Last Night @ Ultrabar: Bartenders are bastids. You heard me, bastids.

Woke up off a non existent hangover. Picture that. Well....not exactly but fuck it. let me explain why Greg will NO longer drink...at clubs.

Bartenders are some bitches. Especially rookies or jaints that think people won't tip them.

- I get to the bar and say "fuck it...ts happy hour...three dollar drinks...I buy five." one for me...four for some friends I went to school with.. $15.
- when my boy arrives get me and him a midori, his boys the specials....$22
- get one last drink for me and my boy...pussy juice. $20

Final Tab= $68.00

Lesson Learned: Fuck a bar, liquor store.

Mind you I'm supposed to be self absorbed...but I'm generous with it though. Fuck it. ONE day somebody gon be nice. I know plenty people I've got drinks for. No prollem...forward. I see a light skinned girl. We stare each other down majority of the night. Tried to figure out who she was because she was with a female that dressed like a nigga. I wouldn't go and call her gay just yet because all honesty if you took away the baggy sweater...I'm sure the titties sit upright. Cool. Needless to say we stared back and forward but at speak. I wasn't approaching to hear that she's with her girlfriend. Prides a bitch...and I be fucking her.

So I see a friend. I speak, state my name and shit, wow! She's beautiful too. Won't fake...I looked at her body too (sorry Paris) but after my glances I stopped she and I both agreed it was wack around the time. I personally waited on someone to dance so I could groove and break being uncomfortable. Then I see liquid leggings.

Everybody know liquid leggings by now and how I feel about them. So I see her but aint really want to speak...so I just look..she looks back...then I see her phone...blackberry storm. Bam.

Me: your jaint running slow?
Her: yeah what about yours? (shows
her phone)
[extra nonsense leading to exchange of Pins and numbers]...

We in the same area for the rest of the night so we talking on and off. She asked why I wasn't dancing. I personally aint want to say that she was one of few that looked damn good so I just said I was scoping and talking shit from afar. So she gets in front of me and dances. Two thumbs. I'm praying she don tell her girlfriends what DID happen though. Ill tell yall since you asked though. Granted I adjusted myself prior to the dance..and sat it so it would lay on my thigh. Just incase the alcohol fucked with me and I had a hard on...which happened. I wasn't embarrassed...It sat on her back. No harm no foul.

So...I see two beautiful face-ded light skinned woman. Now normally light skinned don't strike me but they looked familiar. Like I saw them off Facebook. So I decided I'd do what is done to me twice already tonight...ask who they are. So I walk up to the tallest one I guess because the one a tad bit shorter was lost in the crowd.

Me: excuse me..what's your name?
Her: name given.. What's up?
Me:
confused, isn't your name like Barbie something?
Her: nah that's my cousin
(points to her) I'm perfection on facebook.
Me: okay I'm greg *pause
...walks away.

Wasn't much else to say...felt like an ass speaking and saying the wrong name. Forgive me love. But you and your entourage get the award for best looking. And Barbie...umm yeah...my friend agree...yeah. Perfection too. Your parents blessed yall. Your kids kids will have good qualities as long as they don't fuck nobody three shades darker than me. I'm dark enough.

Marcus, happy birthday and all that good shit, nice meeting you. Was a party once all the shrek jaints found the dark corridor to hide in.

White folks...HOW do yall get in the club with vans with dirty ass laces? Yall got it great. (look at picture)



Yes the camera phone was out. I came prepared...yall came looking jive ugh..I'm almost hurt a tad at the sight of this.

- Marcus...your thick brown skin friend with the white dress...wondrous. Don't worry...I took a shot so you know who I'm talking bout. Didn't take a picture of her face of course...but you catch that drift....



Okay...the white people are coming...I gotta go be corporate...forgive me. Fin.

How Long is sex SUPPOSED to last?

I've asked a few females this prior, but it was funny to read it on a discussion board that I'm on often. The topic came along:

"How long is sex SUPPOSED to last"

Personally, sex aint supposed to be a competition. Either we have teamwork about the situation at hand, try to give the other person the same pleasures, but some people dont get it. Preferably women.

Enthusiasm has a lot to do with your fucking. A go getter in the bed is always a good thing. Personal preference but I want a female that is throwing pussy instead of just taking dick. Dont run from it. Women complain about consistent stroke, meanwhile are scooting away from the dick every couple minutes. Thats bad business lover. You need to learn that sometimes what hurts you, helps you. The screaming.. unneccessary. If I wanted to hear the incondecsent moans, I'd watch a porn joint.

I'm famous for taking flipping a girl over, grabbing the back of her head and pushing it into the pillow until she she put dentures in the cushion. You feel me? All the moaning is good, the screaming aint eclectic for me toots.

Friend of mine feels the same way:

• Good Pussy: I'll give you 20-30 on the first nutt......second is in the air depending on if I been smoking. Might not catch that second one.


• Weak pussy......Usually like 35-30 before I fake like I skeeted and keep it moving.
  
  
  So he goes on to explain as such.
  

"Just like women do, if a man considers the pussy weak, we wont hit it again."

Like him, I've never been a casulty of not "fitting in", and only ran into a situation where a female wasnt up to par wet wise once, and that was after extended pepetration. Solution was to exit, spit, and enter. Simple math.

Females are good at it, we are as well. When we get a woman with some weak pussy, we don't carry them, just pretty much end up "busy" everytime they hit you up. No need for lube when you are your own natural essence. If you can't keep your body 100 while we are hunching, you probably wont be getting a call back. If I'm entitled to keep a hard dick and a smile, please believe, I must get that same courtesy, and your pussy bets be wet. I've been the type to go and spit on my fingers from the back, wipe it across a pussy and think nothing of it. I aint gon hawk spit in it like a porn star. I'll keep it civil.

Conclusion, regardless who you're with, the first round should be a good 20-30 minutes. Now.. that timeframe has to be full force, going HAM in the pussy. No bathrom breaks, and it doesn't include the exchange of oral. All you women asking for long time loving are senseless. Think about the math. The force I'm going in that 30, you came 5 times, orgasm once, and working towards your second. However with your 1 hour R&B dick, you came twice and waiting for more because he wants to go and fuck like Ne-yo described. Sorry, must be nice, but I put dick down nice.

Moist Satin Sheets: #3 Slow & Steady Wins The Race.

She told me come over when her daughter left for the night. I love me an older woman. Granted her kids my age...the experience she got it what I want. I bee. Thinking about fucking it all day long. Bulge in my pants tell no lies. At work drawing strategies of things I'm trying to do.

Call her Foxy Brown. Pam Grier like, titties sit upright. Had a kid but her body doing fine. I know I can't demand too much of her because they still live with her. So when I get the chance I know she goes all out, eager to please. She's a thinker in the bedroom. I remember once she pulled over on the interstate, told me to drive as she serviced me like a Pep Boys in the hood. Must admit I came twice.

She likes having a young man so I give her what she likes. In return I get the experience. She puts her leg over her head with ease. And likes to suck her own titties in missionary as she wraps her legs around my chest as I dig up in it.


So I pull up to her house. Lubrication, trojan protected. I call her tell her I parked on the side and let me in. She shows up to the door with Nike body gear and a sports bra. Mustve just in from the gym. Since she's not married her bodys extra tight. And I can see her pussy print in the spandex just throbbing to get its own workout.

"Baby I'm thirsty grab something to drink." Now before me..she was all white Zinfandel and wine coolers. But I've put her onto the "Midnight Menu". So I go and prepared the sex juice. Malibu pineapple and grey goose. Got the recipe from a friend...so let's call it "pussy juice". I took her the cup, she grabs. She sips and says to taste it off her lips. Sometime being an eager student is a good thing so I indulge. Sneaking tongues in our mouths she softly moans, clinching closer..her heart beating from her now naked chest, breast sitting upright, nipples poking my upper body.

I walk her over to the staircase and push her towards the wall. Putting her hands above her head, she submits to my whim. Sucking her breasts, playing with each between my fingers, licking the sides...the nipples, underneath the cuff, I kiss her heart. I feel her soul dancing. She moans "baby I'm sweaty let me get in the shower".

I take her to the bathroom and put her on the counter. She starts getting undressed as I turn on the water. She gets in, and asks if I'm joining. I reply no because I have no change of clothes. She grabs me by the collar and starts kissing my neck, and licking behind my ear. I in turn kiss down. Her chest as she leaves wet footprints on the back of my t shirt, titty prints on the front. Tangled in the shower curtain she rips them down midway through us kissing.

I turn her to the tile on the wall and face her towards it. Arching her back I grab and bite at her asscheeks while she moans passionately. I grab the showerhead and start to run water down her back. As it trickles down, I lick between the drops, pussy and moisture mixed. Gradually moving the showerhead to the front, I turn it on and rub it against her pussy as she digs her newly manicured nails into my shoulder.

"I have to shower" is what she replies, so I hand her the washcloth and her Dove sensitive skin body wash. She looks at me, bites her lip, and squeezes a dab of it on the cloth. Washing from her neck to her breast to her stomach...I watch as this specimen of a woman teases me, naked and foamed, like a starbucks delight. She in turn takes the shower head and rinses herself, rubbing the showerhead on her lower region before asking me to get her back.

I put one of her legs on the soap dish, the other on the ledge and begin to wash. I scrub slow, looking at the tattoo on her right shoulder that connects to the front. Licking the side of her neck...she wants the tongue. She turns, rips my shirt off and unzips my now soaked jeans. I pick her up and carry her out of the bathroom. She prefers to airdry so I put her down near the bed. She gets up and pushes my head back towards the mattress with her index finger.

Pulling it out she start salivating for my dick. She kisses the shaft. Mesmerized at it at full attention she licks the head first. Sticks her tongue in the slit. Makes sure she rubs the balls with her left hand. With every move of her mouth I retaliate with groans. She's experienced. Sucks the head just right, nibbles on it, and licks the sack as well. In a trance I feel obligated to return.

I get up and tell her lay on the bed. She does. When she spreads out...I pick her up in mid air and eat her pussy standing up. Clinching my head with her inner thighs...she cuts on my chin and tongue. I stick my tongue inside the love canal to taste more. She grabs the dick in anticipation for sucking. She goes to town as she grabs my waist and goes at it no hands. I pull her down when it gets too much and arch her back over the bed.

Going for it we are penetrating. Fresh out the shower...her pussy is soaked and now creaming on my dick. I push her into the comforter and tell her put her legs together. Grabbing each cheek, I grind slow and in circles...letting her feel every inch as I lick down her spine. She feels a tightening in her thighs, cliches the pillow close..and explodes all over the bed.

I flip her over and lick it off...

I remove her towel and start to work on those satin sheets....

Jay-Z bagged him an EARNER in Beyonce

Beyonce, Jay-Z Earned Combined $162 Million In 2008
Britney Spears brought in just $2.25 mil, according to Parade magazine's celeb-earnings list.

By Gil Kaufman

Talk all you want about how Beyoncé's husband rakes in the bucks, but Mrs. Sean Carter is doing just fine on her own, thank you very much. As part of Parade magazine's annual "What People Earn" issue, it's revealed that Beyoncé banked a remarkable $80 million in 2008, just $2 million less than Jay-Z.

Also included in the random sampling of celebrities in the issue was funnyman Will Ferrell, who made $31 million last year, edging out actress Jennifer Aniston, who took in a not-too-shabby $27 million. It was also a good year for Ferrell's former "Saturday Night Live" castmate Tina Fey, who was paid $4.6 million for her work in movies and as the creator/star of "30 Rock."

And though she's now in the midst of a career-reviving tour and has a hit album on her hands with Circus, Britney Spears was not yet ramping up her earning potential in 2008, during which she took home a modest sum (for her) of $2.25 million. Banking twice that much was country-pop sensation Taylor Swift, who brought in $5.5 million.

It was clearly a good year for actor/director/screenwriter Tyler Perry. The "Madea" franchise mastermind amassed an amazing $125 million with his hit movies, plays and various other entertainment ventures.

Proving that crime doesn't pay, the impeached Illinois Governor Rob Blagojevich — who allegedly attempted to sell the Senate seat once occupied by President Obama — made $177,400 (at least that we know of). Another governor who chafed under the harsh spotlight in 2008 — and who was seriously lampooned in the new Eminem video — former Republican vice presidential candidate Sarah Palin took home the not-too-blue-collar sum of $125,000.

That sum was a bit more than one of the country's newly minted heroes, airline pilot Chesley "Sully" Sullenberger, who safely landed a plane on the Hudson River in New York. He earned a modest $100,000 last year.

Frankly, all of these celebs combined couldn't hold a candle to the biggest celebrity earner of the bunch: iconic doll Barbie, who amassed $3.3 billion in her 49th year.

One-time (supposed) Madonna boyfriend Alex Rodriguez had a perfectly good year, with a $34 million paycheck from the Yankees and various endorsements. But that's nothing compared to golf deity Tiger Woods, who made $110 million during a year he mostly spent rehabbing from knee surgery.

Other celebs on the list were TV host Kelly Ripa ($8 million), actor Patrick Dempsey ($3.5 million), billionaire New York Mayor Michael Bloomberg ($1!), racecar driver Danica Patrick ($7 million) and radio host Rush Limbaugh ($38 million).

http://www.mtv.com/news/articles/1609004/2...s_beyonce.jhtml

Second place always got a whole lot to prove

Currently I'm kind of torn between this Pleasure P "Boyfriend #2" song.

Now granted, I understand what the memo was trying to prove on the track, so I just asked some women..

• hes basically like the back up joint
  when number 1 aint there or fulfilling ur needs....just call him


• I guess its someone who provides emotional support and/or friendship... and sex.. with the agreement that there is no commitment b/c you have a #1 in your life... so basically they know their role...

These were pretty much the jist of the argument. So a guy responds perfectly to it.

Ain't nothing but a side joint. Bitches juss try to claim u as bf #2 to feel less ho-ish but eh.. to each's own..

Can't even fault him for it, because I kind of felt him. My initial reply:

"basically her main nigga aint making the pussy happy, taking her on dates, spending time, so she gets somebody else to do all the dirty work, while the main nigga reaps the benefits, and she prolly wont even leave dude.... "

The fucked up part, dudes are excepting this. I was having a conversation with Semora yesterday, and we have it damn near daily. And it came out as so: "You cant be giving out good dick to everybody all willy nilly."

Boyfriend #2 aint shit but "Friend-e-fits". Somebody who knows your situation, but honestly don't give a fuck about it. Granted, this may be the same person who tries to grab that cape and save you in the time of need, but in all honesty.. You can't save somebody who's already been rescued.

Example: She got a man. Y'all talk, she tell you all their business. Tosses you some pussy in hopes that you'll remain close. You all do. They break up, she comes running to you.

• Don't do it. She/he cheated on their spouse, and "rantoldthat" to you bout it. They aint in your best interest.


• Once a cheater, always a cheater.


• I take that back because I cheated once, sue me.

So what I did was asked a SINGLE friend of mine. [The one who pretty much told me to speak on this topic]. She agreed with me. We both hate it. Now seeing as two single people who hate the friends with benefits, boyfriend #2 thing, it makes sense. Now.. I asked a girl in a relationship via Facebook, her response...

"I dont see anything wrong with having a friend. He's there to uplift my spirits and be there when my man isn't"

WHAT type of fluids do some of you women drink? Starting to think its petroleum because someone's gassed your heads to believe you can have your cake and eat it. You can't. Fucked up part of the cycle is they DESPISE when a guy does the same thing., and ACKNOWLEDGES the "friend-e-fits"

I dont know ANY dude that wont take up an offer of friends with benefits. Period. I know some that have caught feelings for the female, but she insisted she didn't want a relationship and liked the way things were working. UNTIL... lol.. until she realized:

1. He had every right to pursue other women and possibly fuck them.


2. Aint shit she could do but live with the fact she was offered a full benefits job, but insisted on working part time.


3. He/She has flipped the scenario and worked it in their benefits.

With that said.. how do YOU feel about Boyfriend #2?

Wise Words from a Decent Man

I'm impressed. First blog on the new site and I hope you are too. Still some things that need to be fixed on it, and this is the "working" layout for it..so forgive the construction.

Remember back in the blackplanet days...instead of saying you were too lazy to fix codes on your page "under construction" was your bread and butter? Lol.

I don't really know where to start so whatever. Basically I've been busy the past few days, dealing with family things as well as finishing up ski season. Yes black people ski. Hate ignorance when people act like we don't. Next conquest is white water rafting. I'm diversifying..

With the blog comes with new outlooks:

• » All women I once talked to...done. A man needs change, and can't do it with the same cast. Think of the original three "American Pie" movies. The first three were cool...but some shit drags on too far.


• » Sex. While there will be plenty, some shit will be kicked back to avoid hurting females I'm currently inside of.


• » "I don't want to be a casualty of your blog"...I don't strive to put you out there. Period. So in all fairness names are withheld. You know who you are. Simple.

Moving right along I've learned a lot from this ski season...maneuver well and try not to trip over your own feet. Stay focused on the next three moves. And it works in life as well.

In the transition of the blog, all the old shit is there. Let me tell you my motivation:

Dee: Even when you get on my nerves, still my best friend on this planet. I finally started LISTENING to the stuff you were saying, and its gradually making sense. I love you gree-dee. Enough of the soppy shit.

Netta- love this woman dearly. If there was anyone who thought like me and could share interest in things its her. She was my original reasoning for blogging. I love you buddy.

Aaronica- she actually helped me put this whole thing together. Without her this would be strictly blogspot. If not facebook notes. I suggest you read her blog because she updates daily. So when I don't..she's there.

Devon- fashion citizen. Met him off twitter but adopted him as fam off the break. In a nutshell... Haute couture.

Semora- Yes, you made the cut too. lol. Crazy enough, you endorse me and have a LOT of new insight to the things I know now. Preciate it.

Bianca: Yes, even you. Lately you've been around, either for arguments, or even just being the person I'm on again off again with. Have to get that together interim...
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Let me get this out too. All the women who didn't want relationships, bullshitted, fucked just to see if I was about what I wrote..thanks. I used to think you were meaningless outside of the physical, but my wit is tested daily with you all. Luckily persistence is a dish I eat ONCE for leftovers.

Speaking of not wanting relationships... But wanting the benefits. Peep this. It won't fly. You WILL pay for your meal. You WILL get a student or child ticket to a movie. And if you get mad...charge it. I'm pulling rank and quite frankly...friends don't pay for friends shit. I'm being courteous.

Fuck buddies...I'm learning to love them. Since women insinuate they like the benefits without the work...pretty much a part time job...yes.. I'm now am equal opportunity employer. If woman and sex are a synonymous name.. "temp agency" works.

- fucking a man who has a girl..sure its fun..until you realize...your on a sinking boat.
- your on call. Matter fact..text. Side booty gets characters..
- affection minimal. Hugs...cuddling? You better grab that pillow and cling close. Won't be NONE of that...round here.

I have to conserve...so tomorrow...keep posted.

Fin

"I Want You All to Run a Train On My Face"

First off, good morning, hope your weekend was exciting, because its Monday. You realize we have a whole five days of entertainment before the weekend right? [sadface]. Prior to my Colorado venture this weekend to end ski season, a few things should be said.

• The new blog should be launched next Monday. Not today, but next Monday. So far it's progressing well thanks to the help of Aaronica. I think you need to check her blog out as well. Seems like her and I have similar interests and talk about relatively the same things. Of course mine have a strong gear to sex. I'm trying to stray from that a little bit and talk about some settle things that actually matter. But the format wont change. However check out Aaronica's Blog


• I'm attempting to have my hands in more than one pot. So far I have:

1. ThankMe-Later Blog


2. His & Hers Show

That's out the way, moving right along. I've come to terms with nightlife, and have made an agreement with the "club scene"

• I refuse to spend $100 every week or two on a new "outfit", just to wear once.


• I will cut back my alcohol consumption. Spending $80-100 a weekend on alcohol is a travesty.


• I will no longer engage in late night "sweep calls". I received a text at 12:18am at Love from someone I haven't talked to since September. Comes down to it, her and I were heavily having sex, until she did what most do, find a steady man.

Obviously getting the text message meant one of two things: Either the two of them broke up and she's trying to get back into the mingling single world, or shes just bullshitting to see if I'll bite. I didn't. Told her me and E were at the club and had no intentions of cutting the night short. Needless to say now I'm probably not in her phonebook anymore. I don't care. Sadly mistaken if you don't think I can't find better. I've had good pussy, bad pussy, pussy I've regretted, and then there's "her" type of pussy. The "Shooting Star Pussy"

Shooting Star Pussy (n) [Describes a person, a place, and sometimes....a thing]: Sexual intercourse every once in a while you wish for, yet once you get it, you remember the main reason for why you don't take the effort to pursue it.

I think women call the male version of this something too. I've heard "stalker, hawks..you get the idea".

I also seen one thing that I could respect..at an 18+ club. I'm almost scared to say it, but yeah. Chest tattoos are the new "thing" now. Last summer women tried the foot tattoos, until they realized that majority either had fat feet, or just didn't have the funds to maintain their pedicures. So this summer the new "location" to have a tattoo is right above your titty meat. Not right directly ON it though. Remember like 10 years ago when everybody mother had that ugly ass blank panther with the red claw marks in one of three locations?

1. Titty


2. Thigh


3. Arm

Not sexy.

Public Service Announcement. Dudes, if you see a female you like at the club, tell her. One thing I hate the most is a nigga that will walk around the girl all night and not say shit. [Calling myself guilty as I did this with Tamira minus the walking around her, but for some reason.. it still panned out. Picture that] Hi Tamira...

But back to topic.. 18+ nightclubs. Second time I did it. In some cases it was good, some cases it was bad.

Good:

• Saw girl I went to high school with, granted I didn't pay her much attention all four years, regardless of us usually sitting behind each other in EVERY class. But at 22...she could get it two times everyday, and four times on Sunday.


• Walking around with alcohol while everyone else can't. Must say, it's empowering to have my pick of women due to the fact they know I can drink, I'm older than them, and everyone knows young women have a tendency...yeah.


• Seeing a joint that you wouldn't talk to as a senior in high school because she was a sophomore. Priceless. "Are you [insert faux name]? My have you grown.

Bad:

• The music. I don't know if its because of the young djs, the dude on the microphone walking around chanting like Khalid, or the fact that the DJ is so siced to be playing at a nightclub that they only play 35 seconds of every song..But it was annoying.


• X Factor: So many lovely women, until you realize they have that X on their hand. Its not a bad thing bew bew... however your body, and the birth date on your ID have me contemplating many things. One of them being "Am I going to have to sacrifice my Saturdays of getting literally fucked up because she can't get into the spots I'd go?"


• Energetic Dudes: I literally thought one dude was going to do a back flip in the club. No bullshit.

Adams Morgan at 1AM is a WHOLE OTHER STORY. My god. You have to be LUCKY to pull one. Because this is how it works being a dude standing on the sidewalk at Adams Morgan. And how things look.

Sexy female with her gay friends, ugly female with a phat ass, ugly female with a bamma ass nigga, sexy female with her man, that drunk bitch that walks up and down to show her outfit off, sexy female with her sexy friends minus that one joint that mugs everybody to make sure NOBODY tries their hand.

Then.. I said fuck it.. I tried it. Seen a girl with liquid leggings on. And everyone knows how I go when I see those. E and the boys can vouch for me. She walks past, her friend behind her, but I aint eem care:

Me: Thank you for pulling the liquid leggings off right. Giving women something to strive for.

Her: [STUCK faced because she thought I was going to be rude or harsh. She turns around, smiles] Aww, thank you, I be trying.

Me: Aint much to try from here. But stay classy.

She looks back one more time just for validation that my outfit was cool, and the niggas I was with were just as cool. We are. But I had to let her go, because the white women on the opposite side of the sidewalk starting talking in Ad-libs and shit. Funny as it was, I told E "DAMNIT, I wont see shawty again [even though I did]

My fingers sleepy. Part two later.