Misperception...Yeah I probably made the word up!!

Define misperception: erroneous conclusions, false realities, skewed or distorted truths.

However you put it, its not what it is. Exude truth and embrace freedom or spellbind yourself into thinking you belong.

People mispercept the person they meet, the woman they date, the daughter they lost, the employee who was overlooked. I am guilty..are you?

Ask yourself have you ever pre-judged a soul by its shell and not its content. I have ...have you? What sets us apart are the feelings and emotions afterwards. Did you feel upset or empowered, lost or found, understanding or confusion. People with love and purity in there souls are always oppressed, beaten, forgotten, constantly, consistently abused in everyway you can imagine possible.

Dramatic? ...maybe......misperception is a bitch. And bitches are dramatic right? So what I'm relaying to you is do you feel sincerity in my voice, can your heart ache for me the way mines does for you? Can you nourish the oppressed, beaten, forgotten , constantly consistently abused little boy that grew to be a man. Or will you mispercept?

Disclaimer: this was not directed towards anyone in particular and this is not about me. This blog was derived from conversations I've had and situations I have experienced

What This Man Wants (The Non-Superficial Version)

I have been searching for some time now, for the very special woman, with whom I will share my life. It occurs to me that perhaps the reason she has been so elusive is that I have not been clear enough about the kind of woman for whom I search.

I find that I gravitate toward a woman who possesses an exquisite soul and diaphanous spirit. She is, as I am; open to developing a friendship, which, in the fullness of time, might blossom into a meaningful long-term relationship replete with warm touches, meaning glances, soul-penetrating embraces and spiritually enriching kisses.

By my very nature, I am a happy person. I believe that an honest, caring and intelligent woman may be able to amplify my happiness and I hers. I can't say what her height, weight or hue will be. What I can say is I will enjoy her company if she is expressive of her thoughts and feelings. If she loves to laugh and have fun and if she can balance that with being serious when necessary she will get my attention.

If she is a fan of comedies, then that is a plus. If she can appreciate a man's need to watch the game, that is a monumental bonus. I would like to meet a woman who might derive a great sense of pleasure from committing random acts of kindness and senseless acts of beauty. She would feel comfortable receiving outward expressions of affection. Above all else, she values honesty and goodness.

Hey I wrote a sex novel..at least the the first sexual encounter (pt. 10)

This is the final installment..I hope you enjoyed!

In an instant, he was overwhelmed; everything led to this one point, this one moment of ecstasy. With a final, almost vicious, thrust he pulled out and released his cum on her stomach and breasts. Right before she could recover, he descended between her thighs once again, licking, kissing and sucking at her. Within moments, noises he had never heard before came from her throat as the contraction released a floodgate, soaking the bed underneath them. In one perfect moment, her entire body relaxed and collapsed. He moved upward to nestle his face on her neck, her arms wrapped flaccidly around him. Both falling asleep with huge grins forming on their faces.

Hey I wrote a sex novel..at least the the first sexual encounter (pt. 9)

Her arms flew around him, pulling him crushingly tight against her, fingernails digging into his back and buttocks. This was an impossible rhythm, an impossible force, yet he continued. Her pelvis matched him beat for beat while his breathing was punctuated with animal grunts. Moving his legs higher against the underside of her thighs, he raised her buttocks off of the bed, pushing only for his own release. This loss of connection only sent her further along, his unbridled need for release triggering something deep and urgent inside of her. She found a voice that vaguely resembled her own and urged him with language she did not realize she was capable of using without tremendous embarrassment.

Hey I wrote a sex novel..at least the the first sexual encounter (pt. 8)

Moans yielded to gasping screams as the orgasm overtook her, every flick of his tongue burning throughout her body. Wave after wave, it continued, rolling over her, eroding her endurance. Her juices flowed freely down his chin, belying her wanton desire and freed inhibitions. Normally, this would be the stopping point, to let her recover. However, his lust for her had grabbed him in its fiery grip. He felt his hands increasing the grip on her breasts and his arms, the control of her legs. Listening intently, he continued on, stopping only when her writhing began to overwhelm her breathing.

Completely recovered from his own release, he felt a renewed need to be one with his love. This need consumed him, spurred him onward. Using his body, he pushed her further onto the bed, keeping her legs splayed open. One decisive thrust placed his engorged member completely inside of her, replacing her panting with a series of small, guttural grunts. With wild abandon, he pumped in and out of her most secret of places, savoring the slapping noise his skin made against hers and feeling her moisture spray onto his thighs with each thrust.

Hey I wrote a sex novel..at least the the first sexual encounter (pt. 7)

His release made her acutely aware of the unquenched inferno building to crescendo within her. She remained on her knees before him, using every ounce of willpower to remain stationary. His feet whispering on the carpet as he circled her, waiting for something. Her breathing continued to grow more controlled as the immediacy of her need began to ebb. She felt him kneel in front of her, his soft lips bringing hers alive with a tender kiss while a hand under her chin bade her to stand, the kiss unbroken.

His gentle touch guided her to the bed while pressure on her shoulders urged her to sit there at the edge. Her full breasts yielded to a firm touch and she lay back, allowing her feet to dangle over the side of the bed. In an instant, he was on her, face firmly at the junction of her thighs, tongue planted insistently at her clitoris. He scooped her legs and placed them over his shoulders, wrapping his arms under her thighs and hands strongly kneading her breasts. She moaned in shock and a slight bit of pain as this aggressiveness was foreign to her. Her next sound was a sigh as the pleasure began to register throughout her body.

His tongue invaded every thought as the assault on her clitoris continued. The familiar tingle began in her belly and radiated to her upper legs as they jerked spasmodically in time with the sensation between her legs. Her breath came in rapid, shallow gasps. She needed this; she had to have it. There was no denying her. His head became trapped in the vise like grip of her quivering thighs. He bit down and trapped her bud, isolating it for a final assault. Gripping her breasts firmly, he launched all out warfare on her most sensitive organ.

Hey I wrote a sex novel..at least the the first sexual encounter (pt. 6)

His moaning fueled her own flames. She relaxed the muscles in her throat so she could take his entire length, swirling the tip of her tongue along the underside of the shaft as she proceeded. Upon reaching the base, she lightly placed her teeth on his sensitive skin and gently retreated, using the tip of her tongue to pay special attention to the highly excitable skin where the head and shaft met. Although enjoying the teasing, his desire for her became greater. Sliding his hands from her dark hair and tracing her cheeks, he eventually found her hands. Holding them in his, he pulled them up his skin, feeling the electricity in her touch while she continued to manipulate him with her mouth. Reaching a spontaneous decision, she managed to work one hand free and moved it back to the base of his erection, pumping it firmly while she increased the tempo and pressure. His hips began to thrust forward, in synch with her urgency, his hands now holding her head firmly. He recognized what she wanted and felt obligated to provide her with every desire.

His grunts and thrusts came more rapidly and she knew he would not deny her. She was even more aroused than him, her smooth inner thighs wet from desire. She allowed him to hold her head still while he thrust into her waiting mouth, listening to him pant and gasp. Suddenly she felt him start to swell as his breathing became more shallow and rapid. She increased the pressure of her lips wrapped around him, urging him onward, until she felt that first spurt, followed immediately by the warm, salty-sweet taste of his essence flooding her warm mouth. Holding perfectly still, save for her tongue coaxing the underside of his shaft while he emptied into the back of her throat, she swallowed him hungrily, milking him until he was completely flaccid again.

Hey I wrote a sex novel..at least the the first sexual encounter (pt. 5)

Reaching back, she found his abdomen and snaked her fingers through the hair and, in one swift motion, down to his erection. She smiled as she heard him let out a surprised gasp while lightly running her fingers up and down the shaft. Not sensing any resistance on his part, she decided to get a bit bolder and wordlessly stepped forward and turned around, dropping to her knees in front of him. She managed to keep her hand in place, wishing she could see but compensating by running her fingers lightly around to his firm buttocks, allowing her hair to cascade teasingly over his groin.

She placed one hand at the back of his scrotum, caressing him gently while wrapping her other hand firmly around the base of his penis. Sensing him watching her, she tilted her head up toward his face, imagining his expression through her blindfold. She slowly moistened her lips with her soft, pink tongue and beginning at the head, planted gentle, wet kisses along the upper surface, all the way down to the base and back up to the tip, licking the clear, glistening preejaculate. His soft moans revealed the ecstasy she knew she was providing. She proceeded to torment him by performing the same actions on the three remaining sides, stroking him lightly with her fingernails. His hands sought out her dark hair and held on firmly as she slowly slid his erection into her mouth.

Hey I wrote a sex novel..at least the the first sexual encounter (pt. 4)

The heat emanating from her core had grown from its initial spark to a now raging inferno. As her dress continued its path upward, so did his loving ministrations, starting from the midline of her back and then radiating outward from there to her hips, finally taking a slow, languid trip up her spine, with special homage paid to her shoulder blades while he unfastened and removed her bra, making her tremble. She longed to beg him to just take her, to slide inside of her and bring them both euphoric pleasure. But she knew instinctively that he would not deviate from his plan of action. She was at his mercy but she was the one reaping the fringe benefits.

Once again his lips found a home at the nape of her neck but this time she noticed something a bit different. Aside from a pair of silk boxers, he was nude. This time when she pressed back against him, she could feel the heat emanating from his body, fanning her own flames even higher. She felt so acutely aware of everything around her that she even imagined she could feel the hair on his chest lightly tickling her back. She had finally reached her breaking point.

Hey I wrote a sex novel..at least the the first sexual encounter (pt. 3)

It's starting to heat up...grab ya popcorn!

He nudged her closer to the bed and turned her to face him. An anxious grin was softened by a deep kiss. Her mouth yielded to his full, soft lips as his hands roamed over the front of her body.

He broke the kiss and settled on his knees before her, his hands sliding up under the hem of her dress to the elastic of her hose, easing it down over her hips. He caressed the smooth skin of her legs as he gingerly exposed them. His soft hands massaged her leg muscles while his lips and tongue paid homage to the soft skin, continuing to torment her as he removed the hose from her legs. He removed each shoe delicately, kissing her feet.

With her vision completely obscured, it seemed as if her peripheral senses had been reborn in a much-heightened state. Every movement she heard, every touch she felt, even the scent from the candles was intoxicating. While she was wondering what will happen next, an electrifying feeling shot through her as gentle but firm pressure on each leg indicated that he wanted her to turn around again. When she turned around, she felt his lips and tongue making a return journey, alternating up the back of each leg, pausing to pay special attention to the sensitive skin on the back of her knees. When he reached the hem of her dress, he began raising it, tantalizingly slow, up and over her now bare buttocks. The sensation produced rom gentle bites almost sent her over the edge. Sensing this from the rocking of her hips and the more obvious sign of her gripping his hair, he lightened his touch to keep her from going over the brink.

Hey I wrote a sex novel..at least the the first sexual encounter (pt. 2)

Ok.. are you ready for more?

Her mouth traveled across the tattoos that covered his chest. he closed his eyes as he felt the warm moisture from her soft lips move across his body. he then opened his eyes and grabbed her hair, exposing her neck...

What he was doing to her was intoxicating, setting every nerve ending on fire. She could hardly believe how much she wanted - no - needed him. She wasn't too thrilled to let him know how electrifying his touch and his kisses felt. Even more, she disliked the idea of giving him that much power over her. But she knew the reward was well worth surrendering herself to him.

She continued scanning their home through partially opened eyes as he guided her toward their bedroom where more candles projected intermingling shadows on the walls and ceiling. She caught a very brief glimpse of their bed before she realized that his hands were no longer touching her and her vision had become blurred by a dark, silk scarf being placed softly over her eyes. She stepped backward, bumping into him and brought her hands up to her face. She paused with her hands resting over the upper edge of the silken blindfold, debating whether to leave it in place. Sensing her discomfort, he made no move to stop her, kissing her neck tenderly instead. As uneasy as being blindfolded made her, his response reminded her how safe and special she felt with him; not only did she love and respect him deeply, she also trusted him implicitly. She brought her hands down to allow him to secure the scarf around her eyes. As soon as he was done, she brought his hands to her lips, kissing each finger tenderly.

Hey I wrote a sex novel..at least the the first sexual encounter (pt. 1)

Sooooo back in the undergrad days (when Zane books were surprisingly popular) I decided that I was going to write a sex novel. Well as random as I am I never actually got a chance to sit down and put an effort in it. So one day I did and all I could get out was the first scene. I then caught extreme writer's block. So is the excerpt, tell me what you think...


Her arrival was greeted by shadows borne of multiple flickering candles dancing around an otherwise darkened room. She felt his presence and knew he was close. Although she was at home, the surroundings seemed, somehow, alien. Her eyes darted about the room, trying to identify familiar objects, to little avail.

She let out a small gasp when his muscular arms snaked over hers, entwining around her torso, pulling her back against him. Her hands shot up, gripping his sinewy forearms as she tried to greet him, but was cut short by two simultaneous actions: his right index finger tracing lightly over her supple lips and his warm breath at the nape of her neck igniting a small fire in her belly as soft, moist kisses left her neck tingling and her knees weak. Unconsciously, her grip on his arms relaxed and her fingers made their way to the back of his head, gently pulling it forward as she tilted her own head forward to provide him better access.

As he continued to nuzzle the nape of her neck, her shortened breathing urged him to continue. His hands slid back, cupping her ample, firm breasts. Her sensitive nipples began to respond as he manipulated them through the soft, dark fabric of her dress. His lips began to migrate toward the right side of her neck, biting gently along the way. A soft gasp escaped her lips as he bit a little too firmly on her earlobe. To apologize, he hugged her tighter to his warm body.

He released her and she turned around. looking up into his eyes she saw everything her mind knew she should run away from but her heart could only stay. a solitary tear ran down her cheek and he kissed it dry. she then pushed his face away. he was taken aback. did he do something wrong? she said nothing. instead, she reached for his black button down shirt and ripped it off...

So its kind of long, so I will break this up, so there will be more to come... make sure you come back

What happened to Chivalry??

This is a question more or less that I hear from women more and more often. Not in regards to me but in regards to men they come in contact with on a regular basis.

Let me begin my diatribe by saying that you fellas that are giving men a bad name leaving me in a Catch 22. By you being dogs you make me the exception, The Enigma. The Break from the status quo and that’s cool. But at the same time you guys are treating females so badly now that they have forgotten what its like to be treated like a woman, and spoken to like a woman should be spoken to. So they have come to expect the crap that so many males feed them now a days as the norm. I am tired of seeing to many females subconsciously accept BS men as the standard of what a man should be.

Ladies Lesson #1: You will Not Get What You Want By Settling For Less

This is self-explanatory. If you are settling that means you are compromising what you want for something less than what you deserve. You need to stop this practice. If you want a man that is in school, without kids, and doesn’t use the word Bitch like water, then go for it. Take the happiness that you deserve to have and experience a relationship that is actually enriching. Find a man that you can bring home to mama, but can also handle things in other ways the way you want them handled. A man, who challenges you mentally, helps you to blossom emotionally and positively contributes to your spiritual growth. These are crucial elements in helping a relationship truly blossom into something beautiful.

In addition to this, if you settle for this man...Then you will always resent him because he isn’t ALL that you want him to be. Resentment builds and leads to conflict. Conflict resentment spreads itself like a cancer within your relationship and affects all other elements of your relationship from the Physical, Mental, and Emotional Standpoints. This will also affect your spiritual vitality, because you put yourself in a coach class situation when God has nothing but 1st class for you. So as you settle for things outside of Gods plan for your life you ultimately get comfortable with things that create distance between you and God.

In conclusion my sistas, respect yourself and don't settle for less than what you want when choosing the man that will occupy your mind and your time. It will help you grow that much more as a person, and will improve the happiness of that relationship as well as relationships that you will find yourself in the future because you will have a greater sense of self. Now if you would like to get deeper on this topic hit me up. Cause I left a lot out. Compromise is different than settling. So its okay to compromise slightly just DONT SETTLE. Till Next Time

The Challenge pt. 2 (again just venting...dont mind me..like I gave a fuck)

What is love? I’m starting to think that love is illusive. You know it’s really whatever you make it. I always was the one who believed that true love was this strong force that defies description, intoxicating your mind, body, and soul. (Later on I found out that was called infatuation. It seems like everyone always confuses the two.)


I feel you can learn to love and when you do finally learn to love you, you learn to accept. And with that newfound acceptance you find contentment. So does the concept of "being in love truly exist?" No, It’s simply learning to compromise.



Where are the "wholesome" women hiding? You know the ones that know casual sex is overrated and mental stimulation is more fulfilling. I don’t know why lately I’ve been attracting women that are only after what is in between my legs (curiosity I guess). I have so much more to offer.



Why do really obese girls call themselves thick? I knew this one girl who used to say that she was thick because she was not fat and not skinny. It used to make her feel good. But now if you say you're thick people automatically assume you’re repulsively over weight. I’m not being mean; I think ladies should just be real. Embrace you’re bigness and stop saying you’re thick! Damn it!



What ever happened to the nice ladies? it seems like today every girl is so shallow, more concerned about his looks and being envied. For some reason they are convinced that it’s cool to be promiscuous and superficial.... whatever happened to loyalty and morals. I don’t want to settle for any round the way chick, but there’s not much to choose from.

The Challenge! (I just feel like venting)

You know what, I don’t understand the way a lot of you females function, you say you want a man but why dig so deep and not ask for a king, you say you want someone to hold you down, but yet to him your always keeping him down, how can you possibly ask for a dime when you are copper penny. I challenge you, to raise your standards, mentally, physically, and emotionally, take care of home and take care of his throne, I challenge you, to be flattered when a male would rather call you his Queen then his wifey, I challenge you, will you accept or hide, will you challenge me, will you test me, will you find the truth that lies in my breathe, that lingers from my tongue, to the points of my teeth, through your ear, making love to your brain, this KING challenges you!

I have a voice...pssst psst come and listen

I generally refuse to try and describe, at any given time, myself in less than 10,000 words, but here goes.

• I enjoy random and useless facts.
• I graduated from Norfolk State University.
• I have lost every pair of sunglasses I have ever owned. I can only hope I am reunited with them in the afterlife.
• I am not for sale.
• I drive a white, 2006 Kia Optima .
• I've never been able to do a backflip.
• Certain foods make me gag.
• I knew a guy in college that could burp the alphabet, but I wouldn't make a habit of it.
• I think that Family Guy is possibly the best T.V. show ever.
• I don't understand why people cry when they hear the national anthem (I'm not very patriotic).
• I try to see the best in people.
• I make it a point to make at least one-person smile every day.
• I make it a point for me to smile every day.
• Yes, I did sniff glue and paint as a child.
• I like fireworks.
• I'm pretty sure that aliens do exists.
• I think that dirty dishes are scary!
• I am not handsome when I wake up in the morning.
• I am likely to name my children based on the fact that it sounds cool in the "name game".
• I have always wondered that if we really did evolve from monkeys, then why aren't there half monkey men walking around.
• I have always had the aspiration of moving to a Middle Eastern country to become a cab driver.
• Often times, my laundry schedule depends on my supply of clean underwear and socks.
• I have been known to throw away and buy new stuff rather than having to wash it (dishes and clothes included).
• Ok I was lying but it sounded convincing.
• I am dyslexic (ha-ha, I spelled dyslexic right).
• I want to enjoy long walks on the beach, but don't live near one.
• I am a huge 49ers Fan.
• I draw pictures on my bread with the mustard when making a sandwich.
• I don't think there is much of anything that is better than sleeping during a thunderstorm.
• I am a firm believer in living life to its fullest and never settling for normal!
• I believe that you are only as happy as you choose to be, and I choose to be happy.
• With that being said I have almost begun to wonder if there will ever be a woman who accepts me the way I am.
• I will not change for anyone and I don't expect anyone to change for me!

Hey You! Are You Still Wearing Sunglasses In The Club?

There are very few reasons that this is acceptable...very few:

1.) You are legally blind and decided that it will not let that interrupt you social agenda

2.) You just had lasik surgery and just like the reasons stated in #1 you've decided to not let that stop your fun

*SIDENOTE*

Both reasons are cause for you to keep your ass in the house , but we understand you're not strong soooooooooooooo.....

on to final reason

(Drum Roll....in David Letterman voice)

3.) Your eye is cocked like a pistol....I mean Aaliyah and Notorious B.I.G when he was Biggie Smalls (noticed they both wore glasses alllllllll the time..R.I.P to them both) dont have nothing on you. I mean you need to have Musiq looking like he got his shit fixed cause yours is so jacked up...

DAMN THATS BAD!!!!

Now I wont take the high road here. I was a chronic sunglasses wearing in the club looking ass nucca. Reference below




But people know how I am when I'm out and about ...
(takes a long pull)
And before the ban in DC, I used to get it in right in the club
(shout to the days of Pearl and Republic Gardens...DC Live and V.I.P)
The last thing I needed, was people blowing my shit all up and just blowing me period
(they get all wide eyed and shit and then be all up in your face going "Oooooooooooooooooh" like they just found that their best friend was impregnated by their other friends ex-boyfriend)

Plus my eyes already chink up when I smile and I've never been one to hide my passion behind bottles of Visine or Clear Eyes.

But I digress....and sunglasses have no point without the sun....
so if I can change, so can you!!

Besides its 2009...the year of change and sunglasses in the club now is just a damn shame!!

Anyone else hate dating right now... Seriously??

Is it me or is dating getting more difficult as we get older? It seems to me that a lot of people are in the same boat..here's my deal: I'm an attractive man. I take care of myself. I know how to have a good time and I've got tons of personality. I've got friends and a good job. What I DON'T have is someone of the opposite sex to have fun with. I mean sex is one thing but actual company during the daylight hours, is something that seems to be a rare commodity these days. Is it because we men are outnumbered 25:1? Is it because it's relatively easy to get laid in DC so you'd have to be crazy to deal with all the "strings" I hear mention in a negative context? All I know is, that I'm not looking for said "strings.." What I am looking for is the company of a girl with whom I can do fun stuff(read: go out to the movies, rent movies, take weekend trips, WHATEVER) You know...what we used to call dating.

Option A - Wine tasting 

Option B - Hang out at a pool (maybe your complex has one)

Option C - Bake some cookies. Eat them.

Option D - Peddle boats in the Tidal Basin

Option E - Dance at Cafe Citron

Option F - Picnic on the Mall

Option G - Comedy show at the Improv

Option H - Sushi at Cafe Asia

Option I - Steaks at Ruth's Chris

Option J - Steaks on a grill

Option K - Seafood kabobs on a grill

Option L - Olives at Olives

Option M - Dinner cruise on Potomac

Option N - Check out the monkeys at the zoo

Option O - Smores at Cosi

Option P - Drinks at the Doubletree which spins

Option Q - Couples massage at Sugarhouse

Option R - Hang out at Gravelly Point

Option S - Run/Walk (I need to workout after being sick)

Option T - Coffee or tea anywhere

Option U - Cigars at Iwo Jima

Option V - Volunteer at Walter Reed

Option W - Baseball game at Nationals Stadium or Camden 

Option X - Shoot some pool at Bungalow's or Buffalo Billards

Option Y - Shoot some water guns on a random beach

I'm just a man dammit!!!

Blame it on the few drinks that I've had, or maybe it's the warped hobby I have of being a romantic at heart and constantly trying shit and trying shit (dont work) trying shit and trying shit (dont work) 

only to be dissapointed each time. 

Blame it on the few drinks that I've had, or maybe it's because I wasn't breast fed as a baby, or that I have don't have a firm grasp on what society calls "boundaries."

So this missed connection goes out to you darling. You're the girl who averted her eyes when I politely smiled in your direction at the bookstore. Don't mistake my smile as a subtle form of trying to rip your panties off. It's just a smile, I promise. 

You're the girl who glared at me when I stared at your chest in the laundromat. Don't mistake my staring at your chest as a subtle form of trying to rip your panties off. I'm just imagining you naked, I promise, nothing more.

This connection is for the girl at the bar tonight that stepped on my foot and then turned her nose up at me when I apologized. 

This is also for the woman last week who I  tried to help pump her gas. No need to rush away, I was merely taught that a woman should never pump gas in the presence of a man..nothing more. 

This connection is for the girl at the bar the other night that was angry with me because I was talking to her breasts. "Hello, my face is up here," she said. Honey, I know where your face is. 

This is also for the woman last week who I helped with her groceries when she dropped them in front of me. Both of us bending over, I got a good look down your blouse, yum! 

Here's looking out for number 1...and here's looking out for a great pair...though I also appreciate a firm buttocks!