You know I love a fine football player.

I mean,
if you are a faithful reader, you should already know who my TOP Wolf is.
(and btw, my TOP Wolf has alot of admirers these days. Kudos baby…)

But as of late,
I am getting word that alot of these ballers are bottoms.
Getting tackled in their tight ends on and off the field.
I must say,
it has me feeling rather…. confused.

Continue reading “Baller Bottoms UP.” →

I was flipping through channels and canme across a rerun on Ochocino’s new show.

Well to hell with Ochocino,
because his brown skinned assistant caught my eye!!

Look at those arms!

Continue reading “Meat of the Minute: Bernard Berrian” →

There is a guy at my job that I would mess with in a heartbeat, besides Mr. Attitude.
BTW: Mr. Attitude is giving me all the right attitude as of late.
He is tall, nice toned body, caramel complected, and has a nice handsome face.
All the girls go crazy over him next to me.

… but I think he is a bottom….

Does this mean I am a lesbian of some sort?

Continue reading “A Fox or A Wolf?” →

Voyuerism can be so hot.

It’s like, watching someone in the “act” feels so naughty.
The mystery alone can make you go head over heels in an erotic fantasy.
I always loved to watch people fuck.
That is why I cannot get with scripted porn (besides J. Strokes, Flash Brown, and Justin Slayer).
I like to see real people FUCKING.
It turns me on HEAVY.

That is how I left last night, at 3 in the morning, watching my sexy neighbor fuck someone…

Continue reading “My Sexy Neighbor” →

So last week I was online,
being the pervert I have come to enjoy so much.
Since I havent been getting any pipe,
what better way to relieve all this pent-up sexual fuck stress than: masturbating.

So I went into my files and popped in a J. Strokes video and got to doing my thing…
Continue reading “This Ones… For You….” →

Have I mentioned how much boys amuse me?

All these silly games that need to come to and end. If boys stopped playing games, more bottoms would be getting fucked. Maybe that’s the problem. They are just that: boys.

Am I right?

So, Mr. Attitude at work is very funny. One minute he is speaking to me and saying “hello” or “good morning”, staring at me as he walks by…. and the next minute he is giving me the silent treatment. Basically waiting for me to come to him. I’m no one’s dog. There will be no “come Jamari come/good boy” bullshit over here.

I figured since he doesn’t know me, I will re-introduce myself.

I play the art of Hot ‘N’ Cold pretty well. Hot ‘N’ Cold is when you give and then suddenly pull away… then when they are wanting more, you give and then repeat the pulling away. The same game he plays; I invented. So, when he started playing, I stopped. When I started, then he stops. It is all one big back and forth mess.

I know he is interested because he is…. Something. I cannot put my finger on it. Something connects us to each other and I think it has a lot to do with we are one in the same.

Like does attract like.

I find it even more hilarious that when I said I was going to stop focusing on dudes, they all of a sudden want to show interest. I’ll talk about Mr. Personal Trainer in a later blog.

Life is amusing, aint it?