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Juicy.

JP has been my off and on buddy for the past 12 years or so. He’s a businessman who is more than able to find the time to spend with me. More effort on him though because, sometimes I’m in the mood for an escapade and other times I just want to be left the fuck alone.

This struggle is uphill/downhill.

I want the hooked up, boo’ed up, babying from the one man but I also enjoy the temporary thrills of having a fling with a married man or random single.

When JP and I started our rendezvous, man it was the bomb! He was 44 and I was in my 20’s. The idea of being with an older man never really was a plan, it really was just a natural fuck. And here we are 12 years down the road.

I was able to get business from him, got to know his kids- who keeps in contact with me and even met his wife on several occasions. She still says she never met me before even though her husband reminds her that I do work for them…she co signs cheques for me and some years ago even sent a message with JP to say she’s taking this perfume he bought for me.

The woman is amazing! And an example of how I should deal with my man when I know he is fucking with me. She is a savage and frankly, a goal.

Sex with JP started off amazing. Now started off to what it is currently is mind blowing. Where there was romance, kissing, taking off my clothes, me undoing his…the sensational touches on my kitty, to caressing and nibbling on my nipples, to the eating of my kitty for a good 35 mins before I decide to even suck him….no longer exists!

Lmao! Like what?! Right.

These men are something else.

Now, all they do is ok, we get to the shabby, little sex hotel in South (Trinidad), he takes clothes and lays on the bed. Like a fucking hippo that is saying “service me”.

Nah! You must be joking.

After I done snuck my ass after 5 mins of being in this hotel parking lot, looking out to make sure we don’t know anyone else who cheating, I get out the car and run out and up the stairs to THIS MESS! Before I can even take my shoes off?! This is a movie.

I have just gathered that he probably thinks we’re married?! I need to remind him that we are not and the I need the OLD JP back.

Sex hotels is Trinidad is an acquired taste, let me tell you. I have been to a few. The ones that are not owned by the Chinese people are a fucking mess. A rat’s hole, if you please.

The beds are small, some are “leather” covered, so both your asses are sliding off (can you imagine this fuck), the beds sometimes move, you have to hope they changed the fucking sheets, the water in the shower is almost never even lukewarm. Fuck my life.

Can you imagine after you done getting eaten 3 times, fucked in many angles, sucked some cock, deep throated a cock, had some conversation, fucked again and then you dive into the fucking cold Caribbean Sea. Yes. That’s what taking a shower at one of these places is like.

But we here for a good time not a long time right.

To be continued…

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Let’s rewind.

It’s been about 10 years since I wanted to do this writing thing and finally it’s a GO!

The men, the sex, the jokes, the life.

I’m in my 30’s and yeah, I have single friends, I have married friends, family and associates but it seems like either my typical storyline of a life or that I am actually asleep as an actress on some Lifetime movie or a game show. The spectrum is broad.

Everyone says I have thick skin, a broad back, I’m stupid(for doing what I do), I’m brave, I’m too nice, I’m too pretty, I’m petty, I’m everything. But to me, I’m just something else.

I have been through alot in my life. Childhood was an emotional rollercoaster and it still taunts me to this very day. The men whom I’ve come into contact with, have either stayed on as a friend, fuck buddy, enemy or whatever.

It’s hard for women out here to find a good man. I’m not talking biblical here. I’m talking about the fact that we are in 2019, and men still do not understand how or what women want and need.

I mean, the man I want should be emotionally charged yet stable, confident, sexual, funny, have a job, have a clue. He doesn’t have to be fat or thin, since I’m really not shallow and discriminating.

The guys I have been with may seem like alot but I can’t say that I am a numbers person because 1. It’s hard to keep track 2. How many times do I have to share my personal experiences with someone until they finally stay.

The answer for #2, and it took me a long time to see this is, every time but pace it.

People who come into our lives are here for a reason. I firmly believe this. They teach us what we are supposed to do to either make us stronger, kinder, simpler, more vulnerable, less vulnerable, the list goes on.

The people who came into my life taught me all of these things and more. Especially how to be much less before I really give in.

My problem is that I am aware of how I should be treated yet I do so much shit. My girlfriends are constantly down my guts for me to have some more self respect and self love.

I do respect myself and of course I love myself but I still keep doing the same shit, just from different angles. Its a work in progess to stop.

One of my best friends, Jo, even said to me, whenever someone rejects you, and you are as kind and warm as you are, there is something wrong with them, it has nothing to do with you. And she’s right.

Jo and I have been friends for over 16 years, in fact all of my friends have been around me for 10+ years. Yes they may be few, but quality not quantity guys, remember that. We all have our ups and downs but there is nothing like my friends, my true day one. People whom I’ve grown up with and as the universe will have it, we have been through hell and came right back. I would suggest to everyone reading my blog to search for your true friends. Like REALLY invest some time to determine who they are, your life may be in for a change because of these special people.

As for the men, all I have to do is to keep it pushing. Keep on being me, because that’s all I can really only be. I was never in the practice of being fake and by having good people around you tends to mould you to not be shady and untrustworthy.

It’s because of the people around me that I have not ended up in jail or some psychiatric ward.

After many years of chatting with friends and them encouraging me to start a blog, I’ve finally decided to give it a shot.

My life has been nothing short of a complete comedy and I am willing to share this with the world.

I am using this platform as a form of therapy and yes, this term may seem quite scary, but as I write you will come to understand, hopefully, how funny, painful, ridiculous and enjoyable the experiences I share are relatable.

As a waiver, nothing I say here should be taken out of context. I mean no self harm, self hurt, I’m not bashing and trying to create turmoil with anyone. The characters aka my relatives, friends, co-workers, business associates and everyone, including myself; all have incognito profiles- for safety. It’s also mainly for me not having a restraining order out on my name or reported somewhere.

This is not an advice column. However, if you would like to share or contribute, I won’t take offence. I promise you. Except for some of you female activists, please don’t bring your negative vibe to my page. Save ME the headache of having to deal with y’all problems!

Feel free to share my pages and I hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoy writing.

MzKittytt.

Thanks for joining me!

Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton