Sometimes I feel like just giving up. I think if I drop something then maybe I could get that little bit of extra sleep I wish I had or that extra time to relax. I want the chance to spend time with friends and family on the weekends without worrying about missing work. Continue reading


A Woman’s Body Through the Eye’s of A Man


       One thing we as women have in common is that we have a sense of noticing things men usually don’t. We will notice an odd birthmark, stretch marks, one breast that is bigger than the other, hips too wide and many other things among millions. Some of us will actually sit in the mirror and find things that are wrong with us. Through research I have found that some(adult men) don’t look for the imperfections (as we would call them). They see what makes you the beautiful queen that you are. Continue reading


The way I look at life today was completely different ten years ago. It was even different three years ago. My perception changed with the changes in life. Some may say that’s a bad thing. Some may say it’s a good thing. But what other people say or think although it can be very relevant, it’s not important. What is important is for ME to decide what’s good, what’s bad, when I should get married, Or have children. It’s up to me to decide If I should be a writer, a dancer or both. If I want to cut my hair or if I should just let it grow. It’s my choice if I want to wear makeup. It’s my choice to fall in love or fall out of love. It’s up to me if I want to spend time with my friends or just stay home alone. Although it may not be pleasing to the eye, it’s still up to me if I want to wash my car, or just wait until it rains again. It’s also up to me to decide who I want to allow in my heart. I decide if I want to go to college, eat healthy, pig out, drink alcohol, or sing very loud in the shower or even in public. And because I make these decisions it helps me better appreciate the things I can’t decide, like death. If you live your life according to you, then you will have no regrets. The point of it all is to be HAPPY!! Live life according to you. If you like him tell him. If she makes you smile then call her. Don’t be unhappy for people who can care less if you even wake up the next day. They probably wouldn’t even come to your funeral. Stop asking Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram to decide your fate, next meal, hair style, nail polish, outfit, or even if they think you are cute.” Do you think I should…, What would you do if… or Like my status if…” Listen to me, if it makes you smile, if it makes you laugh, if when you go to bed, you are full of joy, then by all means, do it. We have to stop blaming our unhappiness on others and especially the devil, because he is not and will never be relevant in our lives (that’s how you think positive thoughts). It is up to us to choose our happiness. If you a searching for happiness, this is what you do; STOP and just be happy. Its just that easy. Stop searching through people, places, and things. Search within yourself. Do what’s important to you. Make your own rules and live by your own standards. Life is already hard, so try to make it as easy as possible while you are here because one day you will not be. Listen to these words again, one day you will not be here. Your existence will be gone forever. So while you are here, make it worthwhile. Make it legendary.

Valentine’s Day Disaster


  I know everyone has a horrible Valentine’s Day story but I am sure mine beat them all. My name is Calle Lucelle and I have been married to my husband for two years now. I am sort of the “in the box” type of girl. I don’t do nude pictures, sexting or any of that Kim K stuff. I am the old fashion type of wife that just keeps it nice and simple. I’m not going to lie I have thought about a few of those things from time to time but was NEVER okay with acting upon them. I didn’t want my husband thinking I was some kind of “freak”. Well a few weeks ago while on my husband computer I saw him looking at some very “detailed porn sites. I saw somethings I don’t think should ever be tried on a human being. Like there was a woman who had a whip, a red ball and she was……well just use your imagination.

              I was a little hurt that my husband had turned to porn. I thought that our life had always been satisfying. I started checking out these sites and the kind of videos my husband had saved on my computer. After the third or fourth, maybe even the fifth video I decided to talk to my friends about it. I am sure you can imagine how embarrassed I was when I told them and they laughed. They said I had to “let loose” and “be a freak in the sheets.” As hard as it was going to be I decided to try to make it all work. And since Valentine’s Day was right around the corner I decided to practice some new things and debut my new moves that day.

              Two weeks later, hours and hours of porn watching and one more day until Valentine’s Day, I conjured enough courage to be a “freak in the sheets.” I am not going to lie, a part of me was terrified but a part of me was super excited. I had even learned that I needed to create an alter ego. I named her Victoria and I was going to let him know all of my secrets. I know. I know I had to work on it but at the time I didn’t care. I just wanted to show him I could be out the box and he didn’t need any of those nasty porn sites.

              My husband had to work all morning so I used that opportunity to do a little adult shopping. When I first went into the store I was scared to touch anything. I couldn’t believe the things they had in that store. Who in the world uses a butt plug for pleasure?! Well after a while I think I was getting a little too comfortable. I got everything from body paint, wigs, stockings, handcuffs and pretty much anything else that would be out of the box. I DID NOT BUY ANYTHING INSIDE OF A BOX!

              I went home and hid everything under my bed. I could probably hide everything in plain sight and my husband would probably not even notice it. The rest of the day flew by as it would normally. We ate dinner and went to bed. Midnight came and I jumped out of the bed excited and scared all at the same time. It was officially Valentine’s Day and it was time to be “loose” and a “freak in the sheets.”

              I set everything up and I put my little nurse’s outfit on I had bought the day before and I attached my handcuffs to it. I even had a cute black lace mask over my face. I lit the candles around the room and played some soft music. I was finally ready to wake my sexy love bug up. I gently grabbed his arms and tied them to our bed post. He didn’t even budge……that is until I got to his other hand. He woke up yelling, “Who the hell are you and what do you want with me?” He wasn’t going to get me with that. I saw some of those videos he had on his computer and I see he wanted it rough so I played along. I jumped on top of him and used all of my force, I ripped his shirt off and kissed him. He still struggled and tried to get away but I knew from those videos the more they resisted the more they wanted it. Well things went for a wrong turn quickly. With all of the struggling he knocked over the red body paint I had bought to rub all over his body. Some of it splashed on us then fell all over the carpet. I then started to realize that maybe my husband wasn’t joking about being scared. What I failed to mention earlier was that my husband suffered from night terrors and I obviously just conjured one up. Everything suddenly took a quick wrong turn. I untied his hand as quickly as possible. My husband kept screaming and I had to find a way to wake him up so he would realize it was all just a horrible nightmare.

              As soon as his hand was free he flipped over knocking me to the ground and a lamp fell from our night stand. The noise must have been loud because my nosey neighbor was banging on our door yelling if we were okay and that she had called the police. I decided this rendezvous was over and it was time to change before anything had gotten any worse.

              Well as soon as that thought ran through my head I got to be the lucky candidate and have a police officer already in my neighborhood. While the police was banging on the door I quickly ran to my drawer and threw my clothes everywhere looking for my jogging pants and sweatshirt. I quickly threw them on. The police broke through my door and ran upstairs to our room where my husband was still screaming. I jumped back and held my hands in the air to show the good officer that I had no weapon and I tried to explain everything was a big mistake. Evidently me wearing a sweat suit with a mask and red body paint all over my floor and hands didn’t help.

              I am now spending my Valentine’s Day in a jail cell awaiting my husband to finish getting test done at the hospital. When I get out of here I will be buying my husband all the porn he can handle. I don’t think I will ever think “out of the box” again. Happy Valentine’s Day to me.