Euftis Emery's Blog, page 4
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January 3, 2018
WHO TOOK THE BLACK MAN OUT OF ROMANCE?
If you have a question for me, hit me up at euftis_emery@yahoo.com.
Question: Who took the black MAN out of RoMANce?
My best friend and I were talking on the phone last night. We were discussing that movie "Something New" with Sanaa Lathan and all the good reviews it received.
She also brought up a good point, white men know how to romance a woman and black men don't.
We started comparing notes and they started coming together.
White men know how to go out on dates and actually not want anything but a kiss in return.
Black men pay for your dinner and want some ass in return to compensate.
White men open doors, compliment you, and treat you like a precious jewel.
Black men let you fend for yourself and call it "…being independent".
White men will wait until you are ready to be intimate, so they can plan everything perfectly.
Black men would screw you in the back of their car if you let them, if you won't they get mad and never call again.
Have black men gotten so bad that they just don't care about making a woman fell like the Nubian queens that we are?
Or have black women made such a bad reputation for themselves that black men feel like they can treat us any kind of way? What do you think?
DarkNLovely
Read my reply here: http://euftis.com/advice/who_took_the...
Question: Who took the black MAN out of RoMANce?
My best friend and I were talking on the phone last night. We were discussing that movie "Something New" with Sanaa Lathan and all the good reviews it received.
She also brought up a good point, white men know how to romance a woman and black men don't.
We started comparing notes and they started coming together.
White men know how to go out on dates and actually not want anything but a kiss in return.
Black men pay for your dinner and want some ass in return to compensate.
White men open doors, compliment you, and treat you like a precious jewel.
Black men let you fend for yourself and call it "…being independent".
White men will wait until you are ready to be intimate, so they can plan everything perfectly.
Black men would screw you in the back of their car if you let them, if you won't they get mad and never call again.
Have black men gotten so bad that they just don't care about making a woman fell like the Nubian queens that we are?
Or have black women made such a bad reputation for themselves that black men feel like they can treat us any kind of way? What do you think?
DarkNLovely
Read my reply here: http://euftis.com/advice/who_took_the...
December 6, 2017
Wanna be a Daddy
If you have a question for me send me an email with "Daddy" or sum derivation to euftis_emery@yahoo.com
My wife and I separated and will be filing for divorce. In hindsight we were both unhappy and did not care enough about each other to communicate our feelings.
At the end of our relationship we barely spoke to each other let alone had sex. We were like roommates.
Euftis, you have offered me advice before and once again I am in need of some strong words of wisdom.
In the relationship we barely spoke to each other let alone had sex. We were like roommates.
She recognized the end but I being competitive by nature wanted to fix this dysfunctional relationship because I didn’t want to be 0 for 2 ( 2 marriages,2 divorces ). During this period of possible restoration I feel like I came off as a SIMP.
In reviewing text messages she one worded all my paragraph long statements.
I also tried to be the good guy and tried to convince her to go to counseling. I was getting advice from a counselor at my church but much of the advice had me coming off as soft. I need to know how to navigate myself during this time of transition.
Read the rest here:
http://euftis.com/advice/wanna_be_a_d...
My wife and I separated and will be filing for divorce. In hindsight we were both unhappy and did not care enough about each other to communicate our feelings.
At the end of our relationship we barely spoke to each other let alone had sex. We were like roommates.
Euftis, you have offered me advice before and once again I am in need of some strong words of wisdom.
In the relationship we barely spoke to each other let alone had sex. We were like roommates.
She recognized the end but I being competitive by nature wanted to fix this dysfunctional relationship because I didn’t want to be 0 for 2 ( 2 marriages,2 divorces ). During this period of possible restoration I feel like I came off as a SIMP.
In reviewing text messages she one worded all my paragraph long statements.
I also tried to be the good guy and tried to convince her to go to counseling. I was getting advice from a counselor at my church but much of the advice had me coming off as soft. I need to know how to navigate myself during this time of transition.
Read the rest here:
http://euftis.com/advice/wanna_be_a_d...
November 7, 2016
The science behind Coogi
"Livin' better now... Coogi sweater now...," is one of my favorite rap riffs of all time and a reflection of where I now see myself in life.
In the past, I would visit the Coogi website weekly and salivate over the line of limited edition clothing that changed every quarter.
I would mentally file away all the items that I wanted but couldn't afford. That is until now.
Currently, I have over two hundred Coogi items that I floss year round.
"Liven' better now... Coogi sweater now..."
Although, I collect Coogi dress shirts, jeans and jackets, the sweaters are what I covet most.
When fashion-challanged individuals gawk at a Coogi sweater they are over-whelmed with the swirling colors and wonder why someone would wear on.
However, when I look at a Coogi sweater I see a work of art.
I've always been fascinated with art in its various forms and feel that clothing that mixes art with wearability is the ultimate expression of artistic expression.
This article expands on hazem the architect behind the science of the complex patterns that make the brand of Coogi recognizable on sight.
Read more here:
http://euftis.com/pfl_style/the_scien...
In the past, I would visit the Coogi website weekly and salivate over the line of limited edition clothing that changed every quarter.
I would mentally file away all the items that I wanted but couldn't afford. That is until now.
Currently, I have over two hundred Coogi items that I floss year round.
"Liven' better now... Coogi sweater now..."
Although, I collect Coogi dress shirts, jeans and jackets, the sweaters are what I covet most.
When fashion-challanged individuals gawk at a Coogi sweater they are over-whelmed with the swirling colors and wonder why someone would wear on.
However, when I look at a Coogi sweater I see a work of art.
I've always been fascinated with art in its various forms and feel that clothing that mixes art with wearability is the ultimate expression of artistic expression.
This article expands on hazem the architect behind the science of the complex patterns that make the brand of Coogi recognizable on sight.
Read more here:
http://euftis.com/pfl_style/the_scien...
October 24, 2016
July 9, 2016
June 5, 2016
Knockin' Boots
(four out of five stars)
Use this link to watch my video review of this book...
Everyone should have at least one addiction....
In many of the interviews that I have read by Tracy Price-Thompson in regards to her book Knockin' Boots, she describes the book as her personal indictment against the evils of sexual addiction. Although I don't think she made her point in that respect, I do believe she showcased her skill as an exceptional writer.
I was amused and captivated as the story unfolded fleshing out the personalities of the main characters. Although, a few of them were written over the top, I could identify with her characters and relate them with people that I know.
- Readmore at: http://euftis.com/reviews/knockin_boo...
Use this link to watch my video review of this book...
Everyone should have at least one addiction....
In many of the interviews that I have read by Tracy Price-Thompson in regards to her book Knockin' Boots, she describes the book as her personal indictment against the evils of sexual addiction. Although I don't think she made her point in that respect, I do believe she showcased her skill as an exceptional writer.
I was amused and captivated as the story unfolded fleshing out the personalities of the main characters. Although, a few of them were written over the top, I could identify with her characters and relate them with people that I know.
- Readmore at: http://euftis.com/reviews/knockin_boo...
May 30, 2016
Stress Relief
Toni sat with her girlfriends at their table during Happy Hour. They were all toasty and feeling very unnecessary. They were celebrating. Toni had just received word that she was being promoted. She was a prosecutor in the district attorney's office and she would be the second chair when the DA tried a case or she'd be the lead on super important cases. She worked very hard to get where she was and she was proud of her accomplishments.
Perhaps she worked too hard. She tried the marriage thing but she failed miserably at being a wife. As fine as she was, her husband grew frustrated at her unavailability. He left her after only a couple of years of marriage. Nowadays the 33 year old, newly single lawyer rarely dated and was very sexually repressed. The long hours at work kept her mind off of her libido.
With all the hard work and successes, Toni's star was rising in the office. But who would she share her success with? That was her dilemma. Her girlfriends had other ideas. Toni needed some dick, plain and simple. Call it stress relief but it was what it was. They didn't think it was good for her to work so hard on stressful cases then go home alone to an empty bed. Toni needed to get off they thought and they tried hooking her up with any potentially capable suitor they could find. No one tickled her fancy though.
When her promotion was announced, they took her out to celebrate. Hence their Happy Hour visit. It took a bit of convincing but they got Toni to take a couple of shots. Toni loved her co-workers, especially her legal assistant slash investigator, Mimi. Mimi was a 40 year old, hard-drinking divorcee who was just as devoted to her job as Toni was.
"Here's to my girl's success. May you have many more triumphs in your life and hopefully soon, some good dick!!!" she exclaimed, raising her drink. Toni put her face in her hands in feigned embarrassment. But she loved her girl.
"Thank you Mimi." she said appreciatively. She didn't know about the dick thing but she looked forward to many more successes in her office. Everyone raised their glasses and tossed down their drinks. Toni was feeling really good. The alcohol was doing its job as it coursed through her bloodstream and went straight to her brain. All of her stresses melted away and feel good endorphins spread throughout her body.
- Read more at: http://euftis.com/stories/stress_reli...
Perhaps she worked too hard. She tried the marriage thing but she failed miserably at being a wife. As fine as she was, her husband grew frustrated at her unavailability. He left her after only a couple of years of marriage. Nowadays the 33 year old, newly single lawyer rarely dated and was very sexually repressed. The long hours at work kept her mind off of her libido.
With all the hard work and successes, Toni's star was rising in the office. But who would she share her success with? That was her dilemma. Her girlfriends had other ideas. Toni needed some dick, plain and simple. Call it stress relief but it was what it was. They didn't think it was good for her to work so hard on stressful cases then go home alone to an empty bed. Toni needed to get off they thought and they tried hooking her up with any potentially capable suitor they could find. No one tickled her fancy though.
When her promotion was announced, they took her out to celebrate. Hence their Happy Hour visit. It took a bit of convincing but they got Toni to take a couple of shots. Toni loved her co-workers, especially her legal assistant slash investigator, Mimi. Mimi was a 40 year old, hard-drinking divorcee who was just as devoted to her job as Toni was.
"Here's to my girl's success. May you have many more triumphs in your life and hopefully soon, some good dick!!!" she exclaimed, raising her drink. Toni put her face in her hands in feigned embarrassment. But she loved her girl.
"Thank you Mimi." she said appreciatively. She didn't know about the dick thing but she looked forward to many more successes in her office. Everyone raised their glasses and tossed down their drinks. Toni was feeling really good. The alcohol was doing its job as it coursed through her bloodstream and went straight to her brain. All of her stresses melted away and feel good endorphins spread throughout her body.
- Read more at: http://euftis.com/stories/stress_reli...
May 2, 2016
Deja Vu
I was on holiday in Detroit and one of the things that I wanted to do while I was there was check out Déjà Vu in Highland Park.
Out of all the clubs in Detroit I picked that spot because Highland Park was not considered part of Detroit so it was not subject to the Holy Rollers decimation of fun times by forcing City Council to impose stupid rules on the strip clubs.
Rules like:
Topless dancers would remain six feet from the patrons and on a stage at all times.
No lap dancing and no mingling VIP rooms.
All alcohol will be banned.
Are you friggin’ serious!
So since city hall was diligently working to thoroughly fuck up the strip club scene in Detroit, I decided to roll to Highland Park, which was outside of Detroit’s jurisdiction.
So I got to the spot around 7pm, which are a combination strip club, adult book and video store. The facility was shaped like a U with the entrances and parking lot inside of the U.
The strip club has two stories with the main stage on the first floor and private rooms and stage on the second floor.
There is no cover and you can't bring your own shit so if you want a drink you need to holla at one of the strippa's and get your sip on from their private stash.
I took a seat by the stage and watched the attractive sista on the stage and took the spot in. She danced for three songs and then I tripped when they called the next dancer to the stage.
The next dancer didn't walk to the stage... She dropped down from the floor above butt ass naked. Like I said.. I tripped when I saw that shit.
The first dancer stepped down from the stage and asked me if I wanted a dance. I waved her away. She was sexy but she had a uni-bush from her pussy to her asshole.
I wanted to lick some ass and didn't want to lick a hairy one. The second dancer finished and the hot, tall, butt naked, chocolate freak dropped down from the floor above.
- See more at: http://euftis.com/stories/deja_vu/#st...
Out of all the clubs in Detroit I picked that spot because Highland Park was not considered part of Detroit so it was not subject to the Holy Rollers decimation of fun times by forcing City Council to impose stupid rules on the strip clubs.
Rules like:
Topless dancers would remain six feet from the patrons and on a stage at all times.
No lap dancing and no mingling VIP rooms.
All alcohol will be banned.
Are you friggin’ serious!
So since city hall was diligently working to thoroughly fuck up the strip club scene in Detroit, I decided to roll to Highland Park, which was outside of Detroit’s jurisdiction.
So I got to the spot around 7pm, which are a combination strip club, adult book and video store. The facility was shaped like a U with the entrances and parking lot inside of the U.
The strip club has two stories with the main stage on the first floor and private rooms and stage on the second floor.
There is no cover and you can't bring your own shit so if you want a drink you need to holla at one of the strippa's and get your sip on from their private stash.
I took a seat by the stage and watched the attractive sista on the stage and took the spot in. She danced for three songs and then I tripped when they called the next dancer to the stage.
The next dancer didn't walk to the stage... She dropped down from the floor above butt ass naked. Like I said.. I tripped when I saw that shit.
The first dancer stepped down from the stage and asked me if I wanted a dance. I waved her away. She was sexy but she had a uni-bush from her pussy to her asshole.
I wanted to lick some ass and didn't want to lick a hairy one. The second dancer finished and the hot, tall, butt naked, chocolate freak dropped down from the floor above.
- See more at: http://euftis.com/stories/deja_vu/#st...
April 30, 2016
Who's your Daddy? - Very Serious
If you have a question for me send an email with Daddy or some derivation in the subject line.
Daddy,
I had a dream that I don’t understand. I hope that you can help me.
I was wearing a red nightie, no panties and I was in a room, with two couches, facing each other.
Each couch had three to four guys sitting on it.
I didn’t know any of them and they were all well hung, dressed in shirts, ties and dress slacks.
Their pants were all unzipped, with their "man parts" hanging out. I straddled one guy, facing him, and his dick got hard and I rode him for a while and at some point I put a blanket over his lap.
I also remember driving around a parking lot, having a hard time finding a space. When I did find a space, I parked and went into an auditorium, which was only about half full.
I remember freight train cars on tracks outside the auditorium door, and seeing the numbers 4 and 5.
You know... I wonder why I am always dreaming weird shit like this. You think I need professional help? And I’m very serious.
http://euftis.com/advice/whos_your_da...
Daddy,
I had a dream that I don’t understand. I hope that you can help me.
I was wearing a red nightie, no panties and I was in a room, with two couches, facing each other.
Each couch had three to four guys sitting on it.
I didn’t know any of them and they were all well hung, dressed in shirts, ties and dress slacks.
Their pants were all unzipped, with their "man parts" hanging out. I straddled one guy, facing him, and his dick got hard and I rode him for a while and at some point I put a blanket over his lap.
I also remember driving around a parking lot, having a hard time finding a space. When I did find a space, I parked and went into an auditorium, which was only about half full.
I remember freight train cars on tracks outside the auditorium door, and seeing the numbers 4 and 5.
You know... I wonder why I am always dreaming weird shit like this. You think I need professional help? And I’m very serious.
http://euftis.com/advice/whos_your_da...
