Not So Random Thoughts

Meet The Fockers

So, today was April’s birthday get together. There was plenty of food cooked; from steamed crabs to fried catfish to even grilled BBQ chicken. I helped out as much as possible, but my mind was preoccupied with one thing and one thing only:

Meeting the rest of her family.

I’ve never had a problem with meeting my significant other’s family. The last 3 times I had to do so, it was smooth sailing. They liked me; I was as personable as possible and answered all of their questions as concise as one could. I liken it to that all important 2nd interview for a job: you got the qualifications, but let’s see if you got the real personality and not that “I need a job” personality.

However, today made me feel like I was meeting the Fockers.

After meeting her mom’s close friend (who tried to call me young and school me on how to light a grill), I had to meet her aunt and uncle and cousins. Now, her uncle was cool and very old school in his approach: shake hands, tight grip, eye contact, short and to the point question and answer session, and a nod of approval. It was the other folks that attempted to have me shook. Her aunt and cousins came with an agenda, and that was to grill me to perfection. Question after question, side eye after side eye: it felt like I was in the middle of a federal interrogation. Constantly I was reminded that if I don’t treat April right, they wouldn’t hesitate to fuck me up.

I kept my composure and answered as cooily as possible. Ultimately, I had won out; with the exception of one cousin that I had met a year ago, everyone seemed to like me with her. (That one cousin doesn’t think too highly of me because she thinks I don’t look like I belong with April. She told me as much at her twin daughters’ birthday party last summer. She could’ve been joking, but a lot of truth is said in jest.). I’m just relieved that it’s over.

April had a good time, and that’s all that matters. She’s asleep right now; she had a pretty long day. I know that when I depart from here that her interrogation from them about me will begin. I’m the new topic of discussion in her family now.

They are going to make me a dead horse and then continue to beat me.

(Later, I’ll post every single question they asked me, including if I wanted to marry her and when are we having kids.)

*YAWN* All this Tekken talk on my dash…

…and most of you aren’t brave enough to come at me.

The ones that did (April, Dawn, Dionne, Eyan) got their ass handed to them in a orderly fashion.

Now, I would LOVE to stay and talk about it all, but I’d rather BE about it.  My Xbox Gamertag is EdotBrock and my PSN ID is Instant__Vintage  (That’s two underscores.)

You want some?  Come get some.

Road Trippin’

Car is about to be packed and me and April are on our way to a fun filled weekend.

Surprises abound, people.  Surprises abound.

And she sent me two more.

Wait until I see her later.

She’s getting the D.

And so, my girlfriend just sent me a picture.

She can get it.

AWL DAY LONG.

I just texted my girlfriend some real shit.

She got me.

And she knows it.

I’m on her bra strap…

…she’s on my dick.

Ain’t nothing wrong with that.

That’s my bitch.

That moment you see your girlfriend post something that makes you smile too hard.

Yeah.

She did that.

Bed Breaking

Her bed creaks.

It gives with every motion, bends with every thrust, cries with every swing.

The first time we broke a bed, it wasn’t even our bed.  Hell, it wasn’t even our house.  I had her neck jammed in between the pillows and the wall at a 90 degree angle; her face contorting with every jab of my dick.  We heard it creak, but we kept going; she pulled me deeper and deeper into her with her arms and her legs.

Finally, we heard that first crack.  It sounds like a baseball being knocked out of Comiskey Park.  The second one doesn’t sound any quieter.  We stop in time enough for it to not be completely broken, but we leave it broken nonetheless.

And we keep fucking.

The second time was this past Saturday night.  I wanted it… I wanted her.  So I kissed the spot that makes her wet, touched her wetness and made her cum.  She climbs on top of me and rides me.  One leg on the bed, one foot on the floor.  She gets her second and third orgasm back to back and keeps going.  I flip her on the bed and climb on top and start piercing her with my dick.  She’s trying so hard not to scream, biting her lips, biting my lips, scratching my back… I use the edge of the bed to gain leverage and push my love boat deep inside of her love tunnel.  Then it happens.

The loudest creak ever.

We chuckle and decide to move to the floor.  I push both of her ankles up to her ears and I plunge my lingam so gotdamn deep inside of her yoni that she starts looking for something, anything, to grab hold on.

But we are on the floor.

And so she has no choice but to take my lingam.  And take it she does.  And when I fill her with my love potion and she covers my lingam with hers, she sighs in content and doesn’t move off the floor.

I sit on her bed and hear that familiar creak.  She comes to lay down beside me after 7 or 8 minutes and the bed groans.

We look at each other and laugh.

Broke another one.

When she’s angry, I try not to let that anger spill on to me.

I do that.  People that I love, if their emotions are strong, it bleeds over on to me and I take on their emotions; good OR bad.

So, if she’s angry, sometimes I get angry.  I don’t like nobody fucking with her, period.

Where as I was in a good mood 30 minutes ago, I’m not now.

This has been a post about everything and nothing at the same time.

Hopeful.

Reblogged from geekscoutcookies

geekscoutcookies:

Congrats to O’ and AP on their one year mark. 

Watching from the bleachers has been entertaining, and above all, hopeful. 

Reading your words to each other, gives me hope. 

Hope that ill find someone that speaks of me with love & respect like you do to each other. You both look happy, and even though i know that no relationship is one without some difficulty, you make it look wonderful. 

Hopefully it comes soon. Someone that recognizes that we compliment,not complete each other. That gets my jokes, knows when to call me on my shit (and vice versa),but ultimately, looks at me (or thinks of me) and know that they are home. 

That gives me hope. (O’ knows how difficult it is to get me optimistic. Im essentially Eeyore sometimes when it comes to me and love) 

Maybe ive met them, Maybe they’ll be on Tumblr..who knows. 

But im hopeful. 

Happy One Year Anniversary O’mar & April. Many more happy moments to come. 

My Dionne.  Thank you, love.

Love you, Di.  Mean it.

Happy Anniversary to O and April

Reblogged from rellyjuicejones

rellyjuicejones:

I came in late on y’alls relationship but I know love when I see it.  I wish you both a trill ass year two and hope that y’all fight for each other even harder now that the first year is done. It only gets better from here y’all.

Thanks, Rell.  I appreciate it, bruh.

Oh Shit

Reblogged from eyan-j

eyan-j:

Happy anniversary BNC and Sis-In-Law

Thanks, bro.  

Hate away.  

Quietly, though.

Reblogged from cakesandhippyshakes

cakesandhippyshakes:

Let me take a moment to say this.

I came in on the tail end of this but I’m so glad to see the relationship between O’ and April hit the One Year Mark.

You kids both know how I feel about you guys. I adore you both. I tell you kids all the time you make me sick with your awesomeness.

Happy Anniversary, Loves. 

From the bottom of my silly little heart.

Thank you, Dawn, my dear.  We love you too.

And yes, I got the cat reference.  *wink*