AMEN on the other man comment - you SHO right about THAT one!!!!  LOL

and any CHICK that won't - another BIOTCH WILL!!!!!  I know - I used to be her!!!!  LMAO

MM...you shole nuff right. Now I'm finna post this little blog I found that fits sooo perfectly. Now some folk....thos inhibited arse folks....(the wives) they gone wanna shoot me for posting this...but just remember, I didnt write it...I'm only copy and pasting it.  Either way....the shiot gone **** some happy go luck house wife off.

Dear Miss, I ain't never had a problem keeping my man happy or your's either. You see, I'm the one your lover's sneaking out to see in the middle of the night, hell, sometimes even in the middle of the day. He can never get enough of this pucci, so wet and tight. I hate to toot my horn, but the ass is all that. I can tell by the way he swims in it. Often times he drowns, but that's the part that keeps him coming back. He wants to break me, make me wifey material, but I'm not made to be broken. I break pockets, I break hearts, and then along come the happy homes. "Why," you ask. Aside from the good sex, I do it because it's easy. You sit at home nagging your man, slackin, being shy and timid. You don't do this, you won't do that. I know this because he tells me. Well let me introduce myself. I'm that ***** who will. You've heard of me. I'm the one your mama warned you about. The best friend all in your business, the coworker getting a little too friendly on the job, and I've seen you in action. You've done everything in your power to push that man away-blowing up his cell, accusing him of things he's never done, of being with people he's never met. Well congratulations! Funny thing is... he ACTUALLY loved you. And I say that in past tense because now I got him. When he's hanging out with the boys, I got him. When he's pulling the late night shift, I got him. Shyt, even when he's running to the store for a drink, you better believe I'm right there....enticing him. He was reluctant at first, but it didn't take long. I found out what you were doing and did the exact opposite. Thanks for the tips! He was putty in my hands. Now I don't know if it was the way I spread my a$$ cheeks in public places for him to penetrate my deepest desire, or the way that I dropped to my knees and took his nine inch dyck to the back of my throat afterwards that did it, but whatever it was, it worked. Hmmmm...Maybe it was my lunch break special. That's the one where I would have him ****** crazy while yelling out your name to catch a quick nut. Oh that's my favorite! But I don't wanna be you, as a matter of fact I scream out "I'm not that bytch" in response to it so he remembers. Call me a freak, but the shyt turns me on. Sort of like when I'm riding his face. Seeing my *** glistening across the lips that you kiss while he tongue ***** me, is a sight I wish you could see. Who knows, you might just come across the video. I still have the one where he's running his tongue up and down my little sensitive a$$ right before he fingers the hell out of it. I still can't believe he got four in. Ha ha, that was a good one. But the point is, you may look at me as a nasty dirty two faced ***** but your man thinks differently. He respects me for giving him space. I don't hound him about where he's been. The truth be told, I don't care. As long as he delivers what I want how I want, we stay in good standings. If he's giving up dough for it, even better. But I've never considered myself a full fledged gold digger. I've never asked him for shyt. As a matter of fact, I don't expect a daym thing from him, but he'll make sure my needs are taken care of before yours. Why do you think that is Miss? Because I'm sexy? Maybe. Because I don't question him, possibly. But if I had to choose, I'd have to say it's because I throw that inhibited bullshyt out the window and work his a$$ out in that bedroom. Now for you, this message is too little too late, but you can help others. He's not the first. Did you think he'd be the last? I'm always on the prowl. Neglected men aren't hard to find. Now you have first hand experience to let them all know. Advise them to get on their job or a chick like me will gladly fill that part time position. Your greatest threat,

The Bytch Who Will

REMEMBER THIS!!

  I feel you on that last comment

To each his own......me and mine do whatever we please to/with one another. Pretty much whatever comes across our minds. The freakier the better.....you gotta keep the fire going know what I mean. The same ole same ole gets boring and then the interest in even having xes is lost. That's when folks tend to wanna tip out. If you aren't doing it there's somebody out there who will.

you KNOW we are on the same sheet of music lady

if mine look like she about to THINK about tippin', i'm at the door with my hooka heels on lettin' it be known "i got you....how you want it"

And I can just hear you saying it in that low sexy voice of yours.......

You know you have a ******** voice, you could make some good money on the side!!

No she wouldn't! She speaks a lil too dayum low!  Tell me you don't have trouble hearing her half the time?!?!?!?  I have learned to just agree and laugh....she could be telling me she's about to commit a terrorist attack or something!!! 

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!

Edit: hold up with your fast talkin self.....Did you notice the expression on my face when were talking like huh??? Then a pause.....then a reply. My brain had to catch up and break down  what you were saying when we were talking!!

Then can you IMAGINE how the conversation must go between Candy and I???

She prolly can't understand half the shiot I'm saying and vice versa.  We prolly don't even really know each other that good...LMAO!!!  

Now you see how I feel ROFLMAO