I was watching Red Table Talk with Jada Pinkett-Smith, her daughter Willow, and her other Adrienne. They were discussing how Black Women should be the bigger people and bridge the gap between us and White Women. I had a huge problem with that. Why should it be up to use to bridge this gap that… Continue reading Black Women vs….well…Black Women
You reached your peak, I clinched my walls around you, making her tighter to make your penetration and release more intense. You finished, I released you, and kissed you, hoping you were ready for round two.
Growing up, my mom would buy me diaries for birthdays and Christmases. I wrote through all of them, poems, my feelings and thoughts, my latest crush, everything. I was one of those kids who loved to write. Even when I wrote letters to my friends, they were always more than two pages, front and back,… Continue reading Journaling