This one was brought to my attention by Niggas Rule. Reminds of college.

Enjoy.

A video interlude

Liked the girl in this vid....Its been too long since I shared a Bull with another girl.

I Should Know Better

So it was a little interesting this week. I think I might've mentioned that no one at work knows about my little tastes. Well, one does. Let's hope she keeps her mouth shut and shows she is a friend.

But let's back up.

So this week we had a client's in town. Pretty good client, too. However, the client's representative is a bit of a handful. He's been with the company for a few years, but has convinced himself that he is destined for greater things (guy think's he's going to get elected president of the United States someday. Can we say narcissist everyone?).

Usually, holding this particular client representative's hand is not my job. Mostly because this guy, we'll call him CR-N (Client Representative-Narcissistic), likes to be taken out on the town to places where guys go. But the usually volunteers for this job were all unavailable.

Tales from My Past... Or I Was An Evil Bitch

This came up in an online conversation my husband was having. Basically, it boiled down to whether I was a FemDom.

I'm really not. At work, I'm in charge. I have authority, I use it and I'm not afraid to. That's my job. In my personal life, I so much more like it when I am not the one calling the shots. (One of the reason I love Black Men).

However, while I like others to be in control, I have never been a doormat for any loser who thinks that he is more than he is. So while I'm not a FemDom (or is it femdom? FemmeDomme? Female Dominant? Ack! Whats the correct term?) I can switch into one really fast when a weak guy tries to be the big dog. Then, its watch out.