Bedroom Bully II


Daddy, don’t just stand there.  I need you to tell me what you what to do.

Place your lips next to my ear so baby can get these instructions from you.

I will stay down here on my knees until you tell me to move. 

Place my eyes on the floor and balance my ass on my legs so smooth.

Daddy don’t make me beg for you to touch my body right.

Rip off my clothes, grab my head, and I will suck your dick all night.

Phone ringing but no interruptions. Daddy this night is all about you.

Stretch my legs, tie up my hair because I got something to prove.

Tie me up, cover my mouth, put your thumb deep in my ass.

Grab my hips, bully my pussy, daddy fuck me like you mad.

I might scream, I might cry, I might run from you too.

Grab me tighter, make me take it, just be muthafucking rude.

Scars 1 Cleonette 0….but fuck it…


Been riding the wave of being me for so long that I think I started to take it for granted.  It all crashed just for a moment….  The confusion, the questions, the eventual abandonment…the scars win again.  I usually have deep, meaningful conversation about who I am, what I have gone through, and life in general before I lay down and give my body to someone.  Men are so rushed to lay you down these days the only information they require is a date, time, and place.  Long drawn out conversations have turned to snippets of life in text.  No intimate, late night phone calls with heavy breathing and whispers.  He just wants the pussy.  The chemistry, the connection, all there.  So caught up in lust.  Never had a chance to slow down and tell him, “Hey, I’m not like the other girls! I have scars that will never go away and more that will come one day.”  He freaked but he still fucked me…  They will still fuck you!!!  Worried messages the next day.  “What is that? What is wrong with you?  Why didn’t you tell me?”  He freaked but he still fucked me…  I told him.  Explained everything away.  I actually didn’t even realize I hadn’t told him.  No one has mentioned my scars since before my surgery.  Or maybe they freaked but still fucked me…  I don’t know.  I don’t define myself by my scars anymore.  I am becoming more me…slowly over time.  Even through my Gemini induced mood swings I am becoming ME.  And it’s kinda beautiful…

I Can’t Even Think of a Fucking Title











I don’t like who I am becoming.  My heart feel like its dying.  It’s different and I barely recognize it for what it has become.  I even wonder if there is even a reason for having a heart any longer.  Should I just become a pussy that happens to be attached to a body?

This darkness closing around me is relaxing and scary too.  I put my feet in and swirl my toes around in it, too afraid to slide my entire body into it’s depths.  I walk around in a thick fog; every now and then I bump into another body that is naked, yearning.  We comfort each other with dry, empty kisses and misshapen touches.  Sexual connections that mean everything but nothing.

I remember love.  The smells, the tastes, the touches, the feels, the sights…  How beautiful it made me feel…how alive….how wanted….how  needed…how confident…  It was like swallowing a drop of forever and feeling it radiate throughout my entire body.  How defeated I was to feel it slowly ebbing out of my body as he filled himself with someone who wasn’t me.   How angry I was at my heart for still loving him. Even as he passed my heart to her and watched her scratch and tear at it with a smile on her face, laughing at my pathetic tears which he drank and became intoxicated by egotism.

Once again I feed off the residue of love that is emotionless sex. Round things in square, foil packs that are supposed to protect me from scary things but leave my heart laying ragged to the left to the scariest things…  So many of us down here scrapping the bottom that we are starting to scrap each other.

Spotlight: Dwayne’s Words


I see a lot of people claiming FB(Social networks) ruin relationships. It’s an immature way of thinking. I’m going to state this as a fact and I’m going to give supporting details to why I feel this way.

A social network is that, a social network. It is a network of social contacts. There is no way a network of social contacts can ruin your relationship unless you literally give them a way to. And in the end if you give them a way to YOU are the one that ruined your relationship. And no I’m not saying keep your relationship private, secret, or away from social networks. That is the first issue. 

A lot of the times people will constantly pursue someone without fear of rejection on a social network because there is less consequence. Rejection also doesn’t feel so bad when you don’t have to have this person looking at you and making you feel unworthy or unattractive. Now combine that with the fact that in order to protect your relationship you’re not allowing people to know you have one, all the while constantly accepting new social contacts. You’ve just put yourself in a situation. People will continue to pursue you believing your single. They will also continue because they will not feel completely rejected unless they are blocked or deleted from your list of friends.

Now we’re pass that. As a man, if you’re constantly flirting with women,even if you only consider it a pastime or joke SOMEONE will take these flirtations serious to pursue you more boldly. Then you get to the point where people outside of your relationship are posting “Hey boo ” “I miss you bay ” etc… on your page. Now when your mate see’s this how are they suppose to respond to such? They’re upset with the women, like it’s they’re fault they took you seriously. Now you’re upset because “Facebook” ruined your relationship.

Now we take it a step further. Now say you are an unfaithful piece of shit. You use social networks to hunt for potential targets. You make sure to keep it on the hush, all flirtation and dirty talk only goes on in your inbox. Eventually someone is gonna get caught up. You feel like it’s easier to get sex if people think you don’t have a girl. Your girl is fine with that because she doesn’t want people in her business. So you’re living the life, you got a good girl at home doing everything you like, and you also have your string of social network freaks that are ready to please you when they get a inbox or text. Now the day comes when your girlfriend post or tags you in a picture together. now people KNOW you are together. They KNOW you got a girl. all these women you been inboxing dick pics too, telling you love them. Telling them you not ready for a relationship and you like what you have are on to you. You inbox is blowing up, you’re getting angry messages but they fall on deaf ears. Now they inboxing your girl. Sending her pics of ya’ll together, screen-shotting the inboxes, showing them the dick pics you sent them. Showing her the dick pics you told her you took just for her…

In your mind “Facebook just ruined my relationship.” No you’re a lying cheating bastard and you just got jammed up. Fucking around on a social network is no different than fucking around in the same social circle your mate roams in. Eventually it will get back to them. It’s not about facebook or social networks. If you a dog, hoe, thirsty nigga, or thot, you can’t blaim facebook because you don’t know how to be in a monogamous relationship. If you respect your relationship others will follow suit. 

For women if you RESPECT YOURSELF other will follow suit. There is one major reason a man can look at 2 women who have had an equal amount of sex partners and only consider one of them a hoe. It’s self respect, the same applies to relationships. People might be bold online due to anonymity, but it’s nothing to hit the delete or block button. You gotta wonder if you care more about your online social life or your relationship. You’re relationship can’t ruin your social life and you’re social life can’t ruin your relationship. If one is affecting the other it’s because you are doing it. These are things YOU control. not the other way around. If you can’t control your hoes, you don’t need to have hoes online or off. The weak ass excuses are getting old.

“Respect!”  Had to repost this!

Bedroom Bully You Are


No Bullshit in the Bedroom.  Ummm I like my bedroom bully.

He make me hurt so good. It’s hard to explain what he do to me.

We drive each other crazy.  He gets freaky. I get freakier.  Nasty in fact.

No matter what he do, I always end up breathing hard and laying on my back.

He is my papi, my daddy.  I love the way he dominates me.

He don’t ask for shit, he takes.  When he make me cum, I lick the side of his face. 

Tied to him with invisible chains and straps.  Belly full of watermelon. Lip licking good.

No talking. He shut me up with his dick. No walking. He sat me down with that bitch.

He’s dominate. I’m submissive. We just fit. It don’t make sense.

He don’t have no game.  Didn’t have to.  He’s intelligent. So he fucked my brain and I came.

why ALL MEN CHEAT on Loyal Women


And a light shined down from heaven, a big hand came down, and smacked me in the forehead….

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By: Ebrahim Aseem Follow@fuel4thebody

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When I confessed to my EX’s questioning of my fidelity over a year ago, all she could say was “wow”. She seemed very taken aback by my answer. So today, when I was asked ‘why men cheat’ by a young lady during a Public Speaking event, I was initial hesitant to share the full conversation me and my EX had about her suspicion of my lack of loyalty.

“Can you tell me why all men cheat on loyal Women?” a curly haired PreMed student asked me today, during my public speak to a room full of 300 Women. My response to her question was,

“Males cheat on loyal women to boost their ego. A woman can be perfect for him. Beautiful, career minded, own money, cooks, does whatever he wants her to do in bed, loyal, intelligent, educated…

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Hello. My name is Cleonette and I’m passive aggressive.



“Patterns of unassertive and passive behavior may have been learnt in childhood as a coping strategy possibly as a response to parents who may have been too controlling or not allowing their child to express their thoughts and feelings freely. To cope, a child might adopt a passive-aggressive behavior pattern.

For example if a child was ridiculed, put-down or punished for openly expressing their feelings or disagreeing with their parents the child would learn to substitute open expression for passive resistance – agreeing with what mum or dad said in order to be a “good child” or not speaking out honestly or at all. If there was a consistent pattern within the family of punishment or rejection for asserting themselves the child would learn to become highly skilled at passively rebelling. An example of a child rebelling might be around toilet training, withdrawing from family conversation, choosing subjects at school to please parents and then not working hard, around eating and mealtimes – all causing worry and upset to the parents who may have no idea their behavior is a contributory cause to the problem.”


Soooooo….. is there counseling for this shyt? Yes, I am very passive aggressive at times.  I hate arguing and even being angry because I am afraid that I will lose control and do something that I regret.  I am a classy like who says “fuck you” a lot under my breath.  Also I just really hate public displays of aggression.