On Friday, March 17, 2006, I facilitated a group of 40 men and women for a Grown and Sexy talk in Woodbridge, VA. The talk revolved around the phenomenon of 42.4% of African American women over the age of 30 will never marry. That is due in large part to the number of African American women that are achieving higher success in obtaining under graduate and graduate degrees. They are rising to the top in their chosen field and/or profession, and often times surpassing the African American male in both of these categories. However, the fact remains that 42.4% of US {yes, I too am part of this statistic} will never marry. I think one of the main reasons for this, is that many African American women are afraid to submit. When you have the majority of African American women leading households and have been doing so successfully, it is hard to release those reigns and allow another person complete control of YOUR life. Lets face it, if she has been struggling as a single mother for years, if ...

Ladies…You ever have one of those fantasies that grips you. It’s so erotic and hot that you feel it is real. You can feel the heat emanating from his body, you can feel his hands upon your skin, and his breath reaches deep into your soul and draws out that hot wanton witch that you want to be. Last night I had a dream like that. One that had me so hot my sheets were drenched from the sweat pouring from my hot and feverish body. I was literally on fire from the deeply hidden thoughts and dreams I had. In my dreams I can be as wicked as I wanted to be. I can do whomever it is I choose to and there are no repercussions but my own conscience and feelings of “being naughty”. I have always teetered on and bordered on the freaky/kinky side especially in my dreams. In my dreams I am down for whatever. The sky is the limit and nothing is "out of the question". This dream in particular HAS been ONGOING for most of my life. It is one where I am restrained completely and utterly helpless...

Corretta Scott King, the wife of the late Reverend Doctor Marting Luther King, Jr., quietly crossed over in the early morning of January 31, 2006, she was 78. Ms. King, a Civil Rights Icon in her own right, continued with the fight for equality of the races after the assassination of her late husband. Four days after he was laid to rest, she led 50,000 people with a march in Alabama. She was carried herself with grace and a quiet dignity, and was the epitome of the phrase "behind every good man is a great woman", she continually portrayed that mantra through the years, with her tireless efforts of ensuring the basic human rights for all. In the summer of 2005, she suffered from a mild heartattack and a stroke, of which she never truly recovered. Her legacy, as well as that of her husbands will be missed. They have left a void in society today, where no longer people stand against inequality. They no longer hold sit ins, and boycotts. They don't march and protest. They tal...

His body stood in the window, looking out into the bare parking lot. At 5'9", his smooth caramel form was toned. As he shifted from one foot to another the strength in his legs was expressed by the muscles flexing in the lamplight. His eyes scanned the road looking for her car. With each passing headlight his body grew impatient. She was supposed to have been there, over an hour ago. Turning from the window, he strode into the bathroom. Stepping into the shower, he turned on the water and began soaping his body; his intention to be clean by the time she got there. He heard the sound of the door click a few minutes later. She didn't say a word and neither did he. My body was on fire. With each mile, I grew moist. My body clenched at the thought of having The Hook again. The last time I had THE HOOK, he made me cum so hard, like a female ejaculation. I remembered how he ate my pussy. I could still feel his body inside of me. My lower lips clenched. The feeling of butterflies...

Last night...ladies, ladies, ladies! Last night, I ventured out into the world of male exotic dancers....this night was a night I had not indulged in, in over fifteen or twenty years. When I was in my 20's seeing a man strip was a treat, hell, a highlight to be seen. But now, its not something that I venture into at all. Most men strip for me privately, but no where near with as much finesse and grace as the men did last night. If these men phuck as well as they dance, and I'm sure the reality is that they can phuck as well as they dance, then GOD BLESS THE WOMAN WHO HAS THAT! Even if its only for one night! I have never seen a man in finer shape and form than those of the Gentlemen from Entertainment With Class. Thursday's at The Classics nightclub in Camp Springs, MD, my girls and I ventured to this haven where the women can view and touch all of the male exotic eye candy they can handle. Trust me, the candy was hot, smooth, silky, chocolatey, and they all excuded a heady...

Ang Lee's Brokeback Mountain is a thought-provoking and moving love story. Yes it is the story of two married men, that explore a homosexual relationship. That was the main reason why I wanted to see it. However, I am also a romantic, and like most this was also an affair. Not your typical and/or usual affair, but an affair that spanned 20 years, nonetheless. I went throw so many emotions with this movie. At first I was shocked and amazed at the chemistry between these two actors Heath Ledger and Jake Gyllenhall. The heat emanating from the screen between these two were as real and tangible as the heat I felt from Omar Epps and Sanaa Lathan in Love and Basketball. It filled the entire theater, as did the eroticisim that burst forth between Ledger and Gyllenhall. I give this movie 5 stars. I was shocked in the beginning, I was laughing middle and I cryed in the end. No, this movie is not for the faint of heart. It is however, for the open minded, individual that can handle seeing lo...

In a group discussion, the subject of honesty in men and women came up. How important is honesty in a relationship. Now some, {an ex or two, that is}, would say I know nothing of honesty. When I started dating in the beginning of 2005, I have found that men cannot handle honesty in women. In all of my dealings and relationships with people, I am as honest as I can be without being cruel, crass,, brisk, or brash. I want to be honest and upfront about every aspect of my life. The issue that I run into is this, men say they want honesty, but they really don't. Now I know that we as "mere" females, say we want the truth and SOME of us can't handle the truth, but the point is as honest as we are to you all, we want that right back. If your not feeling me, say so. What's so wrong with saying "Sassy, you're a great woman, but I'm just not feeling you in that way." Its honest, upfront, and two the point. It eliminates me from the "grand scheme"...

Should women release their freak? I say yes, but surprisingly, while listening to Michael Baisden's radio show yesterday, I was astonished at the responses from the men calling in. What I hear yesterday, was that men would rather cheat on their mate, rather than to have their mate fully explore every aspect of sexuality with them. Releasing that FREAK or SUPAFREAK! In other words, the men said that their was a certain level of respect that they had for their wives or girlfriends. Is it me, because what I got out of that, is that they'd rather CHEAT with a woman or women that will allow them to violate their bodies per say in ways in which the wife/girlfriend won't. Now maybe its me, but that sounds crazy. A man would rather CHEAT, go away from home and FREAK another woman, but does not want to FREAK their wife or girlfriend. Hmmmm, is it because he will question where she learned this or that? Is it because, she may be a little too freaky, and he feels he may not be able to...

WOW! Another year has come and gone! So far, this year is proving to be better than the last. In the beginning of last year I was mending a broken heart, and the beginning of this year, I was opening up my heart. Not to a new love or person, but rather to myself and for the many blessings that I have. I have my health. I have my family and I have my friends. I am blessed and surrounded by a huge support network, that most don't have and that I took for granted. I always know that I can count on my family for fun and good times, but this year, I was "alone" not in the physical, spiritual, mental, or emotional sense per say, but I was alone, because my sisters and cousins, my girls, my ace booncoons were not around. My family and friends are irreplaceable...and I found that to be true on New Years Eve. I spent the New Year in Atlanta, attending the Bad Boy of Radio's {Michael Baisden} party. Let me tell you, what goes on in Atlanta stays in Atlanta, HOWEVER, I have to s...

WOW! The past year of 2005 has been a year filled with heart break, heart ache, and the re-discovering of ME. I had a bad break up at the end of 2004, and up until May of 2005, I still carried around the feelings of rejection and loss of my break up. But as the year went on, I realized that what happened in my life was needed. It was completely necessary because in that relationship I wasn't SassyScribe. I was pretending to be the woman that I thought the man wanted. I wasn't myself and that is the biggest loss of my life that I've ever felt. The problem was in my relationship before that one, I wasn't myself, and then I vowed not to do that again, and I did it...all to please men that didn't necessarily want me to please them. However, I digress, I've learned alot about myself, and I know I've stated that alot throughout my postings, but its true. Everyday, I learn something new and different about my life, my thoughts, my sexuality, my loving, my sense of ...

Philadelphia Freedom, shine on me, I LOVE ya, shine your light. - words by Elton John That statement rang true recently as I recently visited the city of Brotherly Love. This trip was different from my annual trips for my family reunion. This trip I actually attended a rea live club, with real people! Go Figure! When usually we make the trek to Philly for our family reunion, we normally end up riding around in circles lost never able to find a club...but not this time...this time we got to the spot- Bluezette's on Market Street. Now the key to this trip was two fold...one I was selling my book THE PARTY {availale on amazon.com and barnesandnoble.com ISBN 097454860X} and the other was a meet and greet of Happily Single individuals. Yes that's right Happily Single people from up and down the east coast met in and partied together. Honestly, I had a ball...this time it wasn't an estrogen fest, there appeared to me, to be an equal amount of men as women in attendence. Which is ...

The girls and I were sitting around talking and as always the conversation turned to men and sex. Its no secret to anyone that knows me how the topic of men and sex motivate me to say, know, learn, and do A LOT! Well the question is this -Does monogomy exist? My girls {two of which are married} stated no, and of course the three single ladies said no, yes, and maybe. The point is, with five such differing opinions, I felt the need to write about it. I was one of them that said no. I mean as sad as it sounds, I think it takes a very special person to not succumb to the pleasures of the flesh and the myriad temptations awaiting us in our daily lives. You know what I'm talking about. Ladies, how many of you have a sexy co-worker, a fine azz vendor, or smoking "friend" that you've yet to cross that line with, but given the chance, I mean the slightest and/or mereist hint and ITS ON! The men I'm sure are faced with this question all of the time. I mean hell, isn't ...

Civil Rights Pioneer Rosa Parks passed away from natural causes on the eve of Monday, October 25, 2005. She was 92. This news hit me quietly as I watched the evening news. I immediately signed onto the internet to review and re-familiarize myself with Ms. Parks and her actions that marked the rise of the beginning of the Civil Rights Movement. As I read of her "defiance" and "out right refusal" to relinquish her seat on a bus that fateful day in Montgomery, Alabama , over fifty years ago, in 1955, I recognized the courage it called for her to do so. This tired department store worker's feet were hurting and her body was tired. She refused, along with two other blacks to move from their seats so that ONE white man could sit down. History states, that she had had problems with the same bus driver before, so when she refused to give up her seat , he stated "I'll have you arrested". Ms. Parks response was, "You may go on and so." Thus, her ac...

Over the past few years, I've been hearing a lot about swinging and swing clubs, and freaking, and swingblack.com. At one time in my life {when I was young and dumb}, I believed that swinging was a society of individuals heavily populated by white people. However, as I have found out recently, there is a large concentration of this alternative lifestyle amongst African Americans. In the DC Metro area I have found this to be exceptionally true. With locations in and around Prince Georges and Montgomery Counties, these individuals indulge themselves in hedonistic and sybaritic pleasures of sight, taste, feel, smell, and sound! The more the I researched and delved into the innerworkings of this society, the more intrigued I became. I have always had an interest in attending one. I'm told by friends that indulge themselves in this activity, that one may attend, without participating. GREAT! I would like to go and see how this "secret society" of grown and sexy {not} folks...

How do you know when you've found your soulmate? Is there an earth shattering moment within your soul that speaks to another? Is there a moment where you just know, what you know, what you know? Does your heart palipate and your palms grow sweaty? Do you suffer from a loss of appetite? Are the last two signs of love or signs of having found that one person who is the other half to your soul. I ask these questions, because I want to know. How will I know when I've met my soulmate. Or have I met him already...and sadly lost him? How do you know? How will I know? What does a soulmate mean to you? My definition of a soulmate is a person who not necessarily completes you, but he/she will make you at peace with yourself. Meaning your automatically comfortable around this person. You'll feel no need to be on your best behavior because it will be a perfect "fit". You can be yourself utterly and completely. It is my hope that when I/if I do meet him, I will recognize him a...

Okay, here is an email that I thought was interesting. See if it applies to you........mine was ALMOST right! It seems to run true!!! According to studies, your sexual identity is revealed by the First letter of your First name...what do you think? (Those of you with names that start with "N" will probably wish it started with "K"!) -A- You are not particularly romantic, but you are interested in action. You mean business. With you, what you see is what you get. You have no patience for flirting and can't be bothered with someone who is trying to be coy, cute, demure, and subtly enticing. You are an up front person. When it comes to sex, it's action that counts not obscure hints. Your mate's physical attractiveness is important to you. You find the chase and challenge of the "hunt" invigorating. You are passionate and sexual as well as being much more adventurous than you appear; however, you do not go around advertising these qualities. Your...

Should we question future lovers in reference to their past and/or present sexual history? Michael Baisden asked this question on his radio show {10-11-05}. He stated that over the weekend he had asked a woman how many current or past lovers she had and she became irate, telling him that that question was inappropriate for a first date. He said that it wasn't. Personally, I feel that it was. Why would I divulge such information on a first date? I/we may find out that we don't really like on another. We both know immediately upon sight how far the relationship will/will not go. Myself, I know within minutes of meeting a man whether or not I would sleep with him. I can tell that from phone conversations. Some voices turn me on, others turn me to a friend... This topic prompted an indepth discussion amongst my friends. As women, all in our late thirties, we sat down and began to make a list {yes a list} of the lovers that we had...having become sexually active in our teens, the li...

Michael Baisden "dubbed the baddest man on the box" has created a grown and sexy environment for those individuals that are single..."Happily Single". I joined this group, because out of all of my years of whining about not having a man, I am at that point in my life, where having a man is not the high priority on MY list, that it used to be. What is the high priority is that I ENJOY my life to the fullest as it stands. That means I have to get out of my comfort zone, begin to enjoy, travel, and do things on my own, without my ace, my girl, my best friend by my side. {she is one of the lucky ones to be happily MARRIED}. Now having said that, I ventured into a new world over the weekend...a world where Happily Single individuals bask in their singleness... This past weekend opened up my eyes to the true world of internet connections and partying. I found myself traveling to Woodbridge, VA, to the host site of the weekends events. I was expecting an estrogen party to ...

This poem spoke to me on so many levels...ladies, this ones for you. WIFE WOMAN FRIEND ~By Dana Gilmore ~Def Poetry Jam I guess I should not be surprised that my beginning was his end After all, we were just friends Although in my world I was his girl So in my mind I pretended to be his wife Saying sh*t like, "there's only so many years in a woman's life" Right, so I gave him three Yet he had the audacity to step to me on this Donnell Jones "I don't know where I wanna be" type sh*t I wasn't supposed to be like this He hit me with the forehead kiss He told me life was a journey and he was ready to explore this sh*t And I was pissed I start pullin' out Tupac hits telling me to keep my head up and R.Kelly picks about when a woman's fed up Cause I was down with him for so long, that I didn't think I could get up Till one day I got tired of sleeping on pillows my tears had wet up and Realized that life goes on And no he didn't choose me an...

We enter into our Oceanside room overlooking Virginia Beach. The four-room suite has a bedroom with a fireplace and Jacuzzi tub and huge separate marble bath with eight showerheads. There is also a small kitchenette with a wicker glass topped table and matching chairs and a sitting area. As darkness falls, I light candles throughout the room while you start the fireplace. You stretch out across the bed in those sexy boxer briefs I love. I kneel on the bed beside you and begin to place hot moist kisses on your body from head to toe and back again. I watch you grow and swell against those briefs, as I start to fondle you there, releasing you from ‘prison’. I kiss the underside of your hardness sliding my tongue up and down. I grip the base to keep it still and just place it in my mouth feeling you throb inside their, all hot and eager for you…my mouth is watering...Slowly I move up and down, my tongue moving across the head of your dyck...I cannot control the saliva building up making it...