Sister to Sister (Part 1)

Hey big sister I love you. You are somewhere in between my mother and best friend.  Throughout the years I have learned to trust you, learn from you, fight you and love you. You are my blood sister from another mother is what we use to say. When one of us is spotted without the other someone always ask where the other is, because we were almost always together. I would call your aunt Aunty and you would call my dad daddy. You were my big sister that I looked up to and looked to for advice.  You was a mad cool chic because you were just as comfortable in the hood as you were in the religious community and was regarded with respect in both places.  You were outgoing and I was reserved. You were sexy and beautiful and I was still a plain little girl. You were knowledgeable in life which offered me wisdom.  I learned to look outside of the door and enjoy the many adventures we created.  There was never a dull moment around you.  You were so full of excitement and joy to be around, but was just as bad as you were good to the point where people knew not to cross you or you would kick their ass; of course many times with me by your side. You also had and still have this soft side for babies. I could remember a time when we were both in elementary school and you came around the corner with a baby on your hip. I asked you whose baby that was and you responded with “this is my baby!!”. I laughed so hard.  I laughed because all I could see was your little self carrying that big ole baby in your belly.  That love grew into an obsession it seemed until one say you finally had your son. We were still teens so yea those were some trying times but either way you were the most proud person on Earth as long as you had your son.  You move away to the south and we were separated for the first time. We still talked on the phone but it was not the same without my sister.  Life got real rough real fast for the both of us and thru it all we lost each other completely. I had no idea how you were doing except that we were still connected thru our blood bond.  I use to always sense if there was something wrong with you, if you were hurting or sick, so I knew one day we would reconnect and we did. We exchanged phone numbers and never lost touch again so much so your children know me as their cool aunt / kinda nerd aunt 😉  (lol). I wonder where I learned how to be like that. LOL. Your oldest daughter is so near and dear to my heart that I revere her as my own blood daughter. She was such a wonderful gift to receive in this world to have a child that mirrors who you are exactly. You raised a strong woman who loves and cares for her children as they are her own skin.  Alone as a single mother you raised five children with two still at home. The only problem is I weep. I weep for you, I weep for your family, I weep for myself and my family as well. I weep for you because of all the service you have given in your life, in your career helping sick patients, caring for your parents as they age, relationships and especially the sacrifice you’ve done for your children all while your health declines.  I weep for myself and family because we should be in a position to lift some strain off of my sisters life if and when it is needed.  So I weep and now what? Now I give you strength. Now, I give you motivation. Now. I give you inspiration, hope and a new beginning. Someone once told me that everyday that I wake breathing in life I have been given another chance to try again. I will do it again but better. 

Sister to Sister

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Essence of Inanna
Essence of Inanna

Loving Unapologetically

The way I sway my eyes back and forth across the room making my presence known.

No disrespect for my partner but my expressive essence -must be condoned;

walking by each man as he feels MY presence.

Looks up to my face -where in this time and place

for some reason its freeze -on then falls to his knees

-not knowing why you are all he sees

feeling all the love within me, within we _

My love cant be bottled like the message traveling across the sea

not to be possessive controlling -or damn near overbearing,

-but love and grace

-that must be shared to see the light upon his/her face

Not a flirt but can be confused as such, so I smile and look into his eye

-so I can carefully explain to him why feels so much love inside.

You see my love is so wide

-that it doesn’t belong to me so no you can claim me to say she mine

You see for everyone to thrive -I must shine -and its not with u and me combined

Like relationships, so called love within -the marriage gets you locked in

that blocking love from within -so that only you can be let in,

well sir/mam lemme tell you that is a sin.

In a world starving for attention

-I shouldn’t have to mention -to share your affection

-and not be so selfish

A smile a hug or words of encouragement and now we go together?

When will we grow up Mister –

-or Miss, that should be regular everyday behavior

to be proper strangers -but we are fooled -into being rude

-and hateful -while ignoring your savior

-your god where he bestows his favor

Love your mother brother and neighbor

Love your priest your enemy and stranger

hold a door, give a kind word or let someone know they are in danger

No flowers glitter and gold cuz sometimes love can show up in anger

Well, not really just the appearance of…

Emotion or passion for all is my undying love.

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Zucchini Noodles

she cooks...he cleans

Zucchini Noodles

I have a new kitchen gadget and I’m not afraid to use it!  It looks pretty dangerous too.  Indeed, right there on the package it says “the blade is very sharp, peel away from your hands.”  So noted!

It the Kuhn Rikon Julienne Peeler, which makes perfect tiny strips of vegetables with just a swipe of your hand.  This photo is two zucchini that I transformed in less than 5 minutes to a big bowl of noodles.  Well, I didn’t actually time the transformation, but it didn’t take long.  It probably took longer than necessary because every few swipes I had to exclaim about how wonderful it was to James.  After a while, he probably was just thinking about guitar strings or cello music and nodding…but he pretended to be excited and that’s what makes a good marriage.

Speaking of a good marriage, these zucchini noodles were great with

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Diary of a Lonely Wife Part 1

“Get out the shower, hurry up!”, she yells at her daughter. “I have to do your hair tonight so you can be ready for school tomorrow”. “It is getting late.” The noise you soon hear is her daughter dragging her feet as she walks from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her while she whines asking “why do I have to go to school tomorrow?” Just one day please mom? She tells her to sit down and hush up. She pulls out the combs and the flatiron as she gets ready to do her daughter’s hair. She yells up to her son to wash his hair next so it can be braided. Tomorrow they will be new students in Sequoia middle-school. While she’s getting the twins ready for the next day her phone rings. She thinks this is kind of weird getting a phone call in such a late hour of the evening on Sunday so she figures it must be an emergency and answers it.
Who is this she asked.
You don’t recognize my voice?
You sound familiar she responds.
I am deeply hurt that you don’t remember me.
She takes a moment and breathe deeply as she quietly says his name… Keane? Yea babe it’s me. How you been doing? What you Been up to since I’ve seen you last? She finishes her son’s hair and sends her twins to bed as she continues upstairs to her master suite. They begin to talk about the crushes they had on each other from high school and she starts to wonder what would’ve happened if she kissed him that night. She hangs up the phone and gets ready for bed. As she fantasizes about Keane, she heads to sleep with a smile on her face. A few hours later she jumps up in a cold sweat Breathing heavily shaking her head in disbelief wondering if it really happened. She thinks to herself it seemed so real but it couldn’t be it was just a dream. So she calls Keane on the cell to confirm her suspicions. When he answers the phone he laughs and says you nasty girl. She said what are you talking about?  You know you came to visit me in my sleep last night and you were so nasty. She said nasty how? He responds with he cannot say because he’s blushing way too much. Eventually he tells her that he is in the room tied to the wall with chains as he looks up he sees her in all black tight shiny leather outfit wearing heels with spikes her hair is pulled back in a slick long ponytail her breasts pushed up out of the bodice where her huge round tight ass shows right through the tightness of the black leather pants. She stands there looking at him slapping the whip in her hand getting ready to enjoying herself. She Snatches his clothes off and had him bend over a chair as she tied his hands around the back of the chair. She began to beat him. With every stroke of the whip he gets harder and she get more excited over and over again. She didn’t think he can get so hard but his skin begin to stretch making his dick look so shiny she thought it was already wet. She then took her heels and pressed it into his thighs as she stood above him while her pussy filled his mouth. She shoved his face further into her until she felt his tongue deep inside her as she drowned him in her juices. He made her feel so good her legs begin to tremble. She untied him and threw him on the bed as she climbed over him and begin to ride him ferociously while she yanked and pulled thick curls on top his head.  She was so in a full sweat and he was so out of breath. He quickly gasped for air and began to moan so loud she thought they might disturb the children and maybe even the neighbors across the street. She yanks his head to the side biting, pulling, sucking and tugging the skin on his neck as he continues to scream in pleasure. He sits up as he bites her breast but it only makes her want him more. She turned around to lick his thighs all the way up to his wet hairy balls. She grabbed his dick with one hand and  lick him from the base of his dick slowly to to the tip while he begins to tongue fuck her. She was so turned on she didn’t  know what she was doing so she begin to suck him harder and faster until she took him all the way down her throat. Not wanting to waste any cum she quickly jumped on him in just enough time for him to fill her with cum while he screamed in ecstasy. She woke thinking it was just a dream only to find out later they enjoyed it together.
~Essence of Inanna
Love Life and Promiscuity
Goddess Ishtar-Inanna AT-D-86

EYE Salute You Fathers On YOUR DAY

Great Afternoon Everyone!!!!
It has been a very strange father’s day for me to say the least. Maybe because I am looking through a different pair of glasses…
I’ve found myself very emotional because I am sooo proud of the men in my circle; the guys I grew up with that I now see as my many brothers who have grown into such wonderful men. I love you guys because you love your families, are are present and active in their lives and you have become that community if not within my children’s lives, but the children that surround you. I commend the men who have no children, but still take that time to offer your presence in a child’s life who may not have a father. I love you, I appreciate you, and I commend you all. As I spent time with my children and their father I decided to open my eyes a bit more and saw MEN spending time with THEIR children… Now not to knock women because it is understood why, but mothers day is all about the mother and pampering her and appreciating and loving her. While that is great because she does carry a huge weight of rearing children from beginning to end, I realize that men celebrate father’s day a bit differently and EYE love you ALL for that. Instead of being pampered, instead of partying, instead of doing YOU, I see men actually spending quality time with their children. I saw men bonding, hugging, fathering, playing, taking their families out to eat, going to the movies, and/or taking their child/children to the park with them. I hear too many stories of deadbeat dads and fathers who do not care. I even did a search for fathers online and I only find pictures of white fathers as if they are the only real ones. I did a search for African fathers and the images found did not even complete the page before I found more white fathers. Im not saying this to continue separation between races, but to point out that many of our fathers do not get the credit they deserve; Not even on an online search; so I will. I see you- too many fathers out there making a difference in their child’s life. Now this is also sad because we shouldn’t have to say I appreciate you for taking care of your responsibilities because you are suppose to step up and care for your families, but there has been a stigma against our men for too long that I want you all to know that I see you and I appreciate you.
Love Bless and Never give up no matter how difficult it may get down the road because Lord knows I know that parenting isn’t easy.
Love conquers all…
Please keep the tears rolling down may face for the love of your family. You are doing a Wonderful job this generation.
Happy Father’s Day~
Essence of Inanna
Love and Light

Never ending cycles

Im beat to the bone
Im beat to the core
My mind my body my soul yelling i dont want no more
The pain inside
The hurt i feel
Is not the pain of lost love appeal
But the hurt is real
I mean
I cant feel no love and no anger
I look at those near and far to my heart as possible strangers
I dont blame her
Wait but i do
How can i do for you if im broken in two
The moves i make for you
Would be 100 so half of my decisions is coming from half brain decisions
That i hope turns out right praying that God will make it alright with half brainless decisions
Knowing if i was my best then that what you get
All i do is for you
Leaving out me so without a cause to be angry then what will i do
For me you see
The actions for me from me or anyone else you see well never be as long as i cannot see a way to even help me
Blind and in a darkened room
Hoping i can find this door real soon
Just like the blindness and brokenness
The cycle like this poem shall never end
But i sure can pretend
Trying a little bit different but doing this over and over again


I remember on my younger years being full of passion and lust. I just can’t get enough. I wasn’t it so bad that I’ll have bad sex with false hope and trust. Many times sneaking behind a rock or a truck just to get my rocks off only to be once again very very disappointed and wanting more. I’m not cheap or loose to say the least. Somehow I still maintained my self respect because I didn’t just let anyone hit it and I’m an extremely loyal woman. I’m not nor was I ever a nymphomaniac so I can do without sex. I’ve gone for two years at time without a man a relationship or physical interactions. No loving touch of a man but it was voluntary. Yea in my time of celibacy I was tried and tested on the daily hearing why would such a beautiful woman choose not to have sex? No I don’t have to do without but being with a man can be trying at times and it can be nice to just date myself. No I didn’t masterbate. Why? I felt if I wanted to be touched I can find a man anytime anywhere. Why would I have to masterbate? I’m beautiful. I’m wanted. I’m sexy. In my mind I can have any man I desire. Masterbation is for a woman who can’t get a man -what ever kind of woman that is. Now in my older years I haven’t had much sexual experience because I’ve been married my entire adult life.
My sex life as become so horrible that I’d rather watch a foreign film with no subtitles. I turned into that chic that just lays there with no moans no holds no hunger no thirst no love and no longer hurt so good. He was no longer my boo and I blamed it all on me. The fire was out and have just grown too old.
HA! I’m glad that was a lie.
This was the time to learn my body all over again. What do I like what do I love?
Oh no I’m a real freak dam.
I love my better than any man could. Yea I’m still beautiful so I find that I cum real hard when I look at myself in the mirror. She’s bad her curves her skin so smooth her creamy juices flowing as his rod penetrates her swollen red pussycat.
Only one problem. A mirror isn’t always available so what to do?
Hmmm the wicked crooked smile begins to grow as I realize that I have a phone with a camera. Oh I’m so sexy I get wet just thinking of all the pictures I can take as I touch myself.  Now I have a special folder labeled for my eyes only because I’ve now taken it upon myself to please me but I still love men and yearn for their touch. Being with the same man for so long I missed out on so many experiences.
-To be continued…