We have to do something about this short attention span of mine. It will cause me to miss out on a good thing one of these days. Last night I dreamt of thighs. Chocolate thighs. Thick thighs. Thighs which I envizion myself licking and sucking and biting and considering how they feel to pinch and if they bruise.  I really like thighs.

I told my spoon a very short time ago that I met a guy. I should have known when I said it that I meant it, but in my head I told myself that he would be disposable, as many others have been along the way, and I was wrong.

Yeah, it happens.

The lessons learned from jjabrams stuck and this one is over 30 and this one is a parent. Look I haven’t the energy to do that shit twice and the next one likely won’t have Tempest in his/her corner so we just defaulted back to the things we know work, or have the better possibility to work.

I also ain’t gonna lie, this one is sexy as hell.

This one also inspires a segment of me that I’ve buried for 4 years almost and hasn’t really been flexed since before the last time I reconciled with The Man.

andrea was an abberation, she wanted someone to want her, this one wants someone to rule him. Gotta say, that specific intoxication is hard to resist and at this point of my development I may not wish to resist.

It’s always been the case the universe delivers that which I need, even if it is something that I do not think I want. As I navigate this latest chapter in the book of reconstruction this might be what I need to move me along.

Or it could just be one of those flings. Except my gut says something different. Yes my gut, not my vagina. My vagina, that ho, she is talking but what she is saying I ain’t trying to hear right now.  She is a one note singer and I am trying to write a symphony here.

He’s got a lot of shit with him though. Seems like a hella lot for a 31 year old.  I also wonder if this is what I wanna tackle right now with my own situation. I don’t have to decide that today though. I also do not have to figure that out tomorrow. I can enjoy this moment and getting to know this kid and see what things look like down the road. If I don’t like how they look, I can also go off road.

Barring some epic moment of stupidity the Chef is the flavor of the month.

I’m a fat chick.  I like to taste things. Like thighs.

 

Aphrodite Brown