Viva DEe Group

Of those weekly meetups

That be bi-weekly for some

And more than weekly for others

Of missed you and how are you

Hugs and peck peck

Without kisses and oral exchange of ideas

Of merriment, glee and delight

With stimulating bits of conversations

That go away in any direction randomly

Of new acquaintances and experiences

Antennas raised to spot the man and not a boy

And the could have been broda that raised concern

Of past news, posts and messages

And catch up on all activities

Reminisce about a vagina couch, a dog, some cash plus a penny

Of age

Precocious menopause and heat flashes

Of sports cars and under 40 gerrrrrrrls

Of sizes and body parts

Bay-tocks, bi-tocks and breasts

Transvestites, cross dressers and in-between-ers

Of candle on the head dances

Amidst wild circular prancing

With quiet onlooker

Of wondering if tomorrow will stay away

Because the night is kicking

And the dj is really poomping

Of three plus a free round

And oh my gosh look at the time

The usual first fast getaway done

Of catching malaria

Causes and cures

With remembrance of previous near fatal episodes

Of drops of silence

Against rumbustious dialogues and monologues

And witty snippets and bright ideas

Of hurts and hugs

Pensive insightful thoughts

And care and concern for another

Of photos in darkness taken

With missing flash and persons

And sent off to those away

Of things that we have,and those we can never have

The things that we can get

And the ones we may never get

Of a cheer

And ovation

Viva DEe Group!!

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What Madam requires

https://www.vectorstock.com I work as a domestic for my Madam. I look after Madam’s big family and her big house. I tend to Madams big garden and her big cars. For Madam – everything must be big. She herself is big. She is also big on ambition – both professionally and domestically. Which is where I come in. Today I had a review with my Madam. And she reminded me of her expectations and requirements regarding my performance. Some requirements were new, some she was just recapping. In my own words and in no particular order let me tell you what my Madam expects. My Madam requires; I am all-knowing. I must know everything that happened during my watch - where the bumps on the children came from and where her yellow, blue and green scarf is. She wore it yesterday and left it in the laundry basket. I am omnipotent - all powerful, invincible and able to do what is inhumanly impossible. I should make her 2 year old eat all 6 meals every day, an

Of panty lines and such other

Truth be told, as one woman to another, your panty line cutting across your baytock is not a pleasant sight. True story. And no, I am not jealous. Truly, I really do not care that you have a big bum. And yes, my backside is minuscule, a peanut of a derriere. I am not well endowed in my nether regions. And still I am not jealous. Lets talk about us, the small haunched women. As the world goes gaga over the well endowed grogan ciandas, we too have drooled [in an appreciation of God’s creation kind of way and not on a sexual orientation manner], coveted those mahagas. We have each come to the realisations that, “my fundamentals is small ya?” We have told ourselves that “not all good things come in big packages” and “small is good too”. And with that admission has come acceptance and soon an appreciation for our pint sized rear My bottom is small. And to add injury to insult, it has a bad shape. It has dents on the side. And these dents lend gre

Gal, before you get hitched....

Yeee!! You are getting married. Marriage is beautiful. You are in for a great ride!! Exhilarating and thrilling. Here is what I think you should know...... Marriage is an official arrangement. That demands some bureaucratic process and hunting for certificates and signatures from various authorities. Parking your backside on a man’s 4x6 bed and squeezing your underwear next to his in the bag hanging off the mobile wardrobe door is not a marriage. Even if you have four children. And it does not matter what the constitution says. Marriage happens when a man publicly stands up and says it has happened. Until that day, you are just a woman he sexes, a woman who bears his children, but is not good enough to marry. Before you marry, you know nothing about marriage. You have watched marriages. You have read about it. You have gone for pre-marriage counseling. You still know nothing about marriage. You will find out about marriage when you are

I will write on my table

I am a creature of habits and routines. Some good, some nasty, some neither here nor there – Rouge Deck thing with a crimson pool, that I nearly took a tumble into. Future wise words to self – wear flats on deck. lukewarm, which I hear is reviled in some quarters. One thing is, I do not often go into some spaces. Like the food, fashion and furniture affair at the DusitD2 space – nice, with its with its Rouge Deck thing with a crimson pool, that I nearly took a tumble into. Future wise words to self – wear flats on deck. Food was good. The mushroom fritter like bites dipped in a ricotta and something and dip were divine. I shamelessly munched on them in bunches of three. I told the bites distributer to via me every 5 minutes. Very obedient. I stopped counting at their fourth stop. Meanwhile, I was informed that the word divine is bougie bougie and to stop using it tout de suite. I did. Will never speak it again. Only write it when I meet the mushrooms again. Th

One woman too late

I am sitting at the bar, waiting for a friend who told me she was “at the roundabout” an hour ago. Nothing much is happening. Two men sitting to my left. They are eating crisps dipped in avocadoes smashed with tomatoes and chilies. Talking about internet marketing. They each have Coronas in front of them. I do not understand that beer. On my right, a fifty-something old man, showing the pictures on his phone to his, female “working class” twenty-something year old date. I wonder about them for a bit. Wonder what kind of pictures. Nothing else concrete. Just wondering without actually thinking. Thoughts that never quite form in the head kind of wondering. Across the room – two white men sitting face to face across a small low table. One pudgy. The other sleek. They take turns to go to the bar to buy themselves one beer at a time. Strange. It’s not a self service bar. Maybe they like chatting to the bartender. She is a nice looking gal. With a mohawk and

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