<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8035448905268720574</id><updated>2024-09-24T08:39:02.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Lip Confessions</title><subtitle type='html'>MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!! TASTY</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redlipconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8035448905268720574/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redlipconfessions.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8035448905268720574/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Biffy Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352856880224878677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCMhYapO5RfvaDMdk7DmrT75qD0nSOsu_X8EXfoVr6XzXy5OH6MTZRqFJdhhRJenuppUX5UvJKtv-mCmqgmkIeUt56c3QANoL-3X1Iu-COP4zOAT8LyJAKzVZa4jEnHw/s220/photo+%283%29.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8035448905268720574.post-2351694012851441972</id><published>2014-01-18T04:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2014-01-18T04:47:36.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like it or Nahh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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I have noticed that if you are a woman you are not suppose to be outwardly sexual because it is frowned upon. I have learned that people tend to judge a woman for being sexual which I think is pretty ridiculous! I have been a victim of this myself. Some men that I have dealings with in the past didn&#39;t necessarily liked that I blogged about sex or that I was so open with strangers about my love life. I found that quite funny and very judgmental but I guess that comes with the territory. If I am divulging all this info about myself someone out there isn&#39;t going to agree with me or be on my side. I expect that I want that because I respect people&#39;s criticism but when it&#39;s malicious I don&#39;t tolerant that.&lt;br /&gt;
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I think that what I write about could possibly help another&amp;nbsp;person. I know that I&amp;nbsp;go thru things on a daily basis when it comes to men and relationships. Why not share my experiences and my take on things whether it be&amp;nbsp;sexual or not. Some people&#39;s opinions are just that opinions! The fact&amp;nbsp;that a person tries to belittle what I am doing let&#39;s me know that I am doing the right thing. &lt;br /&gt;
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I am very aware of my sexuality and I think that&#39;s frightening to men in some way. I often think there is no such thing of penis envy...it&#39;s pussy envy!! That&#39;s one thing you can&#39;t control is what I say or write about in my blog...whether it be about my sexual encounters or hail dates I have went on. I am gonna speak about sex...dicks...pussy..oral sex...bad sex..good sex..stupid men..dumb women...Whatever I choose to write about!! &lt;br /&gt;
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As I am in my last year of my twenties I find myself very accepting of myself! I am more confident about who I am and what I want. I am no skinny girl and that fact that I can look in the mirror with everything hanging out whether it be a belly or bulge I find myself loving every minute it! I don&#39;t care about what people say or think about me anymore. That includes my sexuality as well but that doesn&#39;t mean I don&#39;t respect myself. It doesn&#39;t mean that I&#39;m a whore or slut. It means that I know who I am. That is human!&lt;br /&gt;
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He just showed up with his neatly trimmed beard and his long dreads with a look of sorrow on his face. I couldn&#39;t believe it! &quot;How did he get here?&quot; Is what I&#39;m thinking to myself. Telling me how sorry he was for leaving the way that he did. I knew right then that I was dreaming or was it a nightmare. He wouldn&#39;t have the balls to tell me that to my face in real life. After I woke up from that dream I knew immediately that my day was going bad because it was the feeling of being mistreated that came over me.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;It finally got to me because I never really cried about it even though it&#39;s been two years since this happens. How could I be still affected by his mere presence in a dream? All I was thinking about was him looking me in my eye and telling me that he wouldn&#39;t hurt me and that he loved me. It just pierced me and then all the pain started to come out. I cried like I never have before and that was the part that really hurt me.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Knowing that I was a good person towards him and I didn&#39;t get that return. I know it&#39;s been a long time but like I said I never really dealt with the feelings towards it. I just put it on the back burner and expected it to burn out on its own. It didn&#39;t do that it got real hot and exploded back on me. It affected me and I thought I was in the clear. It&#39;s the reason why I am numb and I can&#39;t feel for someone like I once did before.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;I don&#39;t want this to cause me to become the bitter woman and never trust anybody. I know a few women like that and it&#39;s not pretty. I don&#39;t want to be label as such. At the same time I don&#39;t to accept anything that comes my way but I don&#39;t want to have a nose so far up that I miss out on a good person. I realized that putting things on the back burner is not good. I realize that I can&#39;t dwell on what he did because he has to deal with that not me. ﻿&lt;/div&gt;
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I was lost when it came to knowing what I wanted vs what I needed when it came &amp;nbsp;to a man. As much as I sit and daydream about Mr. Perfect I wondered was I under the influence of society image of him. I know I have my preferences but what if my Mr. Perfect doesn&#39;t fall within my preferences. How can I decipher whether or not I&#39;m going off of what society says is a perfect man. When I was your I had my own ideology when it came to men and relationships.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;For example.. I believed that the man should be taller, older and just bigger all the way around.. I mean that&#39;s just physical and circumstantial conditions that had to be met for me at that time..I think I was definitely affected by society when it came to that. So I changed that outlook because that was very silly to me. I&#39;m only gonna date guys older and taller but the tallness really didn&#39;t matter lol.. I had a checklist and if he didn&#39;t hit a least 4 of the things on my list he was outed!! I was very simple minding then. Some of the things on that list where circumstantial which in my eyes was very petty!! &lt;br /&gt;
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I know that some &amp;nbsp;women are attracted to men based on the man&#39;s circumstantial appeal and that&#39;s fucked up!! I don&#39;t want to be with a man based on that which means circumstances can change. He can be balling today and then broke on tomorrow! I&#39;m not attracted to the shiny new shit! I rather be with a man for his character because that will never change!! I would love a guy who is sweet, caring, smart, ambitious, and unique in his own way.. Most Women fall in love with the circumstantial and then when his character is fucked up because he ain&#39;t shit without his material possessions they want to try to change them.. That&#39;s not how it goes! I hate when I hear women talk about what a man has or what his pockets are like.. I feel sadden by that type of mentality. I&#39;m not saying go after men with nothing and who are lazy.. That&#39;s far from what I mean. I&#39;m saying that don&#39;t go after a man with the wrong intentions.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;I must say men do the same thing and their image of Mrs. Perfect is confusing to me! You never know what they want and they say that men are easy to please..but yet they come with so many instructions lol..aka demands. Men are just as complicated as women. Some of them are flaw seekers and very shallow at times. They want this manufactured woman that doesn&#39;t exist! That&#39;s just my opinion and I will talk about that in another post!! But just to let you know when I say Mr. Perfect it&#39;s not indicating that he his perfect man and has everything I mean that he is a perfect man for me!&lt;br /&gt;
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I tend to be attracted to guys and like them for a day and then I&#39;m like nigga stop calling me!! I don&#39;t know why I am like that. Another thing is I second guess myself when it comes to guys. This one guy was really handsome and he had a nice body...he was so hot like The Rock hot!! He was telling me how attracted he was to me and how he couldnt&#39; wait to see me. When we went on date I didn&#39;t feel like I was his type even after he complimented me and everything. Which I hated that I felt that way because that never really happen to me before. I always have confidence in myself..I could have hair rollers in my hair and a t-shirt and I will feel confident. So I don&#39;t know why I felt that way that time.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am a romantic at heart but lately I feel cold to touch when comes to love. Not that I&#39;m thru with I think I&#39;m just going thru a phase of keeping niggas arm length at all times. Letting people get to know me and then they don&#39;t like who I really am is &amp;nbsp;a fear for me. I can&#39;t take another heart wrenching anti-love story. I don&#39;t need that in my life. When I was younger I associated sex with love and I thought that when a man is touching you, caressing you, and kissing you that he loved you. That&#39;s not the case so now I&#39;m in limbo with a numb heart. One of the guys that I was seeing told me that he missed the old Biffy! He said I was less angry which I had to sit back and look at myself. Was I really angry ? or Am I angry right now?&lt;br /&gt;
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So I am currently sitting down and writing things that I need to change or I need to love about myself! It&#39;s hard to do that because you realize all the negative things you do to others. It&#39;s like I&#39;m painting a self portrait with all my ugly qualities and that painting is hard to look at! Cause you want to see yourself as a beautiful person! You know when you are not right!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redlipconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/5304080250078225326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redlipconfessions.blogspot.com/2013/05/numb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8035448905268720574/posts/default/5304080250078225326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8035448905268720574/posts/default/5304080250078225326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redlipconfessions.blogspot.com/2013/05/numb.html' title='Numb'/><author><name>Biffy Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352856880224878677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCMhYapO5RfvaDMdk7DmrT75qD0nSOsu_X8EXfoVr6XzXy5OH6MTZRqFJdhhRJenuppUX5UvJKtv-mCmqgmkIeUt56c3QANoL-3X1Iu-COP4zOAT8LyJAKzVZa4jEnHw/s220/photo+%283%29.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhygfQ7oxlIcIgVqcT6oD3s1oWSO4JiwP3RI0n5jCVidRfjZ9zE6cJeNT2XOxfNswIZWC3G8-0QxTbDJHSXbcFbl6TJZTFjFKVl9tjURHp0gYosfPKW7WwwOOdf5FwDdVR-Onv2rdcgqYQE/s72-c/numbheart.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8035448905268720574.post-4958846829633587054</id><published>2013-05-16T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-05-16T02:53:11.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Juices &amp; Berries</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7622u3TyoVbAgygcoeavVFjjjAxkNzg0JUQPFl5EBZQtbwx4aTyjSr_lpOk36ang1Va9G6C3PPs6Gw8TlTNuvP1f__sZsuYIZE7EEYeGGjWv1-dwzkdyZyghS7kkMcgYwDYMYnVUxZ7NP/s1600/liquid+courage.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;176&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7622u3TyoVbAgygcoeavVFjjjAxkNzg0JUQPFl5EBZQtbwx4aTyjSr_lpOk36ang1Va9G6C3PPs6Gw8TlTNuvP1f__sZsuYIZE7EEYeGGjWv1-dwzkdyZyghS7kkMcgYwDYMYnVUxZ7NP/s320/liquid+courage.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When it comes to drinking I am the type of person who can get a buzz with one drink. I tend to get very &quot;Friendly&quot; and I tend to get a little sexual. So I like to be in a control environment when I do drink more than one drink. Which is my home but I realized that even in a control environment that didn&#39;t stop me from being flirtatious and bold. &amp;nbsp;Contrary to everyone&#39;s belief I am very shy and bashful and I am not at all outgoing... Alcohol for some reason gives me a extra boost &amp;nbsp;of confidence, courage and typically I say what I really feel. That right there gets me in alot of trouble!! lmao&lt;br /&gt;
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I had fixed myself a delicious snack of strawberries, sugar and a little coconut rum. It was so good Lawd!! I ate it kinda fast which is bad because &amp;nbsp;it would sneak up on me. I&#39;m having this conversation via text with this guy...now mind you this guy I have been knowing a little while and we would have funny conversations which was cool I like that because it was fun. This time we are chatting and I said say something I shouldn&#39;t have said...lol I mean I was joking but I meant it at the same time but I didn&#39;t want him to know that..lol&lt;br /&gt;
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He had ask me if I had more strawberries and I said no but I have something else you can eat lmao....I was tipsy and I was joking (yeah right). That&#39;s what gets me in trouble being hot and saying what was on my mind. He was like I&#39;m gonna come over there and I was like no you aint. lol I didn&#39;t think he would come and we talk on &amp;nbsp;the phone and I can hear him in his car and I didn&#39;t believe that he was on his way lol..but when I got the call from my gate I knew he was at my place lmao..lol...There I was with hair rollers in my head not looking sexy at all in my head.. I let him in and I tried to play hard to get while he is kissing on my neck and shit. Grabbing me and pulling me close to him... I would move away and then he would tell me to come closer which was turning me on but I was still talking shit all that playing around didn&#39;t help me so I gave in....I couldn&#39;t resist... I wanted it and he knew it. It was the best session ever!! It was like he knew exactly what I liked and needed!! Lawd Haysus....I squeeze my thighs together and tap them everytime I think about!!&lt;br /&gt;
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The moral of the story is that having liquid courage to say what&#39;s on your mind is fun and daring but at the same time if you say something that you can&#39;t back up it can get in you in trouble or &amp;nbsp;if that&#39;s what you want!!! lmao&lt;br /&gt;
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He was sexy and he knew my body like he studied it or something lol... Amazing sex but empty at the same time! No real intimacy there....it was like after all the hormones were released... the moaning ... grabbing... exhaling &amp;amp; shit and you get no emotional response back.. I didn&#39;t want that because I knew deep inside he wasn&#39;t for me! That took a bit of time for me to understand that because I thought I loved him but until I noticed that I was just another notch in his belt but at the same time I had to think about it cause he was just another one for me. I didn&#39;t love him!!! I just loved his sex game!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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The strange thing is you have to learn how to distinguish the two. Think about it tho..... having love is about sharing more than your body with someone. When you are in love it affects every part of your life. When you are just lusting over someone you want them there for the sex and you feel like you love or in love with that person but really you are not!!!  Why subject yourself to artificial love? I know it hurts so good.... That pain you feel because they don&#39;t want you as much as you want them!!! When in reality you don&#39;t want them either you are just in lust!! Just remember that you deserve better than the artificial!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Have you had the same experience?&amp;nbsp; How do you define being in love/lust? </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redlipconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/199587145907095482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redlipconfessions.blogspot.com/2013/03/artificial-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8035448905268720574/posts/default/199587145907095482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8035448905268720574/posts/default/199587145907095482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redlipconfessions.blogspot.com/2013/03/artificial-love.html' title='Artificial Love!!!'/><author><name>Biffy Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352856880224878677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCMhYapO5RfvaDMdk7DmrT75qD0nSOsu_X8EXfoVr6XzXy5OH6MTZRqFJdhhRJenuppUX5UvJKtv-mCmqgmkIeUt56c3QANoL-3X1Iu-COP4zOAT8LyJAKzVZa4jEnHw/s220/photo+%283%29.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijQg1WcDnEEorlPX1Y-R33b5ysd6kCMGzivSTTIkV16kyJAVcGG9HKopt48-Q-F6ZSaLgusu-_gPpbLEklS0mJptIOfQSOJKBUomGO7r1h67Ls3a1Kz4XOMIFA2V1SSDN77cC98z4IeOmB/s72-c/lust.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8035448905268720574.post-2173500243789931947</id><published>2013-02-18T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2013-02-18T23:31:23.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The First 15....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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Janee&#39; was set up on a date with a mutual friend of ours on a blind date. She asked me if he was cute and what the dimensions were....Lol..I told her that she would find out when she sees him for the first time. I choose not to show her any pics because I wanted it to be a real blind date! Janee&#39; was very nervous so I told her that I would be in Barnes &amp;amp; Noble that was just down the street from the restaurant. To make a long story short...Janee&#39; came back to Barnes &amp;amp; Noble and she said that he was very handsome and he had really good conversation...then she said the &quot;He CAN GET IT!!&quot;...LOL&lt;br /&gt;
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Being a woman myself I know if I meet a new guy I can tell within the first 15 minutes if I like him...If I would go the next date and if I would sleep with him. Mind you the first 5 minutes are physical and the other 10 is his introduction!!&amp;nbsp; It all about chemistry and vibes for me..but that being said even if I felt that way before he started talking that could change after he starts to talk. He can say something that would completely turn me off from him. Ignorance is one of the major turn offs among other things. The main thing is talking about sex immediately!! Why would you start talking about sex when you don&#39;t even know my real name? That one thing I can&#39;t stand!! Fellas stop putting your dick on the table as an offering....Is that all you have to offer is a nut?? That&#39;s what I&#39;m thinking when that happens...but I digress..lol. First impressions are very important because it sets the foundation!&lt;br /&gt;
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Fellas you can be fine as hell and so sexy but if stupid things come out of your mouth that totally ACCESS DENIED!! I don&#39;t think it&#39;s the same way with women because you probably would still want to hit the sheets! That&#39;s another post!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Let me know what you think!!! Comment.....Share!!!! &lt;span id=&quot;goog_1308862567&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;goog_1308862568&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redlipconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2173500243789931947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redlipconfessions.blogspot.com/2013/02/the-first-15.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8035448905268720574/posts/default/2173500243789931947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8035448905268720574/posts/default/2173500243789931947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redlipconfessions.blogspot.com/2013/02/the-first-15.html' title='The First 15....'/><author><name>Biffy Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352856880224878677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCMhYapO5RfvaDMdk7DmrT75qD0nSOsu_X8EXfoVr6XzXy5OH6MTZRqFJdhhRJenuppUX5UvJKtv-mCmqgmkIeUt56c3QANoL-3X1Iu-COP4zOAT8LyJAKzVZa4jEnHw/s220/photo+%283%29.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhityMwFY3Y4lbnFmE5ACaWMhn2Rht2EKIv-fDVlwUUuNX46lH_gRHWfH6F2OxfEGPWxxqz0iwF2gUHMaBJSAt88CiHstT9o2inae35TOT_tjxfpu4pHbW99ZTdkJoV35cLs7XPTj6eKB3G/s72-c/15M_Logo_Large_Both.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8035448905268720574.post-9151927483915542235</id><published>2012-12-15T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-12-15T23:21:00.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Healing A Broken Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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Having a broken heart is the worst feeling in the world. It affects you psychologically, physically, and emotionally.&amp;nbsp; I never had a kid before but I believe that heartbreak is worst than giving birth. I mean think about it...it only last for hours and then you are happy at the end because you have a person who loves you unconditionally. Heartbreak should be right next to a getting burned with fire. It&#39;s this pain that&#39;s deep down in your soul and it kicks your heart over and over again. I hate that feeling especially when you know you were there for that person in ways you haven&#39;t for others. It makes you think of all the cruel and mean things you can do to them for hurting you. Trust I have had that feeling where you want to go to his momma house and slap the shit out of her for not swallowing...Sorry I Had A Flashback!!! LOL..&lt;br /&gt;
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I know it hurts very bad but you have to get over it. That is easier said than done because it can take months to years to get over someone that you love. There are things that you can do to get over a person not necessarily 
quickly because you can&#39;t shut off loving someone immediately. The first thing is...You have to come to grip that person wasn&#39;t the one, in fact they probably were never the one if you think about it. Were you really in love?&amp;nbsp; Did you actually love them? Was it just the sex? Or Was it because you just settled? These are question you need to answer yourself.&lt;br /&gt;
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The second thing is stop all contact with this person!! Delete them from your phone even though you may know their number by heart! Delete them from all social medias! What if he/she post a pic of woman/man? That would make you feel even worse! You have to get rid of all pictures and anything that reminds you of them. My ex left a whole closet of clothes in my hallway closet!! I gave them to Good Will and I gave his exercise equipment away! I had to get rid of it because when I look at it I would think of him...&lt;br /&gt;
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Lastly to get over someone you have to get over yourself. You have to stop beating yourself up because it&#39;s not your fault they broke your heart! Stop making yourself sick and depressed! You have to look at this as a blessing for something better! Take your time and get to know yourself and if possible don&#39;t get into another relationship so soon.... Also...Also...Also don&#39;t become the Bitter Bitch or the Bitter Dog!! Don&#39;t make it hard for the next person and take it out on them!&amp;nbsp; With all that being said Love yourself first and all else will follow!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redlipconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/9151927483915542235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redlipconfessions.blogspot.com/2012/12/healing-broken-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8035448905268720574/posts/default/9151927483915542235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8035448905268720574/posts/default/9151927483915542235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redlipconfessions.blogspot.com/2012/12/healing-broken-heart.html' title='Healing A Broken Heart'/><author><name>Biffy Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352856880224878677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCMhYapO5RfvaDMdk7DmrT75qD0nSOsu_X8EXfoVr6XzXy5OH6MTZRqFJdhhRJenuppUX5UvJKtv-mCmqgmkIeUt56c3QANoL-3X1Iu-COP4zOAT8LyJAKzVZa4jEnHw/s220/photo+%283%29.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJO5EJ7fadEz_T5-U33ycViywTzAQZTSgVnAXFEis5wuQDPLnQGQXn9AfmZsPF2JWtebIisqh72kIIypqwUDZO5JLAZyjvxlACKmh2n9pQozm1_xGT8esclTcw1GIq5kSv0cXIpyoytvdx/s72-c/crying-tears.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8035448905268720574.post-38529119103187828</id><published>2012-12-07T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-12-07T22:24:47.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be That Bitch!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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When I was younger I had a much slender body type but I was always had a nice womanly shape. As I look back on my life when I really was conscience of my body I always thought I was big. Clearly I wasn&#39;t at all when I look at the pics. I always had an issue with my body whether it was my skin color or how big my calves were. There always was an issue that I had with myself. That trickled down in my dating life when I was younger because I would automatically think a guy wouldn&#39;t like me..because A. I&#39;m not skinny..B. I&#39;m dark skinned! Those where the factors that affected me really heavily. I know it was petty!!&lt;br /&gt;
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I would ask guys that I have dated and were no longer dating questions. What about me you didn&#39;t like or What about me turned you off? The answered I received was that I had a lack of confidence about myself. That hurt because I knew it was true! I hated the way I looked because I wasn&#39;t the girl in the video or the girl all the guys were drooling over in the club. I know that was petty again but that&#39;s how I felt. When you look in the mirror and you don&#39;t like what you see or better yet love what you see you tend to feel like you don&#39;t deserve happiness or love.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have recently grown out of that and I finally I am free from the negativity about myself. I have so much confidence in myself some people might say that I&#39;m cocky! I am not cocky...lol I just appreciate myself more and I love my body. I love the fact that I&#39;m chocolate and thick! Yeah my arms may flap when I wave...lol or that I can actually feel myself jiggle when I walk..lol.. I don&#39;t care anymore. To be honest I have gotten more attention then when I was a size 6. It wasn&#39;t about the size it was about the confidence and now that I beam confidence.. I can pull any guy I want..(little cocky there lol)! Put me next to skinny girl and I bet I&#39;ll sparkle more...&lt;br /&gt;
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All I&#39;m saying is LOVE YOU AND BE IN LOVE WITH YOU! People can&#39;t help to notice! Be That Bitch!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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When I first realized that he(My Ex) wasn&#39;t coming back it was the hardest thing to get over because I was sleeping in the same bed with him for two years. I would&amp;nbsp; wake up in the middle of the night and hung my pillow because I missed him next to me. I would be good in public and at work but at night I would wake up, hold my pillows and cry. It was very hard for me I must admit and I put on this front like I was ok but that empty side of the bed was killing me.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have really vivid dreams and nightmares so when I would have those bad dreams I would wake up and snuggle next to him. I would feel so much better because I felt a since of protection. When I would have those bad dreams I would wake up and no one would be there and I didn&#39;t feel safe. I&#39;m kinda of a scary cat..lol.. So I started to buy lots of pillows for the bed because it made me feel like I was protected..I psyched myself up!! It actually worked...but the moral of this story is that I realized that it is ok to wake up to that empty side of the bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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I would rather wake up to my pillows then someone who doesn&#39;t care about me or love me. I am not afraid of being alone. I realized that it&#39;s ok to be alone and there is nothing wrong with that. I have come to the conclusion that I am more connected to myself and I&#39;m learning who I am. I can&#39;t be happy in a relationship if I am not happy with myself. I can&#39;t give myself to anybody fully because I don&#39;t understand myself fully. I know that some women don&#39;t like the idea of being alone...but why settle for someone who is more like a crash dummy than someone who actually loves you. When you know he is just there for the ride and not for you!&lt;br /&gt;
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I rather wake up to the empty side of the bed then to someone&#39;s empty promises. I want real love and that&#39;s starts with me. I have learned so much about myself because that empty side of the bed just means more room for me!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;After having a facebook outburst about black men saying that they only date white women I decided to talk about this epidemic! This really had me on fire yesterday because of the reasons they don&#39;t want to date us black women. I feel like black men want to be treated like kings when in reality some of them are jesters. I am not saying that all black men are like this just the ones I have encountered are whom I&#39;m talking about.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I really don&#39;t care what your preference is or who you chose to date because you can&#39;t help what you are attracted to. What I am disagreeing with is your justification for not dating black women. This really makes me angry because they are so many beautiful and intelligent&amp;nbsp; black women that are seeking a healthy relationship. So I am going to give you the top three things that black man say that causes them to put on there snow boots lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I definitely disagree with this! Not all black women are angry and bitter it&#39;s just the broads that you are choosing to deal with! You chose that crazy woman and you can&#39;t blame all of us for your choice in twat!!! I have never taken my anger out on a guy who didn&#39;t do me wrong! That&#39;s not cool and not fair!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;We do cater to our men but you have to earn it. This is something that is done to show appreciation not something that is just given because you have the penis..lol.. I personally think that the cater to attitude is great but I&#39;m not giving you a treat when you haven&#39;t done anything to earn it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redlipconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/3183565324186230458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redlipconfessions.blogspot.com/2012/11/you-never-got-on-but-you-with-white-girl.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8035448905268720574/posts/default/3183565324186230458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8035448905268720574/posts/default/3183565324186230458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redlipconfessions.blogspot.com/2012/11/you-never-got-on-but-you-with-white-girl.html' title='You Never Got On!! But You With A White Girl!'/><author><name>Biffy Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352856880224878677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCMhYapO5RfvaDMdk7DmrT75qD0nSOsu_X8EXfoVr6XzXy5OH6MTZRqFJdhhRJenuppUX5UvJKtv-mCmqgmkIeUt56c3QANoL-3X1Iu-COP4zOAT8LyJAKzVZa4jEnHw/s220/photo+%283%29.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdY4nBFQtddEHY6TWmcggwFSj4t_FUx2ctFsuiyeje2zSdQzyj_v3JmE1OSQzLxoJ6aZpNoTG2A_APX5hEs6hXoSXUTMyuOq1ds17Py3KRPzvkUjTAeKcvGWF-lPhnwdDikO2CFwqrmECe/s72-c/white-women-rastaman.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8035448905268720574.post-4904322970245036326</id><published>2012-10-31T21:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-10-31T21:43:14.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chief Keefin!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIrUSZd49miGumXXWqeE5ct8Zt97xUtyzX-6S8FUXfwlr3OoiqZunK7O2FIMjzXHhlF0i6JMMCWGuemAsPFMnigwoQjld8ICrSuTouWxvN3c6a57X_X0yn3ClqtIwjub8tPCVJvc9r8pV4/s1600/Don-t-Like-Button.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;100&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIrUSZd49miGumXXWqeE5ct8Zt97xUtyzX-6S8FUXfwlr3OoiqZunK7O2FIMjzXHhlF0i6JMMCWGuemAsPFMnigwoQjld8ICrSuTouWxvN3c6a57X_X0yn3ClqtIwjub8tPCVJvc9r8pV4/s320/Don-t-Like-Button.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is post is about things I don&#39;t like when it comes to relationships, sex, and/or general things I have come across. Since everyone on youtube are making videos about it and I don&#39;t have a youtube channel that&#39;s has videos. I thought I would express myself here!!&lt;br /&gt;
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First thing I don&#39;t like is when you first meet a guy and you give him your number. He calls and you have a wonderful conversation and then he tells you that he wants to spend sometime with you. So you are like ok cool what do you want to do? Then he suggest well we can CHILL AT YOUR HOUSE!!! That boils my blood to the 1000th degree. That&#39;s that shit I don&#39;t like!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Second thing I don&#39;t like is when black guys talk about the reason why they prefer a white woman over a black woman! They say that a black woman has a attitude! That is the dumbest shit I ever heard..excuse the Dutch...They say we nag and we fuss to much! I have come across white women who do the exact same thing. NIGGA...if you do what you are suppose to do when I ask you...then there would be no nagging...It&#39;s a two way street bro...That&#39;s that shit I don&#39;t like&lt;br /&gt;
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Third thing I don&#39;t like is when people ask me about my natural hair and they are like &quot;So you gonna get a perm when it get&#39;s long? I HATE THAT!!! Why would I spend some much time on my hair nurturing it, being gentle with it, and being patient with the length process? Why would I mess it up with a dam perm? No offense to my relaxed friends that&#39;s your hair but don&#39;t try to convert me back!! In addition to that I hate when the Natural Hair Nazi tell a woman she&#39;s not natural because she brushed her hair with a brush!! You aint natural because you used a conditioner with cones in it!!! STFU!!! That gets on my nerves!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Lastly I HATE when guys talk during sex or may I say have long conversations. Look just shut the hell up! Don&#39;t ask me about my day! Don&#39;t ask me does it feel good? Cause if you really have to ask then Nigga no!!&lt;br /&gt;
I hate that...please stop...please with sugar on top!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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I had to get that off my chest lol....Do you have any shit that you don&#39;t like!! LOL&lt;br /&gt;
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I tried it and I didn&#39;t like it. It wasn&#39;t until I bought a very expensive toy from Hustler&#39;s in the French Quarter. I payed 120 dollars for this toy! I was so excited to go home and try it. When I used it, it was so intense that I thought I had peed on myself..lol from then on&amp;nbsp; I was hooked on toys! I like to try different types of toys from bullets to lipsticks. I have about 5 to chose from in my own collection...lol I don&#39;t like the freakishly big toys or the anal toys. I am not into that sort of thing...lol&lt;br /&gt;
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I think that toys are a good thing to have when you are single or you want to have fun with your partner. I have never used a toy with a partner but I have been told that men like to watch women use it on themselves....sounds fun but I maybe a little too shy for that.&amp;nbsp; Toys come in handy when you don&#39;t have the luxury of having a man around to have sex. Or even if you do have a man and you just want to get a quick one in but you don&#39;t want to do that EXTRA work. I feel like if you can&#39;t please yourself how can you expect someone to be able to please you. I think toys are a great investment and I approve this message! lol&lt;br /&gt;
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So tell me what do you think about toys? Do you have any? Do you use them with your partner?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redlipconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/3777045818428222920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redlipconfessions.blogspot.com/2012/10/will-work-for-batteries.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8035448905268720574/posts/default/3777045818428222920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8035448905268720574/posts/default/3777045818428222920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redlipconfessions.blogspot.com/2012/10/will-work-for-batteries.html' title='Will Work For Batteries!'/><author><name>Biffy Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352856880224878677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCMhYapO5RfvaDMdk7DmrT75qD0nSOsu_X8EXfoVr6XzXy5OH6MTZRqFJdhhRJenuppUX5UvJKtv-mCmqgmkIeUt56c3QANoL-3X1Iu-COP4zOAT8LyJAKzVZa4jEnHw/s220/photo+%283%29.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Ufz-VpZIUkqRP96-S0DHZ0tvINU04SR_SgueZEQznOWoQf4H00iZ4kXYG7wKO6-mHeLQzIdSooX7l8xIm9cyR9FwgroV-MDiYvjAAaFwzOxYU6FFDclP2vqrDnZjkAiVAJzruUsFceGP/s72-c/battry.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8035448905268720574.post-3997469391359909387</id><published>2012-09-09T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-09-09T20:45:03.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fake It So Good!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKkszIlRI7sqhMDCgSkly3Q-CPVW_3jbV9uPOM9MCxksIZ7z1wm_PesJk4GDd36mb3cF1dEKqo1IG2TuGIlfA8fasRxOz87C50pfiuWNkdNem2PhzK63PjnHiMmdhR-ZuHy92F_ETRZIUw/s1600/Hot-Black-Couple-Kissing.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKkszIlRI7sqhMDCgSkly3Q-CPVW_3jbV9uPOM9MCxksIZ7z1wm_PesJk4GDd36mb3cF1dEKqo1IG2TuGIlfA8fasRxOz87C50pfiuWNkdNem2PhzK63PjnHiMmdhR-ZuHy92F_ETRZIUw/s320/Hot-Black-Couple-Kissing.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Let&#39;s face it ladies, we all have faked a couple of orgasms here and there. I know I have and it was because I didn&#39;t want to hurt the guy feelings or I wanted him to leave. I don&#39;t speak my mind during sex I just let him believe that it&#39;s great. The funny thing is that I would ask him what he wants. Weird right? Going thru the whole ordeal of faking requires some awesome acting skills as I would say so myself. The loud moan, the clutching of the sheets, and I even have the leg shake down path. LOL..&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;I was having a conversation with one of my guy friends one night and he was shocked when I told him that I had faked orgasms before. He asked me &quot; Why didn&#39;t I just tell the guy he wasn&#39;t doing it right?&quot; and I didn&#39;t have an answer. He made a very valid point! That&#39;s when I realized that by faking orgasm I make it worst for myself&amp;nbsp; the next time because he will continue to the same thing thinking that I liked it. I realized that faking orgasms isn&#39;t the grown thing to do because you 
have to let them know what you want in order for guys to know what feels good for you. They can&#39;t read minds and you have to give them direction.&lt;br /&gt;
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At the same time I feel like men have very fragile egos. How can you tell them they aren&#39;t doing it the way you like them to without hurting their feelings? Should you tell them before, during or after the sex? When is it appropriate to let them know? I just don&#39;t want the guy to feel inadequate or feel like he isn&#39;t doing a good job. He maybe doing a great job in one department but falls flat in another area. I think that some guys do what worked for them last time or what worked on the girl previously. So now you have to get him conditioned or some might say trained to know what your body likes. Faking just makes things worst I realized that I knew to open my mouth and say what I want. I wouldn&#39;t want a guy to fake an orgasm while he is with me and I found out that he did. That would hurt my little feelings lol...&lt;br /&gt;
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Have you ever faked an orgasm before? Leave a comment&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redlipconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/3997469391359909387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redlipconfessions.blogspot.com/2012/09/fake-it-so-good.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8035448905268720574/posts/default/3997469391359909387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8035448905268720574/posts/default/3997469391359909387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redlipconfessions.blogspot.com/2012/09/fake-it-so-good.html' title='Fake It So Good!!!'/><author><name>Biffy Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352856880224878677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCMhYapO5RfvaDMdk7DmrT75qD0nSOsu_X8EXfoVr6XzXy5OH6MTZRqFJdhhRJenuppUX5UvJKtv-mCmqgmkIeUt56c3QANoL-3X1Iu-COP4zOAT8LyJAKzVZa4jEnHw/s220/photo+%283%29.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKkszIlRI7sqhMDCgSkly3Q-CPVW_3jbV9uPOM9MCxksIZ7z1wm_PesJk4GDd36mb3cF1dEKqo1IG2TuGIlfA8fasRxOz87C50pfiuWNkdNem2PhzK63PjnHiMmdhR-ZuHy92F_ETRZIUw/s72-c/Hot-Black-Couple-Kissing.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8035448905268720574.post-689402324481115601</id><published>2012-08-28T15:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-08-28T15:39:08.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep It A Hunitt!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz-khi8uOwzxqTqBfzbe2q2OkDlRXqRB056sIqcNcn2RwAGuyf9xzNpM61iLvPPrapIUuyDcWmumWGiMQGiXTk5gR-YXfmlRKlvS7uXH6f3Q9EdY0-ov1YkbMBkTl3mNlAtgc5QrroXkr8/s1600/100_percent.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz-khi8uOwzxqTqBfzbe2q2OkDlRXqRB056sIqcNcn2RwAGuyf9xzNpM61iLvPPrapIUuyDcWmumWGiMQGiXTk5gR-YXfmlRKlvS7uXH6f3Q9EdY0-ov1YkbMBkTl3mNlAtgc5QrroXkr8/s320/100_percent.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I thought the older I got I wouldn&#39;t have to deal with dishonesty. I thought that men my age or older would be the type that&#39;s not into lying and game playing. Boy was I wrong! I have been encountering some guys straight serving that fertilizer! I know that it&#39;s the guys that I am attracted too or that are attracted to me. I am not saying that all men that are around my age group are bullshitters. I thought that by a certain age the game playing would end. I am just so tired of going thru the same things I went thru in high school. It gets old after a while and it comes to a point where you know when someone is running game or if they are truly genuine.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;I just hate a liar with a passion. I hate being lied to and it&#39;s the worst feeling in the world. My thing is why not be honest upfront and let me know what I am getting into. The most disrespectful thing is when you don&#39;t keep your word. Don&#39;t tell me you are gonna do something and then don&#39;t pull thru. It doesn&#39;t feel good when you are truly interested in a guy /girl and they don&#39;t even acknowledge that fact that your feelings a genuine &amp;amp; true.I know it&#39;s hard to see that person in that light because when you are making love to that person it feels so good and so right. You get this connection with this person and you feel like they really care about you.&amp;nbsp; I realized that someone who genuinely cares for you will show it. They are not gonna tell you one thing and do another. They do make an effort to spend time with you even if they are busy. I&#39;m a very affectionate person and I want that in return. I don&#39;t want to feel like I have to beg for attention that should be warranted up front if I am showing you that you are worthy of my attention as well.&lt;br /&gt;
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You shouldn&#39;t feel single if you are with someone right!&amp;nbsp; All the games and lies are for the dinosaurs because it really gets old.&amp;nbsp; I just realized that I need to stop giving husband privileges to Ni**as that are not my husband. I&#39;m just saying! I bet if I were to act like a total bitch I would get a better response instead of being understanding and patient. Men love Bitches right? Well I digress with that one lol. It&#39;s time ladies and gents to stop with the tom foolery! Why play games with people? Stop going in with a poker face as if you have a full house when in reality you only have two deuces! If a guy/girl did all those unpleasant things and then said that they care would you believe them?&lt;br /&gt;
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My first time trying it was horrible because didn&#39;t know what the hell I was doing. I was scared ,nervous, and grossed out at the same time. I was like really you want to do WHAT?? He was like &quot; Bae come on just try it and you might like it!&quot; I held it in my hand played around with it for a minute. I kept looking at it and I didn&#39;t want to do it..and he was like &quot; What&#39;s wrong Bae?&quot; and I was like &quot; I don&#39;t know about this&quot; and he said &quot; Just do it for me Please!&quot; So I tried it and that was the worst head he ever had...I mean I didn&#39;t know what I was doing...I think I may have grazed him with my teeth...lol I do remember hearing an &quot;Ouch&quot; lol...So that why I decided to talk about what men like when you give them head....I did ask a few of my male friends what they love about oral sex....&lt;br /&gt;
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TOP FIVE THINGS YOU NEED IN ORDER TO BE SUCCESSFUL..LOL........&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;5. YOU HAVE TO DO IT WITH PASSION!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;If you don&#39;t like to do it...DON&#39;T! Nothing is worst when you do something just out obligation and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;you just want to get it over it. They don&#39;t like that because they can tell when you are not into. I mean I&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; wouldn&#39;t want a guy to do it to me and he be half assing it!!! That aint right!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;4. BE&amp;nbsp; NASTY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;They like it when you take control and they like when you talk dirty to them while you are doing it. They&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; like when you say something off the wall....AND they love it when you ask to do it&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; USE YOUR HANDS AND HAVE RHYTHM&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;This is very important because you can do a lot of tricks with your hands &amp;amp; mouth. and you have to&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;rhythm cause it give a certain sensation. You also can hit more than one sensitive area when you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;use your hands and mouth together.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;HIT THOSE SENSITIVE SPOTS....NO TEETH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;The most sensitive areas are the tip of the head and the balls..So you have to be very cautious....No&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;teeth...that&#39;s a must...it&#39;s not a snicker bar...lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;1. SPIT...SPIT...AND MORE SPIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;The more spit the better...it makes it easier for you to use your hands..and also it gives them a visual..for&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; for some reason they like to see that line of spit.... lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Ladies have you ever had sex with a guy and it wasn&#39;t good at all. I have had a real vivid experience with this issue. This guy I was seeing was really handsome and he was fine as hell. He kinda looked like Reggie Bush with a similar body type but he was a taller version. Our conversation was good and we had a lot in common so I was really interested in him or shall I say I was very attracted to him. His sex game wasn&#39;t all that it last about....ummmm 10 minutes...SMDH..Then he had the nerve to want to cuddle afterwards...Really Dude!!&lt;br /&gt;
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So I got to thinking about 5 signs that let guys know that THEY DON&#39;T HAVE THAT GOOD!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;She didn&#39;t make any noise, love faces, or she didn&#39;t even move!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; The bitch played dead!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; The sex didn&#39;t last long!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; You really wanted first place!!!!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;3. &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;She can actually can get up and walk normally afterwards!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;You had no impact at all!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;2. She wants you to cum as quickly as possible!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We want it over asap!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;1. You didn&#39;t eat it up!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; That&#39;s a must!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Tell me what you think...COMMENT BELOW...Give me your top 5 signs!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Ladies...Ladies...Ladies...&lt;br /&gt;
Don&#39;t you hate it when a guy brags and boast about how he is so good in the bed......and&amp;nbsp; How he gonna put it down on you? Then he whips it out all proud like Mary......Ummm where&#39;s the rest of it. It&#39;s not the fact that it is small because it&#39;s not like you chose to have a small penis. It&#39;s the fact that you broadcast that you had that good when actually you had no idea!&lt;br /&gt;
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I am not saying that having a small penis is bad because being too big isn&#39;t good as well. For me at least&amp;nbsp; but I can&#39;t say the same for other women. I think that if you have a small penis..you have to bring other things to the table. I had a bad experience once where a guy had a small penis but it never went in! He couldn&#39;t reach it lol.. but I mean he saved himself by having a Plan O and that work out fine! But he bragged about how he was Man-Dingo...lol...he really had the Napoleon Complex!&lt;br /&gt;
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I think that it was the previous women that these guys have been with that gave them this confidence. We have to stop doing that. Stop giving these guys kudos and making them feel like they have the best sex or the biggest penis when they really don&#39;t. I know that can be&amp;nbsp; hard to do that because of that FRAGILE MALE EGO! We have to do this! Because they would definitely tell us..we ain&#39;t all that...&lt;br /&gt;
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My POINT is this don&#39;t brag and boast about how big your penis is..truth is that&#39;s FALSE ADVERTISEMENT! YOU CAN GET SUED!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you think leave a comment!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redlipconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/1444194715307033944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redlipconfessions.blogspot.com/2012/03/how-cute-extra-belly-button.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8035448905268720574/posts/default/1444194715307033944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8035448905268720574/posts/default/1444194715307033944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redlipconfessions.blogspot.com/2012/03/how-cute-extra-belly-button.html' title='How Cute An EXTRA Belly Button...'/><author><name>Biffy Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352856880224878677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCMhYapO5RfvaDMdk7DmrT75qD0nSOsu_X8EXfoVr6XzXy5OH6MTZRqFJdhhRJenuppUX5UvJKtv-mCmqgmkIeUt56c3QANoL-3X1Iu-COP4zOAT8LyJAKzVZa4jEnHw/s220/photo+%283%29.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPcx8TQSRmg0zkWu7-9xwkLYKdb4EvPaBQrecnUK9etqiBR2vjfcqIHLZNeNeL41whtmVrzXmdV0L0wxT4GH6qz0BHUDmr9U2yu7suW0eUhXbV9NZX8ZHF45LLIuqlpqgwhBsq3-yV9jvw/s72-c/sizeuup.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8035448905268720574.post-8212355510550266404</id><published>2012-02-22T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-22T21:53:15.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lick Me or Lick Me Not</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;WHO LIKES ORAL SEX?&lt;br /&gt;
Then why is it such a taboo thing to say that you do it?&amp;nbsp; Why should you have to feel bad about giving or receiving oral sex? We are all grown aren&#39;t we..I think that its a shame that some men/women still claim that they don&#39;t do it. Some people feel embarrassed or the they feel shame about giving oral sex. I think that oral sex is just apart of four play. It&#39;s just an appetizer to the main meal.&lt;br /&gt;
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Is it a deal breaker if your lover doesn&#39;t go down? Or Is it an even more of a deal breaker if he doesn&#39;t do it right? It&#39;s a major part in getting the juices flowing when you are about get it in..I mean what women doesn&#39;t love to have that done ESPECIALLY if they do it right. I am definitely an aficionado of oral sex don&#39;t get me wrong but to feel that warm tongue ...OMG...let me stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don&#39;t like when guys tell you that they don&#39;t do it! REALLY? They tell you some bullshit like..&quot;I am saving that for my wife&quot; that one is a classic..but yet they will be the first to try to slap their penis in your face.&amp;nbsp; I don&#39;t like that..that really boils my blood. I just think men should be upfront and say that they don&#39;t do it not right at that tender moment...that makes me want to kick your ass out!!! LMAO&lt;br /&gt;
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What do you think? Comment Below Anyone Can Leave A Comment! Let&#39;s Go!&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Anyone who knows me knows that I love YOUTUBE...So today I came across this series called &lt;i&gt;The Couple&lt;/i&gt; and there was an episode about a couple who just got engaged. The woman stated that since they were getting married now she wanted to be open and honest. So they decided to write down on a piece of paper their number of partners and exchange it. It was hilarious because her number was way higher than his. I was really cracking up at this episode. It got me thinking..Should you tell your significant other how people you slept with?&lt;br /&gt;
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My opinion is this..I really think that what&#39;s in the past..should stay in the past. To be honest I don&#39;t want to know how many girls you have slept with in the past. It&#39;s not relevant to me and it not important. All I really want to know that you are healthy and disease free. It all plays in that double standard when it comes to men and women. If a women has a double-digit or even a triple-digit number she is look as if she is a hoe or a slut. When men have a high number it is praised but that&#39;s another story. It was hilarious because he looked at her differently than before. She was no longer his beautiful fiance..now she looked like a hoe that he was trying to wife up!&lt;br /&gt;
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Have you ever been in a relationship so long that there was no emotional connection? Was it so bad that you checked out? Was it so bad that you actually started sleeping with a women just to fill a void?&lt;br /&gt;
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I wasn&#39;t aware of how many women there are that actually go through this ordeal. One of my friends ask me to write about it and tell how I feel about the situation.. It&#39;s kinda complicated for me to understand since I haven&#39;t had the need to or want to sleep with women just because I was not happy in a relationship with a man. Don&#39;t get me wrong.. I don&#39;t think it is a vice nor a taboo to be homosexual.&amp;nbsp; I have no issue or grievance about being&amp;nbsp; gay or being a lesbian. It&#39;s all love to me no matter want gender you are attracted to. However I know that feeling of that big void in your life is really heavy on your heart. It hurts like hell...I mean really really bad.  I feel as if some women use this route as a way to escape their issues or they assume it will be better.. There is still a common denominator...YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Whether you are with a man or woman you are going to have RELATIONSHIP ISSUES. You can&#39;t RUN from them.. it wouldn&#39;t resolve anything because that common denominator is still there ...YOU!!! A&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;VOID&lt;/span&gt;ANCE!!!...Those relationship issues are still there..YOU!!!. That insecurity is still there what ever it maybe will still be there...YOU have to work on YOU first before you&amp;nbsp; can love someone else better than you did the last person..whether or not they are a man or a woman..That&#39;s something that you would have to work through and pray about. Trust me I know how it feels to be left feeling like you are nothing..like you are just not worthy of love. I know it&#39;s hard to turn over in your bed and he ain&#39;t by your side..&lt;br /&gt;
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I mean that is the worst feeling ever but yet I realize the common DENOMINATOR in all my relationship in the past...ME!!!!. I&#39;m not saying that every relationship you had was your fault that it ended..I am saying you still have to recognize that it is what it is..just learn from it..but don&#39;t act like there isn&#39;t any lessons learned... I would be a fool to think that it was be so much better if I was with a woman or another man when I didn&#39;t change myself first or acknowledge my own flaws.. when I know if I don&#39;t&amp;nbsp; it&#39;s going to be the same..the only thing different would be how we would have sex...It won&#39;t work because you are basing this relationship off a premonition not because you are gay or a lesbian.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;My point is this....&amp;nbsp; Don&#39;t make it a hobby or something you are just trying out for fun because that&#39;s when it gets real and then you get those&amp;nbsp; RELATIONSHIP ISSUES. that will always come back.. Why? Cause you A&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;VOID&lt;/span&gt;ED..the Common Denominator...YOU!!! Work on YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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I KNOW THIS IS A TOUCHY ISSUE BUT IT&#39;S ALL LOVE FOR EVERYONE&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redlipconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/9181556617007822605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redlipconfessions.blogspot.com/2012/01/null-and-void.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8035448905268720574/posts/default/9181556617007822605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8035448905268720574/posts/default/9181556617007822605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redlipconfessions.blogspot.com/2012/01/null-and-void.html' title='Null and Void'/><author><name>Biffy Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352856880224878677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCMhYapO5RfvaDMdk7DmrT75qD0nSOsu_X8EXfoVr6XzXy5OH6MTZRqFJdhhRJenuppUX5UvJKtv-mCmqgmkIeUt56c3QANoL-3X1Iu-COP4zOAT8LyJAKzVZa4jEnHw/s220/photo+%283%29.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkITT7Yebk9TVJx2qxJNd6rdncOH0Y_YyV62P6motj9E8LE1R90-V4S5XGGEksS_Vq7sNOdMlq6MRZANZ4KcUTt1ZDINGABoJXEwFgb__5miwJUNrSar43ur9gCPJ75g6CjM_MnK7wZUgJ/s72-c/VOID.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8035448905268720574.post-5494724464864453405</id><published>2012-01-25T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T17:21:55.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex On The First Date? Good idea or Bad Idea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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Sex on the first date is sometimes considered to be taboo or it is frown upon. Some people label it as being a hoe or slut if you sleep with someone on the first date if you are a woman but yet when men admit that they had slept with someone on the first date it typically high fived, pat on the back and jumping for joy. You know the typical double standard which is always unfair but I digress...lol. These are my thoughts of pros and cons of sleeping with someone on the first date. You can agree or disagree but these are my opinions not facts.&lt;br /&gt;
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I think that having sex on the first date is acceptable because you probably have been talking to that person on the phone or texting them. So you already know if that person is someone that you will sleep with. From personal experiences I know when I meet a guy I know whether or not I would sleep with them. It is this attraction that I would feel when I meet a guy. That&#39;s just me but that doesn&#39;t determine whether or not I will sleep with them on the first date.What I don&#39;t like is when a guy only objective is to sleep with you. I can&#39;t stand that because it isn&#39;t something mutual. It&#39;s his goal to get in bed with you. For example..He wants your first date to be him giving you a massage!. That one kills me because it clearly an act to get you over to possibility have sex. I think that is pathetic and as one of my facebook friends would say thirsty... I just sometimes question if a guy really would take me serious if I had sex with them on the first date. &lt;br /&gt;
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I had did a little survey&amp;nbsp; and I asked both men and women but only guys responded... I asked them would they go into a relationship with a woman if she slept with him on the first date..this is the responses I received from the guys..&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;status_txt&quot;&gt;Question? Would you consider going into a relationship with a girl/guy if she/he slept with you on the first date?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Mr. Bamm :&lt;span class=&quot;comment_txt&quot;&gt;Yea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Mr. Lelly : &lt;span class=&quot;comment_txt&quot;&gt;Wuz
 wrong wit giving up a shot of ass on the first date? It may take me 
longer to consider making her my lady but who says it can&#39;t happen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;comment_txt&quot;&gt;Mr. Oscar : Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;comment_txt&quot;&gt;Mr. Mel : &lt;/span&gt;        &lt;span class=&quot;comment_txt&quot;&gt;depends what kinda female she is i have to really be diggin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;comment_txt&quot;&gt;I Replied :&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;span class=&quot;comment_txt&quot;&gt;Ok..I was asking because most girls 
believe that sex on the first date means he won&#39;t take you serious..he 
maybe thinking who else has she had sex with that qickly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;comment_txt&quot;&gt;Mr. Oscar : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;comment_txt&quot;&gt;As long as everyone stays safe...sex is an 
important part of a good relationship....I&#39;d like to know if it&#39;s good 
or not... up front before I start liking them as a person... 
lol...sounds crazy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;comment_txt&quot;&gt;I Replied : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;comment_txt&quot;&gt;that is crazy..lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;comment_txt&quot;&gt;Mr. Oscar : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;comment_txt&quot;&gt;What&#39;s crazy...is being in a relationship with
 someone who you like to be around...then when you finally get the draws
 shits no good...or they don&#39;t like the things you like...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;comment_txt&quot;&gt;I Replied :&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;span class=&quot;comment_txt&quot;&gt;you said it yourself that it was 
crazy..but let tell you this..sex isnt&#39; going to be good on the first 
try any way because you don&#39;t know her body..or  you going in  based on 
the previous chick you been with..so you should discuss this topic 
before actually getting in the panties..ask her what she likes..but just
 give up because the first time wasn&#39;t all that....:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;comment_txt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;comment_txt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;comment_txt&quot;&gt;Mr. Oscar : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;comment_txt&quot;&gt;I know that...but you can have all the 
discussions you want no one is going to admit to being a dud in the sack
 you know? And true...sometimes it&#39;s the mental connection between the 
parties involved that makes the sex good...but not everyone has the 
correct equipment...it&#39;s been my experience that even the mention of it 
on the first date gets you some funny looks...but hey... in a perfect 
world...people would be honest and upfront instead of wasting your time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;comment_txt&quot;&gt;Mr. Eric : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;comment_txt&quot;&gt;dat kinda love doesn&#39;t last.cos is abt sex only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;comment_txt&quot;&gt;I Replied: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;comment_txt&quot;&gt;What&#39;s the correct equipment? You shouldn&#39;t 
have to bring it up if it is a mutual thing..but if you begging for 
it..that&#39;s a no no..come on you know when it will go down...you should 
be able to pick up the ques that we send out..but I think you should 
judge a person based on their sexual performance because they can 
learn..lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;comment_txt&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;comment_txt&quot;&gt;I Replied : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;comment_txt&quot;&gt;@Eric Q I think that depends on the persons involved..but it may or may not last even if you make them wait 30-90 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;comment_txt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;comment_txt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;comment_txt&quot;&gt;Mr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;comment_txt&quot;&gt; Oscar : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;comment_txt&quot;&gt;If you have to teach...there is only a certain
 caliber of person that will be receptive to that...but honestly...you 
can&#39;t coach talent...but Im sure you know what I mean by the right 
equipment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;comment_txt&quot;&gt;These were a couple of comments that I had received but to each is it&#39;s own..but what do you think about sex on the first date..let me know&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redlipconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/5494724464864453405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redlipconfessions.blogspot.com/2012/01/sex-on-first-date-good-idea-or-bad-idea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8035448905268720574/posts/default/5494724464864453405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8035448905268720574/posts/default/5494724464864453405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redlipconfessions.blogspot.com/2012/01/sex-on-first-date-good-idea-or-bad-idea.html' title='Sex On The First Date? Good idea or Bad Idea'/><author><name>Biffy Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352856880224878677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCMhYapO5RfvaDMdk7DmrT75qD0nSOsu_X8EXfoVr6XzXy5OH6MTZRqFJdhhRJenuppUX5UvJKtv-mCmqgmkIeUt56c3QANoL-3X1Iu-COP4zOAT8LyJAKzVZa4jEnHw/s220/photo+%283%29.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMxMVsQLN6-Qj-0C511TkmAUIv8d610Ht_PINe52DWEGjQJSoF84FiABsx0JSNHLhzEALugAnyWByiM85cHk-wODhmBOxh13WJvnstWiDh0JbKDyfXFvQEBupwlAM29AT88UaZ6gEk-zFi/s72-c/sexbla.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8035448905268720574.post-2922682187371593576</id><published>2011-12-19T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T22:49:51.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Single Again..Back on the Prowl! Not Again!</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I find myself asking myself &quot; How did I get here again?&quot; Single once again and it is not a good feeling especially this time of year. It&#39;s boo season and I hate when I see a couple together holding hands or walking side by side. That boils my blood because I feel as if everyone has that special person that they can share this time of year with. Being single is fun and exciting but when I turn the key and there is nobody home to greet me and kiss me that hurts. &lt;br /&gt;
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Of all the relationships that I had in the past I never felt as if I was number one in their life. I am nothing being second to anything or anyone.&amp;nbsp; I am tired of settling for less when I deserve more. I always give guys the benefit of the doubt like &quot; Oh it&#39;s ok he doesn&#39;t have a car?&quot; or &quot; It&#39;s ok it he has 6 six kids... Biffy love the kids&quot;. I just tired of that and that&#39;s really for the pigeons, peacocks, turkeys...all the birds in the world. I not saying that I can&#39;t compromise but at least put something on the table that worth dealing with.&lt;br /&gt;
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I know that there is a common denominator here &quot;Me&quot; but I can&#39;t figure out what I do wrong. In my last relationship I really don&#39;t know what I did wrong. I gave him privileges he didn&#39;t deserve and I still had a bare left hand. I gave my all to this person and I had never done that before but I knew that he wasn&#39;t the one for me and I still pretended like I did. I never speak up for myself even though I want to I am not outspoken I guess. There was times where I want to say this isn&#39;t working and stayed when I should have given him the boot.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am tired of giving myself to a guy and get nothing in return but some wet panties from sex that wasn&#39;t good even before it started.I want romance and not a depreciated fling. I want to feel special, appreciated, valuable, and worthy of love but I realize no one can give me that better than I can. So I must learn to love myself first wholly before I depend on a man to provide that to me.&lt;br /&gt;
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But on a good note I am exciting about what the future holds. I haven&#39;t been on any dates so far..isn&#39;t that sad.Hopefully in the near future I will have another hilarious dating disaster that I can tell you about</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redlipconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2922682187371593576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redlipconfessions.blogspot.com/2011/12/single-againback-on-prowl-not-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8035448905268720574/posts/default/2922682187371593576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8035448905268720574/posts/default/2922682187371593576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redlipconfessions.blogspot.com/2011/12/single-againback-on-prowl-not-again.html' title='Single Again..Back on the Prowl! Not Again!'/><author><name>Biffy Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05352856880224878677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCMhYapO5RfvaDMdk7DmrT75qD0nSOsu_X8EXfoVr6XzXy5OH6MTZRqFJdhhRJenuppUX5UvJKtv-mCmqgmkIeUt56c3QANoL-3X1Iu-COP4zOAT8LyJAKzVZa4jEnHw/s220/photo+%283%29.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8035448905268720574.post-6919776656290957339</id><published>2011-12-17T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T19:17:31.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Shouldn&#39;t Have Cheated..But I Did Part 2</title><content type='html'>I had been talking to Dallyn for about a month now on the phone and off the phone. I would tell him what&#39;s on my mind and he would understand. I even told him&amp;nbsp; little things&amp;nbsp; like I hadn&#39;t went swimming in a long time and how I like to try different types of food you know, silly things like that. I was getting attention from him and I liked that alot. He was very chivalrous he would open the car door and pull my seat out. To be honest I thinking what&#39;s wrong with this dude he isn&#39;t normal but I liked being treated like a lady. He would take my out to dinner and he even took me on the Creole Queen boat&amp;nbsp; for dinner which I had never been on before. I was just in awe because of the attention..but in the back of my mind I was wishing it was Mark. Even though I was still with in a relationship with Mark.he didn&#39;t even notice I was gone as much because he didn&#39;t call as much. Dallyn asked me &quot;Do you really have a boyfriend?&quot; and I said &quot;Yes&quot; and He said &quot;Really because I feel like I&#39;m getting all your time..You are always available to be with me?&quot; I couldn&#39;t say anything but the look on my face said it all. He&amp;nbsp; grabbed my hand and kissed it and said &quot; Beautiful don&#39;t worry about that I&#39;m here now!&quot;. I mean when he told me that I smiled because it kinda made me feel better but I still was feeling guilty because I&#39;m still wanting Mark to tell me those things.&lt;br /&gt;
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I get a call from Dallyn and He said &quot; Tiffany you have a bathing suit?&quot; I said &quot;No I don&#39;t have one why?&quot; and He said &quot; I wanted to take you swimming because you said that you haven&#39;t went swimming in a long time.&quot; I was smiling so hard while I said &quot; Aww that&#39;s so sweet but I need to get one.&quot; He said &quot; Get dressed and I am going to take you to get one&quot; and I said &quot; Okay I&#39;ll call you when I&#39;m dressed.&quot; . He called my phone to say that he was outside waiting on me. I hurried up, grabbed my bag and walk outside to the car. There he was standing by the car looking extra handsome. He opens the car door for me and I get in&lt;br /&gt;
then he gets in the car. He said &quot; I think Macy&#39;s has women bathing suits you wanna go there?&quot; I said &quot; That&#39;s fine we can get one from there. But where are we going to swim?&quot; He said &quot; I got us a suite at this hotel in Covington and there is an really big pool there and I think you will like it.&quot; I said &quot;Ok that sounds nice.&quot; It never crossed my mind that I was going to hotel..funny right. but I was just excited about going swimming with him.&lt;br /&gt;
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We get to the hotel and its really beautiful and the room has it own living room and kitchen. It is so big and we were on the top floor. The view was really beautiful and it was something I had never done before. So we decided to go to the pool. We were playing around in the pool for almost hour. We kissed while we where in the pool but it was innocent. It wasn&#39;t any tongue involved or anything it was just soft kisses. I was really getting kinda wrinkled from the water and we decided to go back up to the suite. We held hands on the elevator and then he looked me straight in the eye and said &quot; I really like spending time you we have so much fun together.&quot; and said &quot; I like to spend time with you too.&quot; So we go into the suite and I tell him that I&#39;m needed to take a shower to wash the chlorine off. So I go into the bathroom and I get in the shower. I have been in the shower for about 5 minutes now and it is really steamy in the bathroom. All of the sudden he pulls the curtain back and gets in the shower with me. My heart is beating really fast and then he grabbed the loofah from me and began to wash my back. I&#39;m thinking...good and bad things about right now..Should I do this? and Do I really want this? Damn he is fine! What about Mark??????? .Damn he is fine!.&lt;br /&gt;
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After he washed my back I got out to the shower and grabbed the towel to wrap around me. He gets out of the shower and then I can feel him press his body to the back of&amp;nbsp; mine and then he starts to kiss my neck..then he turns me around and&amp;nbsp; he picks me up and places me on&amp;nbsp; top of the sink. He starts to kiss me .. I kissed him back...I tried not to... Lord knows I tried..but I gave in... ..because he started to kiss that spot that hadn&#39;t been touch in a month...I almost slipped off of the sink....I was still wet from the shower..So he pick me up and brought me to the bed and he laid me on me back and then He said &quot; I want you to be mine!&quot; From there we made love (Safely)&amp;nbsp; for the next hour and half. Afterwards I just laid in his arms while he was sleeping. I didn&#39;t want to spend the night with him because at the time I was living with my grandmother. Out of respect for her I didn&#39;t sleep out so I woke him up to bring me home.&lt;br /&gt;
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So on the way home I&amp;nbsp; was very quiet and I didn&#39;t say anything to him. He asked &quot; What&#39;s wrong? Are you Ok?&quot; I said &quot; Yes I&#39;m fine&quot;. I really wasn&#39;t fine at all and I was really feeling guilty about what I had just done. Don&#39;t get me wrong it was amazing but I still felt like dirt afterwards. As well pulled up to my house he asked me again was everything ok and I denied it again. I told him that everything was fine and that I really enjoyed spending time with him the whole day. He leaned over then he kissed me goodnight. I got out of the car and went inside. I went straight to the bathroom and got in the shower. I started to cry because I was really ashamed and scared because I have never been unfaithful before. I thinking..How should I tell him?...Should I say something?..After I got out shower I got into bed and I cried the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;
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Couple of days went by and I couldn&#39;t hold it anymore. I had to get this off my chest so I called Mark..He answered and I said &quot; Mark I don&#39;t think I can be with you any more!&quot; I have been in this relationship by myself and you don&#39;t care!&quot; I was crying as I was telling this to him. I told him that I was seeing someone else and I could here the sadness in his voice when he said &quot;What?&quot;. I just&amp;nbsp; knew it was over from there but then he said that he wanted to work things out with me and that I meant everything to him and he didn&#39;t want to lose me. He even asked me to marry him over the phone. I was crying because I felt even worst about what I had done but I mean what was I suppose to do. Mark wasn&#39;t there for me when I needed him the most! Was this just his way of pacifying me? Do I really want to be his wife? Do I deserve that title after what I had done? Foolishly I accepted his proposal and as I was on the phone with him...Dallyn is blowing up my phone..Should just leave Dallyn alone after he gave me what I wanted and begged Mark for?&lt;br /&gt;
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After all was said and done I learned that neither of these guys were for me! After Katrina Mark moved to Atlanta, Ga and he never came back to the N.O. for good. He would come down every once and while and I would see him but other than that nothing grew of it. He is now married to someone else and I wish them the best of luck. As for Dallyn he had to real BIG BAGGAGE that I couldn&#39;t handle. I TELL YOU LATER..That&#39;s another story..What I take away from this confession is that you have control over your own happiness and if you are unhappy with a relationship or someone...tell that person first and see if they make the change themselves. Because I learned that relationships fail when you try to change the&amp;nbsp; other person instead of yourself. Right now I have the tools for a successful relationship because of what I failed at in the past. So this journey only makes me more equipment for the future holds for me.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;We had been together for almost 4 years when things started to twindle down. He was into the music thing and he would spend more time with friends than me. I wouldn&#39;t get a call from him for days and I really was feeling depressed and unwanted. I was in college and I was trying to focus on school but the stress of this relationship was really getting to me . I really loved him and I would try anything to make it work. I would tell him how I felt and all he would say is that he is trying to do this for us. He didn&#39;t believe that working a typical nine to five job wasn&#39;t for him.&lt;br /&gt;
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When he got his car and didn&#39;t have to ask his grandmother for ride he was really excited and I was too because I didn&#39;t have a car or license. At the time I would work at the Superdome and I would work events like the Saints game or a Hornet game. I really liked working there because I would work by the player locker room which was cool because I got to chat with the players and everything..maybe flirt a little lol..but it was fun. I would get off at 12 at night and I would call him to come and get me. He would be upset with me because I asked him to come get me from work. He said that he was working on a track or something. That would really hurt my feelings because what man would want his women out late at night. So sometimes I would catch the bus home at midnight or later. I never was scared when I did but I was always stayed vigilant. I had to get home so I had to do what I had to do to get home.&lt;br /&gt;
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My Great Grandma was really sick and she wasn&#39;t acting like herself. She was really independent and she would take care of herself. That changed because she didn&#39;t want to get out of bed and she didn&#39;t do the things she would normally do. When she passed I really took this hard and I wouldn&#39;t go to school or work. I would go by his house and he would comfort me. I really appreciated that because I really needed him at that time. I really feel deeper into love with him after this tragedy. He began to act like he did when we first got&amp;nbsp; together. I was happy about it but I couldn&#39;t enjoy it because of the pain I was going thru at the time. &lt;br /&gt;
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When it was the funeral day I called him to ask him what time he was coming to church for and he didn&#39;t answer the first time. So I called back and he answered and I asked him when he will be ready. You know what he told me. &quot;I don&#39;t have anything to wear!&quot; and he didn&#39;t come to the funeral. At this point I was out of it and I had been crying all night and for him not to show up to the funeral was even more painful. To see her laying in the coffin just lifeless I broke down. Knowing that was the last time I would see her. I couldn&#39;t take it. He knew how much pain I was in and how much she meant to me. This was the worst feeling I could ever have and I couldn&#39;t do anything about it. I didn&#39;t want any memory of that funeral. I threw away the dress I wore and the shoes because I couldn&#39;t look in the closet to see that dress and those shoes. I had to get rid of them.&lt;br /&gt;
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Even though he didn&#39;t come to the funeral we were still together..(I know stupid right..right!). He started the not calling and it began over. I started to concentrate on school again and also I had gotten a job at Walmart as a cashier. So I was occupied with school and work it didn&#39;t bother me as much. I got used of doing things by myself. So I decided to pay more attention to myself and I started running everyday and eating healthy. I had lost about 20 pounds. I would go running before school and I started to buy clothes and shoes because I had to new body and I wanted to dress cute for school. I started to get more attention from guys but I would always tell them that I had a boyfriend. I still loved him even though I hadn&#39;t talk to him in a week. I still was being a good girlfriend and taking up for him when I shouldn&#39;t have.&lt;br /&gt;
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This day was hot and I had on some khaki shorts, cute ruffled top and some black &amp;amp; brown wedges. I was standing at the bus stop waiting on the Magazine bus and I was listening to my ipod. I noticed this car had slowed down and it was a brown or sandy color car and it had really dark tint on it. I really wasn&#39;t paying attention and then I notice the bus was coming so I got on the bus. I got to my stop to wait on the next bus that I had to take. This same car pulled up brown with the tinted windows. The car parks and the he gets out the car. He is really tall, really cute, caramel skin complexion and he was on the husky side. I&#39;m looking because I am not the only person at this bus stop so I&#39;m thinking he ain&#39;t here for me...then I smelled his cologne and it smelled so good..(imma sucka for men with cologne on)..as he walks toward me he said &quot; How you doing my name is Dallyn..and I was in shock but I said &quot; Hi my name is Tiffany nice to meet you&quot; and he said &quot; You need a ride to where you have to go?&quot; I said &quot;No I&#39;m good&quot; and He was like &quot; I respect that so can get your number to call you sometime?&quot; I hesitated and I said &quot;Yeah&quot; and I gave him my number. The bus was coming so I got on the bus but I waved..you know that flirtatious wave..lol..&lt;br /&gt;
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A couple of days went by and then I received a call from him and I was nervous because&amp;nbsp; I knew I was attracted to him. He asked me all the questions you ask when you first get on the phone with someone. Then he asked me &quot;Are you Single?&quot; and I said &quot;No I have a boyfriend!&quot;. He said &quot;Really how long have you been together?&quot; and I said &quot;Four years!&quot; He said &quot; That&#39;s a long time! Are you happy?&quot;....I went silent on the phone...............and then....................&lt;br /&gt;
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