Mackgurl's Musings

Happy couples... Sitting closely... Hugging  warmly... Clinging... Dancing... Laughing... Being one... Singing loudly... Giggling shrilly... Living life... Loving hard... Showing off... and... Making my heart shrivel... and crack... and break... As I watch them... From this spot...  Where I still stand... Alone

It's calling me again…  T aunting me...   Memories of the heady feel of it between my finders... B urning embers… Sending tendrils of ethereal pleasure wafting  to the heavens...  I t's louder now...   I press my hot face to cool, smooth glass...  S weet...dripping... Just out of reach... I want it... Can almost taste it... Oh! Warm and sticky… I feel my tongue slide along the edges... Catching every drop… Stolen kisses...rawest honey… Break the rules...take a chance... If no one sees, does it count...did it happen...?? Roll the dice...spin the wheel… Maybe this time I'll get lucky… Maybe... just this once can I be weak? Oh!   Lead me not to pools of warm, swirling chocolate... Teasing me with its sinful goodness...   Muscles ripple  under ebony skin stretched taut...   The siren's song is so high...so shrill...  M y lips burn as they beg for a taste...   Oh! Thy will be done for I am weak...   Fate's fishe

Slowly, almost to the point of pain... you drag your supple lips across mine...  Back and forth, back and forth… searching...caressing... MMM, I taste us on your lips...feel the fine hairs of your beard... My heart is beating so rapidly...I’m certain you can hear it… can feel it.  Your talented fingers slide over me...  Keys of a piano, you tickle and skim across my skin...  the song you play has me singing in near ecstasy …  has me dancing... winding...   and then, you begin to hum.  The vibrations roll through me from the depths of you... raising fine bumps on my skin... Balancing on passion’s edge, I catch you watching me...  The look in your eyes is one of triumph…  of pleasure... You know you were the cause...  that you were the reason… And it is that look that sends me tumbling... into the arms of blissful...  rapture.

Anybody remember playing a game called the Assumption Game? What nobody? Ok so real quick - basically, you assume to know-it-all about a particular subject. So to win, you have to be the player with the BEST  ASSUMPTIONS  about why certain things happen they way they do, are the way they are,,etc. For instance, why don't psychics win the lotteries? (hmm, that's a good one...) Or Mackgurl is from the South so she loves chitterlings and pig's feet...ehhhh  As a Black woman, I've experienced being followed in some stores  - shopping malls, jewelry stores. Annnnndddd I can admit that I've often assumed that they ASSUMED I was going to steal something. But the other day, I saw a post on social media that made me wonder about my  ASSUMPTION  - heck ALL of my  ASSUMPTIONS!  Check this out: Wow! You mean it wasn't about them thinking this Black lady was going to steal something? This lady was, in fact, stealing a recipe?? PLOT TWIST!!! LOL BTW, did you catch

Real Thinking of you, makes me smile... Not just a slight grin but toothy grin which I fight to hide behind my lips. Swollen from biting on them... wishing, imagining that it was you nibbling, passionately on my lips... Thinking of your arms fills me with joy... Not just a little happy but full blown ecstasy that I try and fail to contain within me...  It’s because I’m thinking of your arms holding me tightly against your chest like you’d never let me go... Thinking of your lips fills me with need... Not just a little desire but full blown wantonness that I try and fail to endure... It’s because your lips remind me of your passionate kisses and where they lead... Thinking of you is all that I CAN do because I’ve never met you... Don’t even know who you are... But I can see you…in the depths of my imaginative soul, I can see you...  In my dreams, I see you seeing me...  and that let’s me know... I’m real.

Whisky Sour Reds and golds swirl…dancing in delight…sending chills across my lips. Your sweet nectar slides past my lips and teases my tongue… The first taste sends a heady rush coursing through me… delighting my senses... The rush leaves me wanting more... Parted lips, ready for another taste of your sweetness… And I drink you in...  longer, faster pulling you in to my mouth… savoring you.. Ice cold, you burn me to the core... And I thank you.

Dear Mackgurl, I hope you are doing alright and staying safe with all this pandemic/COVID19 stuff. I'm going to jump in cause I really need your advice or opinion on this situation. So ok um, because I've had close to ZERO luck or success with love and dating in general I decided to try something a little different. It's not THAT different but for me it was - online dating. See the commercials made it seem fairly easy and everyone was smiling and meeting their SOULMATES (rolls eyes). My friends laughed at me when I told them I was going to make an online dating profile. A few of them even said I was dumb/crazy for doing it. "You don't know these men - they can pretend to be anyone online..." But I figured, I'm an adult so why not give it a shot? So, I set up my profile including a fairly good picture and waited, swiped left on some that were a no go - swiped right on some that peaked my interest. Then I waited some more and then suddenly like magic HE m

We all have at least one person we like to tell stuff to - especially funny/weird/crazy stuff, right? If you don't, get you a person! ASAP!! ! You won't regret it, I promise LOL  Yesterday, I had to tell someone what happened! I knew just who to tell... The text messages went JUST LIKE THIS!!! Me: OMG! I almost had a heart attack this morning! Aly: Why what happened???!!! Me: There was a MOUSE in the break room! Aly: NOOOOOOO way!!!! AHHHH Me: Yes way! I was over there getting coffee - I mean you know I enjoy my morning coffee - but yeah I was over getting coffee and I overhear  someone say "aye!! UN RATON!" Now, IDK if they knew but I speak just enough Spanish to know when to run😄😄😄 Aly:  Heeeeccccckkkkkk nooooo did you look at it?? Or just run??? 😂😂😂 Me:  I just ran away...✌✌✌ Aly:  😂😂😂 I'm dying!!!! Did everyone else run out???!!! Me:  Nooooooooo!!!! Maria was like "I guess I have to call the exterminator" and the guy

WHY DID THE CHICKEN CROSS THE ROAD? Yes, I've heard this question bantered about before...countless times in fact. Is everything in life a joke? Sheesh, it wasn't even a good joke. To get to the other side? Really?? So here's the real deal and not some Kentucky fried bucket of ...(takes deep breath...) Anyway, it was like this....I grew up on a farm running around playing with the other chicks who grew up there, too. When I grew up, I was separated from my parents and was settled in to this sort of apartment style dormitory. It was nice, furnished.  The temperature is set at an optimal level for MY comfort.  Anyone would have thought I had it made. And why wouldn't they? Someone came along and built me a house and furnished it... I even had some close girlfriends to hang out with...and let me tell you, these chicks are CRAZY!!! We cackle and talk alllllll the time. Well almost all of the time... which brings me back to the original question you asked... L

Ok so, I was asked by a few people - UGH, Mackgurl, why did you end the dream story THERE??!! What happened next?! Come on, inquiring minds need to know LOL. Alright, heard! So where did I leave off?? Ah yes, the massage was about to begin... The massage starts and it's everything - I mean E-VER-Y-THANG I had imagined it would be...I believe we've discussed my imagination before. Suffice it to say my imagination is quite intense... His hands worked my body until I lost all sense of shyness. I begin to wish for more...more oils, more scents, more music, more massages? And because my walls had been successfully, dare I say masterfully breached, I began to speak...to put voice to these wants and desires. The conversation between the two of us went a bit like this: Me: May I have 2 please? (OMG did I really just ask that?? He's going to think I'm crazy! He's not even finished with this massage and here I am asking for another one? Crazy! He's going to think I

There I was...minding my own business (no really, I was - this time) thought I'd do some note taking, some observing (okay maybe not completely minding my own business), get some ideas for some posts...and the craziest thing happened. I started noticing a few people walk by my table, look at me - stare at me really, some snickered, some outright laughed. I was thinking sheesh, what's up? No one said anything - just looked at me, looked down at my table, looked at me, laughed or chuckled and walked away...that was until this guy walked over and sat down next to me. Immediately, my internal alert system went into overdrive!!! STRANGER DANGER!!! Then he says the craziest thing to me... Stranger:  Hey, yeah so are you here regularly?  (ALARM IS GETTING LOUDER)  Me:  Excuse me? Stranger:  Nah, I'm just saying if you're here like on the reg, and you're bold enough to advertise the merch I'm straight going to switch my loyalty to you.  Me:  DAFUQ!  (INTE

I tend to dream in full technicolor and surround sound. Not such a bad thing…I mean it’s like being in a movie that hasn’t been released yet. Great, right? Hmm yeah unless it’s a nightmare…or some erotic fantasy. WAIT I know what you’re thinking…what’s so bad about an erotic fantasy dream? Well, try being single and waking up from a dream like that. Oh noooowwww that horror movie/nightmare dream doesn’t sound so bad, huh? Case in point… Well IDK where I was in this particular dream but the room, the space was perfect…low lighting but then there were these candles all around the room…they gave off just enough scent to be pleasing and soothing but not overpowering…And then there were flowers…music was playing…it was my list...How do I know it was my list? Because he said " I made it just for you…" I took a shower and came out of the bathroom with this pure white, super fluffy and warm bath sheet (yeah has to be a dream those things aren’t usually thick). So, there I