What it do folks?! Happy Thirsty Thursday!
Long time no speak I know. I apologize for keeping you waiting, but I had to deal with some personal things. No need to go into it - you know I don't share what goes on outside of MySpace. What I will say is that we all have to face some sort of obstacle in this thing called life. Just know that I'm finally standing up again and ready to go into 2009 with renewed faith that ain't nothing stopping the Mo Show (c) 2008 Ryan.
With that being said let me get it started with the first of a series of blogs I've been holding out on. Of course, it's long but trust that it's going to be for your enjoyment and entertainment...
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We all know when it comes to men and women having a strong attraction between one another, out of the two, women pretty much know if they're going to give the guy some. The only question is when and where.
For Ursula and James, their paths crossed at a mutual friend's sports party. From the moment they met both knew it was gonna go down. James couldn't deny the strong sexual vibes that Ursula clearly sent him throughout the night, but unfortunately for him she wasn't about to give it up on the first night.
Sure they're adults and Ursula should've been able to share her cookies without worrying about James thinking she was some kind of whore, right? Well she still wasn't going to go there. In her mind she was making him want it more by waiting. The night finally came to an end and they parted ways with some saliva swapping that made Ursula second guess that decision to hold out. It wasn't until she had to curl up with her vibrator (Seventh Heaven) that Ursula cussed herself, "Damn if only I let him hit it."
Her chance came a week later…
They reunited at another sports party but this time at a local bar. The same chemistry they had from the week before was there but neither could deny that it was more intense this night. They could barely keep their hands to themselves.
By half-time Ursula found herself in the back seat of his truck engaging in the best oral sex she'd had in a long time. Somehow they were able to maneuver into a good position. Moments later James pushed her to an orgasm that left her body in convulsions. They returned to the bar to finish watching the game each with smiles on their face that would make a photographer proud.

When they parted ways this night he chatted with her until she reached her front door. They said their good-byes and promised to get at one another the next day. (Oh let me throw this in…that was on a Tuesday night.)
Ursula didn't hear from James until Friday afternoon. He texted the following: "What's good for tonight? Wanna meet up at the spot?"
She replied: "Sure, what time?"
They met at the sports bar and enjoyed one another's company over wings and drinks. Of course that burning desire between them couldn't be ignored. An hour later they found themselves in a nearby shopping center parking lot steaming up his windows. They parted ways again and agreed to keep in touch.
A week passes…
Saturday morning Ursula opened her eyes to a text message from James: "What's up sexy? Plans for tonight?"
She replied: "Nothing just yet. What do you have in mind?"
Saturday evening rolled around and Ursula stepped out with a cute halter top, shorts that stopped right at her thighs and the stilettos to accent her muscular legs. The moment James saw her they made a straight bee-line to his back seat. It wasn't until after their escapade they were able to grab something to eat. After dinner they parted ways and agreed to give one another a shout.
The week passes…
Saturday morning James sent a text: "What's up for tonight, sexy?"
She replied: "Nothing planned yet. What's up?"
James replied: "Party tonight. Would love if you could come through with your girls."
Ursula sent a few texts out to her girls and later that evening everyone met up with James and his boys. Just as it was the weeks prior their attraction was just as strong. Hell I knew they were going end up missing. Within an hour of arriving to the party the two dipped off to an inconspicuous location down the street.
The week passes…
Friday morning James sent a text: "Hey sexy, what's good for tonight?"
Ursula stared at her phone for a minute before responding: "Nothing planned, what's up?"
James' response: "You and me meeting up anytime, anyplace and anywhere."
At that very moment Ursula realized she had been engaging in a booty call relationship without it being established. She gave me a call and asked if she was really was a booty call. I laughed and started singing: "Never on Sunday, Monday's too soon. Tuesday and Wednesday just won't do. Thursday and Friday we can begin but our Saturday love will never end."
She didn't laugh and asked me why the hell I was singing. I told her everyone in our clique had named James, "The Weekend Warrior". Anyone could see that he only called, ahem excuse me, texted her on the weekends. She never told us once that his texts or calls came through during normal business hours during the work week. How about this…they never made it out of his car. She told me that he asked if they could park his car in her bedroom. WTF?

There were some other red flags that went up about James, but more importantly than anything was the behavior of only contacting her on the weekends. Obviously his weekdays were filled with some other things. When she tried to address this with him he didn't seem to have a justifiable reason as to why it was only on the weekends she heard from him. Needless to say their weekend love affair ended on a weekend.
Okay let's talk about it.
Can anyone tell me how Ursula missed the boat that she was a booty call?
Would you have engaged in this fiasco for this long (5 weeks) without setting up the rules of engagement?
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