farrThey say that April showers brings May Showers, but possums, Autumn rains just brings on more stains!

Not to be confused with the April Showers which represents spring rains in some parts of the northern hemisphere during the month of April.

But, I digress.

I am talking about when a man purposely stands up and sprays his yellow load all over the body. This brings a whole new meaning of standing up to urinate, no?april_showers_john_doyle_470

Why do men get away with introducing April Showers in the bedroom? They say that it brings a kind of sweet release at the end of it all. But, I think that it is because they have girlfriends as Stupidas that just can’t say no.

I personally do not find it tantalizing at all.

Why?

According to Wikipedia.org:

Urine is a liquid waste product of the body secreted by the kidneys by a process of filtration from blood called urination and excreted through the urethra.

Why would you want something sprayed all over you that is actually used to test diseases? They don’t collect all that for nothing.

But I digress. Again.

Why not try body oil?  Body oil is always good! It may stain the sheets, but the wouldn’t you want to see your beloved rub up themselves with oil than have human waste drip all over them. And let me mention the smell. What are you going to do, “Febreeze” it out?

The first time that I ever encountered urine in my boudoir was when a lover was making a seriously funny joke while we were at it and then I let it rip. Albeit, only a little, but it was enough to get his attention. Which I know I did because he gave me one of those “raise-one-eyebrow” look. I just kept going and acted as if I was so…wet. Looking back on it now I realize that I got away with so much, but to actually think of doing it on purpose then, possums, I don’t think so.

Now, the many times I have felt well-placed urine on my hands and cheek (while changing diapers), it felt warm, smelly and don’t forget sticky too. I don’t see why anyone would want to ruin their comforters to foray into this territory.

And don’t even try to place a towel on the bed, because he cannot control where it lands and  it ruins good high thread count sheets that was bought at a department store and not at Wal-Mart and when you tried to bring it to the drive -thru cleaners, peeingyou would think that it would deter them from talking about the strange stains they found on your sheets cause they are a drive-thru and they have good paying people waiting in their cars behind you, but no it doesn’t deter them, which is so surprising cause you know that they must have seen more weirder things than a big ole yellow stain.

Not that this has happened to me.

It is just a for instance.

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nnonoNow this is how it should be done, no?

You have all the benefits of satisfying his urge to let you dominate and you can just stand there and think and prepare your grocery and dinner list at the same time.

No point of having to concentrate on groaning at the pregright times, cause you both know that there is a large pink elephant in the room.

A large plastic one that stands between him and the real thing.

So players, play on…or at least suck on!

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My possums, I have decided to do a end of summer, early fall version of my favorite post. Enjoy.

1. Why not go on a drive in an area slightly outside your town? It gives you a chance to throw highres_4366258caution to the wind and you don’t have to worry about leaving breadcrumbs behind you as you leave. That is what GPS’s are for!

2. Invite your beloved or some friends on a decadent picnic that would being society to their knees!  Make it real outrageous by grabbing a beautiful straw picnic basket and matching silver utensils. It gives you another excuse to use the good china! Keep the number small so that you can splurge on moms-picnicgood cheeses, a carafe of champagne, and some just desserts. If your friends have kids, picnic-wine-2make sure that you bring interesting toys for them to play with in the park. And don’t forget the small transistor radio  to play jazz in the background.

3. Why not do stargazing at night? Make it a special date night and bring very few blankets so that your date will want to cuddle. You don’t have to even know all the celestial names. Do it the Lucresia way-tell your friend that a certain star is name after you! Don’t worry though, they will be orion-constellationtoo horny to even think to hard about it. “Hard” being the operative word!

4. Try swinging. I don’t mean that kind (but, if you are totally into that stuff, well done you)! Do you remember when you were in elementary school and during break, the class would get together and kick the young ones off PicForNewsletterTulumJan2007P1030520Swingsthe swings and just talk about your future? Why don’t you gather a few friends at beginning of dusk and go to your local park and hang out by the swings? You’d be surprise  how  hypnotizing the movement of the swings offers everyone a moment of quiet reflection. You will all find yourselves easily ready to talk about your daily lives.

P.S. Don’t kick off the kids! Either wait until they get off or t gather around in a circle on the grass. It may have been okay back then.  But, instead of a teacher coming after you, the popo will!

No-Television5. Why not go an entire day without any communication devices or T.V. and yes, your computer!  There was life before all of these things. It was not all House and the Prairie!  You just have conditioned yourself into thinking” is that all there is” over the years. Might as well, cause you have to prepare for the mother load of all hectic- the Christmas season!

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I was watching a re-run of the movie Hook, with all the pirates’ legs et al and I got to thinking about pegs; and more pointedly pegging.SexyPirate

So in my quest for research I sent out some feelers out to my friends and a few family members wondered to myself- do many men out there like to be pegged?

I didn’t get any immediate calls back, so I called for back-up- my baby brother (who told me that he better remain nameless and don’t I have anything better to do with my time!)

“Yello?” (Yes he really answers the phone this way!)

“I just wanted know if you are still uncircumcised?” I asked blatantly.

“yY…es, why who wants to know?” asked my brother.

“Well, I just wanted to know if you ever been pegged before?” I asked, fully knowing well that he did not know what I was talking about.

“Pegged? What the hell, is that?” he asked.

“Well, you know pegged?” I said sheepishly. “When a girl sticks you up in the butt-“ I added.

“A girl is sticking what up my butt! I am not gay!”

magic_story_peg“You don’t have to be gay! Some men like the sensation of it all and-“

Taking the phone from my brother, my mother had to get all up in it!

“Lucresia, why are you calling your brother gay!” she said, shouting in the phone.

“I didn’t call him g-“ I started.

“Why do you have to ask your brother so many nasty things? Do you wan to have sex with him?”

“No, but-“ I started.

“In my time, decent women would never ask other men about those things!” she yelled.

“I was just trying to-“I started to reply.

“You think that I would ever do that do your father? Do you think that your father is gay? Your father would never Wiki-peggingstand for that! Can you imagine what his mother would think of me? Your grandmother must be rolling in her grave!

“Mom, I don’t think Grandma Polly has that much wiggle room!” I answered.

“And you forget that your brother is a almost a virgin. He has only slept with one woman his entire life!”

(Insert thought here-YEAH RIGHT!!!!)

“And do you know what they do to men like that in Jamaica? “ asked my mother.

(I replied in unison with my mother)- “They scald them with hot water and run them out of the town square!”

“Exactly!” she replied.

“Yes, I know,” I mumbled.

“So, are you coming over tonight?” asked my mother.

“WTF???” (this is a thought, that I made sure that it did not come out my mouth)

“If you are, bring me some cigarette papers!”

In case all that went over your head, pegging is when a woman uses strap-on to  penetrate a man. And yes, my mom uses cigarette papers, for the same reason you do, my pet.

Did you know that, historically, most people think that anal sex is mostly been associated with male homosexuality and men who have sex with men?  However, this is not entirely true.  Most gay men don’t even like anal sex, nor engage in it.  Some men feel that anal sex is degrading toward the receptive partner and an unnecessary health risk.

Doggy_style_pegging Apparently, the men who love to be pegged, like the pleasurable sensations it gives. It actually leads to a very distinct type of orgasm.

Hmmm, distinct eh? This I got to feel!

When the receiving partner is penetrated it can produce a pleasurable sensation due to the inserted thingie rubbing or brushing against the prostate (also known as the “male G-spot” or “A-spot”) through the bottom’s wall. Due to the fact that the prostate is very close to the hole, it has been suggested that males achieve greater satisfaction in this manner than females.

Go figure! One for men zero for women.

Unfortunately, the last time I checked I don’t even have a prostate! So I guess I will never know if I will have an orgasm that would make me pass out…,but that won’t stop me from finding out.

All in all, I will try to find a willing partner for this experiment within the week. I do plan for it be someone who did me wrong in the past, cause then I will literally be tearing them a new hole.

Which you all know that is my favorite thing.

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bethdittohairstyles_bighighbunhairstyleCame across this photo and I had to share. I used to wear my hair like this, not too long ago. I used a ponytail hairpiece to coiff it up like that.

I thought it was so fetching….at the time.

Mmmn

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BeFunky10I am on the last leg of my L.A. vacay, and honestly, I think that I am going to miss everything. But, I feel that it is definitely time to go on home. Their highways are so friggin’ busy!   I miss Toronto’s highways, even the DVP at its busiest. I also miss the fact 492631013_7aebbce264that the ghettos we have don’t look like ghettos because the government makes sure that they look spectacular for those who visit our beautiful city.

L.A. reminds me of an “American” Jamaica; with all the houses with the iron decorated bars on the windows and the palm trees. The only thing though, there is a hell of a lot of balmy weather! Every time I look up to the sky it is almost a weird shade of greenish-gray. Weird, non? And I don’t see any birds in the sky either. They all fly really low. Almost drove into one trying to drive AND take pictures of the Hollywood sign.

But, before I go home I had to visit the famed Grauman’s Theatre on Hollywood Boulevard.  The amount of people in the GraumansChineseTheatre-ssouvenir shop was crazy! Every single item you can imagine had a name of Hollywood plastered on it! I ended up with an ashtray to support my new diet and of course a fridge magnet. Then I went further down the road and picked up 3 for $10.00 t-shirts. Although, I don’t like wearing t-shirts cause with my big boobs, they push the shirt waay out and make me look bigger, I thought it made a nice gift for my parents and then the third one I could wear around the house. I know most people wear t-shirts when working out, but as you know possums, I work out in the nude.

I finally made my way to the star on the street when I came across a huge crowd. It was Michael Jackson’s star.

How could you miss it! Not only was it the only star that people crowded around, but a guy held a portable player Michael_Jackson_star_BImgplaying Michael Jackson’s tunes. People were actually putting their faces on it and kissing it while others took pictures.

My word!

I just kindly told people to back it on up so that I could take a few pictures without their feet all up in it. I then headed over to the wax museum. And took pics with the Marilyn Monroe statue and then took a picture of Marilyn Monroe’s hand-print. At first I couldn’t find it because there were so many people walking around. It ended up being practically right in front of theatre!

I took a picture with Snoop Dogg and Samuel L. Jackson! Okay, not really them, but they snoop-wax-2looked so life-like! They even had Snoop’s corn rows done properly!

A funny thing did happen with Samuel though. It w407178266ulGqFK_fsas my turn to take a pic with Samuel, when the person kept on telling me to get closer and closer and closer.  I almost made the jigga fall over!! I was so bent and embarrassed! And you would think that would be the end of my dramas for the day, but not if you are Lucresia Linton.

I tried to get into see Michael Jackson.

This time however, I kept my hands to myself! No disturbing the recently interred for me!

But let me tell you, that it is the hottest club around cause there is a bouncer and everything.

Honey, there must have been an invisible rope cause you can’t get in!!  Don’t even try to say that you are there to see any famous paintings or stain glass windows cause you are not in luck. I thought that it would be easy, until a security asked me who was I there to see.

“My uncle,” I said.

velvet-rope “What’s his name,” said the burly man.

“ Uncle Sam…Sammy. Uncle Sammy,” I replied looking him dead (pardon moi) in the face.

“Sammy…and his last name?” asked the burly man.

“Sammy…umm…Davis. Sammy Davis.”

“Are you trying to tell me that you are related to Sammy Davis?” asked the burly man.

l_9bedefc4f06840a48a018443af02e309 “Why yes, and don’t forget about the junior,” I answered back. “He worked hard for the junior!”cooltext4292228281

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pivAh, the man purse.0904_fp_3537190_dsm_ronaldo_cristiano_090309 I notice it a lot in L.A.

I, for one, think that it is a very “in” thing for a man to carry a purse.

No, darling… not the wivey’s…your own.

Some say it is a very European thing to do, but I beg to differ. Many a man of our times have carried around a man purse. I hadn’t been able to recall one , until I saw a picture of the soccer player, Cristiano Ronaldo carrying one. The man is what it must be like after you drink Mad Puss Piss-crazy cute! But, as you all know I prefer a little bit of a tummy on my man. Not, too much, just a little. I don’t want our bellies serenading us as it flaps together while we make love.

But, I digress.

The first time I came across a man purse was with my Uncle.

I will have to name him Cujo.

So, my uncle Cujo used to carry around this thick black leather man purse.  He carried it everywhere.  If he came out of a barber shop, it was right under his arm. If louis-vuitton-monogram-man-pursehe came out of the bathroom at home, yep, right under his arm. Even when he came out of his white Lincoln, yet again, right under his arm. Bitch looked like a pimp!! One day I asked him why, oh why does he have to carry such a womanly thing. He looked at me as if I was the last thing on earth who did not know anything about fashion!

Jigga Wah??

I asked to see what was in there.  He pulled me into the back bedroom and pulled down the shades.  When he opened it inside was a huge wad of cash and his Magnum. It was his life savings. He carried his money and his gun everywhere!  He did not believe in banks.

murseMy aunt used to say that she was so jealous of “normal”wives who would just search their husband’s pockets while they slept, if they needed any money.

Not my aunt.

My uncle was like a bank teller. You would have to ask for the money up front or else he could blow your head off at night when the lights were off!

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