"Tanya...."

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!!

Toy Story [2]

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

1:02am.

"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.



KarrieB

Pussy Chasin' Dudes [PCDs]

Don't they just piss you the HELL off? Especially in a time when your pussy need not be chased?


Trust me, I know how you feel.


My question is: At what point does the PCD realize he isn't getting the anticipated ... uhhh, no, wrong word. He isn't getting the [insert word here (I can't figure it out right now, lol)] pussy and may never EVER get it again. Yes, people. You've dated this PCD before. And guess what? When you were diggin' him ... you sure ain't think he was a PCD. But now, the tables have turned and he is salivating on something that was once semi his.


Here's a perfectly annoying conversation.

*names have not been disclosed to maintain the confidentiality of this person as well as his pride*

Him: :(
KB: What's wrong?
Him: I'm in Jury Duty and you take way too long to respond to me!
KB: Ughhh ... I hate Jury Duty! (totally ignoring the latter part of his response)
Him: So what's up? When can we play house like we used to ...
KB: LOL
Him: What's so funny?
KB: You! Wanting to play house ... haha
Him: So has it really been over a year since we last had sex?
KB: Shit, yeah it has. Damn time flies.
Him: Well he must be keeping you happy.... ;)
KB: LOL ... I'd have to agree with that.
Him: Is he better than me? (the infamous question)
KB: Brb
Him: K
Him: :(
KB: Wtf is wrong with you now?! Lol
Him: You didn't come back soon enough. So when can I see you?
KB: Idk ... I mean we can get drinks or something soon. Doesn't matter.
Him: Ok, I can bring a bottle of whatever you like over ... ;)
KB: LOL, I was thinking more like a Bar... you're so damn fresh.

2 hours later

Him: So .... ? What do you say?
KB: About?
Him: OMG, lol
KB: No, seriously ... about what?
Him: Me, you ... drinks, your place?
KB: Ohhhh ... that.
KB: Nooooo. We can hit up a pub or something.
Him: Ok cool. I guess I gotta settle for public love huh? Well I appreciate your friendship so whatever we do is fine. We can talk about who you're boo'd up with...lol. I'm happy you're happy though, that's what matters.
KB: Blah, blah, blah ... lol!

Ok, so the conversation continued for a while but that was the bulk of the annoying part. See how many attempts were made?

Back to my original question -- at what point do the PCDs realize it's over for them ...?

*KarrieB*