Looking back at this past year from Sept. 2008 to present, I can safely say that I am not proud of myself. Maybe I am being too hard on myself, but I am also being true to myself. I am a nice girl, and sometimes my niceness can be misunderstood and taken advantage of. I have been involved in two relationships so far that has gone haywire. From one guy to another to multiple problems. Ladies, if it is anything, I just want to let you all know not to deal with guys, when you do not know your worth. What do I mean by worth? If you do not know your boundaries, and you do not know how easily you can fall for a guy, if you do not understand how to repect yourself first, then how do you expect respect to be reciprocal. So anyway, as I was saying, I met this guy by the name T(I will just call him T, because I do not want to expose his personal business like that) on the metrolink train. I should have know something was not right by his name; let me jus say his name rhymes with Beyonce. So eventually we hooked up, and we got around to messing around. Girl, I will tell you even though I was not attracted to him, I loved the way he ate my vajay jay. He knew how to work his tongue down there. The man did not believe me when I told him his breath stank, ol' boy had halitosis. No matter what he did, he couldn't correct his disorder. He should have known I was not playing around when I told him not to kiss me. Well to be truthful, I dont like kissing anybody, I dont care how cute you think you are. He knew how to work his tongue down my pussy. He was sucking me down there, where I reached a climax that I never knew I could attain. Ain't no man ever sucked me like that. I give credit where it is due. We never really fucked. So I dont understand how I got pregnant. He only stuck the head in, and I never really let him stick the whole thing, because I was not feeling him. He sure was not boyfriend material, and we just didnt get along that well. I knew one thing. I knew his mouth belonged in my pussy, it was like they both were made for each other.
P.S: In my next post, I shall talk about "What is etchical" Part 2
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