So What'cha Saying?

I probably could type half of this blog you’re about to read better, but lately has been one of those “I could give a fuck, but I don’t give a fuck” type of ordeals. I still have my google reader set up to read particular blogs, no doubt I do, but in the meantime I’ve been living. And that’s taken up the bulk of my time. I’ve actually gotten quite cozy female wise, and been entertaining that more than you think. Sure...there will be people who text and call considering the fact, but I probably “could give a fuck, but I don’t give a fuck”. So what have I been up to. Plenty.

I woke up one day, same as usual. One pants leg before the other, brushed teeth, mouthwash, washed face, clippers to the beard...the ever typical of myself. Then..I did something I dont normally do. I looked in the mirror. Shit..I was surprised. I think the last time I looked in the mirror this long was the night I spent the night at “Bays” house. Now don’t confuse “Baywith “Bay” that Florida term, it’s nothing of the such. Basically..she was a female I had entertained for a couple years via the social...then once she got out of her long-term relationship decided to use me as a fuck thing. Sure...you’d think thats no problem. But I’m like this with mine.

“Why give you something for free someone’s willing to pay for?”

Moving the fuck on. That ended abruptly. I see her out every now and again, but I’ll look, she’ll look, and I’ll walk right past her. I dont see the novelty in being with someone for years, then mysterious become single and want to “explore options”. You aint missed much sweetheart. She’ll probably read this a/or here about this thinking I’m bashing. I’m not. Promise. I’m past it. Go Cardinals.

In recent months I’ve reflected. Thought a lot. Just like Netta (semi-literate.blogspot.com), I’m a control freak. Yeah, some shit I might ask you to do I might not do myself. It’s a trial and error thing. If you try it and its an error, hey...maybe I don’t need to do it. This comes down to everything from watching television, to penetration, to shit..even trying articles of clothing. I’m just that way. Notice how many “I’s” you’ve seen in this blog. Before I was an “us” and “we” type of alpha male. Too many love longs in my day. Glad we’ve come to terms.

Things I hate that bitches do. Dont get me wrong. the term “bitch” is used in a fashionable sense because according to some women..its not “right” to call them that. Which leads me to the firs thing I hate. Women who instigate and carry on an argument over something so feeble. Granted sure...the make up sex helps. But:

I hate to fucking argue. As a man my only form of defense is to get loud. I’m 23, and have made more women cry than I thought I’d reach by 25. I’m not ATTEMPTING to set a record. Sometimes..I’m LETTING you be right. Just so we can move past it. Shut the fuck up now.
Women who feel the need to bash a male and or female because you weren’t chosen. This goes for males too: Be clear, you weren’t the one. Someone loves you, it just wont be from that particular person. Grab your duffle, your muzzle, and pack it up, shut it down. I’ve been a casualty of this dumb shit once this year.

“Not Really Going To” Sexsters”. Dont go texting me bribing me with pussy. Just give me a time and place. I’ve noticed this shit is like a worldwide epidemic, so its NOT just people local to myself. Those “What you doing tonight texts”..Only to tell me you have plans and or you’re staying in the house. I’ve developed a policy. Answer ALL text messages in 8-16 minute intervals. Make em wait.


I havent quite figured life out yet..But I know this..sooner or later I’ll be 60, 70 years old. And I’ll probably look back in this blog like “damn I did this and that wrong”. That’s a part of my life. And I continue to fuck up. It’s an adventure. Long as I dont die, or have some life altering situation where I have to hide in a box, I’m bound to make a mistake. I’m intitled to it. You’ll hear about it. It’s like drinking a pack of Four Lokos on a Saturday night. It’s so necessary.I hate to fucking argue. As a man my only form of defense is to get loud. I’m 23, and have made more women cry than I thought I’d reach by 25. I’m not ATTEMPTING to set a record. Sometimes..I’m LETTING you be right. Just so we can move past it. Shut the fuck up now.
Women who feel the need to bash a male and or female because you weren’t chosen. This goes for males too: Be clear, you weren’t the one. Someone loves you, it just wont be from that particular person. Grab your duffle, your muzzle, and pack it up, shut it down. I’ve been a casualty of this dumb shit once this year.

“Not Really Going To” Sexsters”. Dont go texting me bribing me with pussy. Just give me a time and place. I’ve noticed this shit is like a worldwide epidemic, so its NOT just people local to myself. Those “What you doing tonight texts”..Only to tell me you have plans and or you’re staying in the house. I’ve developed a policy. Answer ALL text messages in 8-16 minute intervals. Make em wait.I havent quite figured life out yet..But I know this..sooner or later I’ll be 60, 70 years old. And I’ll probably look back in this blog like “damn I did this and that wrong”. That’s a part of my life. And I continue to fuck up. It’s an adventure. Long as I dont die, or have some life altering situation where I have to hide in a box, I’m bound to make a mistake. I’m intitled to it. You’ll hear about it. It’s like drinking a pack of Four Lokos on a Saturday night. It’s so necessary.

...Using the Internet To Find S/O's.

....I've had flings, fucks, friendships, and relationships all from the internet. Shit is what it is. I'm not out running the streets, not a hustler, and not a heavy clubber. I dont pride ymself off beign a club groupie, in there every thursday, knowing the bouncers and whatnot. However I do. How? The internet. The same people I'll end up meeting at a club...have Facebook, twitter, etc. What would be the difference in me saying:

1.) I met my wife at the club. She added me on Facebook, we talked for a while, started dating.
or
2.) I met my wife on Facebook. we knew each other for a while, followed each other, spontaneously met at a club, and started dating.

Its all the same. In the age and era we live in. The internet is not only a source of security, but of information. If you think the only thing the internet personas can offer you are "conversation", then you are one step closer. Whats going to happen when you have a conversation with a guy whos so savvy with his words, that woos you? "Oh I met you online, I dont do that" is what you're going to say? C'mon.. Be realistic.

The internet is a pre-requiste to the real world. If you can't make it on here, you have no business living in the real world. Period.

Glad I'm Grown.

A lot of women have come in and out my life. Not many I cared for, some that were strictly sexual, and then, theres "those bitches". Now granted, I aint talked or blogged about many in the past two months, just because, I was evaluating... these bitches. I only call them "these bitches" because theres so many of them, its quite easy to take the pricetag of a woman off of them, and label them this. Lately theres been a few. Mainly because they see me happy. Which is cool. I've come to terms that you "get what you pay for".

Now since August, I've blogged less mainly because I been content with my own shit. I've fucked less, talked shit less, and as a result, less drama has ensued. I told myself by December 1st, all drama would cease. It's June 15th, and only one issue remained. Bitches. I say this laughing because I used to be a bad guy. I think Summer of 2009 was my worst year ever living. I fucked just for the sake of fucking. Flirted with the idea of never getting caught. And most times, I didn't. But that shit gets old. Time to settle down have my own.

All my boys have their girlfriends. And all my female friends have they dudes. They lined them up perfectly, right before Black Friday. Unique. I'm proud of them. Cool.

My inspiration to blog again came from many places I guess. People have been like "Greg, why you been slacking". Well quite frankly my life aitn for the pen and pad anymore. Trying to settle down, get shit correct. Trying to have one woman I sleep with on the regular. Maybe create a kid or something as much as I be speaking of how I'm tired of being a bachelor and shit.

But then things dawn on me:

1. I know a lot of women who lie. I've had a woman lie to me about dreaming of fucking another man. Then lied about hanging with a dude she used to fuck. Like come on. I can lie a WHOLE lot better and more consistently than you sweetheart. Would you LIKE to play this game of Tit-for-tat? Or just be real about yours? Exactly.
2. I know a lot of friends should be associates. Simply, many of yall aint shit. And real recgonize real. You're looking real unfamiliar right now.
3. My Phone's silent feature is great: Fuck your message. Ill get to it when life bores me and I pull my phone out my pocket.

But forreal though. Let me stop slandering women. I know y'all read my blogs like "damn hes always going through it". I do be. Regardless of the age. 30 year old. 26 year old. 19 year old. 24 year old. Women are the same. Men are too but I dont swing that way. So focus on the sex with the vaginal region.

Sometimes that "Its not the way it has to go, its just what I prefer" hits close to home. Some things simply go better my way. You dont have to agree. I lead a simple life but people seems to be prone to drama and controversy. Must be nice. Not my twist.

....Thank Me Right Now, Please. Dont Wait.

Welcome back.

Whew.. Where has time gone? Well since the last you've heard of me I've been through plenty. Like really, I been through shit most would find impossible. Not like flying off a building and landing standing up, but forreal. So I've been attempting to pump out 30 in 30. Feel like I can do it. I owe y'all. Where can I start? The women who've been in and out of my life? Nah....thats too easy. Lets focus on me. I've found out a LOT about myself in the past 8-9 months. I reflected, I asked others, shit...I even READ BOOKS. Yes. Me. Read books. I'm already smart as shit, but Kindles! KINDLES!

A friend of mine (yes, they are still a friend) told me I was selfish. Insecure. Rude. Self-Obsorbed. Amongst other things.

They aint wrong. I'm an asshole. Personally I prefer ME, over you. If they had to off you or me...It'd be you. I am a firm believer of the "Dont Snitch" movement. Regardleof the tattle tales on First 48 I watch ever so much. However. My self pleasure is much more than what you can give me. Kanye said it best. "I dont need your pussy bitch I'm on my own dick".

And I am. I promise. I learned plenty. Women like men that they cant have. Bitches like to control situations they really cant. Married individuals lie. Single individuals lie. The truth hurts. And exes are just that. Exes.

In retrospect of Drakes' album coming out...I felt it was only proper for me to start it off on his release date. Now mind you....my blog has been the same since Room For Improvement was hot. It just so happened my theories of his album coming out AFTER another Birdman & TQ album was wrong. Congrats. But this my blog. I downloaded your shit.

Tomorrow I'll go in. 29 to go.

Moist Satin Sheets: Make You So Wet, I'll hydroplane.

...So I come to, and we're in her bed. Naked, shes' on top of me, I'm underneath her. She's still going for it. Pussy pulsating on my dick as I'm still hard, anticipating her sliding up and down to a rhythm that must be just in her head. Pussy so wet, feels like I'm hydroplaning inside of her, uncontrollably as she cries and moans with each stroke.

She lowers her head as she puts it on my chest, biting my shoulder, licking down my neck as I go deeper. I roll over and put her on her stomach. Planting myself on top of her, I roll a handful of hair into my fist, as her neck jerks back, she lets out a moan. I grab her throat with the other hand, gently, before I put my index finger in her mouth. She nibbles on it, then starts to suck it slowly as if she was planting her tongue on the base of my penis as she pleasured me. I let her, as I start to go into deep circles as the second hand on the clock behind me on her dresser clicks repeatedly.

Her body so gorgeous, I'm wondering how it look from the inside. I caught the vibes from her pussy muscles making conversation with my shaft as I dug deeper, hitting down bottom as she started whispering in my ear. Giving it to her like I owe her something, I know she shallow so I take it deeper. I plan on cumming as long as she want it, so I pick her up by the waist as her hands reaching for the sheets to grab. Dick completely inside, I let her fall backwards as my back hits the mattress and she glides her pussy down on me once again, this time in reverse cowgirl position.

You see, I have a slight obsession with letting a woman enjoy herself as I enjoy her so this time I picked the proper place to do things. On the edge of the bed mirror facing her directly as she watches herself enjoying me. The sun peaking through the blinds I peep out the corner of my eyes but I let her continue to get to it as I palm her ass with the left hand and bite my lower lip from the feeling I'm getting. She's getting aggressive with it, as she pounces off it grabs my hand and tells me she wants to take me somewhere I never been. So I let her.

She walk to the balcony where she tells me to grab the railing. So I do. She starts to caress my back, and down my spine, lower to my ass as she takes me in her mouth for a couple minutes. Caressing my love below with her throat, as she wrestles my pants off me leg by leg. Of course you know me, looking around for a spectator, don't see many, but the sun is coming up, and we're only on the second floor from what it looks like. So she turns herself around and put one leg on the railing, the other still standing, meanwhile telling me to have my way with her.

I face dive into her as I lick south to east, then insert my tongue slightly to see what she tastes like again. Familiar..and I like it. So I continue. Pussy juice falling from my face I let her grind her gym-trained body on the tip of my tongue, while it dampens my facial hair. Once I felt I had enough of a facial cleansing...I insert myself from the back to her liking. Only difference is now i picked up her second leg to the point the only thing that is supporting her is the railing she's holding. So we're fucking. I'm digging deeper as she howls and screams as I dig deeper. The early morning traffic is coming, the coolness of the pool below our suite combined with the breeze is giving off a sensation that we both can only describe with the motions of out bodies.

As I begin to lick down her back, we realize there are people watching, cars driving past slowing down, but it doesn't matter. The more people watch, the more she wants to do, so she thrust herself back onto my dick, at this point throbbing beyond belief. She lets out a cry that she's cumming and her legs shake uncontrollably. In efforts to cum in unison I start to stroke down at an angle in efforts to hit that G-spot more as she bounces back.

And just as we both decide to cum, the railing begins to give way, we both fall forward towards the pool ahead of us. We both open our eyes in confusion as we are back in the suite, but the only thing that is wet...

Are those Satin Sheets.

Its Not the way it has to go..It's just not how it was.- TwoThousandTen

They say, "Damn Greg, were you been man? I know you been hiding..", I simply reply.. I been living. What else can I do? 2009 was one of my worse years. Fucked up that 7 is my favorite number, and 9 is so close. Dont judge me, I know it didnt mean nothing. And well..sicne I'm sittign here typing, I might as well add. The female I was dating and me= scraped. Out of respect for her I wish her well, regardless of the fact she wished bad Karma on me, and to never be happy. [That's the type females I attract I guess. The ex of 2008 said the same shit. Sue me.]

But I digress, she and me were on two paths walking in two different directions. Tried to make some shit work, but it wasnt. No details. But we no longer speak. Numbers been deleted. Profiles been private. Shit just changed. For the better. I had that period where I didnt want it to be over. Where I did the partial stalking shit like "I wonder what she's doing".. or thinking the worse..."What nigga is she fucking". Then I realized...I could build a bridge and walk over it with sneakers of fire. So I did. Next time we speak will be via ferry, I can tell you that. Forward motion, right? Right.

Its 2010...Single, pissing off females. I pissed off a chick I was getting to know during and post the breakup as a friend or whatever, mainly because of her inhibitions. Dont know how I attract females who look good, but their mindframes...strange. But homegirl was ugh. Then another woman..not girl cause she's a few years older [as most of them have been lately 25+], but um... long story short we've known each other for the better part of two years. She had broken up with the ex of ten+ years and we decided to kick it, just friend like. Obviously later rather than sooner, sex and everything transpired. Emotions got kicked in the air, and we jumped for them. Only problem is when we both came down, the portion I grabbed wasnt the same as hers. I understand now as I write this though. She has to get over the relationship. But I rather he do it without me being a spectator, and maybe in due time I'll try again or something. I can't fade it now though. My patience wearing thiner than see through leggins in the new year.

Amungst other shit. I been low key as possible. Gave up the Twitter lifestyle as a result. Is funny how life dries up like a prune in the sun when you arent accessible by the minute. Can't fake like I aint loving it. I had 900+ contacts in my phone. A few that when I looked at them I was like "umm..who's she"; Including:

1. "Really...Who are you"
2. Alexis
3. Howard Girl
4. Red Wine from Silver Spring

>>> I can't even afford to make a mistake and call them thinking I know them. I'm sure numbers been changed, phones mysteriously lost..off that "I lost my phone and got a new one" shit. So..I developed amnesia like Jason Bourne since I can't read minds like Sookie. [Ha...my new True Blood infatuation. Fangbang-esque.] <<<

Last year taught me plenty. Life aint about who you know. Shit, even the people I thought I knew aint know themselves. Sure, I have them moments I wish everything I wrote was getting retweeted, or commented on facebook..but The life I live aint the life I lead. Which is good. Hopefully my blogs take into account of that.

To know me is to..... theres a new me. -Drake

Can't really believe I went and quoted ol' boy, even though my blog is named after his cd which I hope aint slumming like his recent june09-Present material.

I made a mission on New Years Eve: Reach out to everyone one last time by 1-09-10 in hopes to reel them in. But of course, plenty got cement feet, so I'm letting em drown. Glad I saved who I could, but I can't let too many on my boat and expect to make it onto shore. Just maintenance of my mind I guess...

Theres a couple females around. When they matter, I'm sure I wont talk about them. In efforts to be somewhat more personal, and to avoid having a mishap of a girl I'm fucking with knowing a girl I'm talking to [while I'm still single I presume].. I just keep it to myself. I'm liking that idea. Lets see how many times I hear "I dont want to end up in one of your blogs" this year. I'm sure I'll be back around. Less of course, but when I do.. it'll be lengthy reads. Who's drinking? I'm buying. Lets toast to a New Year. I'm different. Clap for him.

Sleeping With The Enemy. She Was A Friend to Me..

I know I know. I aint blogged in a while. Been living. Heres something for you to read, indulge in it.
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You should let me lay you down in the bathtub that I just ran for you.
Warm water with massage salt and vanilla sugar aroma to make your body
smell good. Then I can wash your body starting with your feet. Me
kissing your feet, sucking on each toe. Then after that, I kiss between
your thighs, blow air slowly into your the back of your kneecaps.

Then I want to bite you gently on the asscheeks while I lick around your
lower back and kissing it as well. Rubbing your pussy from the front,
your cremin on my fingers, I can feel the thickness of your juices on my
fingers. I pick you up out of the bathtub like a newborn baby. Wrap you
in a warm towel, and carry you in my arms to the bedroom.

Still wet and dripping from the bathtub, I rip the bedsheets off the bed
and lay you down on them. Kissing your body up and down while you lay on
the satin shets covered with white and pink roses that I layed out. With
some Slow music playing on the playlist in the background...I lay you
flat on your stomach.

Pull out the warm sensation body oils and begin to rub down your
neck....then I progress to your upper back. I climb on top of you from
the back...and start kissing on your neck. You feel my dick pulsating
through my "I love you" boxers that I wore specially for this evening.
My dick gradually sliding up and around your ass, your fiending for me
to just take you. So I pull them down, and slide it in your pussy while
you lie on your stomach.

Then I slide it halfway in. You instantly creme for it. Slowly moaning,
I ask you if you enjoy the pre show that I am giving you. You say
yes...but this is the beginning of a very long night.

I push deeper inside of you. My dick greets your belly button is. That's
how far I'm inside of you. Sucking on your ears and kissing behind them
as I work my dick in 180 degree circles, full
circles....in....out....left and right or your pusy walls.

You like that? Trust me...there's more.