T-Shirt - Destinys Child

The sensual and relaxing tenor of Beyonce moaning "When your not hereee...I sleep in your t-shirt...I wish you were hereeeee...To take off your t-shirt" along with the steaming hot bubble bath I'm sitting in while sipping on the third glass of White Zinfandel (an extremely long day at the office...uggghhhhh) still doesn't seem to put my fatigued body at ease...There's something missing and as I realize what's missing from such a sweet sensual night, a wicked smile spreads across my face. I pick up the buzzing blackberry & I automatically know its my boo's before even taking a glimpse. Africa is confirming our PAMPER ME day @ the Bliss Spa located in the W Hotel...This one is our fave and the ladies who work there are use to our outlandish banter we carry on with, lmao. Kamille indicates she will be running a little late & instantly we all attack with our endless questions of why & who's more important than us, LOL, LOL....Africa begins her endless teasing on Kamille once we find out her boo is making a surprise trip to the city for the weekend, LOL.

Ahhhh Tony...The things he does to my body words can't begin to explain. This summer was to be nothing more than a mere Sex & The City whore fest courtesy of the senseless relationships we've all decided to give the middle finger to (smh what a waste of time but hey you live & you learn!). However, Tony came in and totally threw my whore game of course and can't say I would change it for the world...Or so I thought.

I grab my fluffy lavender towel and head to the bedroom. As I throw the towel off and stand naked and moist in front of my floor length mirror, my mind starts to wander off into our last session and how this mirror nearly became a casualty. As I smooth on my Jergens Shea Butter Cream (One of my indulgences after a nice long warm bath), I decide to give Tony a call and see if he's free to come satisfy the yearning of my throbbing clit. I started to give up after the third ring but as I went to end the call, I hear "Hey pretty girl....I was just thinking about you. What's going on???" After 15 mins of phone teasing, we confirm plans for this evening and I begin to prepare for tonight's events....Lace fuchsia teddy, his favorite KY Massaging Oil in Bali Moonlight & my handy dandy rabbit...I foresee my morning starting off on a GREAT note tomorrow!!!

Its about 5 am and I'm awaken by soft kisses going down my back. I realize the nite is over and its time for Tony to leave...Usually I'm a little sad to see him go but this time...I'm feeling way to satisfied to even think of not seeing him for the next few days. As I stand in front of the closet, grabbing at outfits for work....I begin to wonder, should I tell Tasha before or after her fairy tale wedding to Tony about our little love affair...

Stay Tuned...

Miss Dior!!


Holiday Greetings from Karrie, Indie, Miss Dior and Maia Notewell!

Season's Greetings to all our Readers. Have a Happy Holiday and Safe Travels!

Don't miss us too much... we'll be back before the new year ;)



What Are Your Top 3 Highlights of 2008?

2008 was definitely a great year for me both personal and professionally. I can go on and on listing all the items which affected my life in a positive way. However, there are 3 factors which turned out to be the greatest things to happen for this year. Share with us your top 3 highlights of 2008!!!

1) Finally putting self first!!! (Always the giver, never the receiver)

2) Setting and accomplishing majority of my work related goals

3) Finally letting go of the useless relationships (including friendships)

2008 has been a great learning experience...Looking forward to an even better 2009!!! No more resoultions people!!! Less talking, more ACTION

Miss Dior!!


AFRICA & DAVID...A look back

CLICK HERE to read the first part of AFRICA and catch a glimpse into this forbidden affair.

After Africa returned home from her business trip to LA, she and David stayed in touch. During the LA trip, David expressed his interest in Africa but Africa wasn't really receptive at first because she knew it was bad to mix business with pleasure. Especially, since David was one of the three bosses. That's a whole other story.

There was a weekend event for a major magazine called Sophisticated Men's magazine in New Jersey that she thought would be a good networking event and a good opportunity to meet some people that could possibly help her along in her modeling career. The event was being held in a very nice hotel. Attendees booked their rooms weeks in advance in order to stay the whole weekend and participate in the weekend events that magazine was offering. This was one of the biggest networking events that took place every year and this would be the first time she attended. Even though the event was for the whole weekend, it wasn't necessary that Africa stay in NJ the whole weekend. She really wanted to stay but she didn't have the money to book herself a hotel room as well as money for any miscellaneous expense incurred. She would be attending this alone but she was going to meet up with some photographers that she worked with. So she already knew she would not be wandering the hotel alone.

Unfortunately, it would be difficult to get back home from NJ late at night. She didn't have a hotel room booked to stay in allowing Africa to be able to attend only Saturday's event's and go back home after. It would be hell taking public transportation back home from NJ at 12 in the morning. She needed to figure out who was willing to give her a ride. If David came, maybe he would take her back home.

Sophisticated Men's magazine was also partnering with David's company for the company's eye candy calendar Africa shot for in LA. So she already knew that there was a huge possibility that she would see David again at the event. Not to mention that David lived in New Jersey. Africa grabbed her blackberry from off the bed and decided to text David to asks if he was going to attend the magazines event. The last time she spoke to David was a week after she returned home from LA.

AFRICA: Hey..what's up?

DAVID: Whats up, how you doing?

AFRICA: I'm good. Hope all is well with you. Did you hear about the Sophisticated Men's event being held in NJ this weekend? Are you going?

DAVID: Yeah, I will be there. You going?

AFRICA: Yeah, I will be there.

DAVID: I look for forward to seeing you again.

Africa smiled at the words on her blackberry. It vibrated again showing another text from David.

DAVID: Are you staying for the whole weekend?

AFRICA: Ummm, well, I want to but I don't have a room booked for the weekend.

DAVID: I will pay for a room for you.

Africa wasn't expecting David to offer a room. She didn't even ask him for the ride yet. She was pleasantly surprised.

AFRICA: That's very nice of you. Are you sure?

DAVID: It's not a problem. Just call me as soon as you get to New Jersey. I will meet you at the hotel.

AFRICA: OK, thank you. See you then.

For some reason, Africa was filled with anticipation and excitement. She
couldn't wait to see David again.




What Is It You REALLY Want?

Many nights, the girls and I have sat around and spoke about what we want/need from men. Why we love 'em but can't live without 'em, what they do wrong and right, what they don't know how to do and why they are how they are...

This past summer, however, I was having dinner with some people and we were actually confabulating about what men want from women. The few guys that were at the table basically stated that they needed 4 main things from their wifey's, shorty's, or boo's. Jump's have been exempt from this topic. In no particular order, those four things were:

*have a goal in life and be responsible - Self explanatory.

*protect your self-image to him and in public - if your relationship is public, you are a reflection of your man - act right. I can dig this.

*be honest - whether you're in an open relationship or committed one - keep it funky, because the minute you do something opposite of what you told them you were doing, it's over ... That's funny to me, because females give way too many chances but the minute we fuck up, we're done? Hmmm...

*know when to STFU/stop complaining - also self explanatory, but my question is: what exactly constitutes a complaint?

Now I'm probably not stating these things verbatim, but in a nutshell, this is what it boiled down to.

RTRW male readers & wanderers - I wanna know what you would want from your woman (whether you have one or not). What is it you really want from us? Ladies, please chime in. Maybe your man has told you what he wants or maybe you simply wanna refute something one of the guys are saying. Either way, let's Real Talk it out...




Dirty Little Secret - The All-American Rejects

We all have them to some degree…those terrible skeletons in our closets. Some of us have secrets we vow to take to the GRAVE! We fear if we bring these secrets to light, we would ultimately lose the respect of our friends, families and possibly have them NEVER speak to us again!

Do you think your “Dirty Little Secret” is absolutely UNFORGIVABLE, DISGUSTING & just down right SHOCKING and don’t no one in this world have a secret worse than yours?

Well, let’s see…Pssssttttt...I’ll give you my “Dirty Little Secret” if you give me yours.

*IMPORTANT REMINDER * EVERYONE PLEASE DO NOT forget to post your secret as “ANONYMOUS”. This is especially to our blogger friends that usually don’t remain anonymous. So we should NOT be seeing any names in the responses to this blog.




Toy Story [3]

Click here for Toy Story [1] and here for Toy Story [2] if you have not previously read them.

"What the... I have not heard from you in like 4 months and you have the nerve to hit me up at 1:40 in the morning talking 'bout you wanna play catch up?! Bitches!" I muttered to myself while laying in my bed.

The throbbing beneath me was becoming inadmissible. "Maybe I should just put something sexier on ... throw some red bottoms on ... sit in front of the mirror deliberately positioned adjacent my bed and make my own movie, fuck it." I thought to myself.

1:52am. My ringing phone interrupted my thoughts. I grabbed it and saw Selena's name flashing across my Blackberry. "Damn, she must really miss this pussy", I said as I laughed out loud.

"Hello...", I whispered acting as if I was asleep.

"Karrie, are you up? I wanted to come through ... unless homeboy's home. Then I'll take a raincheck." Selena teased.

"Very funny ... no 'homeboy' isn't home and so what if he was? He'd probably join us anyway. I'm up now, obviously. What's up? How you been? Still with that crazy bitch?" When Selena and I were seeing each other, she was dating this borderline psychotic butch chick who I had to repeatedly remind that Selena and I were not really involved. We were simply college buddies that built an intimate friendship...

"Yeah, we're still together ... 4 years strong." Selena commented.

"Yipeeee ... 4 years..." I said sarcastically. Can she stop playing this game? If she wants to come over and tear my pussy up, then why can't she just say it! Am I guilty of the same game? Maybe I should just tell her to come over. Fuck it. "Where are you?" I asked.

"I'm right outside your building..." She said.

"Hurry upstairs. I'm waiting. You got any toys with you? I can't find mine." I asked hoping she'd say yeah.

"Of course I do ... see you in a few."

1:59am. My bell rang. I buzzed her in and ran back to my room to quickly straighten out my Ralph Lauren sheets, throw some Chocolate Amber splash on and take my Victoria Secrets boyshorts off. She knocked on the door and as I opened it, I suddenly remembered why I used to "see" her. She was soooo attractive. Her skin looked as if she had on bronzer but I know she didn't; she loathed make-up. She had almond shaped eyes, cinnamon freckles that came alive in the sun and a natural hair-do similar to that of Tracey Ellis Ross', except her hair was brown. Her body frame matched mine; small breasted, a waist that any man's hands can completely wrap around, a generous amount of hips and a well-rounded derrière.

We walked to the room in silence. No words needed to be exchanged, as we both knew what she was there for. I noticed her scanning the room for a minute. What was she looking for? I don't quite know. But what I do know is that I needed her to soothe my womanhood. She took her clothes off and pulled out The Dolphin. As she got on her knees, I grinned. Then I laid back, opened my legs, spread my lips and prepared to take a trip down memory lane.

To Be Continued.




Africa looked forward to logging on her work computer on Wednesday because she knew that once she opened her outlook email, she would be greeted by the daily dose of entertaining emails from her 3 close friends. Everyday there would be a new topic of discussion via email between the friends that was simply made for a television talk show. Africa never thought she would have a circle of girlfriends like this because she truly hated females and had no friends growing up through childhood.

Africa, Kamille, Stella and Tanya were on serious “bad girl behavior” for the year 2008. They were all beautiful, young and going through life’s experiences as very strong minded independent females. Not to mention, the men were flocking to them like flies to tape allowing the four girls to really explore their options in the dating scene. They were truly living the “Sex in The City” lifestyle and enjoying every minute of it. As Africa sat at her work desk overwhelmed by papers, the song that she and David made love to during their weekend of business in the hotel, Anita baker “Sweet Love”, suddenly played on the radio. Africa couldn’t help but to sit back and smile in her chair reminiscing of that perfect moment being wrapped in his arms feeling like the most beautiful woman in the world from the way he kissed her. Hearing the song made her sink into a deep trance wishing he was right next to her kissing her to their song again.

Africa’s blackberry would go off every 10 minutes with new emails. Unfortunately, the company she worked for was strict on the cell phone policy. She had already been written up for being caught checking emails and texting on her crackberry. She would often make more trips to the bathroom than usual just to check her messages. By this time her coworkers probably thought she had an uncontrollable bladder problem. However, the only messages she really wanted to make sure she didn’t miss and check right away were the text messages from David. Dating a married man wasn't easy. Time was their worst enemy.

Africa’s heart fluttered when she her BB vibrated.

“What’s up beautiful”, the text read..

To be continued...



Ok...this is for the fellas and the ladies because it can go both ways. However, I'm speaking as a female.

Is it weird to have daily conversations via BBM or text with your boo's (the person your dating) homeboy to the point where you speak with the homeboy more than you speak with your boo? If anything, isn't it your boo the person you are suppose to be speaking with on an almost daily basis?

So your dating someone and your in the beginning stages. Nothing is official. You don't speak with your boo on the phone or via text often because he is always busy or he just have really bad phone mannerisms. So you may speak to your boo once a week on the phone and/or via text, even though you want to speak with him more often.

In some ways, you feel a little neglected because you just have the urges for meaningless late night conversations but that doesn't happen with the person your dating. You want to develop the lines of communication between you and your boo but it's not panning out that way because there is just no conversation when the two of you are NOT in each other's presence. So,it just so happens that the lines of communication or that friendship that you are trying to develop with your boo, you are unintentionally developing it with his homeboy.

You speak with his homeboy via BBM or text just about everyday about random shit. You two just have casual friendly conversation as if you were talking with a friend and sometimes his homeboy gives you advice on how to go about things as far as you and your boo ( his friend). You begin to feel comfortable expressing your feelings and the feelings you have for your boo to him as if his homeboy was one of "the girls". So now your boo's homeboy knows more about how you feel than your boo does. It is his homeboy that checks on you,not your boo. However, his homeboy has not tried anything funny or given any signals that he is going to.

So what does it mean when your more comfortable expressing yourself, venting your random frustrations or just needing a laugh is something that you find comfort with your boo's homeboy and you wish you could do this with your boo? Would you consider this harmless knowing that if you found out your boo was speaking with one of your close girlfriends daily, you would feel a little funny?

Talk to me people...



You're BAD at Sex!!!

When is it ok to tell the opposite sex that they are BAD at SEX?

I was having this very interesting conversation with my homeboy today and he was relating to me that the girl presently in his life is not ‘doing it’ for him. His complaints were that she is laid back in bed and she never wants to do anything exciting, her ‘blow-job’ game is sadly lacking and she cannot ‘ride’ to save her life. The simplest of things that is needed to satisfy a man, granted that a man can get a nut on his own, but when involved whether it be in a serious or casual relationship, men have needs too women and we need to understand and satisfy those needs to continue being the HBIB (Head Bitch in Bed) or make room for The Bitch Who Will.

My advice was plain and simple. LET HER KNOW!!! Hopefully she will be open enough to take it in and try to improve herself before she makes the mistake with another dude. He vehemently refused saying that it will hurt her feelings and she may feel bad. He cannot do it. I decided to share my own related experience.

I was in a situation like that and I choose to let my dissatisfaction be known. It would have been a waste of time to continue letting him gnaw at my vagina or to pretend as if him licking my urethra instead of my clitoris was stimulating or providing me some sort of pleasure besides making me feel to ‘pee’. That was as far as he got before my lack of patience won out and I just pushed his head away and sat up with an expression that sure spoke of my displeasure. I toned it down to explain to him what he was doing wrong and how it felt. At first he was a little taken aback and angry but I made him understand that if I didn’t tell him and let him continue it would have been worse and he would have never known that what he thought was ‘good’ in bed really was not.

He absorbed my words and after the ranting ego moment (he was hurt that I would tell him that and no other woman had no complaint and he always have it going on and I must be out of mind to think that he don’t know what he doing when his dick was incredible and if I blind not to notice his dick was of exceptional size) which I let him have to get it off his chest (either that or humiliate him with my outburts of laughter), his reception to the conversation went smoothly. I guided him through what would please me which he took in with such ardor and performed with greedy passion like a student intent on gratifying the teacher. After the first orgasm from his love-making to my ‘core’ he proceeded to show me just how of exceptional size his dick was. Little guided words of where I liked it, how fast or how slow he should infiltrate and move, turn me over or pick me up, this position or that, was all he needed. He performed like a true ‘dapper’ and was exceedingly proud of himself when we were finished. I was thoroughly satisfied to the extent where we had more teaching sessions later on where I showed him just how good of an educator I really was.

Not all situations may result like the one I had. I still maintain that if your partner is not pleasing you sexually, you should let them know. They would either be the mature individual and take the criticism and progress or turn away like a dupe and go on thinking they know what to do in the bedroom.

What would you do if you in a situation like my homeboy?

**Maia Note Well**

"I Only Liked It...So I Didn't Put A Ring On it" REPOST

Ok so this is a Repost of an email I received today from my boy Esquire. He points out a lot a key reasons why Miss Ex didn't receive her ring. I recently read a blog on this same song, sharing the same views (check out Trucee's Blog - loved the post!).

Fly Note: This piece is dedicated to every woman who takes Beyonce’s latest single “Single Ladies” literally. Please understand that her world does not provide a true depiction of every day life, so you have to view her songs purely for what they are … entertainment only.

Dear (Ex) Love,

We need to talk. Judging from the voicemail you just left me, I’m starting to believe that this Beyonce song, “Single Ladies…Put A Ring On It” has you confused about the true nature of our past and present relationship. When we decided to part ways, it was admittedly difficult for the both of us. I mean, let’s face it; all of the time and energy that we invested in our relationship made it hard to imagine life without you. In the end though, we both know that it was the right thing to do.

Did I miss you? Of course I did—which is why I let my emotions get the best of me when I saw you with that guy last night. I can own up to the fact that my behavior was wrong, but your response was way out of line. To suggest that I had no room to get angry because I never asked you to marry me … well that’s just ridiculous. But if you really want to play that game, then let me explain to you the real reasons that I never popped the question.

1. I will only place a ring on the finger of a woman that I deeply love and want to spend the rest of my life with. Unfortunately, you never crossed that threshold.

2. You never had a plan for your life. You were just content with us being together, which would be cool if we were 19 or 20, but we’re not—so that’s not.

3. We lived together, slept together, ate together. And after experiencing all of that, there was still something deep inside of me that wasn’t convinced that you were the one. The familiarity kept the relationship going, but it wasn’t enough to make me pull the trigger.

4. Your insecurities pushed me away. No matter how much I tried to love you, you never thought you were good enough, pretty enough, or smart enough for me. At first it was understandable, considering the tough relationship that you had just come out of. But three years later, we shouldn’t have been dealing with the same self-esteem issues that we faced on day one.

5. Your idea of marriage and family wasn’t a partnership, but a carefully laid out plan that you created—all on your own. I didn’t want to hear that “this is the way it’s going to be with my husband and my kids.” Over time, it became clear that you wanted a “yes man” instead of a partner, and I just wasn’t interested in that type of position.

So I guess with all of those reasons, what I’m really trying to say is: I ONLY liked it … and that’s why I didn’t put a ring on it. I hope I’ve made things clear.

I would like to know if all females agree with the words in Mrs. Carters #1 club banger or do you feel Miss Single Lady must not have been on her "A Game" in order to get that ring she so feels he should've put on her finger.

Miss Dior!!!

What's Your 7?

Ok so I probably have more than 7 things I ABSOLUTELY can't live without but I will list my faves for now....What are your 7 items you can't live without????

1) My BLACKBERRY (Ugghhh I die @ the mere thought of leaving it home)

2) My morning kisses from my pumpkin!!!

3) My morning coffee

4) My Velvet Bloom by Gap Scents

5) My laptop

6) My newfound love....Blogging

7) The comfort of my GIRLS :)

Miss Dior!!

Poll: What's your favorite type of Christmas gift?



"What About Your Friendssss....."

What's the true definition of a friend???? Does anyone even know what a friend is??? Ok, let me break it down for you & after reading this, let's just see how many of you can consider your self a true FRIEND. A friend is someone you know, you like, TRUST, as well as provide sympathy and support to. Over the span of my life, I can say I've met & kept in touch with quite a few people who fit into this category. However, I can also say I've encountered a few who claim they are when their really not. With age comes knowledge and as I get older, my views on certain things have changed. I can't and won't say I may be turning into a callous individual but I will say I'm turning into an individual who has no time for games and focusing my energy on frivolous squabble.

I had an interesting conversation with a friend of mine recently and at the end of our conversation we realized that no matter how old some people get, their ways will never change. Even though we have grown into graceful, educated, strong, beautiful women, its sad to see some still remain, birdish, hating, miserable tyrants. Instead of hating on one another and supporting one another, we as a breed waste way too much time and energy hating on one another. I will admit I use to be one of those individuals but with age, I've changed into a better person. I would have to say of lot of who I've become has a lot to do with the individuals I have within my circle of old and new friends.

So much has taken place within our country within the last few months, that it sadness me how people seem to worry more over who said this, did this, slept with him/her, that their losing focus on the more important things like, will I still be employed tomorrow, will I be able to continue paying for my health care....I mean come on people, what's really important to you??? My girlfriend told me, "When your the topic of your haters every conversation, smile and continue to give them something to talk about!!! You can't control everyones thoughts and actions so let them be....Continue to be who you are and never change a damn thing because of them". She damn sure got that right.....So with that, I would like to take this time out to THANK my supporters (HI HATER, HI HATER) because without you, I wouldn't be who I am today ;)

Sincerely yours....Miss Dior!!


Can We Do It Anywhere?

Anywhere - 112

Some people are uninhibited; while others aren't.

Some people remain confined to a bedroom, while others can be in a park, club, diner or telephone booth ...

Some people are voyeuristic [fyi - this is classified as a paraphilia according to the DSM IV] and exhibitionists, while others suffer from scopophobia...

I know I loooove challenge and thrill. Let's exchange stories. What's some of the craziest places you've been fondled, given, received or exchanged oral pleasures or had sex in? I'm not too interested in why it was so exciting, because to me, anything other than the 'norm' is exciting... but if you do wanna tell ... I'm all eyes.

Feel free to post anonymously, but if your story is that much interesting, I might just wanna know who you are.



Plaxico's Blunder....

Yet again another fortunate black man has tossed his career out the window due to his severe lack of judgment (http://www.nydailynews.com/sports/football/2008/12/01/2008-12-01_giants_suspend_troubled_receiver_plaxico.html). However, is all the excitement around it necessary??? Inquiring minds would not like, but love to know. It amazes me how our great mayor can state,"It will be a great outrage for Mr. Burress to be off of such severe charges". How interesting is that!!

Where's Mr. Bloomberg's disgust over the 6-foot-6 police officer who lifted a pedestrian and tossed him to the ground because the man punched the back of the officers car after he was almost ran over by that same officer??? How vehemently is he working on figuring out why tax payers are paying for the EZ Passes of City Officials? Where are his plans for putting an end to all the senseless cases of corrupt within this cities twisted system?? Why is he so eager to make an example of Plaxico for shooting himself (HTF does that happen homie??? Ever thought to check the safety, SMDH) with an unlicensed gun (Another bright idea)? Where's the same fire for prosecuting officers who every day abuse the power their given to protect us but end up inflicting the same pain their sworn in to prevent??

Two years ago a young man was killed on the eve of his wedding day in the most heinous way I've ever heard by officers who get to wake up everyday to see & touch their family, who get to see their children grow...To basically live their life freely all because they THOUGHT Sean Bell & his friends were going for guns. How hard is Bloomberg working on ending these senseless crimes committed by these officers who are paid by the people their protecting tax money?? Injustice against our black men will unfortunately continue to plague the lives of black men. However, it is up to US to finally take a stand to ensure things of this nature eventually CEASE!!!

I feel the fire has died since the passing of Sean Bell, but we need to continue the fight in order to protect our children and their children to come!! Let's continue on making our voices heard...Support the Bell family @ http://www.justiceforsean.net/. All monetary proceeds go directly to the children of Sean Bell and supporters of this cause may sign up here as well.

Sincerly....Miss Dior!!


Nappy Girl?

Let's step outside our fictional/non-fictional posts for now and try to have an open-forum discussion. I didn't post a pic that correlates with this one because I didn't really wanna search for a "nappy" girl photo ... so use either your imaginations or experiences, just as you did for our other stories.

When you’re watching television, or passing by an ad in the street, what do you see when you see a black woman? Is she ecstatic? Is her neck twisting? Is she unkempt/overweight? What about her hair? Does it look like you can run a comb through it once without struggle? Why is it that the media promotes us more on the negative side of the spectrum than the positive? When I watch a regular Colgate commercial, I see a white woman who can probably try out for ANTM. Or they’re running through fields of purple flowers, hair flowing in the wind, falling into the arms of a man who is happily awaiting them at the other end of the field.

When they cast black women in some commercials, they’re in the kitchen, with 2 mulatto kids, no father present, complaining about something. And if there is a father around, he has this look of discomfort on his face, or probably has an attitude too. In other commericals, she’s at least 20 pounds overweight, short, with a fro-like hairstyle. You’re either unaware of her body type or it’s evident that she is slightly overweight. She has hair that you can't come through, nor is it past the shoulders. Why are we perceived as if we’re just a bunch of cantankerous, sometimes overweight, unbearable people to deal with? Why is that when we’re showing joy, it has to be expressed grandiloquently? So if we’re not parading around with a 'tude, we’re being loud and abhorrent. Why can’t we be conditioned to see all different types of black women embracing different styles of clothing, hair and body types? I'm pretty sure that there are a lot of nice looking black women trying out for commercials so why are the unattractive ones, stuck in this stereotypical Afrocentric look, being chosen?

Now, I’m not saying this is in every commercial I see where a black woman is present, but this occurs quite often. I’m not sure the reason for it, or how to change it. But I do know that they need to wake up because times have changed. We’re all not nappy anymore. We can afford to keep our hair looking right. We’re all not frumpy anymore. We just have big butts and breasts (naturally!). We’re more in the office, being the backbone of a business and less in the kitchen in front the stove. We all don’t twist our necks when we’re voicing our opinion nor are we walking around with a scowl on our face. And last, we are not always at war with our men.

So if you’re a black female or another race reading this, feel free to agree/disagree with me by letting me know how YOU feel about the way black women are projected in the media (if you even noticed it at all).


PS - Toy Story [3] coming soon.



Letter from "The Bitch Who Will"

Dear Miss,

I ain't never had a problem keeping my man happy, or yours either. You see, I'm the one your lover's sneaking out to see in the middle of the night, hell, sometimes even in the middle of the day. He can never get enough of this pussy, so wet and tight. I hate to toot my horn, but the ass is all that. I can tell by the way he swims in it. Often times he drowns, but that's the part that keeps him coming back. He wants to break me, make me wifey material, but I'm not made to be broken. I break pockets; I break hearts, and then along come the happy homes. 'Why,' you ask. Aside from the good sex, I do it because it's easy.

You sit at home nagging your man, slackin, being shy and timid. You don't do this, you won't do that. I know this because he tells me. Well let me introduce myself. I'm! That bitch that will. You've heard of me. I'm the one your mama warned you about. The best friend all in your business, the co-worker getting a little too friendly on the job, and I've seen you in action. You've done everything in your power to push that man away-blowing up his cell, accusing him of things he's never done, of being with people he's never met. Well congratulations! Funny thing is... he ACTUALLY loved you. And I say that in past tense because now I got him.

When he's hanging out with the boys, I got him. When he's pulling the late night shift, I got him. Shit, even when he's running to the store for a drink, you better believe I'm right there....enticing him. He was reluctant at first, but it didn't take long. I found out what you were doing and did the exact opposite. Thanks for the tips! He was putty in my hands. Now I don't know if it was the way I spread my ass cheeks in public places for him to penetrate my deepest desire, or the way that I dropped to my knees and took his nine inch dick to the back of my throat afterwards that did it, but whatever it was, it worked. Hmmmm...Maybe it was my lunch break special. That's the One where I would have him fuck me crazy while yelling out your name to catch a quick nut. Oh that's my favorite! But I don't wanna be you, as a matter of fact I scream out 'I'm not that bitch' in response to it so he remembers. Call me a freak, but the shit turns me on. Sort of like when I'm riding his face. Seeing my cum glistening across the lips that you kiss while he tongue fucks me, is a sight I wish you could see. Who knows, you might just come across the video. I still have the one where he's running his tongue up and down my little sensitive ass right before he fingers the hell out of it. I still can't believe he got four in. Ha ha, that was a good one.

But the point is, you may look at me as a nasty dirty two faced whore, but your man thinks differently. He respects me for giving him space. I don't hound him about where he's been. The truth be told, I don't care. As long as he delivers what I want how I want, we stay in good standings. If he's giving up dough for it, even better. But I've never considered myself a full fledged gold digger. I've never asked him for shit. As a matter of fact, I don't expect a damn thing from him, but he'll make sure my needs are taken care of before yours.

Why do you think that is Miss? Because I'm sexy? Maybe, because I don't question him, possibly. But if I had to choose, I'd have to say it's because I throw that inhibited bullshit out the window and work his ass out in that bedroom. Now for you, this message is too little too late, but you can help others. He's not the first. Did you think he'd be the last? I'm always on the prowl. Neglected men aren't hard to find. Now you have first hand experience to let them all know. Advise them to get on their job or a chick like me will gladly fill that part time position.

Your greatest threat,
The Bitch Who Will

[Take heed women, SHE is out there, waiting, lurking, watching, waiting for you to slip...don't make it easy for her, don't give your man away foolishly because of stupid hang ups. This may be harsh and some women will disagree with this but SHE is VERY REAL. And some of us may agree at one point or the other, we became "The Bitch Who Will"...]

**Maia Note Well**

Question from a Reader - Does All Truth Really Come to Light ?

Here's a question that was submitted to our inbox from someone who wants to know what people think. Since we have some opinionated readers, I figured I'd let you all answer.

*Please note that this question is not verbatim - it has been edited [just a bit] to help viewers better understand. In other words, this was not so legible. People, please proofread or spellcheck your work prior to submitting anything to fab4life.blog@gmail.com, thanks.*

Here goes:

You know the saying "All truth comes to light" right? Do you think it's true? Or are there some things that never make it to light? I'm seeing this dude and I care about him, but there's somethings I just can't tell him about shit that happened in the past. I'm sure he's keeping shit away from me too, and it's cool, but I don't wanna be with him and 4 years from now, something comes to light that fucks my shit up, ya digg? So, does shit come to light eventually? Should I tell him? We been together for like 5 months and I know he's the one.

Who does she think I am? God? LMAO! No offense Miss Anonymous ... just trying to keep the humor.
So people? If you got something REAL to say ... TALK.


Toy Story [2]

*click here to read Toy Story [1] if you have not done so already*


This Page Cannot Be Displayed". Fuck! Blogger's site is down, but I need to kill time until He gets back to me. If I don't do something, I'll go crazy or better yet she'll go crazy.

I grab my Blackberry to check for a response from Him, but instead all I see is an annoying little clock on the lower left side of his BBM face ... Great. The waiting game has begun.

Maybe I should start editing that children's book I'm working on [
yes, kudos to me].
Never mind that! It's 1:09 in the morning, not the afternoon, I could care less 'bout some damn children's book right now! I decide to go to the kitchen and pour myself a glass of Riesling. I need something soothing right now.

1:19am. The phone goes off.

"Yes! He responded!" Elated, I grab my Blackberry, type in my 5-character password and go straight to the BBM icon. I scroll to his name while walking to my room, only to see that he has read my BBM but not responded. "Fuckin' jerk", I muttered under my breath. "What the hell did I do now! I haaaaate being ignored!". I throw my Blackberry on my bed and retreat back to the kitchen to get my glass of Riesling, then I suddenly remembered my phone did vibrate. "Who the hell was that?" I wondered.

As I turn the lights off and head back to my room, I stop near the Linen Closet pondering if I should give Toy another chance. I quickly dismiss that idea and head back inside.

1:33am. I throw myself on my bed and decide if I should just play with myself and call it a night, then I hear my phone go off again. I reluctantly grab it, knowing it isn't Him, unlock it, and see that I have 2 unread text messages. One of the messages, from an old "friend" named Selena, read:

"Hey Karrie, I was in the area, wanted to know if I could stop by and "play" catch up, lol ... I miss you, hit me back".

To Be Continued.


FALLING...The Morning After

Diggin on you - TLC

November 16th, a bright, cool and crisp Sunday morning after the night we first made love, not sex. Having already gotten out the bed earlier that morning to make a bowl of cereal for my child, I was not fully asleep but dozed back off.

I awoke for the second time as I felt you get out of the bed.
I remain under the covers reminiscing of our love making the night before. Wondering if you felt the same connection and emotions I experienced.

My thoughts of us are based on just “wondering" because we both refuse to share and communicate what we feel for each other at this moment in time. The mixed feelings of fear, what-if’s, uncertainties, confusion, happiness, hesitation, & influences of our past experiences hold us hostage, acting as duct tape over our mouths to prevent us from spilling our feelings to one another. So for now...I wonder... make little assumptions, with the hopes that one day you will feel comfortable enough to let me know what you feel about us....about me. Hoping that I will be able to tell you "NOW....that I'm falling" ...THEN...God willingly...I’ve fell...LASTLY.... I'm In Love with you...Baby, I Love You.

November 16th, a bright, cool and crisp Sunday morning, I lay in bed watching TV, while you’re in the kitchen making tea. My child is watching Sunday cartoons. Since when did tea take so long to make? Do I hear scraping noises on a pan, as if someone is cooking? Maybe Mr. Man is just washing dishes. I'm too lazy right now to get up to see what the hell he is doing in the kitchen. I will just lay here patiently waiting for my hot tea he is preparing for me.

"Are you going to get out the bed?” Mr. Man ask. I get out from under the warm comforter and head to the kitchen area. My ears were not deceiving me after all. He made more than tea. To my pleasant surprise...he made breakfast. Scrambled eggs....whole wheat bread....slices of cheese...a hot cup of tea. I smile, instantly turned on by the breakfast he prepared. Yeah...it was just a pan of scrambled eggs he made. Nope...he didn't even toast the bread but its the simple things in life that that hold the most value to me. What made it all the more special is that he doesn’t like to cook... does not cook...but he did and we ate our Sunday breakfast together. Thanking him with a kiss after we eat, I head back to the bedroom already planning in my mind what to cook for Sunday dinner. Meatloaf?...nahhhh. Lasagna?....too much damn work that I'm not up for today. Stew chicken, cabbage, rice & black eyed peas...PERFECT! Don’t forget the Sunday dessert Indie,”reminds my internal mini-me.

Mr. Man plays video games with my child for a very short time before he leaves for work. A short goodbye kisses he gives me as I sit on the couch. He opens the apartment door. Our eyes meet as he slowly closes the door upon his exit. Now our eyes lock. He then gives me something that he gave me the first day we met.... that beautiful big smile.

He's gone.

November 16th, a bright, cool and crisp Sunday morning...the morning after...

Breathe In...Breathe Out...Inhale...Exhale...open my eyes & realize...I'm FALLING.


"Forbidden Love"

Who would’ve thought 10yrs ago today that we would be in this very place. As I watch you sleep, I remember the day we first met & thought, " Ahhhhh shit... he’s a fucking cutie but way to cocky for me." Surprisingly, we instantly hit it off as friends, never inseparable, always together, days off were spent on the phone, always there with a helping hand, & then again that smile….Damn, how you always get me with that smile!!!

Then, I lost one of my dearest friends. I always wondered how the hell we managed to lose touch with one another. I can barely place a face with a name but your name was the one I could and would never forget. Now, 10 years later we lay wrapped up in each other’s arms. Damn, who would’ve thought, me and you, on this level?? At first I chucked this up to being just a fantasy filled. However, slowly I came to grips with the fact that this is way beyond the feeling of lust, more within the lines of love. I dream of the soft kisses you place on my forehead while we sleep, the way you softly caress my back & the way you softly whisper in my ear," Mami... I miss you." Damn, just the thought of your soft hands caressing my back, the way you playful trace the roundness of my ass, the kisses you place between my thighs, as you prepare to enter my soft, wet……..Ughhhhh just thinking of it makes my body quiver.

Don't know how long this will last for, but I'm loving every moment of it!! The hours @ work spent day dreaming of you, hearing songs on the radio reminding me of our time together, anxiously awaiting your calls.......Wait, who's this calling??? Hey babe, I'm missing you........

Stay tuned

Miss Dior!!


The Fierce Ms. Cole

Ok so this by far has to be THE best Keyshia Cole album cover I have seen thus far & I'm completely in love with the fierceness of it all!!! She has definitely come a long way since "I've Changed My Mind" and I can only see it getting better. This cd has definitely been added to my X-mas wish list. I didn't think I would be able to add another true diva to my list after Miss MJB but Miss Cole has definitely proven herself worthy of such a comparison!!!

Kudos to Keyshia for proving that throughout all her struggles, she can continue to shine like the star she is!!

Sincerely yours....Miss Dior!

Miss Diors Response to "Fall Back" Commentary

Ahhh where do I start...Ok @ the end of the day, were all going to have different views on the topic of relationships...This definitely won't be the only issue I'll blog about but its something I’ll throw in every now & then due to my loveeeeee of people's responses. So please keep them coming!!! Also, people let's please remember majority of these blogs are GENERAL statements. Some issues will be based on experience but not everything we post is based on our lives.

Now let me first say to Anonymous #1, you have pointed out some excellent points in your response!! However, is it safe to say your totally okay with your significant other giving up everything they were doing prior to you for the sake of your relationship? So now their life is to completely revolve around yours?? Now please don’t get me wrong on this matter because yes I do think sacrifices are to be made by both parties but I do not think everything should be given up either. I would think a man would be comfortable knowing their woman can not only take care of home first, but also knows how to maintain a full life of their own as well. Please explain to me why you feel “I believe if you're in a situation where you feel like "you cant breath without the person" its impossible for "your normal life to remain AS IS." I find it very possible maintaining an “AS IS” life while also maintaining a relationship. Your significant other shouldn't expect you to alter your life once they step into your world.

Anonymous #2, communication is definitely key in any relationship but smothering is NOT!!! Now if your cool with your loved one up your ass all the time, well hey to each its own but I think a relationship would function 1000% better if each person was able to continue doing their normal routine plus maintaining a personal relationship. If your boo has to be hitched up underneath you 24/7, then there seems to be some severe insecurities issues within your relationship that should be looked into & honey, that blame gets placed ON YOU!! What kind of relationship do you have when your day consist of knowing your boo’s every move, thought, bathroom break, hair salon appt……I mean I could go on but I’m sure you see where I’m going with this. Its not about throwing yourself into a bad situation, its about knowing when to give the relationship a little breathing space.

Devotedly Yours....Miss Dior!


Scenario: “De cold...my body crashing babes"..."I cannot allow you to come out in de rain, taking a cab to come watch me sleep” and “Sometimes it scares me not wanting to fall too deep too fast especially...”

Why can’t you appreciate the fact that I care and let things flow without nullifyng 'us' before 'us' can even be formed??? Is it so much to ask…or should I be like another 'leech' out there who don’t care for your feelings and could care less why you were sick in bed or offer to come over. The initiative wasn’t yours nor was the choice. I wanted to do something for you that I believed would have made it easier for you to endure especially after a conversation that had you sounding like you were near death. Never mind that it’s rainy and my only port of transportation would be a pricy cab but I’m willing to make that $$ sacrifice to make sure you’re ok. I should have switched to a stand off tone of 'ok' and 'don't give a damn' attitude…hmpf! (needed to rant a little so excuse me). This scene will close with a faded attitude of disinterest that will eventually entail distance. I can almost taste the end…so definitive yet utterly poignant!
(trailed off again, oops!)

Now I’m trying to understand why he's so afraid to fall, for a Good Girl, reasonably that there are few left out there, but when there is one in your life and you know it, why cant you just thank your lucky stars and give some prayers to the heavenly father. Don’t get me wrong, my definition of a good girl may vary from others.

Good Girl – Freak (I use freak cause that is what these exceptions are and is by no way meant to offend anyone, if you are then deal with it or don't continue reading) who knows what her life is about and what she needs and how hard it is to work for it, will be the ‘ride or die’ chick for the man who really deserves it, she’ll strut with professionalism, yet boldly play that little black dress and prowl like a vixen who cannot be tamed. She is the freak in bed you won’t ever leave because she has it like that and will do what is needed to please her equal never losing her self-worth and status of her life at the same time. She’s exceptional but ordinary, stubborn but pacifying, nurturing but selfish, faithful yet cautious, good yet bad all wrapped up in one complete package. (this description can be amended at any time due to other points…just keeping it brief for now)

I know SOME women don’t exude these qualities no matter how hard they try and MOST men refuse to accept that there may be a few women out there who are like my description of a Good Girl due to the bad experiences of some ‘bitches’ (and I use the term bitches because I don’t know their names personally…thanks Katt Williams for pointing it out that way) who are always after the power suit (men with money or position or status or just a reputation who can support the lifestyle they crave to have or maintain what they barely can) which makes it extremely hard for the next ‘bitch’ who really may have her ‘own’ and just looking for the individual to match her and not pay for her.

This is the life I guess where choices are most significant and that affects the most.

**Maia Note Well**