it. On anyone else I'd say to leave the skunk look alone, but Fantasia is pulling it off with confidence and grace. 

Saturday, October 23, 2010

Kanye West's Runaway Review

Lately there's been speculation that Kanye West might be involved in Illuminati, but he decided to prove the rumors wrong in his movie "Runaway," which premiered October 23, 2010. Instead of being involved in devil worshiping (or whatever Illuminati is supposed to be) West proved to the world (or at least the BET audience) that he is purely crazy.

See the movie "Runaway" is about a man (Kanye West) who makes a phoenix that falls to earth his girlfriend. It actually hurts my head to try to explain what I watched.

On the bright side, West made sure to have his music throughout the movie. Plus, that weird picture he tweeted about recently makes sense. The movie, however, does not.

One Night Stand (Short Fiction Story)

(I wrote this for the erotica lovers. This story is approximately 6 pages long, so sit back and enjoy.)

One Night Stand
 (written by Miss Too Sexy (AKA Lashuntrice)
(Copyright 2010)

            The wetter I got the faster his tongue moved. I could feel him licking and sucking and then licking some more. Originally I thought he was going to be awful just like the men before, but he was good.
“Keep going,” I said in a whisper as I felt him trying to stop. He continued and I rubbed his head to motivate him.  Any other guy with a hairstyle like his would not have let any girl touch his head, so the fact that he didn’t mind my hands turned me on even more. After a few more minutes my legs were shaking uncontrollably.
“WOW,” I said breathlessly as he slid from between my legs and headed to the bathroom.
“It’s not over yet,” he responded. His name was Brian. I smiled at the sight of him because he was the perfect ending to a very bad day.

See, I was upset about how my day had started.  I’d waken up at around 5 am for work, even though I didn’t have to be in until 9, only to realize that yesterday was my last day at the job.  Unfortunately the bad economy had decided it didn’t like me and I’d ended up on the list of employees to be laid off. After hours of picking out the perfect outfit and curling my beautifully long weave I was angry all over again. I was also wide awake, so going back to sleep was not an option. Then I decided to do something very unlike my usual routine.
            Around 9:30 I’d decided to pick up breakfast. It was something I rarely did. IHOP was my first choice, but I didn’t really want to sit down and eat. Whataburger was the next place that popped in my mind. I chose there because I heard the pancakes were delicious. It’s too bad that at the exact time I got there some others had plans of their own for the restaurant. Five seconds after I walked into the restaurant I heard these words:
            “Give me all the money you have. I know you have money. You’ve been open all night.”
            I didn’t know whether to leave without any food or whether to stay and order. The robbers didn’t seem to care about customers. They had not told anyone to get on the ground. The guns the two had were only pointed toward the woman at the cash register.
            As the woman slid the robbers all of the money in the cash register I tried to sneak away, but one of them saw me.
            “Hey, you.” I’d taken another two steps toward the door, but the next words out of his mouth made me stop. “I have a gun pointing at you. If you take another step I will shoot.”
            “Hi,” I said as I turned around to face him.
            “Are you Ciara?” he asked. He was wearing a mask, so I could not tell whether he was complimenting me or if he was serious.
            “Of course not,” I said with a smile on my face. I thought if I smiled he would leave me alone and let me leave. That thought was wrong.
            “Give me your number and you can live.”
With any other man I would have quickly gave a fake cell phone number. However, the gun in his hand intimidated me.
            “555-666-999,” I said while trying to keep a calm composure.
            “Okay,” he said. “I’ll call you as soon as I get out of jail.” His last comment had confused me. Although the gun was right in front of me I’d blanked out about the actual crime he was trying to commit. I was going to ask him why he thought he was going to jail when five cops busted through the doors.
            “Get on the floor,” they had screamed. Both guys dropped their guns and were on their knees. I then took that opportunity to leave without any food.
            The experience wore me out so I headed back home and fell asleep. During my nap I had several dreams about men in Whataburger. In one dream I met a man who looked exactly like R. Kelly when he had braids. He was robbing the store, but once I walked in his eyes fell upon me. “Hey sexy,” he said. “You are so fine I don’t even want the money in this store anymore. Can I stick my key in your ignition instead?” I shook my head yes, excited that he wanted me. “Hold up.” He took the money out of his pocket and gave it back to the cashier. He then proceeded to lead me to the back of the store. Once we made it to the back he pushed me against the window. He then undid his belt and slid his pants halfway down. I had on a dress and surprisingly no panties. Then he picked me up and we had sex up against the wall.
            The next dream I had was a little different. In it Chingy was robbing Whataburger. When I saw him I immediately thought of the reports that he had been with transgendered men. As if he could read my mind he said, “They are not true. I’m a sucker for the pussy. The real pussy.” I gave him a crazy look and then he continued his argument. “For real. In fact I like the way you move that right thurr. Even though I was robbing this lady I noticed how you walked. Walk for me.” Since he had a gun in his hand I tried to do the sexiest walk I knew. “Nice,” he responded to it. “Look, I’m tired of this store and don’t want to go to jail. I’m about to give this money back. Then we will hit up my hotel and spend the next couple hours feeling on each other while sipping on some Hennessey.” After that Whataburger turned into a hotel room. I was already lying on the bed naked while Chingy was getting undressed. “I don’t think you believe me,” he said. “I’m about to prove to you that I love women.” That is exactly what he did for approximately 2 hours.
            When I woke up I thought I’d be hungry, but instead I was craving sex. In my 22 years of life I’d only had sex with two men. Neither of them gave me the pleasure I thought I would get, so I had stopped after the second one. That was three years ago and I was feigning.

            Our two naked bodies once again intertwined as he picked me up leaned me against the wall and thrust himself inside of me. He started off slow and then started going faster.
            “Oooohhhh,” I moaned from pleasure. “Stop. Don’t stop.” I didn’t know what words were flying out of my mouth, but I was enjoying the experience. My arms were wrapped around Brian’s neck to keep my balance, but at the same time I was making sure not to hold him too tight. It was my first time ever having sex that way, but he had a pretty good grip on me.
“Yes,” I screamed. “Just like that.” As I got louder he started planting soft kisses on my lips to smother the noise. In turn I kissed back forcing my tongue in his mouth. Although he was great at what he was doing in the back of my mind I couldn’t help but think my friend Kendra would kill me if she knew what I was doing.

            “Hey girl,” my friend Kendra said. I looked at the clock. It was a little after three. I’d been up from my nap for an hour. Before I could answer she started talking again. “Girl, I’m so hungry. Let’s go grab something to eat.”
            “Okay,” I said, trying not to think about my experience at Whataburger. If I thought of Whataburger I’d think of the mysterious robber, which would then lead me to the dreams, and then sex would creep on my mind. “But no fast food restaurants please.”
            “Who eats out at a fast food restaurant?” she replied. I knew she was shaking her head and making a crazy look. “Anyway, I’ll be over in fifteen minutes. Be ready.”
            We went to a small family owned restaurant called “Bingos.” The location of the restaurant was horrible. It was on a very busy street, but hidden behind trees. Every time I came with someone we ended up searching for the entrance. Even though we were there for the food, I did the majority of the eating. Kendra, on the other hand, did all the talking.
            “Girl, can you believe he acted that way?” she asked after telling me about her boyfriend followed her to a club the night before and started a huge fight in the parking lot with another man who was checking her out.
            “Actually, from everything you’ve told me about before, I can believe he did it.” That wasn’t the response Kendra was looking for, but I didn’t know what else to say. “Dump him,” I said after she didn’t respond. “There are men out there that will not be so jealous.”
            I tried to sound convincing, but at the same time I could not help but wonder where the man that would fight in a parking lot over me was at. I started to go into a daydream about my prince charming, but Kendra was ready to leave.
            “Claire,” Kendra yelled, trying to get me out of my trance. “Let's go.” Kendra was in a rush to get home and watch Real Housewives of Atlanta, but I couldn’t move. I was in shock.
A very sexy man was standing outside the window near Kendra’s car. He had a Roscoe Dash haircut, was wearing a white t-shirt and his jeans were sagging. We would have to pass him to leave. I checked myself to make sure I looked on point. Just because I was having a bad day didn’t mean I wanted to look bad.  
As we headed to the car I tried not to look in his direction. Usually I could glance at a good looking man without him noticing, but I would have stared if I looked in his direction. Once we reached her car, I grabbed at the passenger side door, but before I could get in I looked up. When I did he was staring back at me.
“Ciara,” he said, smiling at me. When he spoke my mouth dropped open from the recognition of his voice. “Oh, I’m sorry. Hey Ciara look-a-like.”
“Hi,” I said. “You’re out of jail already?” From the corner of my eye I could see Kendra slightly smiling from curiosity.
“Yeah,” he responded. “What’s your name? I got your number earlier, but forgot to get your name.”
“Ciara,” I told me but then quickly corrected myself. “I mean Claire.” I smiled from embarrassment. He smiled back. His smile was extra sexy. It reminded me of how Avant smiled in his music video Read Your Mind.
“Okay Claire, I will call you in a little.” He, along with his friends proceeded to walk towards the restaurant.
When he was out of my sight I started to walk forward and hurt my knee against the car. Just that quickly I’d forgotten where I was.
“You know I want to know all about him, right?” Kendra asked even though even wasn’t a question.
“He’s no one special,” I replied. “I met him earlier today. The story is actually funny, but I will tell you later. Aren’t you in a rush to get home?”
“Oh yeah.” On the ride home and after she dropped me off I continuously stared at the phone in anticipation. It had been too long since any man had paid me any kind of attention.

            He picked me up and tossed me on the bed. As I got comfortable I studied his physique. His body was toned. He had an innocent face like Mario, but a body like Lance Gross. Although I’d already felt him up and down and could still feel him in between my legs, I couldn’t help but crave for his body more. As he climbed onto the bed and on top of me I took my right hand and felt on his chest. His six pack was hard, but that wasn’t the only thing hard on him.
            “Are you ready for more?” he asked while taking his hands and spreading my legs open. I was weak from what we’d already done, but my body was showing him the opposite.
            “Of course,” I responded.

            Once I got home I continuously looked for activities to keep my mind occupied. I watched a little bit of television, played a game online, and then made a freaky song mix on my computer. Some of the songs included R. Kelly’s Down Low, Jodeci’s Freak Me, and Bone’s Homegurl. Then finally at 9pm my phone rang.
            “Hello?” I answered trying not to sound too eager to talk.
            “Hey Ciara, I mean Claire,” the voice on the other end responded.
            “Hey, umm,” I responded while feeling embarrassed. “I forgot to get your name earlier.”
            “Brian.” His sexy voice made my heart beat fast.
            “Come over,” I said without thinking about my words. “I want to see you.”
            “Where do you live?” I gave him my address and he said he would call me when he once he arrived outside. He arrived in 20 minutes, which was just enough time to change clothes and make sure I looked good. For him I slid on this tight mini dress that had never been worn. For the shoes I slid of a pair of blood red high heels fit for a secretary that was ready to be sexed at any time.
            “I’m at your door,” he said before I could say hello into the phone.
            “Alright, I’m coming.” I looked around my small apartment hoping he’d like it. My living room was just big enough to fit my sofa, which was big enough for two people, and my 32 inch television. My kitchen, right across from the living room, was big enough for three people to stand in. The bedroom entrance separated the two. It was the biggest room in my place and I liked it like that.
            “Hey.” I opened the door to let Brian in. Whatever he was wearing was intoxicating. “You smell nice.”
            “Thanks.” He walked in, but stared me down the whole time. “You look good. Is this for me?”
            “No,” I lied, “but since you’re here you might as well enjoy the view.” What I said was lame, but I was trying to set the mood.
            “You’re not usually my type.”
            “What do you mean by that?” I felt the mood slowly dying and that wasn’t good.
            “You have goals,” he said. “I can tell. The way you carry yourself says you’re educated.”The smile that was on my face when I first opened the door started to fade. “But that’s not a bad thing,” he said noticing my look change.
            “Well,” I said as I was thinking of a response, “you’re not usually my type either. You’re a criminal.” I thought it would hurt his feelings to hear the words, but instead he smiled. “Guys like you are nothing but trouble.”
            “I’m guessing you’re looking for trouble.” He continued to smile. “You got tired of the boring men and wanted a real one.” Brian walked toward me seducing me with his voice. I continued to walk backwards until my back was up against my bedroom door. “I can have you aching from pleasure for days. Are you really ready for that?” Before I could answer he leaned down and kissed me on the lips. His kiss was light and his lips were soft. As he started to pull away I wrapped my left arm around the back of his head and pulled him towards me again.
            It all happened so fast. His dick was hard. I could feel it and I was hot from the passion. One minute we were in the living room and the next we were in the bedroom laying next to each other with no clothes on. As I layed there my heart beat fast as I pieced the moments together.
            I remembered us starting up against the bedroom door. It hurt a little at first since it was my first time in a while, but the more we had sex the better it got. Once we finally made it into the bedroom I remembered him eating me out like a pro. Well, maybe he was a pro at it. Then we continued to have sex multiple times in many different positions. I was glad I didn’t have to wake up for work, because I’d definitely be sore in the morning. I looked at the clock beside my bed and realized it was 2 am. Even though I had no plans for the next day he had to leave.
            “You have to leave,” I said without moving.
            “Like that?” Brian asked.
            “Yeah, like that,” I responded. “Remember, we’re not each other’s type anyway.” I didn’t look in his direction but I could sense that he was smiling.
            “Alight, I’ll let myself out.” I turned in his direction as he got dressed. I wanted to admire his body one more time.
            “Brian,” I called to him as he opened the bedroom door.
            “It was nice.” He gave me his Avant smile right before he disappeared.