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!!