Purpose

The best way to start this off is to think back to my main man Descartes and I know many of you have heard of this before “I think, therefore, I am”. So what is the purpose to anything in life? When I asked my mother she said, ‘know, love and serve God”. Sounds simple doesn’t it. Well, I am sure it is not that simple, simply because in order to delve into these things you must uncover the different layers.

I am at the point in my life where my focus is at an all time high. I mean, I didn’t just wake up one day and had everything clicking. It’s just that over the past few years I have grown mentally and that has allowed me to deal with a lot of things. As my two lady friends would tell you, I have been through a lot and I know for a fact that many dudes would have caved in by now. But I haven’t reached my full potential yet so I won’t leave this game of life alone just yet. God has always had a plan and he has always come through for me. So the belief that he won’t let me down has always kept me focus on the bigger prize.

The purpose of life is very confused these days. Money has taken top priority in everyday American life. What many of us have failed to realize is that success is not defined by financial status. There’s a lot more that goes into it. But like many other things in life, this question is personal and it changes from one individual to another. My purpose in life isn’t and will never be the person i am dating or the people i hang out with, etc. I think most people who ask someone else about the “purpose” of something, are either looking to share an opinion they already have about what that purpose is, or else are trying to discover how they might fit with, or find an answer to, a situation that has confused or hurt them, or both. I think many, if not most folks, who face such uncertainty or pain hope there are “answers” that might resolve their dilemma. Unfortunately, such answers are rarely found from others but can only be found from what makes sense to the individual.
One thing we must always keep in mind though, everything has a purpose. Every person, place, thing, idea and emotion has a purpose. The purpose of asking “What’s the purpose to anything in life” is to question whether or not everything has a purpose in life. We all know a hammer has a purpose, but can we apply the same two-plus-two logic to everything?

What is your purpose? Hope you can take some time to ask yourself that question. It surely will help you with your thought process.

ps: if you're one of those who take everything so literal, please get the fuck off my blog.

Live life to death

Who reading this is ready for death? Not saying that you want to die, but if it were to happen, do you feel that you have done enough in life to warrant a positive afterlife experience?

Of course my after life is different from yours, but no matter what you believe, most post death beliefs revolve around what we do well we are living.

To say “I’m ready for death,” signals three things to me, anyway. One, you know there’s an expiration date coming up fairly soon with your name written in big, bold letters all across it, and there’s nothing you can do to change your fate.

Two, you’re at the end of your life. You’ve lived it the best way you knew how, and played the cards you were dealt. You’ve accepted there were things you could’ve changed, and have also accepted the fact that some things you just couldn’t.

Last…..you’ve thrown in the towel. Completely given up; might as well call it suicide for cowards.

We really aren’t supposed to know when we’re going to die, so we can’t prepare for it. It’s the beauty of life. The reward is living itself, and sometimes it doesn’t all hinge on how well we perform.

Why prepare yourself for unknown chapters you don’t have a hand in, when you are the captain charting your own course right now?

Maybe there really is a heaven with million dollar questions to open those pearly gates, and maybe there is a hell fiery hot, burning with eternal damnation.

All I know is that no one living has ever came back and gave a firsthand account of either one.

Prepare to live. Doing that should be of the utmost importance, urgency, and final resignation. Resign yourself to L-I-F-E. Something you know how to do, and don’t mind creating. Life isn’t something that’s limited to either this or that. It comes in many different forms, each with its own needs, joys, pains, beauty and rewards.

Can you say that about death?

I'll never be prepared to die. Especially when I know it won't be on my own terms.

705 Queens Village

My whole flight to Lakeland was filled with my nervous and horny energy. I couldn't wait to see Maxine for the first time, to touch her, taste her, hold her in my arms, and palm her ass like she asked me to countless times in our conversations. I had never met a woman so free sexually, and I mean this girl was just a straight freak-a-leek but in the best way. Any and every position, loved to get her kitty licked, and was not ashamed about sucking the lollipop. From what we chatted about for 3 months, she was aggressive but knew when to tame down, and let daddy run the show.... She wanted to do it on her balcony butt ball ass naked not caring if anyone saw us, in her car, on top and inside. Wanted me to throw her up against the wall and take the nanny, even eat fruit out of her sticky...wow, wow, wow.

When my plane touched down at the airport and I stood up my dick was hard as ish. Then when I called her to tell I was here it sounded like she had already started fiddling with her monkey, oh yeah, I was about to hit this ass like a home run in the ninth inning. I couldn't get my luggage quick enough, couldn't flail down a cab fast enough, couldn't make it to 705 Queens Village enough. Once in the cab, my head went back against the seat as I closed my eyes and imagined what my little Southern peach had in store for papi. With her, I just don't know, she may be butt ass naked, may have dressed up in that teacher outfit I told her I wanna see her in, or whatever. All I knew that is was on like donkey kong, and as long as I was inside of her sweet walls, or mouth I'd be cool. Although Ms. Santanna was etched in my mind I took a little time to check my surroundings, no lie, this place was beautiful. Clean, crisp air, beautiful green grass, and warm weather. It couldn't touch DC, but hey, it could come second place. Still my thoughts went back to my baby. Beauty at its highest decree standing deep caramel candy color, 5”9, dark brown tresses covering her head stopping just at her shoulders almond shaped brown pensive eyes that from the pictures she sent me could stare in to a f-ng soul, stupid sexy lips, not too big or small but in the middle and pouty. Nice, and full titties that were perky and firm to sight and touch, and the biggest nipples I've eva seen period...large chocolate pebbles aiming at my eyes yearning to be licked, sucked, and gently bit. A beautiful tall ass sista, just how I like em, curvy middle with hips and curves that'll have you mesmerized, and an ass that won't quick. Plump, phat, blemish free (lol), and juicy, can't wait to get my hands on it, wanna massage it and see if it feels as soft as it looks. I know its gon look even better when I see it go back and forth on my dick...woo whee!

Now from what I've seen her ish is nice and juicy but I won't go in to detail so soon cause yall viewers might just bust in ya pants. Neways, thick thighs that I've dreamt being in between and having wrapped around my body, beautiful legs...so sexy you can frame em on ya wall. Her feet is what intrigue me cause they're damn near perfect...dawning a tattoo with a dripping strawberry that looks so real, and ten pretty toes, no corns, no hammer time. Oh hell yea, daddy's home mami, what you got fa me? The cabby's timing couldn't have been more perfect when he broke my trance with, “We here, and that'll be $43.74.” “$43 what! Whatevea dude, here.” I dished out my fare, got my bag and walked up the stairs to apartment 705. Once at her door beads of sweat began to form on my forehead, “C'mon B, this is what you been waiting on for 3 months, stop acting like a bitch.” I turned the knob and opened the door, once I was in her sanctuary my eyes bulged outta my head as she sat up on a counter, one hand in between her legs smiling at me. Lord, thank you.

A thought.

We can aspire to anything, but we don’t get it just because we want it. I would rather spend my life close to the birds than waste it wishing I had wings.

Almost dying changes nothing. Dying changes everything.

What are your thoughts on this thought? lol

What’s in a number?

What is a number? One quick answer would be, a mathematical object used in counting and measuring. So if that definition stands correctly then, why do we put so much emphasis on it?

Imagine you’re at a park and you meet a beautiful woman; you strike a conversation with her and later exchange numbers. On your first date, she tells you that she’s a Christian and has been saving her goodies for her husband. Now, I know how us dudes mind work. That statement is a killer; it’s a party-pooper, no guy wants to hear those words, especially when you’ve done analyzed it in your head that at some point within the first 3 dates, you’re going to score.

So from this point forth, your mindset is different. You’re not sure if you want to see her again or not. You’re unsure of the direction in which you want this relationship to progress. Yes, you’re attracted to her, and by now, you’ve gotten past being with the virgin stage, but you don’t want to commit to this person only to break things off after a couple months, maybe a year max, and the worst part, you fail to score. So you decide to go on a second date and on this date, the topic of your sexual experience comes up. You, being the egotistical macho that you are, decides to share the number of women you have bed, and this time you are the one feeling lousy.

The thing is, a lot of guys share this number (at times) because they want to show their weight when really it could be the most devastating news you ever share with someone. Sometimes, a guy would decide to lie about it, so he would choose a number that he feels is comfortable, and in the end, she ends up looking at you like a fool.

So really, what’s in a number? Is it that important? Should the many women or men you have been with come into discussion when dealing with a new mate? How much of an issue is it, if this number is a lot more than he or she anticipated? What’s the cutoff point? What is a good number for a man or a woman? Is there a number for guys and one for women? Does it matter how many people your mate has slept with?

Say for instance, a 28 year old woman has been with 3 guys. What does it prove? She may have recently started to have sex and in a span of 3 weeks had sex with 3 guys? Should her character be questioned?

See, I asked a friend of mine this very same question earlier today and here’s her response, “Most modern women would have had more than 3 sexual partners before they are 30. In today’s society, it is rare to find a woman approaching her 30’s who hasn’t slept with close to 10 guys or more.”

I was satisfied with this response because if us guys are expecting to sleep with more than 10 women by the time we’re 18, than why not the woman? Why the double standard?

So really, what’s in a number? When you put all your baggage on the table, where would the number of people your mate has slept with rank?

I am a modern dude and while I think HISTORY is very important sometimes you have to take different things under consideration. My thing is, the world is full of sluts today. Whether you meet the person at a church, club, or in cyberspace, you are going to have to make that decision on your own. My preferences shouldn’t be my friends and vice-versa. There’s only one life to live and whether or not you want your mates’ history to disrupt a beautiful journey you two could potentially map out, well, that’s your prerogative my friend.

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