What's love got to do with it? What's love but a second hand emotion?
Tina Turner hit it right on the money with that song. I can picture
her now sashaying across the stage with those long legs and wild,
sexy hair flying all over the place as she bellows out those lyrics
straight from the heart. Lord knows, she could be the spokeswoman
for that song because being married to Ike was no walk through the
daisies.
It's amazing how when we are young and haven't experienced life
yet, songs are listened to for the beat and the rhythm. It's only
later, when we are older and wiser, that we listen to and relate
to the lyrics behind the songs. We can relate because we have been
there and done that.
Reflecting back on the last few turbulent months of my life,
I realize I have changed, really I had no choice but to change,
from a naïve, young woman,
who thought she knew it all, into a mature, wiser woman. You see, I have
learned that life has a way of teaching us hard lessons about
love. And believe me, there are many lessons to be taught,
lessons learned only by living them. You have to go through
them and survive to truly understand.
Sometimes, the only way is to live life, learn from our mistakes
and move on. Unfortunately, when it comes to love, for a lot of us,
it takes a while longer to get to that moving on stage. A lot of
us have to be taught the lesson over and over again before we finally
get it. Women, throughout history, have played the fool for love,
and you know what, we probably always will. It has been drilled into
us from birth that to be truly happy we need a man in our life and
in our beds. I'm sure I can get some amens to that.
The lessons I have learned are quite simple. Lesson number one: The entire
concept of love is a bunch of pure, one hundred percent, unadulterated bullshit.
Love doesn't conquer all or solve all our problems; if anything, love probably
complicates matters. Once love comes into the picture, it totally changes things.
You definitely can't live off of it when your symbol of love is beating you
down.
Lesson number two: Never, never, never, I repeat never, let a man, no matter
how much you love him or he claims to love you, control your life or become
your life. Before you know it you have lost your identity and ultimately yourself.
I swear on my daddy's grave that will never, ever, happen to me---AGAIN.
If I ever have children, especially a daughter, I'm going to teach her that
fairy tales are just that---fairy tales. There isn't a black knight in shining
armor who's going to ride into your life and love you, protect you and cherish
you forever. That shit only happens in the movies. In real life, love usually
comes with a price.
1 Christian
They say there comes a time in every man's life when he has to
stand up and be a man. He has to make a decision that is going
to affect the rest of his life. Yet, there is no turning back.
Well, that time has come for me. My life is now divided as "before the incident" and "after
the incident".
Love can make us do some crazy shit. That little four-letter word was never in
my vocabulary until recently. Hell, I am, or should I say was, one of the biggest
players out there. Don't take that the wrong way. I am honest about who and what
I am... no games, just straight-up, upfront honesty. That's what the women of
the 90's want...right?
Don't get me wrong. I'm just not about to settle down and do
the "family
thing"; that is all so boring and predictable. I honestly believe that
I wasn't born to be monogamous; it's not in my genes. Therefore, I'm not
going to live my life based on a lie.
Like I said before, I'm straight up. I'm not about playing these bullshit games.
I'm too old for that shit. I let them know right up front... I am NOT about commitment,
falling in love, marriage, children or the white picket fence. I'm enjoying my
life to the fullest and their company at that particular moment in time. If they
have any other ideas then they had better step.
But when love calls your name, you can't run away no matter how hard you try
or how bad you want to. I should know because I know I tried. In fact, I thought
I was running a marathon. But I fell in love with a lady who has the face of
an angel and a heart of gold. Mia... that's her name. Mia. I think I loved her
the first time I laid eyes on her. She literally touched my heart and I have
never been the same since. No one else could ever make me feel this way.
I was in denial for a long time, trying to run from the truth, but the truth
has a funny way of finding your ass. Mia is damn near perfect and I would willingly
give up my life for her. That's some heavy shit coming from me, but I would with
no hesitation. There is one small problem. Actually, it is quite a major problem.
Mia doesn't love me because she only has eyes for my best friend, Brice, her
husband.
Yeah, there comes a time when you have to do the right thing. Sometimes the right
thing involves hurting people you don't want to hurt. But hey, life is full of
disappointment, betrayal and pain. I should know.
2 Mia
Mrs. Brice Matthew. Mrs. Mia Matthew. Mia Matthew. Life is good. I still can't
believe I actually met, fell in love and married my black knight in shining armor.
Fairy tales do come true; I'm witness to that. Mama and Uncle Larry are always
saying that I am a hopeless romantic. Yes, I cry watching sappy love stories
and yes, I want that kind of love. A love where when I see HIM, my legs tremble,
my heart rate speeds up and when I look into his eyes, I know my meaning for
living. Now that's love. I truly believe, though, that there is one special person
out there for each and every one of us: a soul mate. Once you meet that person
your life is complete.
Brice... I love that man so much. I love everything about him from his sexy,
penetrating brown eyes, his sensuous lips that kiss my neck, my breasts and every
place imaginable, to his strong hands with his long, trim fingers that know just
where to stroke.... the list goes on and on.
Brice is everything I have ever wanted in a man and more. I have to pinch myself
every night before I go to sleep and every morning when I wake up to make sure
I'm not dreaming. I know, I know, he has me whipped. And you'd best believe I
love every minute of it and every inch of him.
Don't get me wrong now, Brice is not perfect. Oh man, Brice is by no means perfect.
He has a fiery temper that he can't control, he has a possessive nature and he
loves me too much. Yeah, too much. Sometimes it's suffocating. I'll get into
that later. For now, I am going to continue lying here basking in the afterglow
of good, no great lovemaking while I watch my husband sleep like a newborn baby.
3 Brice
Mia is the love of my life. I have always dreamed of marrying a woman like her.
She is beautiful, intelligent, sexy and everything a man could want in a woman.
I wanted to have the type of marriage that my parents had when I was growing
up. After 30+ years of marriage, they are still kicking it and still very much
in love.
Mia is younger than me, eight years to be exact. She's only twenty-two
years old. That concerned me in the beginning because I felt
that she needed to do some more growing up, which she does, but
then I realized that she was still at an age where she could
be molded. I know that sounds old-fashioned and makes me sound
like a male chauvinist or something, but I am none of the above.
Mia has her own mind and can do whatever she wants to do to an "extent".
She is still learning what that "extent" is. My daddy didn't take
any mess from his wife, my Moms, and I don't intend to either. Mia thinks
I am too possessive of her. I tell her that I am just being a man and I intend
to wear the pants in my family. She can learn that the easy way or the hard
way.
Before I met Mia, my boy Christian and me were out there. And I do mean out there.
We were never at a loss for women and pussy. There is something about a man in
uniform that turns a lot of women on. Women love Marines. And I love women. If
Mia ever knew some of the shit that we did, she probably would never have married
me. I can't even believe some of the things that we did to get some, but those
days are gone for me. I am totally committed to Mia.
When I want some all I have to do is roll over and spread her legs wide and she
is always willing and ready. All my years of experience have paid off because
I can do some shit to Mia that drives her out of her mind. She'll be screaming,
arching that tiny back with her perky breasts begging to be stroked, calling
out my name and coming in her panties before I can even get it in good. Then
she'll have those long, slim legs wrapped around my waist so that she can take
all of me inside of her. Yeah, Mia is definitely dick whipped; she totally gives
her body to me with no inhibitions.
