"Layaway Pu$$y"

It never ceases to amaze me how people become so comfortable in their relationships that they are willing to accept anything. With women it’s like that favorite pair of shoes that we have that are so freaking cute, yet comfortable and go with everything. We might go and buy a new pair of pumps, wear them a couple of times, but we always seem to reach right back into that closet and pull out that good ole favorite pair again. SMH…Shamefully we tend to do the same thing with men and our relationships. We get comfortable with that one person and invest so much into an often meaningless situation because it’s what we are used to. Although we might stray away in an attempt to break those chains of self-motivated entrapment, the minute things start to become uncomfortable we reach right back to that same destructive relationship.

As for the males role in this situation it’s interesting to see how selfish they really are in a “relationship.” The male will confess with his mouth that he is ready for a monogamous relationship yet his nefarious actions tell a different story. Nowadays this happens quite often in the dating world and even more in marriages. It’s what I like to call “Layaway Pu$$y” -- in which it's so good that the male will make a commitment to a female in an attempt to prevent any other guy from coming along and snatching her up. So in turn he does just enough to keep her comfortable in the relationship and she settles for it. Unfortunately, he’s not at the point where he’s actually ready to be faithful to one person so he continues to casually deal with other females on the side. Is that not like the layaway process? You see something you like in the store yet don’t have enough money for it or just don’t want to spend the money on it at the time, so you put it in layaway so no one else will buy it, pay just enough on it to keep it in there until you’re ready to purchase. Need I say more?????
-Lusty

Jump-Offs Ain't What They Used to Be

From 'Pump It Up' by Joe Budden
"My jump off doesn't run off at the mouth so much, My jump off never ask why I go out so much, My jump off never has me going out of my way, And she don't want nothing on Valentine’s Day, My jump off don't argue or get rebellious, And she don't mind hanging out wit da fellas, My jump offs not insecure or jealous…”

First it is important to get a grasp of what actually constitutes a “jump-off” and how one earns such a title. I figured I may humor myself a little by looking up the term on Urbandictionary.com, just to get a general consensus of what the majority would rule. To my surprise there were many different definitions with some varying in gender exclusivity and many quoting the infamous Joe Budden. For the sake of this blog I decided to utilize, in my opinion, the best definition which states—a jump-off is someone that you FCK on occasion that you have no ties to. (Usually, one or both involved are married). Don't put any feelings into a jump off because you walk into it knowing that you can't get anything from it but a good FCK! If you catch feelings, you will get hurt!!
So in essence to further simplify this definition, a jump-off can be easily classified as a casual sex-partner. So what’s so wrong with having a jump-off? Or, what’s so wrong with being a jump-off? Most of us have had at least that one we engaged a time or two without any committal ties, right? Ha, Ha… For so very long the term jump-off has received its fair share of negative scrutiny when used as a means to label a female. Yet in today’s era with the evolution of social tolerance it seems as though in terms of defining a jump-off the negative conceptualization has seemed to slightly diminish. Nowadays sadly enough it almost seems as though the jump-off comes off better than the “main chick.” Jump-offs know their role with no expectations nor obligation to their counterpart whereas; the main chick has to deal with the cheating boyfriend and all that comes with it. The jump-off gets honest conversation while the main-chick receives a host of lies of where he’s been and what he’s been doing. There is no exclusivity yet there is underlining respect for the opposite party--just like any other game played, there are rules to this shyt and its important to play your role.

Joe Budden’s interpretation of a jump-off makes for an ideal situation but realistically how long does that last? The more you and your jump-off engage one another the more feelings become involved as a result of simple human psychology. We as humans are automatically drawn to the things that we have considerable interest in. So naturally at least one of the two people engrossed in this situation is going to develop a stronger liking towards the other. So at that point what do you do? Do you continue to play your position and suppress those feelings? Do you take the 50/50 risk of potentially ruining your situation by having that conversation of “what are we?” Or, do you attempt to cut off all contact with that person? Let’s be real for a moment, based on the definition used for this blog, a jump-off is NOT just someone you’ve randomly cheated on your mate/spouse with. It’s obviously something that you found in that person that you’re immensely attracted to that in turn leads to an emotional connection which constitutes the reason you keep going back repeatedly. And although you both walked into a situation with no expectations of gaining anything from it your continual encounters will eventually emerge into something greater. Now what that “something greater” ends up being is a mystery and it’s plausible that the mistress may one day end up being the MRS. So the moral of this story my friends is, remember Jump-offs ain’t what they used to be.
-Lusty

One Night Stand

Our encounters are far from ordinary, more of a rendition of submitting to the lust assumed by both parties. Whether or not I’m willing to admit my equally shared emotion of anxiousness, my acceptance to his invitation tells a different story. Simple text messaging lead to “sexting” as we traded phrases back and forth, offering up a taste for a touch like a game of “Go Fish.” After two years of an ongoing game of cat and mouse it seems as though the alpha male would finally come to dominate his prey. Now more willing than ever to submit to the desires of my sexual temptation, I am met by the soft touch of the hands working their way up my dress. Raising the dress up over my head, it’s swiftly removed from my body as I then stood before him in plain view. He admired my body in all of its perfectly portioned divines with its perky breast, small waist line, wide hips, and thick thighs. It was only right that I turned to the side to give him a full view of the curve that makes its way down my spine before meeting the rotund azz that follows. His kisses were softly placed all over my body before he laid me down on the bed to make his way below my navel. Slow Strokes followed by deep penetration with just enough pain to equal pleasure consumed me as I let out soft and subtle moans. If the occupants of the rooms next door didn't know his name before, they definitely would know after this night. I shifted my hips and made sure to move my lower body countering his every motion. I softly whispered for him to turn me over and hit it from the back and with no hesitation he obliged to my command. As I lay flat on my stomach he gripped my azz and eased his way in. Yet obliviously not wanting to near completion he suddenly stopped himself and pulled back to regain his composure. He wrapped his arm around my waist, pulled me to my knees, and gently ran his fingers down my back. I slowly began taking control as I forced him to move to the rhythm of my own beat. It was show-time and the performance I put on was more than award winning. We continued over the next 45 minutes before finally reaching the climax of our sinful allurement. Casual conversation followed as we gathered clothes scattered throughout the room to dress before departing back to our separate lives. No texts, no calls, no communication at all...just a plain and simple goodbye.

-Lust