The Sticks and Stones

Yeah, you're my kinda people. You wouldn't have checked me out if you wasn't feelin me.

Name: Dominique
Location: United States

The more you think you know...

Monday, November 20, 2006

His name? DADDY!

So where to begin. He's dark, handsome, sexy, soulful, gentle, tasteful and on and on and on. This man is the one I have no problem fucking again and again and again. He's awesome in bed, out of bed, around the bed, leaving bed and my God even when there's no bed in sight. I've got to have that dangerous creature that wraps around me so softly that I can't help but melt into it. I'm an addict...yep, I'm definitely an addict or a slave to this..I willing follow him on whatever journey he leads me. The feelings that grow as he touches my back beginning at the right shoulder blade and trailing to the left. Ever increasing pressure with just a hint of pain as his nails dig in and scorch a path of fire yet to be fed and unleashed. That fine line we all like to toy with and explore...he walks effortlessly. Never rude never crass never rough never void but fulfilling in all ways including that rough sex we like but won't admit to. Damn! I'm hooked on this one. I curl up beneath the covers...he spoons me. I stretch out...he rolls me over. I sigh...he kisses my puckered lips...all.night.long.and then again in the morning for good measure. Cigarettes? Shit I forgot I smoked this niggah was so good. I'm working on my kiegel exercises right now as we speak because I want to make sure this house is in order the next time he graces me with that stroke of genius!

Thursday, August 31, 2006

Let me Blow You


Away with this shit here. Okay, so as you can see I have been very preoccupied with some serious matters. All of which involve a man in some capacity or another. You see, I am easily distracted by men. So much so sometimes that I think a meeting or two may be in order because I am addicted...you hear. Now, I don't write a lot of the shit that goes down in this blog because I simply never considered if all 3 of my readers could handle what really goes down in this chic's world. I often will write it out and then suddenly have a guilty conscience about what I had written or think that someone would form the wrong opinion of me and all that jazz so I would never publish these blogs that I had written about my experiences. Then I discovered this cat...The Humanity Critic. I highly recommend that you check his site out because I can almost guarantee that at least one of his posts will have that vibe that strikes that cord. He is definitely not about apologizing, smoothing anything over, or sparing anyone's feelings. His spot opened my eyes up to some new shit. So fuck all ya'll and here it is the straight up raw. We go get right...get the history...get the understanding so you can understand...ya heard. By the way, I just posted a bunch of shit that I had saved as drafts...check it out.

Okay, so we are about to turn a corner in the evolutionary cycle of The Sticks and Stones. I am going to run with this new found sense of freedom and confidence (thank you, Mr. Critic) and let ya'll see how the baddest bitch really gets down. You see I am not by any means the typical woman. No where near the range of the typical educated woman. And definitely, light years outside the scope of the typical black woman. I invented this mold and I'll be damned if it ain't fabulous.

The RUN DOWN:

I'm the Baddest Bitch - I love being me...in that comes a strength of character and pride that no one can touch. I will always be me, and I make no apologies for never bending to be what you want me to be because I just don't get down like that. If I'm in it I'm running it...period. You ain't gotta get on my bus, baby. You can walk or roll with your own vibe.

I'm Bossy- I'm not that pushy kind of bossy. I know how to ask for what I want, how to get what I want and how to reward the giver just so. It's not the bossy that gets people. It's the game of coersion, the sweet thank you and the handsome reward that comes along with it. That bossy girl is the boss because she knows how to get her way and make everyone around her damned happy to fall in line.

I like to Fuck- Hell yeah I like to Fuck. Don't you. What the hell would ever give the impression to any thinking human being on the planet that we as women wouldn't. If you think real hard on it, we probably just didn't want to fuck you...yeah you. You probably had bad breath, sweaty armpits and hands, smelled of corn chips or breathed real hard. If I like what I see;I am going to get that. No doubt, and that waiting period...that's some bullshit. She is lying to you about that rule. She just don't want your fat ass. It's just that simple.

I love to suck dick - LOL. Best preview in town....find out up front if its worth the effort. Nuff said.

I will not compromise - I guess it never occured to me to compromise on things. I always handle all my business and make sure the ship is tight. I'm not going to compromise with that lazy fat shiftless SOB that thinks he can be my master...you must be out your rabid ass mind to think otherwise. I can't help but sit here and laugh histerically at the thought of that bullshit.

I love like no other - ooowhee. get this girl on your team and see first hand what a rider chic can make it do.

Fabulous is as Fabulous does - you know how that little girl, Paris Hilton is always saying "That's hot"? Well, I live with the same philosphy in place. Fabulous is hot. I don't half step in any area. When I walk down the street, people fall in line behind me just to see what all that Fabulous is all about. You got to see it to believe it. My aura is intoxicating.

It is what it is Cuz. - don't fucking try to change the world today with a profound action when yesterday a profound notion would have done just fine. In other words, most things in this world are what they are. They cannot be moved, they cannot be changed, they cannot be rearranged. Just leave it alone and get on the bus or fucking build your own and keep them wheels a turning.

The Playerz: Jenga, Sarg, Smooth, Hercules, TT, Watley, Cuban, Hubby, PhatBoy, that Niggah Ced, Cat and Currie. There are many more but these are the ones that do enough stupid shit to keep me interested. Most of my peeps are men...suprise, suprise. Men are just fun. They don't sweat the small stuff unless it has to do with a long standing argument about some NFL team or another. I can respect that shit. Some stuff just isn't worth discussing to no end. Damn.

Okay, so there's the rundown. Ya understand? Now, we can get down to business. Why am I addicted?

Sunday, August 20, 2006

WTF

This weekend sucked!

GFG in town thinkin he was getting some.

Fat man breathing all heavy and hard messing up my hair. And shit!

Pimps thinkin they can pimp me? Bitch please. whatever.

Bills roll in even on MTF Saturday even though ain't no body's bank open. Chek cashin if you want to get murdered to pay it.

Stiletto heels hurt like a mother Fucker! I don't care how cute they are. Dammit

And I'll be damned if some MF didn't drank all my Courvoisier!

SOB

I'm going to bed...