::FuN SpoT...

Yesterday, we got in-touch with our "inner child"
and went out to Fun Spot Action Park.

It has like 5 go-kart tracks, two arcades, a ferris wheel, bumper cars, and mostly stuff for families with little kids. -lol-



Here he is yelling at somebody's child saying "C'mon, Grandpa!"
He's a trip! ...I can't take him no-where... -lol-



The next time around the track, he's ahead of the same kid.
I can just imagine what he was thinking.



Here we are a couple hundred feet in the air,
on this parachute-ferris-wheel-type thing.

It was too fast and we were too high. I'm SO serious, we got off before the ride was half-way done. -lol- O...M...G... there were six-year-olds on there that could handle the ride better than us.We got off.

I don't know if you can tell but I was exhausted. I'd been up since three in the morning b/c I had to work that early, and I had just gotten off at 11:30 and went over to his new place and we went there.

We'd had some "issues" the night before which carried on into the next day, so although we were having fun, every now and then one of us would get in a smart-ass or bitch mode and catch an attitude with one another. I was getting pissed at him and would try to walk away. Then, he'd grab my arm and be like "Don't make me kiss you in front of all these people." -lol- He knows how to make me laugh. Then he's like "Naw, there's too many children around... you're lucky."

He's so silly sometimes.

After that, we went to Festival Bay Mall, and he made me mad because we'd go in a store and he'd disappear and I'd get frustrated because I was like "We DID come in here together didn't we?"

Later we left there and went to eat at Mrs. B's Pizza & Wings.

I love this place because whenever I've gone there in the past, there are very few people there, if any at all, so I like it because it's like we have the place to ourselves.

Here we are waiting for our food.
You KNOW we had to take pictures...

He is so silly sometimes... :) and I was so tired.
We're starting to become like best friends,
which is good because that's what I want more from him.

He loves being affectionate in public. He says it turns him on.
I always tell him "We are TOO close to home."
Meaning: Orlando...
where we live, and where I grew up.

The last thing I need is for someone to run and tell my mama they saw me kissing a boy.
-lol- I got in an argument with my momz the other night cuz she was bitching about hardly ever seeing me and saying that I lead a double-life.

I gave her a White Chicks "what-ver" for that one.

Granted there is a part of me that she does not (and will not) know about, but that's MY life, not hers... You know how moms like to be in control, right? She's just can't stand me being grown and living my own life. It's so funny cuz I know it drives her crazy. My mom's cool, though. We get along fine... usually.

While we were at Fun Spot he made friends with some lesbian chick from Tampa who was asking him questions about me, if I was his bf, etc... She and her gay guy friend gave him her number to call, so we could go out with them to the club. I had to get up early for work, but we didn't tell them that, but we're still gonna call them sometime.

It's cool because I want us to make some friends so that it's not always just us. I don't have any friends that I can just hang out with that'll be cool like that, and know he's my dude or whatever.

Also, I saw one of my mom's minister friends. I recognized him, but I don't know if he knew where he knew me from or how he knew me. I tried to avoid him but while I was trying to find my bf, I ran into dude, and the look I got from him was like the look of death, and he was wearing all black, too... -lol- I just had a moment where I was a little freaked out by that. I was paranoid about that for a while after we left, but I don't think he knows where he knows me from, yet.

So, we left Mrs. B's and stopped to get some alcohol... The purpose? Make-up sex. -lol- Well, that was my purpose anyway... He always says... "Imma hafta talk to you about your agenda..." -lol-

We'd been switching up every now and then w/ each other, as far as attitude is concern. We fight and kiss at the same time, I don't know if anyone can identify, but it's just how it is with us. We never really scream at each other or anything like that, we just talk and disagree from time to time, but it's cool.

So, later on that night, I went home with him. He's got a new place and it's very nice. I'm going to start looking for my own place and a new job on Monday. He's got a townhouse in an exclusive area in Orlando. Because of it, he's happy and less stressed. Therefore, I am, too.

We bought a bottle of vodka, Smirnoff Watermelon.

The problem was... we drank it straight. He was sipping on it from time to time while he straightened up the room, and my loose-ass was taking big gulps and handing it back to him. Originally, I just wanted a little buzz, then I went overboard. My intentions were to get a little tipsy, get a little freaky, so I'd be ready to go to bed and get up at 2 am to go to work.

So what about the sex? (You know you wanted to know! -lol-) Well since you asked... It was... great! Really rough, though... and I was kinda turned off by some things he was saying to me, plus we were drunk as hell!! I don't remember a whole lot except for the fact that after like two hours we were too tired to even finish. -lolol-

We spent a few minutes later teasing each other, and he was being too damn silly. He spent all that time cleaning up his room before... you know, setting the mood and everything, and we wrecked it, we really did... It's worse than it was before -lol- Jeez... but I think that the physical part of our relationship is something that we really need to tone down.

It's really not that big a part of what we have, though... even though it's good (damn good), and each of us has a little bit of a freak on the inside, it's something that I see getting a little out of control because I have a very high sex drive, (and that was part of the issue we had the night before), and I don't want to be so focused on it all the time (like I have been).

Maybe it's just how I've been brought up because afterward sometimes, I feel guilty, or even dirty (which is how I feel right now.)

So finally we went to sleep. I had to be at work at 3:00, and I had a long drive to get there (compared to right around the corner from MY place), and I woke up at 4:14!!
I was sleeping good, and I woke up and checked my cell phone (it has an alarm clock). It was turned off!... and I KNOW that I checked it like THREE times before I went to sleep! Hmm... but anyway, I woke up, and jumped in the shower.
When I got out the shower, he woke up, and was wide awake and full of energy. He thought he was going to take me to work, which I don't know why...

I called my job and told them I was on my way, by now it's almost 5:00. Officially two hours late, and I was SO sure I was gonna lose my job. After I get off the phone, he gropes me. I'm like "Stop it... I gotta go." He was still hyped from the night before, but was pissed at me because I "gave him" some rug burns... -lol- As quick as he grabbed me, I got excited... I was like (with an attidude) "You know what?... you didn't even finished what you started last night!" -lol- Then he started talking dirty to me and got me real turned on. I was fully dressed in my uniform and was ready to walk out the door and I'm like "Come on." So we got it on again, and yes, I let him hit my "fun spot" and it was incredible!... He always describes our sex life as "Paradise." -lol- It was nice, except for the teeth marks. Yes... he effing BIT ME!... six different times, and I got all the marks and hickies to prove it. I'm like "Baby, I know you think that's supposed to turn me on, but...it doesn't... It fucking hurts!" He did it to get back at me for his rug burns. lol, Jeez...

We have a pretty versatile relationship as far as our personalities and our sex-life is concerned, so it's cool. (Like that's EVERYBODY'S business) I wasn't gonna write about sex, and once again I'm kicking myself because I did, but I couldn't not write about it.

Anyway, it was the roughest we'd ever had it, and the longest we'd ever gone, but I think I'm gonna put the brakes on that for right now just because I'm feeling extremely awkward about it for some reason. I don't know why, maybe it's just because of the alcohol, idunno, but... it was nice, though.

So anyway, I finally made it out of the apartment about 45 minutes later, and got to work a little after 6:00. Only three hours late... I was SO sure I was gonna get fired today. -lol-

When I got there, they didn't even say much. They were just like "What'd you over-sleep or something?" and I'm like "Uh, Yeah..." then they make an announcement over the intercom that I'd "entered the building." It was too funny. I didn't get a warning or anything. I guess they do like me... haha

So, one of my co-workers (lesbian) was like, so "What? Did she keep you up all night?" and I laugh and blush--and am like "What!?" and then another dude jumps in the conversation and she continues with "So, is hot sex your excuse!?" cuz she says I'm always tired when I come to work and that has to be the reason why... She proceeds to tell me how she's single and lonely, and how she feels like me telling her that is kinda her living that experience through me or something like that... -lol- so anyway, these people carried on this conversation and continued to talk about their sex life for the next hour or so. I didn't say nuFFin cuz I don't kiss and tell (usually, but I guess there's a blue moon up in blogland today). I just listened and laughed my ass off. I was like "It's WAY too early for this conversation!" I was kinda hurting and hung-over, but it was all good. I got my work done, and called my baby once I got home.

I just came home to look at the pix from yesterday and create this post (especially for my blog peoples) so HOLLA! Peace.