Mr. Italian Stallion

      He was half Irish and Italian with sleeve (arm of tattoos) on his right arm. I was in like with him when I first saw him. "Do have a girlfriend, " I asked once out of the blue while he was ringing me up at the register. "No," he said with a smile. "Well you like to come over my home for dinner, I said with a grin. He replied yes. I remember how I looked down still smiling out of embarrassment. After a night of casserole and Planet of the Apes we kissed. Never did I feel so tender and loving in his arms. We saw each other from then on back and fore. He even drew me with pencil and some paper while played I with his dog. One night however, as we were cuddling in bed together, he left to go get his charger from his car.
 But to my surprise he never came back and left my door opened at midnight. I never met anyone who would push me away so much but then try to fall back into my arms as though I were his savior. I often still wonder if he's okay, since I met him during a time I was practicing abstinence and he always admired that about me. Hopefully he's somewhere safe and he's finally content. Until next time, xoxo Ms. English

Mr. Candy Cane

  "Truth or dare" I said while starring at his blue eyes. 6'3, light brown hair, tanned skin, Russian and European heritage was one of my best experience's. We went to middle school together but lost each other in high school. I was the shy nerd and he always remained so cool. "Dare," he said while bating those long eye lashes. "I dare you to kiss a place that most people don't kiss." He began to smile and knelt down towards my knee to kiss my knee cap. At least I think was my knee cap.
   We flirted until are hearts were content. Then came our mouths falling for each other. "Mmmmmm, I love the way you quiver," he said while kissing my shoulders giving me a massage. Soon I turned over to massage his long shaft with my hands, as he did the same to my clit. He could make his hands vibrate and I was glad he perfected this skill. He slept on the couch while I retreated to my bedroom. Later that morning, he went to his meeting in my area. It was a sweet goodbye.We never had sex probably never will. Yet, it's one of my best date/sleep overs ever. Until next time xoxo Ms. English

The Stumble continued

   "What would you like to drink," Christian said without hesitation, as I sat down at private VIP bar reserved for the elite. Even though I felt lucky and blessed to be welcomed by these "Black Renaissance Men," I was nervous as whore in church. "Vodka and cranberry I stated with authority and even threw a flirtatious grin Christian's way, to show no fear in my game. Christian smiled and motioned to the bartender. Brian was already drinking two beers at once and sitting in the corner by himself. His face said it all. "Please excuse Brian," Laz said cautiously.                                                                                                           "He is going through a nasty divorce," he added before stepping closer to me. I could smell Kenneth Cole Black on his neck. I'd immediately felt another organism in progress. "He's fine really, I'm actually much more interested in you and Christian playing truth or dare with me," I said in a sinful manner. His eyes got bigger and he immediately started to blush. I was mortified. I wanted to run out of there as fast as I could, but the thought slipped my mind when I felt a hand. A hand nonetheless around my waist. Christian had heard our conversation and was waiting for the moment to slide his two cents in.   "

   "You're drink my dear," he stated with sexy grin on his face as his other hand still lay planted on my left hip. I could barely move without breathing heavily. "Perhaps we should go upstairs to a room," Laz said without hesitation. Now my body was already butt naked in that room, doing things I'd had only heard of in erotic movies but was willing to try. But my head screamed no, no, no, and what would Jesus do, which meant don't be a hoe. "I think Its safer to play the game here, less nerve reckoning," I said thoughtfully. They both grinned. As we sat down, near Brian, he immediately grabbed my face to meet his lips and kissed me. Taken by surprise at his soft lips against mine, my eyes closed tight, and my mouth opened wider for his second round. When he finally let go of my face, I grinned like a school girl at him. "Forgive me black beauty, but I had to do that at least once tonight" Brian confessed. I remained calm and nodded stating "its ok". "Bout time for bed B," Christian said while motioning to Brian towards the staircase. "Yes, great timing," Brian said while rising. He bid us goodnight and walked slowly up the stairs to Hotel lobby. When he was gone, they began to kiss me everywhere. I mean my hands, legs, and neck.

   Anywhere that was free really. I wanted to ask about the game but was lost in sea of tongues. I was first on top of Christian then Laz. They both took my under ware off at the same time, and I knew I was in trouble. As each of them tasted me one at a time, I thought I was dehydrated. I wanted to return the offer but they hushed me. "Its you're night mami," Laz said while fingering me. "We're going to take care of you tonight," Christian said as he put his mouth on my right breast. When their feast ended, we exchanged numbers. They each kissed me and assured me this was not the last time. I descended into the cab, praying to my father, and covered in sin awaiting more to come.

Mr Line brother part 2 continued

   "You look amazing, better than any profile picture," He said with sexy grin on his light bronze face. He looked a little like his younger brother in his eyes and his voice reminded me so much of him. "You look great too," I said with nervousness. I shifted in my chair as he pushed it in, trying to control my thighs from moving side by side, while I fell in love with his physique.                                                                                                                                                                                                 
   He was the tall, light skinned, and handsome type. He had a football player's body with bedroom chocolate eyes. I would masturbate to his facebook pictures when I was alone and desperately lonely. I even saved them on my phone for instant access for wetness. "How was the train ride," he said while looking at my breasts which were sitting at attention, even though I wasn't showing any cleavage. "It was lovely, thank you so much for asking," I said kindly. We ate tacos and salsa. We talked about our jobs and even Obamacare. As we were finishing, he asked "So Miss will I get to see what you're hiding?" I responded with a face of confusion. "Hiding what honey?" It was first time I didn't call him by his name. "Underneath you're dress?" He said without stuttering. Panicked and afraid I shook my head thinking "what would his wife think." He then moved his chair next to mine and whispered "let me help you." His hands went straight up my purple dress and he caress my black thong with two fingers.
                                                                                                                                             "Mmmmmmmm now I see what I was waiting for," he said with a grin. My eyes were half close but I could see him looking under the table at my pussy. He licked his lips. " Its almost time for me to go, I can't miss my train," I said breathing heavily. I pushed his hands away from me and smiled while grabbing my purse and coat hastily towards the door. I was surprised when  both his hands  wrapped around my waist, as he pushed me into the corner near the exit. No one was watching us since it was a slow afternoon, but I always liked people watching me. His tongue plowed into my mouth as he grabbed my ass and thighs. I fell into his arms and started tracing my tongue on his lips. My hands rested on his arms and I felt his heartbeat on my chest. It was pounding up against me and made me wonder, if it would be the same rhythm as he pounded my pussy. I soon regain my strength and push him away. I ran for the door and immediately flew in cab on side of the restaurant. "Train Station please," I said out of breathe. I looked out the back window and all I could see was the grin from a lavender shirt man, staring with eyes of lust and vengeance.

The Stumble (Fictional Story)

  I remember hitting the floor. "Ouch," I whispered as all eyes immediately fell upon me, half time, and court side of a Lakers game. Granted with my wages from tutoring and working at the bakery, my broke ass shouldn't have been permitted in the stadium. But, my new found rich friend, Jay, insisted I go with him since I was visiting a local church.                                                                                  
    As I was getting a drink from a vendor, of course the mascot bumped into me by mistake, knocking me to the ground,  with embarrassment. I started to gather my confidence, and as I was rising to my feet, in three half inch nude heels, I realized exactly who was in front of me. Christian Keyes, Brian J White, and Laz Alonoz. "Oh dear God," I mumbled under my breathe as I stood in front of them. Three of the most sexiest, talented, educated, and recently famous black male actors, were smiling, at me.                                             
   "Are you alright darling," Christian said while he approached me. I could almost see his black cross tattoo on his chest, through his tight white tee. My knees began to get weak. I smiled and said "oh yes of course, so sorry to disturb yall." Yall, of all heck words of course  I had to use that one. You're not disturbing anyone sweetie, infact were enjoying you're view from here," Brian stated with a smirk on his lips that could make any woman's panties wet. Yet I still wanted to slap him for that comment, but didn't know where.                                             
    "Well I must be going," I stated as I walked away from Christian's side but was startled when Laz took my hand. He had never said anything but his glaze never left mine. "Please forgive Brian's frankness lovely and sit with us, please, there's a seat right next to me.". My heart was beating so fast I felt like I was having a panic attack. I was so glad I was wearing a nice fitting tee shirt dress, my hair was down, and I just had a mani and pedi. "Ok," I stated so quietly and softly that only Laz and Christian heard it. With perfect straight white teeth, they smiled.         
     I sat down and began to fantasy about each of them taking me away to a dark room. Red sheets and white rose petals would be all I'd see before being blind folded by Brian. Christian would undress me, starting with my gold wedges, red HM mini dress, then my black bra. But for some reason, would leave my thong on. Immediately, Laz would take his hands and insert each finger while whispering"Cum for you're daddy's." I felt my wetness as I watched Brian sip a beer, Christian play with the toothpick in his mouth, and Laz clap for the Lakers. I didn't give a damn about the game. In fact, the only game on my mind was let's hide Ebony's clothes, because I wanted  all their hands on me at once. I never understood the whole threesome or more curiosity until now. My whole body was in heat.                                                                                                                                                                                      "You okay sweetie," Christian stated as he looked straight at me as if he knew what I knew. "Yeah I'm great, good game." " Definitely, we might not have Kobe anymore but were still pushing," Laz said with a hopeful look in his eyes. "Yall  are so beautiful," I said abruptly. Laz and Christian both laughed. But Brian looked right at me and said "and so are you, but I know you're man says that all the time." His smile made me quiver. "Of course he does, " I stated in disbelief. The game continued. When it ended the guys were signing autographs and taking pictures. Jay texted me but I said was fine and would be back at hotel soon. "Well I must be going, it was nice meeting you all," I said. "Wait, don't go yet, please, not without having one drink with us," Christian said with a twinkle in his eyes. Lord with those eyes, I know he was not use to the word no. He grabbed my hands and all I could do was nod. This was insane and magnificent all at the same time. And it was only a drink, right? To be continued... Xoxo Ms. English

Mr. Drive By

     Mr. Drive By was a tall, light skinned, pretty smile, black man. When I met him at a club in Raleigh, he was very charming. I finally was persuaded by him to hangout in house and watch movies before we went out for a burger.               
     As I went into a restaurant, he went outside for something. He unfortunately never came back. Imagine being stuck in Raleigh when you live in Chapel Hill. A friend of mine luckly, was able to take me home but the humiliation of being left at a fast food place by my date, didn't fade. He later called and said he had to flee because of a uncover cop he saw, but I only remember hanging up on him before hearing another word. Mr Drive By at least showed up for our date, but abruptly leaving me in Raleigh stranded was how he ultimately got his name. Until next time xoxo Ms. English

Mr. Hulk

     Mr. Hulk is honestly the only why to describe my next dating experience. He had a heart of gold, but the body of action hero which is way I nicked named him this. We kept running into each other on my way to work, and he always had a sweet side smile for me waiting as I passed by. Though he was 20, he did not look it. He was 5'8, with light bronze complexion, and could bench press over 350. This means this handsome african american man, had huge arms, legs, and chest, like a WWE superstar. I am sure he could even give John Cena a run for his money.

I finally decided to leave him my number, when I saw him again at a nearby gym. We went for ice cream. "Come hear sweetie," he stated when he was perched on a nearby wall waiting for them to fix my cone. I put my arms around his small neck, praying that was the only thing that was small on him and started kissing him. He stood there hugging my body, tracing his fingers down my back, and behind. "Hear you go," the employee said as he was done with my ice cream. I almost forgot I was there for a few minutes ,in his arms. We talked on the phone and saw each other almost everyday.
   He was a nice guy, but I was not trying to start a long term relationship with someone who had began to text me all the time. On the day we ended it was the hardest. He knew I was celibate so sex was never brought up.  When he did start kissing on my knees, I nearly came.  I had just finish showering and was in my robe. My eyes closed and felt as though I was sliding into lust's door with no invitation or key. "Stop," I said with a look of worry on my face. I told him that we needed to go back and become friends before we ever could become lovers again. He immediately said "okay," and soon left my apartment. We spoke a few times after but eventually stopped talking. It was never my intention to break the Hulk, but I guess some women doubt the power they truly have. Until next time xoxo, Ms. English

Mr. Nasty

     I have never met anyone more sexier then Mr. Nasty. He was 5'10, light brown sugar complexion, tatoos, and brands from his frat all over his body. My whole mouth almost dropped when I was first introduced. His eyes were light brown, and he had Jay Z soup cooler lips, with a set of straight white teeth. He spoke like Obama, which made my body quiver when I saw him. It did not help that he was a former ladies man from his freshman and sophomore years of college.

    Once I found out he was a player from people, I stopped checking him out. However, he would randomly show up on occasions and bother me at work, but I never paid him any attention. It was dreadfully hard. "Why are you so hot," he stated when he saw me. I just smiled and walked away. Eventually I left my job, for better something better, and decided to finally give Mr. Nasty a chance. Especially since staring at his arms and shoulders, still made my pussy cream.  We had drinks one night alone together but I did not want to do anything I would regret and he respected that.
  
   A year later, I was ready for him. I could no longer play the good girl or the cat and mouse game. It had been two years and I was ready to receive him in more ways than one. I texted him and said I wanted him and would be waiting in my apartment all night for him. He said ok  and "I want all of you babe". I cleaned my house from top to bottom. Got out my candles and put on Rihanna's Skin. I bathe and shaved everything. I put on coco butter and baby oil. I then applyed a shimmer called radiant. I reapplied nail polish to make sure I didn't have chipped nails. I wore black where's my gift panties from victoria secret, and a black bra. My heels were leopard print with gold at the bottoms. I left my hair down and comb it natural. My makeup was barely there. I was nervous. I didn't even know if he liked me. He texted me while I was in the shower and told me he was on his way.                                                                                            

    I heard him coming up the stairs and immediately open the door. "Hello Handsome," I said with a smile. "Hello gorgeous, how are you," he stated with a huge smile. He hugged me and I melted in his arms.  We sat on the couch but I sat a little far away, he immediately told me to come closer and started kissing my back. After a little small talk, we began kissing. I had took off my bra and panties in front of him and he took off all of his clothes in front of me. I got on top of him as he sucked on my breasts. He started kissing down my belly button. I immediately got to work on his long pipe with my mouth. "Damn baby, you're so sexy," he said as I worked my mouth skills on his precious beautiful stick. After I was done, he pushed me back, "lay down," he said. He kiss me in between my legs and went to work. I never had someone move so fast with their tongue in my life. Quickly we moved in the bedroom and came in unison. We talked after and he kiss my legs and stomach so softly. I loved how sweet he was, how he never made me feel bad for wanting him all this time; For making him wait for two years for this. Our lovemaking he called it was always in our future and it was worth the wait.  This was pretty much the best second love making date of my life, and I couldn't wait for more. Until next time dolls xoxo Ms. English

Mr. Papi Chulo

    Now this guy was anything but mean. He honestly looked like the Brazilian Superman, if I had to choose anyone to describe him. He was 6'0 tall, light brown sugar skin, with curly eye lashes, and a picture perfect smile. I nearly dropped my food on the floor when I was introduced to him. He was in the air forces at a school near where I live. He was shy, sweet, and simple. He spoke of his half black and spanish family with so much love that it made me want to pack a bag  and move.
  
   We had been friends for a couple weeks, when I asked him how much I wanted to kiss him. He eventually said "sure why not, and then I would kiss you downwards towards you're belly button right mami?". I was studded by his fowardness. Especially since it was completely unexpected.  After a lunch together, on a day I was off work, I told him that we could hang out later when his roomate was not around.  I was trying my hardest to make him comfortable but he wasn't.
  
  We've been talking and eating lunch together for a couple months and he was still timid. When I finally got him on the bed, he began kissing me. Then the next thing I know I was being picked up off the bed and positioned the opposite direction. When he placed me where he was sitting, he then began pulling my leggings and panties off. I was suprised! Hell shocked! He had always talked about doing that with his girlfriend but I didn't think I would be so lucky. After 30 minutes of us pleasuring each other I retreated back to my apartment. We kept talking and seeing each other after that but eventually he graduated and moved to Sanford. He was my brazilian Superman and I was glad he was able to help me in so many ways. xoxo Ms. English

Mr. Line Brother

Mr. Line Brother(absolutely fictionally story)


     I had no idea what I was doing there. He was not even suppose to know me. How in the world did I manage to pull this off? I was scaried shitless when I got off the train. I have never been a woman afraid of men since I was in High School or Middle School, but this one had me dick whipped before I got up this morning. I made sure I had a pretty outfit for him, that I picked out a couple of days ago. I was in a purple hip hugging dress and purple earrings with a matching necklace. I wore black short boots because it was a long sleeve dress, and I knew it would be too cold for wedges. As I got off the train, and into the cab I nearly died. "He wasn't going to like me, he probably thinks I'm crazy," I whispered so the cab driver wouldn't hear me.

     I went into the restaurant and sat down. He was married. I dated his brother years ago but always wanted to know him as well. I would fantazie about him in ways his younger brother I knew could never satisfy me. And now, I was here terrified at my actions. We're friends but the fact that he stated he was attracted to me and wanted me was making my clit twitch. I am a christian and know better. Yet, I promised myself it would not go as far as this. Just a lunch. One lunch. I gasped, there he was with his light honey complexion, in his lavender collar shirt, and black tailored pants. I a huge smile stretched across his flawless face. His eyes, dimples, hell even his bald head seem to shine with delight by the sight of me. "Its only a lunch," I stated underneath my breath before walking to our table. xoxo Ms. English (ps if you like this fictional story, then let me know and I'll continue from where I stopped.)

Mr Estoy

Mr. Estoy


      When you meet the one, nothing else matters. You feel as if the fairy tales must have been real. On this date, it was the first time I felt Greensboro was the place for me. He was half hispanic and black with 5'8 demeanor. He had a smile which melted my labia to the point I was in pain, when I saw him. After a random poetry meeting, we met and decided to go out with each other. Our first date was downtown. We went to a bar first then for a stroll in the park. He serenaded me the whole time. "Changing the world, by changing me," echoed from his mouth.

     My heart use to pound as if I wanted to say something but never did. We ended the date in sweet kiss as he drove me back to my mother'sand brother's home. It felt as if I was getting lifted to the heavens with his touch. My panties were a complete river before I left his side. He stood there watching me until I close the door. We were together for two years before we ended our tragic romance. It started however as a romantic event in time then ended in a story of more woe. Until next time,xoxo Ms. English.

Mr. Book Smart

    Mr. Book Smart is a lover never a fighter. Unless it has to do with Black Power. I remember lusting for him at a local university and always loved are little conversations in the morning. When it finally came for own first sincere date, he commented on my attire. I was wearing a form fitting stripped dress and open toed shoes. I just got done with a birthday photo shoot. We met outside of a local coffee shop but soon went to a bakery for desserts instead.

     He is beautiful. He is an almond complexion , 6'3, and black rimmed glasses man that always turn me on. He was my Malcom X of 2013, and I was ready to flirt on our lunch date. He paid for my cake which was a suprise because we never agree on such. I ate cake while he asked questions about my physique, school, and work. I eventually got up the courage to finally kiss him on the lips when I referenced the kiss from "They're Eyes We're Watching God".  I got up and sat in his lap, then planted a kiss on his milky smooth lips. I adored him. I loved the way he kissed me with such passion and devotion. He was a poet and worked at a museum so he was always good on his feet, and apparently off as well. We ended our date in a hug and a line of "we'll stay in touch".  But overall we don't. He's building his future and a relationship is the further's thing from his mind. But I will always have his soulful kiss two days before my birthday. It was one of the best gifts I ever received. Until next time xoxo, Ms. English.

Mr. Family Guy

      I have been on my fair share of dates in past three years since my last long term relationship bust which lead me to chocolate ice cream and fantasies during slow days at my day job of black men without white tees. So I finally open my eyes to new beginnings. I started to accept the invitations to dinners and movies from random sweet smiling faces of men in their twenties and thirties. Mr. Family Guy, was unfortunately one of them. I met him off a chatline and after a week of determining he was not crazy or a convict I finally gave into a blind date with him. I enjoyed conversations about his children, divorce, and passion for romantic comedies.

     I decided to meet him at a public place and go from there. I of course had his number programed in a fellow close friend's phone for safety reasons, and told them I would text them S.O.S if I needed them to rescue me

Mr. Tree

     Being single sometimes is the best gift God can ever give a woman whose educated, lives alone, and has no children, but it's not all foot massages and back rubs when you meet men in disgusie as creeps. Mr. Tree was a friend of mine when I worked as office assistant and at starbucks during the summer. We kept bumping into each other and after three times of running into him in the break room, I finally said hello. He was a 6'3, dark mocha brother, with thin frame glasses, and a smile that could stop traffic. I liked our little chit chats but I was unable to ever accept his advances because we worked in the same building, and I was taken.

    But after running back into him a year later and recently single, I decided to take him up on his offer. We met up later that same day at a nice mexican restaurant which I suggested. As soon as we got there I discovered how  much cologone he had bathed in. It smelled like axe and old spice but I didn't want to be rude so I smiled and asked him how he came to greensboro. He replied with his family grew up here and lived with his ex for a while before she abruptly moved to California. He then ask me what was a dish on the menu like and I never ate the dish before so my reply was I don't know. His reply was "YOU ATE HERE SO YOU SHOULD KNOW".  I just smiled. I had no idea where his attitude came from but he had one, all night long. Next, he ask me about my family. He asked how tall my brothers were and I said only one was a little over 6'0. His reply was "WOW YOU'RE BROTHERS ARE VERY SHORT".  Again, I smiled. Next we finally ate and as I ate two tacos and bean dip he stated "WOW NO WONDER YOU'VE GAIN WEIGHT SINCE THE LAST TIME I'VE SEEN YOU, YOU CAN REALLY PUT FOOD AWAY".  Again, I just smiled.

   When he took me home, I waited until the engine was off before telling him that this was the worst date I had ever been on in my life and to never call me again.  He asked why and I explained  what he stated to me about my family and weight was insulting. His reply was you're too sensitive. I got out of the car. He called me five times after that until I finally threatened him with a restrainting order.  He stopped calling.This date was one of my top worst of dates but trust me I have more to tell. XoXo Ms. English

The Ms. English Chronicles

      To say I had a horrible dating life is an understatement of the century. I have been called almost every name in the book by men in my life who I thought were as sweet as fat kids in a candy store. Yet, as the date commence,e I was sadly mistaken when Satan left the damn table. So what better way to get over it then to blog about it and have a heated and fun laugh. Please stay tune for the stories of countless dates and past loves over a two year period. It will be anything but a old hag ranting but a mix between Zane and Dickey with a hint of tigeress seduction. I am happy to finally share with you the precious stories from my up and down dating lifestyle. I hope you find it an epic read. xoxo Ms. English