Thoughts of DeeDee Walker: 28th March – R.A.T.I.D

I was randomly scrolling through facebook the other day and began to wonder about the funny the names people give themselves. It’s not just on facebook, it’s on twitter, instagram, whatsapp and most of all BBM. I began to wonder on the way people like to describe themselves and how often that name, that description doesn’t match the reality of their being. I began to wonder if some of these women have what I call Reality Adjustment Thoughts of Image Disorder. (RATID). You know the names, you know the people – ‘Summer body Stacy’, ‘Dainty Davina’, ‘Barbie Doll Shanika’, ‘Bless pussy Pamela’.
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The Diary of DeeDee Walker vol 1-8

Diary of DeeDee Walker vol 1-8


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Diary of DeeDee Walker: 27 March – body party pt1

Body party pt1

I’m like most women; I like to be pampered, surprised and taken out. And if all three are combined then that’s extra brownie points as far as I’m concerned. Adrian, the guy I met at the wedding, called me out the blue and invited me out last week. We had seen each other a good few times … ok, we had fucked a good times but hadn’t spoken for about a month or so. So when he invited me out to a birthday dinner and to his boy’s club night I was surprised. One of the things that is cool about Adrian was that he was never overbearing or nukki hungry. Even though it was a straight sex flex between us we could still hang out and it was cool. It was kind of odd really; we weren’t friends, so can’t classify it as ‘friends with benefits’ and we weren’t straight ‘booty call’ i.e. we didn’t just call each other up say we wanted to fuck and have no dialogue. I’ve had couple of those bootycall flings and it’s good and intense but I like to know just a little about who I’m fucking. Plus it’s good to know them and where their head is at at all times. With all my partners I do my 50 questions, my 90 evaluation and trial period but still feel it’s good to talk (even if it’s a little). Adrian was on point and then some, in fact we actually would go out every once in a while on ‘dates’. I say it with inverted commas because as I said we were both clear it was just sex yet did things together – normally a big no-no for a fuck buddy.

So anyway, Adrian called me on the Wednesday asking me if I wanted to go to his friend’s birthday dinner and then on to his boy’s club night after. It was like he must have heard my bitching about how I need to reach a good rave real soon. It has been at least three months since I reached a club night let alone a good one. Adrian had manners (one of my top prerequisites for a fuck buddy) and even though I didn’t ask for it he apologised for not calling me in so long. Yes, I could have called him but he was old school like me and believed that a man should do the chasing – at least do more chasing than the woman. He told me that the dinner would be at The Ledbury in Nottinghill. Continue reading

Thoughts of DeeDee Walker: Heels

There are certain things which are vital to my health and well-being. Its said that in order for a person to be happy and comfortable they need certain things which fulfil my basic psychological needs : food, clothing, and shelter. However, I think heels should be in that list. I’m 5’6 (and a half) so I’m vertically challenged in that department. I’m not sure if I rock up on the 7th day after God created the earth and he wasn’t paying attention or what but I got, pardon the pun, short changed. So for me, heels are a must; a basic need to satisfy my psychological needs. When I was younger I use to cuss my mum for having shoes upon shoes but now I know why, now I know the significance … I now know there power. Continue reading

The chronicles of DeeDee Walker: 12 March – the multi-tasker

My job as a project manager requires that I manage several aspects of several projects at once. My days are filled with preparing top-down structured project plans, comprising product breakdown structures, Gantt charts and endless meetings. In short I multitask like a mo’fo! So, I need a man that can do the same in the bedroom; no one trick ponies up in my stable. He can have a forte but that cannot … I repeat cannot be his only trick. I need a man that is an all-rounder but a good all-rounder. Let me explain: Marcus thought he was the Mr Marcus of the porn world. He’d talk how he was going to beat up the pussy, make me cum and deal wid da case – I’d give him that he was long like a porn star and could fuck like one – but could not do foreplay if he’s life depended on it. He’s idea of foreplay was to whip out my titties, suck on my nipple, stick his hands in my knickers, finger me, try to get some head for 20 mins, spend 1 min giving my nukku attention and then fuck. After a while, and numerous encounters, Marcus became my DOB (Dick Only Buddy). I knew with Marcus I wasn’t going to get any foreplay, no seduction, no build up and certainly no nukku trembling oral – just straight dick. Now, I know for some sisters that’s a dream but I have sex with my whole body not just my nukku. A man needs to fuck my mind, body and soul; move me and please me from head to toe and back again. Continue reading

Thoughts of DeeDee Walker – who’s is it?!

I know sex and the thought of it can turn the male gender foolish but why is it that men seem to suffer from amnesia during sex? I mean why oh why do guys feel they have to be asking a woman what their name is? Seriously? Worse are those that repeatedly be asking you what’s their name in the 60 seconds they last. If you’ve forgotten your name within 60 seconds I hope you forget my name and number and never call me again. Continue reading

The chronicles of DeeDee Walker: 1st March – tongueologist

The chronicles & thoughts of DeeDee Walker pt2: 1st March – tongueologist

TGIF … for some it means it means ‘thank God it’s Friday’ for others who are freakier it means ‘Tongue goes in first’. Me, I say yes to both … my phrase is: ‘TGIFTGIF’ (copyrights apply – so remember where you saw this first).

I do love a man that likes to use his tongue. I’m not talking bout the basic skills – you know, just stick his tongue and wiggle it. Nah, I’m talking that good tongue that makes you wet in the middle of the day. The kind that makes you watch his mouth when he’s talking bout not hear a word he’s saying – you just watching his mouth and imagining his tongue on your clit. I believe every woman should have a tongueologist on speed dial. One that would come at the drop of a hat (or your knickers) and service the clit with A+ rated skills. Continue reading