Queen's Korner

Rasta Experience As I walked down the trail to the waters, I could see the bright blue stream. The trees were like none I had ever encountered, so green and filled with fruit. There's nothing like entering a state of euphoria and realizing you're there. These Rastas have a way of welcoming you in spirit and the natural. I found myself utterly flabbergasted as I sat before a free spirit named Issachar. He explained to me that he was a non-traditional Rasta who believed in the foundation and premises of the culture and faith but was not bound by it. Since he and his tribe practice a lifestyle that embraces poly living many frowns are upon them. So, they live high up in the mountains away from the city in the countryside. They allow Haile Selassie to lead them, and the ancestors guide them daily. Their principles of life are One Love, non-attachments to material items, having the knowledge and knowing that eating meat is eating flesh, and believing babies and children are d...

Connections I was sitting in my room, thinking about all that transpired as I began to write in my journal. The past week has been a gift from the universe. I've gotten to know Kwesi, Layla, and Claude as much as I could within seven days. There were instant connections and an expression of gratitude for them gracing me with the gift of their presence. I was ecstatic to find out that Layla and Kwesi live in my city, Fort Lauderdale. We'll see much more of each other. Layla has a real, quiet spirit, and she's bold. She carries herself with such confidence and wears a crown that no one can remove. As I've gotten to know her, that's what I appreciate the most. She's so free, intelligent, and sexy. I adore the way she and Kwesi allow themselves to be total without restraints. They've been in their polyamorous relationship for five years. They are seeking a woman to add to their foundation. I told them as much as I am into both of them I don't know if I ...

The Morning After I could not believe the night I had. As I sat on my suite balcony and watched the sunrise, Kwesi and Claude laid in my bed still knocked out sleep. When I tell you that was a night to remember, believe me, it was. There was a repetitive soft knock at the door. I gathered myself as I dragged my body to the door.  I spoke reluctantly, "Who is it?" A strong sensual feminine voice responded. "Hi, my name is Layla. I'm your suite neighbor. I was wondering if your hot water is working?" Before I answered, I opened the door a little to get a peek at my neighbor. It was the same thick woman from the bar last night; dressed in a beautiful two-toned bathing suit and slides. I greeted her with a smile. "Hi, hun! I'm Miko, pleasure to meet you. I don't know if the water is hot or not. I haven't had a chance to check, but you can come in, and I'll see if it will get hot now." I opened the door to let her in. She made her way...

Island Fiyah        Jamaica has been nothin but greatness since I got here. I'm finally getting to happy hour today. I've just been lounging in my room and on the beach the last two days keeping to myself before I go out on the prowl. As I sat at the bar, all I could do was think about Horus, and then this fine female approached the bar for a drink. She was thick in all the right places... I couldn't help but notice her. "Excuse me, Bartender can I get an apple martini please?" Her voice was raspy and sexy. I was anxious to speak to her, but instead, I let the moment pass. All I could do was fantasize. There are times when I want to go after what I want constantly, and then there are moments when I want her or him to come after me. Today was one of those moments. Let's see who is interested in Miko today. "Bob Marley with a twist, Irie?" I heard a robust masculine voice from behind me project to the bartender. The closer he got. I could feel h...

Hello Jamaica I still can't believe Horus and me. Well, we didn't have sex but came close to it. Oh, how I longed to lay my yoni at his altar and be subdued by the mandingo slayer. Horus is a procrastinating charmer, not me. It's crazy because the way he touches me makes me melt. There's so much warmth behind his touch and the energy that goes with it.  I reflected as I sat on the plane, preparing for my exit — another safe landing. Jamaica, here I am. There's no telling what's in store for me here but, I'm determined to make a greater connection than in Aruba. "Welcome to Jamaica, Wah Gwaan?"  The greetings of my driver wooed me into an irie state. I began to feel at home instantly. The scenery was more than I imagined even the ride to my resort estate in Montego Bay was nostalgic. Have you ever experienced a moment where everything is familiar and strange all in the same? All I could do was embrace the eery. When I got to my villa, I was over...