Soaking Wet

At the tender age of four she was molested, raped and held captive for four days. During that time her stepfather taught her how to ride the pony and showed her rodeo tricks while balancing her on his third leg. He taught her how to hold her breath and how to breathe through her nose. He even showed her how to not use her hands but to only use her tongue, mouth and lips while bobbing for his apples. She was given candy for her silence and in the later years he gave her money and brought her expensive gifts to keep himself from going to prison. Her mother looked the other way because he had a City job and blamed her child for wearing clothes that were too tight. Little one didn’t have a father to protect her and never received a hug from her daddy.  Baby found herself constantly searching for a man’s love and approval but on this particular night she snapped.

She danced til her pink satin designer thong were soaking wet and off they came. She whore Pussycat Pink lipstick, which looked like it was painted on. As the dollars fly in the air Honey twerked her gift and oh how baby sure nuff could work dem hips. Balla’s change the weather by making it rain and watch it all fall out. Throwing hundreds in da air they ball-out as her ass-quake shake stuns the crowd. Her fans sit in their seats like children waiting on Santa Clause bearing gifts. With a raven in her eyes, Louie performs high up on the stage and looks down upon her subjects. The men look up, holding their magic poles, staring with excitement and in amazement, clutching their dollars in fist, praisin and wavin with the expression as if they’re praying to God herself, hoping she will fulfill their wish by making their dreams and desires come true.

“I sure nuff don’t have all that at home.” Said Carlito. Who mumbles and states “Yeah she can work dat pole but can she do her dance on me?”  The sweat pours then drips off from Louie’s body as she puts in work. Her sweat-drenched legs are thrown in the air high in the sky exposing her beautiful lotus flower. Her butterfly dances across the stage as filthy alcohol filled patrons rush the stage to tip and to get a whiff of her sweet smelling Gucci perfume. The pole become her balance beam and dance partner as she lifts her entire body parallel, as if an invisible table is holding her up in mid-air. It almost seems that she’s walking on air in slow motion.

Men wearing wife beaters showcasing jailhouse tattoo’s located in the VIP section throw up hundred dollar bills, while burnin up that stanky, blow clouds in the air, textin and placing 9 piece orders on their IPhones, straight violating their parole. Southern country shot callers named her Big Booty Louie cause she rock Louie Vuitton all seasons long. This gold teeth grill wearin, all up in her mouth grinning shorty, performs the pole death stroke by using her huge backside to engulf her victim which merely make a portion of the pole disappear by movin her bottom up and down on it, allowing your imagination to take flight of her magic ride offering. Her uptown swag is sway-z and her southern twang is cut throat dangerous. For her booty clap is equipped with a Kung Fu like grip that will turn the best of men into premature babies.  Louie works out on the regular but gets the rest of her fine from her momma. Sportin pink toe nails with white French tips. Her manicure and pedicure game is flawless. Honey’s all about that cash, you see. Women and men can get it if the price is right.

Dollars fly everywhere as ballers change the season to fall making it look like leafs is falling from the ceiling. On lookers watch them throw it up and then watch it come down.  Chickens move and cluck in a frenzy lookin fo work as they gather up Louie’s winnings for the night. Their heads feverishly whirl and are agitated because none of the dollars thrown are meant for them. Big Booty Louie’s a born stunna and she’s killing them tonight. It’s all about her red bottom heel money. All she wants is her bill money. Louie doesn’t have time to study men. She doesn’t care about the next bitch either leaving them both running to the cash machine when their pockets come up lookin like rabbit ears. “I hate working with her.” One chicken clucks with her wings folded. “Tell me about it!” another chicken states as she adjusts her wig and pulls on the strap of her tiny A cup bra strap.

Carlito notices that Louie has no war wounds, no cottage cheese on her hind legs either only a gap between her legs that presents sunshine in the daytime and the crescent moonlight in the evening. Only tight firm skin he witnessed. “She’s serious” Carlito said. Louie’s remains focused but notices Carlito’s drool. “Pay Day” Louie thinks to herself.  Carlito’s a regular who’s salivating dribble disgusted Louie because he reminded her of her stepfather’s slobbering stare, groping hands and ridiculous grin. Nonetheless, her car note was due and he was an easy mark.

“This woman will eat you up and spit you out in a few strokes and her backside will inhale you for breakfast.” said Sammy. Sam, Carlito’s homie promised Lito’s wife that he would bring him home straight after they had a couple of drinks. “I know that look Carlito, don’t even think about it.” says Sam. Carlito’s takes another hit of Patron, turns to Sam and says, “I got this.” Sam shakes his head and warns Carlito “That girl looks like she has some serious daddy issues. You may wanta phuck with this $5 hoe ova here” and points to a midget wearing only a bra, laced panties and heels.  Carlito says, “Phuck dat!” gets up and pulls out $300 dollars; all C notes and gently places each bill in the crack of Louie’s ass. The bills almost disappeared as her cheeks chewed then swallowed each C note whole. Carlito says to her “Come see me, I have more of that for you.” Meanwhile, Sam signals for the midget to come over for a lap dance. The midget hustles over towards Sam. At $5 per song he gives the midget $50 and she begin to rock his world. The smidget leans back and whispers into Sam’s ear saying for a $100 more she will suck him off just right. He smiles and says, “Jackpot.”

Louie jumps on the pole and twirls round and round then stops in mid air, wraps her legs around the pole and slides down slowly until her precious gift hits the bottom of the stage floor and gestures for Lito to go to the velvet room in the back. Louie then pops up, showcasing her famous ass-quake shake, lifts up her cheeks, spreads them and watch the bills from her ass fall out. Louie smiles and says “Thank You.” Lito walks backwards bumbling, stumbling and mumbling to his chair, staring as Sam shakes his head. “I’m gonna get me some of that right der” Lito says. He turns to Sam and says, “Do you see this bitch?” The midget jumps onto Sam’s lap. “Yo, is that a midget on your shyt? You wildin son.  Shyt, Mz. Louie’s a sexy thing making a brother want to do some crazy thangs. Do you know her juice box rolls up to the club in a G 37S Infiniti coupe, interior gutted out with Prada seats? Dem shyts sittin on 22’s and da rims be spinin nicca.”

Sam struggles to concentrate and says “I just look I never touch. When she puts it on you-you wonder what she has done to ya. Some dudes be all racked up other’s racked out then there’s those in the corner they be drunk all passed out mang. Brutha’s run home to their wives with a python in der pants thinking bout her butt after sittin in the cut jerkin off in the memory of her juicy big ole bubble. Knowing damn well when they get home it’s Mz. Louie they truly desire.” Carlito says “That just might be but it’s my night and I got rent money for an hour.” Lito gets up and walks to the back room and waits for his prayers to be answered. He smoothly hands a $20 bill to security at the door, has a seat in the cut and waits patiently. Sam asks the smidget to come with so they can finish up and follows Lito into the back room. Sam dapz the guard a $20 and takes a seat in a dark corner but in good view of Carlito. Lito sees the midget’s big water head giving Sam a Red Slurpee and hearing her slurp n burp sound effects along with her head bobbing up and down only excites him even more. He can hear the smidget gag and complain with tears in her eyes that her jaw is getting tired.

Louie gathers up her winnings leaves the dance floor to change into her next outfit. She’s committed to the hustle and after she towels off in the dressing room she returns 10 minutes later to work the floor and walks around the club with five hundred dollar bills in the crack of her ass and perfectly balances two Patron shots glasses on top of the arch part of her backside. Louie is crazy sexy with it. It cost $20 per shot to drink from her glass. Once poured a customer would have to lean forward and drink it by catching it as it drips down the crack of the ass. Gucci perfume smellin and wearin her ass claps it gets applauses as it beautifully floats across the room with style and grace in time with the music.

A line is formed all to get her attention for a private dance. Louie walks pass the line and heads straight for the velvet room. Lito smiles as Louie approaches. As Louie enters the room she notice Shoshawnda the midget giving Slurpee drinks to a customer. The visual reminds her of her childhood when her stepfather would make her play the game “Apples” with him. He’d make her choke until she passed out and then wakeup finding herself violated with her panties down to her ankles and a pain between her legs, which burned for dayz.

As Louie approaches Carlito he pulls out $250 and asks her what can he get? Louie replies not much but we can work out something along the way. Louie removes the shot glasses and places them on the table turns around and allows Lito to place the money in the crease of her butt. She moves the razor blade located in her mouth to the other side of her cheek and places an unwrapped condom into her mouth. Louie turns around and grabs a pillow and places it on the floor between Lito’s legs and kneels down on it, unzips Lito’s pants all in one motion. With one attempt Louie places the condom on Lito’s 4-inch instrument. The size tickles her silly as she swallows him whole like a drumstick. She knows this will be quick but Lito who’s caught up in the moment grabs a fist full of Louie’s hair and says “Let’s play a game I call, Apples” and forces her head to go deeper. Carlito’s persistence reminded Louie of her stepfather. Drunk off of Patron Lito was going to get his money’s worth and yelled out “Get dem apples girl”

A switch turned on and light bulb went off inside Louie’s head and she bit down as hard as she could ripping a piece off of Carlito’s penis. Louie then pulled out the razor blade from the inside of her mouth and cut the remainder of Lito’s tool completely off from his body and threw it under a table with the condom still on it. “Pop goes the weasel nicca,” Louie said. “Nobody grabs my head like that Bitch are you crazy?” It must have taken 30 seconds before poor Carlito could let out a scream. As blood spray everywhere Louie stands up and wipes the side of her lips and face and calls for security. “You done phuck wit da wrong bitch”  “Get this simple ass, po excuse for a man, no dick havin motherphuck out my face. He just violated me, pushin and pulling on my head”. Lito finally lets out a screeching scream.

Sam hears Lito’s holla and knocks the midget onto the floor. Sam zips up his pants and staggers to Lito’s aid. The midget says, “Oh hell naw you gonna pay me” trips Sammy and jumps onto his back punching him in the neck and head repeatedly saying “Run me my money nicca, run it”. Security runs over and picks up Carlito by the collar. Stuffs his limp penis into Lito’s shirt pocket and proceeds to carry him out of the club. Sam shakes off the midget and throws her a $100 dollar bill to shut her holla and runs out the door behind security and Carlito asking security what did Carlito do? Security opens the door and throws Lito onto the pavement and warns him not to come back. In agony Carlito gasp for breath but cannot speak any words. Sam sees blood everywhere and helps Lito into the car, who’s now passed out from the shock and covered in blood. Sam  rushes him to the hospital thinking of a story he must come up with to explain to Lito’s wife.

Louie counts her money and the extra she lifted from Carlito’s wallet, snatching up the two Parton shot glasses and walk to the front counter to cash out for the night. The night manager comes out and tell Louie to go home and for the record she didn’t work that night. Shoshawnda picks herself up from off the floor, fixes her wig and stuffs the $100 bill into her bra. The midget passes Louie and says, “ Nicca’s don’t know how to act, this type of shyt neva happens with female tricks.”

Heaven is at the foot of Mother…

Driving Mz Hazel

After Mz. Hazel left Brutha couldn’t get her out of his mind. He wanted to send for her return. I want to take off her clothes, place her on the bed and go low, lick her entire body real slow, and taste all of her sweetness.

When she met him she was upfront with Brutha and told him that she had a friend.  Brutha didn’t see a ring on her finger and he couldn’t penalize her for having a life before they had met.  All Brutha cared about was seeing Mz. Hazel and the time they could share together. He knew the odds of them were slim due to the fact that Lady lived in South Carolina and he in Atlanta but anything can be made possible.

If she comes he would truly make it worth her while. Traveling to see him would be a treat all by itself.  So he called her up and placed some traveling money into her account.  Once she arrived he greeted her at the door, took her bags, fed her some Crab Legs, Shrimp, Salmon and Tilapia, put some of that Skin So Soft by Avon into her bath water and, rubbed her feet where she had said it was sore and relaxed her with a massage.

Mz. Hazel’s skin was so soft. Excited that she had came Brutha took his time and kissed and rubbed her entire body. He didn’t leave one spot on her body untouched.  He gently sucked on her neck, her ears and lips. He kissed her lovely face all over, while saying thank you for coming and making his way down to her chest where he licked and sucked each nipple until they were erect. He kissed her shoulders, arms and hands. He licked her fingertips. Brutha returned to her breast and placed a few raspberries on them and ate them off of her breast squirting a little juice on her nipples and lightly blowing on them before he’d devoir her precious melons.

He crushed strawberries and placed them down the center of her chest, which lead to her navel and placed four whole strawberries around heaven’s gates. Brutha then licked and ate his way to the prize and wasting no time to expose her motion magic pot. Sucking, licking back and forth. Up and down. Left, right and all around not stopping until she pulled him up to finally please her with his gift. His aim was to make sure she was satisfied.  Brutha turned her over and placing a banana on the base of her big juicy fruit booty. As the slow jams played in the background he used some strawberries he sliced up and placed them strategically up and down the crack of her ass and began to eat his way to her tightness.  Brutha stuck his tongue in and out of each of her holes, making her feel like she made the right choice by cuming for a visit.

Brutha started kissing her legs, down to her knees, ankles and toes. He made his way back up to heaven’s entrance only to kiss her and open her flooded gates. By this time he was rock hard stiff and ready to enter the Garden of Eden.  He took control of her legs by opening them wide and cuffed them under his arms. As he stepped into her garden she knew she would feel him for days to come and more.  He whispers softly into her ear “There’s so much shyt I want to do to you” Her nipples had gotten hard from anticipation. He plays her body like a rollercoaster, as she holds on tight onto his shoulders as he rocks her body into a slow grind.  Brutha lets her jump on it and balances her body like a seesaw. Mz. Hazel is getting hers and her body explodes like napalm.  Her flower bomb trembles and her wall collapse, as this shyt is about to go down.

He picks her up off the bed and walks her around to the opposite end of the bed, long stroking with her leg in the air all so she can feel all of him. Her nails dig deep into his shoulders and back from the pressure. Mz. Hazel bites her bottom lips. Brutha places her onto the bed and goes downtown to take more shots of her flavor only to get drunk from her punch.  Her juice box taste hella good, Brutha thought.  Mz Hazel by now is throwin yams everywhere as Brutha gets greedy fo her stuffin.

Ashley switches up and tells Bruth to phuck it right, which only get Brutha pipin hard and the drilling begins. Mz Hazel is workin all of her hip making it dip driving Brutha man crazy. He can feel a tingling sensation beginning to bubble. Brutha pulls out, flips baby over and begins to eat her again from behind while waiting for his fluid to return to base. Damn, this shyt taste like crinack. Brutha thought to himself.  Hazel lets out a scream, grips the sheets and trembles loves symbol. Brutha quickly re-enters and stuffs his head and staff inside hitting the bottom of her pot, scrapping the bottom and sides as no soldier’s life in his Trojan Army infantry are spared in his deployment.  Ashley and Brutha both climax and fall asleep in each other’s arms. This session went on two more times and as they laid in the bed listening to the music play. They laugh and planned for her return to Atlanta.

Heaven is at the foot of Mother….

Girlfriend Bro. Wame

When a man stops trying to give his woman the world and all that she deserves and he simply stops trying. It’s called loosing interest.  When a woman steps out on a man especially when he’s full of lies and deceit.  That’s not called cheating.  It’s called common sense as she moves forward with her life.

Trina said her husband doesn’t spend time with her anymore and she’s getting kinda lonely. She’d been thinking about window-shopping and said “There’s nothing wrong with looking in the window from time to time”. Her gay friend Wame turns and says to her “I feel some type of way about that. Just as long as you don’t buy anything, girl.” Wame added. “ It helps if you don’t have any money in your purse either honey and don’t try to put something on lay-away cause girl, okay?  I know how you do boo-boo? You hear me Trina?” He added. “Do I have to come with you lovey? Just please Trina, stay away from those young boys at the mall.” (Wame ponders to himself and bites his bottom lip. Cloud bubble to self… Young boyz? Hum, yummy) “On a second thought ladybug I’m coming with…. I do have to pickup some more eyeliner and gloss. Wait girl I’m coming. Slow down, now. Those boyz, I tell ya they be up to no good, child. Walkin around with their tight skinny jeans on. I’m just sayin.”

As Wame rushed behind Trina he stumbled dropping his bag and a box of tampons & pantie liners fell from his Louie bag. The tampons help manage the leaking. As he snatched up his belongings from off the floor, he thought to himself, why get married when you can have so much fun window-shopping menz at the mall? It seems like being the other man is so exciting and dangerous too? Oh lord, he thought. I’m getting a little moist. He gathered himself and yells out to Trina. “Hey girl what size are those shoes you have on? They are too cute.”

Trina’s husband Evan hates Wame like cancer and with a passion. He’d prayed Wame would get ripped a new hole by one of his rectum ranger buddies and get stitched up without any novocain. The thought of his wife having the best of both worlds, a girlfriend/boyfriend all wrapped into one was dangerous, disrespectful and despicable. “Never trust a man who says he’s not interested in the pum-pum.” Evan says. “Yeah, I’m homophobic what of it? They go shopping and out to eat together and I know he be filling her head up with all kinds of shyt. Talkin bout “I’m coming from a man’s point of view, girl. Don’t hate.” “ Well I can’t stand that home wrecker, lip stick wearin, always needing a ride somewhere, remote control holdin, can I borrow $30, no money havin son of a bioch. He be always medaling in my affairs, sharing his opinion like Wendy Williams.  If I eat another microwave TV dinner I’m gonna piss a fit. He stays up in my house even when I’m not home eating up all the Salmon cakes and drinking up my Patron. I like Salmon cakes. I drink Patron. What do I get? If he touch my Peach Moet it’s ova. I swear, and if they are phuckin I’m gonna catch a case. I’m not trying to be that dude who loses in the end? Not this time. I told Trina…”

I asked Evan why doesn’t he just confront Wame. Evan walked away towards the window turning his back mumbling about one Christmas party evening he had gotten drunk and woke up with Wame in the bed next to him, laid out naked. Evan stares out the window saying. “I thought it was my wife but I should have known when she arched up her butt so high. I should have opened my eyes and oh, the oral sex was so good. Trina neva performed like that before. “ That boy’s shyt was bigger than mine.” Evan quickly changed the subject and said that he didn’t want to talk about it and said something about his butt still hurts to this day. “Don’t judge me.” Evan muttered. (I’m thinking Wame must have something on him.)

Even Evan has to be truthful about their situation as of late he can’t even remember the last time he heard his wife laugh or seen her smile while she was with him.  Evan’s cell phone vibrates and he walks away changing the tone in his voice whispering sweet and soft as he enters another room.

As Trina and Wame walked to her car Trina dangles her car keys and ask Wame if he’d liked his new job. Wa almost didn’t know how to answer but quickly said, “ The pay is okay and I like that I have a job with this economy. You feel me boo?” Trina said “Amen Brother Wame, preach it”. Wa thought to himself who likes booty shakin, pole swingin and giving $5 per song lap dances dressed in drag for 13 ½ hours straight at a strip club? Lord knows I’ll never tell her what goes down in the velvet room, child. She still thinks I’m working at Macy’s. Haaated it!

Heaven is at the foot of Mother…

Peach Bunny Mama

I post blogs on this one website that will remain forever nameless. The site has a chat room for bloggers and I sometimes will enter the room, pull up a chair and watch the fireworks, while I’m in between writing. Why did this sistha try to put me on blast just because I didn’t notice her when I entered the room? Somebody in her family must have eaten the last piece of chicken and left a corner of Kool-Aid and decided to throw shade my way.

She was a cookies n cream eatin, hurricane hollerin hungry hippo looking, Mrs. Fields crumb dropping on the keyboard havin and always looking at someone else’s plate type of a woman.  Talkin about “You gonna eat dat?” Why do big people have to touch food? Like you gonna say “Yeah I’m gonna eat it even though you just stuck your finger all in my plate”.

This sista came at me hard last night and pissed me off.  I’m talkin Banana whole swallowing Magilla Gorilla type of sistha who swung out of a tree on my ass online style. I mean she came at me huffin and puffin hard fogging up my glasses through the computer. The screen name she went by was “PeachBunnyMama”.  PeachBunny! SMH. I’m tryin to tell you a hot mess is more like it.

Mama has to be about 5’- 4” with no neck. She’s all shoulders, with one arm shorter than the other arm. People in the room said that her arm was long because when she was a child she was always reaching for shyt.  Like, if she couldn’t reach the milk n cookies she would will that motherphucker down. You know pulling and shaking on the refrigerator door saying out loud “Will you get in my belly.” I’m just sayin. Only repeating what was told to me. She had the nerve to call herself “Peach” knowing she wasn’t from Georgia she was from Ohio.

First of all why your name must begin with food? I’m sorry but a Bunny not suppose to look like that either. Her stomach was up where her chest was supposed to be. I mean this girl had a picture on her page that would make you mad just because you clicked on her profile. Why did I click on her profile? Now she’ll be thinking I was trying to check her out.  Not! I wish there was a “forget about it” button or a “never mind” button. Even a button that says “Nah I’m Good” would be suffice.  So I picked up a banana and started eating it and I wear she must have smelt it across the web cause she came at me out of left field.

Saying “You can’t speak when you enter my room, Harlem? Harlem what you doing over there in the corner with that girl? She doesn’t want you. What you eating? Harlem you from Harlem cause my big sister lives there?” Then she came at me asking me do my balls have worms cause she heard that old men be getting worms cause their ball sack be hangin and that old men be sitting on them which causes worms to grow.  I was like now that a little bit too much information to be giving so early in the day. So I said “baby, slow down. I’m talking to my friend if you don’t mind and I don’t know anything about any worms but I would Google it for her. Now, I don’t want no problems cause girlfriend is huge. Then she asked me how many Viagra’s does it take to get me hard? Now I’m looking to see which chat room I’m in cause I know I did not click on the “No Panties” room. I was like “Wha” The entire room started laughing.

Now, I like everybody for the most part and I don’t have anything against big women, cause when I was younger I use to check for the big girls cause my boy Ernst told me that big girls would give you anything and everything. He didn’t tell me that there’s a price that come with dat shyt.  I’m mad to this day. You know if I ever see Ernst again I’m going to phuck his little crack head up. I should’ve known better not to listen to a crack head.  He should have told me that that shyt would leave a smell on a brutha for 2 weeks no matter what you wash with.  Damn, I still have nightmares sometimes. Waking up wondering what the hell is that smell and it would be me smelling like hot dog water.

You see I should have known from the first sign that she was going to be a problem when she entered the room typing “ Walks to the corner and plops on the couch”.  Normally a person would say something like “Pulls up a chair” and shyt. Then she types, “Cracks a 2 liter of Sprite, gulp”.  So I’m like “ew” what does this chick look like?  Only to find that she had visited my page and had sent me a friends invite. Now I’m feeling some type of way cause she just got through molesting a brutha online. Then is picture came to mind of her on top of me and I’m trying to get away yelling out “Help me, help me.”

I’m not trying to have a girl punk me, at least not online. Wait, holdup I think I hear her coming. Okay gotta go. I’ll finish this conversation later. Feet don’t fail me now, I’m out.

The Buckhead Suites

She complained about having neck and back pain.  As they walked to the room she was rubbing her neck showing him where it was tight. She opened the door and said come in and close the door behind you.  She walked directly to the bedroom and started to get undressed. He placed her bags on the table and followed behind her. She looked at him from the mirror and he started to rub her back where she said it was sore. She loved the way he made her feel. She said that she is in town to see family and to get away from her cheating and lying boyfriend.

He said “Sounds like you need a man oppose to having a boyfriend.”  She replied “Exactly”.  “A woman like you I’m surprised you are still with him.” He said. You can’t disguise what’s in your heart. I can tell by the look in your eyes you want it just as much as I do.

I just wanna give my love to you.  I don’t want no troubles baby.  Would you mind if I could give you any part of me? Shh, don’t say anything just think about it. I know you have someone back home and I’m not trying to cause any problems. Could you just hold me sweetie? She turns around and places her arms around him. Damn, the feeling is so right and she could not ignore the heat they shared on this night. She released any and all fears as a tear of joy rolled down the side of her face.  For some reason she felt like she was at home whenever she’s around this brutha.

To her it’s more than a dream and it was all worth it, traveling to see him. If any of her girlfriends tried to tell her anything different she wouldn’t be listening. Tonight is gonna be hers. She waited too long for this moment. Suddenly, it started to rain outside and as she listened to the raindrops they had a new meaning while resting in his arms.

She turns around and placed one knee on the edge of the bed.  As she spread her eagle presenting a royal flush he quickly dropped his pants and began to saddle up sliding inside her tightness. He placed his thumb inside her rectum feeling his own tool do it’s thing. Surprised and caught off guard she tried to reach around behind herself to remove his thumb. She thought to herself she never had both holes occupied at the same time and didn’t want him to think she was a freak even though it felt good to her.

He gently smacked her hand away and reached underneath her from the right side grasping her left hip lifting her up and dragging her to the center of the bed. He said, “Your ass is not getting away tonight baby. I’m gonna kill this shyt and give you something to hold for me; something to think about on your way back.” Intoxicated from is Chrome cologne fragrance she thought to herself she would just let him have it and do with her as he pleases. She could not believe how much she’s enjoying herself and the way he is putting it down and taking her precious goodies like a real man would. She just closed her eyes and let them roll to the back of her head thinking just an hour ago she was all up in his face contemplating on a taste. Now he’s living inside her ribs shifting and moving things her boyfriend back home never did.  She wanted to call out for help to her family but she’s a grown ass woman and help wasn’t going to come. Grasping on the bed sheets in search of a pillow to muffle her scream and trying to get a grip on the bed to balance herself from his gentle pounding he turned her over to lay deeper inside her and to look into her eyes.

Kissing and sucking on her butter soft thick lips he thought to himself, shorty likes it slow and he’s not going to finish until she finishes. He leaned forward and whispered into her ear saying.  “Honey don’t have no fear I can feel a climax near. Tonight I’m going to be your better half and you know it’s been over two years since I’ve been with anyone.” He added, “You know what I’ve been missing so please deliver your sweet love and make it sing for me.  She wrapped herself around his waist placed her arms around him and pulled him close and whispered into his ear. “This is yours. I’m not going anywhere”.  He said. “Thank you baby, after our session you will not see my face for the rest of the night cause I’m a little thirsty. I brought my asthma pump with me and I don’t plan to come up for air.” She replied “Oh My God!” Cloud bubble to herself…”I don’t want to go home.”

Heaven is at the foot of Mother….

Sweetie

Act 1

Her stallion stance was overwhelming he licked his lips and looked away trying to master his smooth. If he had hair on the back of his neck it would be standing on end.

Sweetie closed her eyes envisioning his full lips with great anticipation, holding and pushing his head down hoping he would give to her what she knew he was very capable of doing.  Sweetie had been thinking about this from the very first day she had met him but the reality of her dead weight at home kept it only a dream but tonight her dream would not be deferred.

Act 2

Her body had a sign on it sayin, come get me.  You best believe that Brutha buried himself as if she was his grave. Completely submerged at the bottom of her pot and like a neck bone in her sweet water it was finally on. Brutha refused to come up and take a break from her ice cream. Kissing it anywhere and everywhere she wanted it. He was waiting for this moment for years and his plan is to not let her down. The mission and goal is to make sure she comes back for more and if she returns he knows that he’s in the ballpark. Like a child in the candy shop, fully baptized and glistening Brutha was smiling from ear to ear. He was a “Witness” to her arrival.

Act 3

He reached down underneath her and turned her around with a wicked crossover and drove down her baseline only to post hard in the pant for two more scoops of that Brooklyn Zoo. He’s the fans favorite. On the next play he’d set up at the elbow, backing her down, calling out a play that even King James would be proud of. Pick n roll pick n pop everything dropped. Tonight, history will be engraved and Brutha will now be better known as “The Can Man”. MVP? Will he win a Chip? We will see… Playing on her home court he can do the impossible, the unthinkable. No turnovers, only assists, rebounds and points. Sweetie has half court seats. The Can Man is a triple treat, no doubt. Scores from the outside and bangin the rim from her dotted line and with her weak defense she is getting it.

Act 4

When he enters her garden he owns the arena and she is happy to wear his jersey. Her crowd screams for more as popcorn and pretzels fly everywhere. Sweetheart just may consider on relocating and become a transplant. As she return back to her cold city and to her home of silence the memory of Brutha aka The Can Man is deeply on her mind. Feeling where he scratched his name she crossed her legs trying to stop them from shaking. He will be forever kept in her personal and private mental history. She will hold on to that memory for a New York minute. Sweetie knows that The Can Man can have it anytime.

Final Act

Hey, starting over can be a wonderful thing because we get another chance to get it right. Starting over may actually be better because starting over gives us the opportunity to do it with the benefit of knowledge gained from our past mistakes. Never stay angry with yourself if you make a mistake. Just dust yourself off and try again.  Keep in mind that failure amounts to no longer trying. Sweetie is a go-getter not allowing anything to get her down or keep her down, for long.

Heaven is at the foot of Mother…

Gurl He’s Fine…

When The Line Is Long For His Love…

Yes I am trifling but it sure feels good lying up in your bed while you are at work, smokin a blunt. Lol, and who’s the fool? I am full of potential which only means; nothing is happening right now and I am trying to get with you cause you got it going on. That’s right you know me I’m that fine brutha and I live at home with my mother. I have my own ride but she pays for the insurance. I drive mom-dukes car when mine is out of gas or in the shop. I eat her food and I run up her cable bill, electric, gas and phone bill but you know how I do.  I got dat prepaid though. Call me after 9pm you heard?  I’ll pay her back as soon as I can scrape up the money, maybe. No worries babe.

But I’m sayin though so what if I like to play video games I work hard all day chatting online and watchin booty twerks gone wild on worldstarhiphop.com. I’m on your buddy list. I.M. me. I’m that guy you can’t wait to show me off to your friends. Little that you know I will sleep with them as soon as you turn your back or start acting funny. Trust me that’s my word. Holla at your boy, Ma! I am the catch of the day and you would be a fool to throw me away. Muah! I love you boo. Listen, I don’t know nothing about any lip-gloss and I don’t be drivin no other girl in your ride. You need to stop hangin out with your no man having, hot dog water smelling friend, Keisha. Can I get the keys real quick?

Did I mention that I don’t pay rent cause I am saving up for some rims and some brand new pair of tims. I did mention my kids? Yeah baby I got those but don’t worry cause you’ll never see them. You know me and I will be staying forever with the baby momma drama, so you will understand why I don’t have any money to take you out. You know,  child support babes. Lol, I would if I could. I can’t believe they even take out money when you’re on unemployment, but you’ll still love me anyway, won’t you? It’s just me and you boo against the world. Together we’re gonna get thru dis. I’m fine, handsome and you have to deal with my ish because the line is long to get at my love, and guess what, I know it. Hey a relationship is 50/50 not 100/100 cause I gotta hold back 50 just in case. (Cloud bubble to self… Neva give a chick your last especailly if she steps out of pocket).

Hey Ma! How you doing? I’m that guy you love to fall in love with and hate to lose, just because I look good and I throw it down very well in da bedroom. I may not bring much to the table but I know you will jump over 10 good men to get at me. I’ll jump over two flat chested no butt having sorry to be you type of women for some double D’s and a big ole fruitylicous bubble butt.  A dude has to live babe. Look ma no hands. Did I mention that I’m tall and muscular, that’s right, You know me I got that good hair, good skin and we are going to make some fine babies. Did I mention I have a deep dimple and that I got crazy waves fo days? Yep, we are going to have fun making those babies too. I’m that no good for nothing, nevea havin ish, bouncing from women to women type of guy. Leaving you with nothing but a Public Assistance check. Buy me some cigarettes babe? My unemployment check is a little late. Well at least let me hold your EBT card.  Oh, I will be sleeping over for the night but I have to be out before the sun comes up. You know how I do boo; job interview babe and I know you will understand. Hey, tomorrow we can take your car and go to the movies. I got you on the popcorn.

One more thing my mother be trippin and she wants me to move out so I am looking for someone to replace her, i mean someone to fill in and know their roll, play their position, stay in their lane and always over communicate. I need someone with a better attitude; one that will not sweat me for every little thing. I need a chick that will let me do me; you know watch the game, have fight parties and come home when I come home. No surprises, that will only get you canceled (Nino Brown Style).

If this is your man then you deserve everything you get. You should want more. Do you want your son to grow to be this poor excuse of a man? Do you wish this type of man on your precious daughter? Why are you with him? Break the cycle my sweet.  Look in the mirror and make the adjustments. The choice is yours.

If you are this man then you are not a man and it’s not aight. If this is not you then I am sure you know this dude. He is part of the reason why she is the way that she is, doing it all on her own. She represents the F.T. Cubes of the world. Full time parent, full time job/career and full time student. “Man She’s Fine” To think about it there are women that fit this build as well.

Heaven is at the foot of Mother…

The New Person In Your Life

The new person in your life should never have to pay the price for what the last man or woman did to you.

You may have some unfinished business out there with people in your past. If so then create a list and check them off one by one but that new brutha or sistha they didn’t do anything to you and should be given a fair trial and not sentence to death by default just because…

Heaven is at the foot of Mother…

Happy Birthday!

Brutha pours some Moe-wezy into two champagne glasses. For the chaser he then places a bottle of Patreeze on the counter to ride shotgun. She snacks on a bowl of Hersey covered strawberries, as the steamed aroma of fresh butter garlic shrimp in the kitchen waits.

As Teena Marie’s song “My Body’s Hungry” plays in the background he creeps and tries to get that last good bye kiss and walks slowing up behind Sweetie to get closer to her. As he approaches her he shakes his head witnessing her devastating, God crafted body and gently places his left hand upon her waist, his right hand on her hip, then breathes deeply and passionately behind the back of her right ear and plants softly sweet chocolate kisses up and down the side of her neck.

Feeling his masculine full lips on her skin, Sweetie makes an arch in her back, leans back and backs it all up on him, feeling his fire. She can tell Brutha truly desires her greatly.  Brutha whispers into her ear “Can I talk sexy to you babe?” He nibbles on her ear then roles his tongue down across her right shoulder and asks “Do you mind if I talk soft and warm to you babe?” Brutha give her something to think about as she nods gesturing, yes. Sweetie rolls her head back against his left shoulder to take it all in.

It’s Sweeties birthday and she is fully aware where this is going to lead. With her breast erect, this Sterling Silver Rose begins to blossom right before his eyes. Her birthday cake only needs some cream without the ice and minus the candles. Brutha says, “Baby gurl you know I’ve been thinkin about the things I wanta do to you. On this day, (places a kiss and another…) Your very special day.” Sweetie’s body is on fire right about now. Brutha then asks her “Where do you want your gift?” They grind with passion teasing each other with anticipation. He kisses her so sweetly, down her back and around to her navel. He followed her perfume trail, which was more like a treasure map that was scientifically placed across her body leading directly to her secret spot above her garden.

The sounds of fire and ice fill the room as the windows begin to fog. Brutha bends over and without a broom he sweeps her from off her feet taking her into the next room. Sweetie feels light, breezy and free in Brutha’s arms. His overall courtship ignites and excites her.  He loves her especially different from any other, wooing her, teasing her as he does his very best to please her. He just simply lights her fire and when he touches her she can’t hide the emotions that overcome her body that sings a chorus. R. Kelly’s “Whole Lotta Kisses” plays… Lights out!

Brutha never had to think about it. He never took his time with any woman until now. He’s fully appreciating the moment and all that he’s been missing for years past to present date, coming full circle.

Sweetie’s big sister yells out with her hands on her hips. “Oh hell naw I know yawl didn’t start without…”. Then states, “Ewww!  Turn the phucking lights back on. Yawls don’t forget I’m still here. Aint no juice box tasting contest going down tonight.” Big Sis shakes her head and says,  “A bitch can’t go to the bathroom for five minutes? (lights turned back on) Damn those berries look good. Give me some. Where’s my plate? I’m hungry. Where you hiding those crab legs? I smell’em. ”

Heaven is at the foot of Mother…

Educating Our Youth

First we must stop dealing with illusion. We cannot ask the people who programed us into oblivion to program us out of it.

As far as I am concerned Education has but one honorable purpose one alone and everything else is nonsense; that is to train the student to be a respectful and a responsible handler of power.

People do not train you in how to take their power away from them when they hold power by controlling you. To expect this of other people is a contradiction in terms.

Freedom is something you do not wish upon, you do not sing upon and you do not dream upon. Freedom is something you take with your own hands. It is never secure until you take it with your own hands. You do not leave it for another generation. Each generation in turn must secure it with their own hands, even if you leave it to them in a Will in Testament. It is not secure until they make it secure with their own hands their own bodies and their own minds. So as long as we avoid this reality someone else will dictate the content of education. When people dictate the content of education they are dictating what goes into your mind when they dictate that they will dictate agitation, they will dictate your actions and though you might lie about it as long as you are in this position you are in some form of a Slave. I know it hurts but it is what it is…

It is incumbent in you to free yourself from it and educate yourself to come out of it and do not expect others to do it for you. We must stop begging at the door of people that have reduced us to the role of a beggar.

Heaven is at the foot of Mother…

Leaders & Leadership

African Americans unfortunately and tragically have more leaders and less leadership than any people in the African world. A lot of the people who are pretending leadership are charlatans and pretenders. Yet among them have emerged some very able men worthy of the mantle of leadership and because of the pretenders they’ve gotten less attention than they deserve.

I think our leaders in general misunderstand their mission. If you are a leader of a people you must get a mandate from the people and if the people ask you “Leader where are you leading me?” you must have a good answer for them. Not only where are you leading me but who are you leading me to and who are you leading me for?

A true leader is a messenger delivering a message for the people and not a charlatan imposing a message on the people. The leader that ignores this is not worthy of the name; leader.

 

Heaven is at the foot of Mother…

Miss Hazel

They packed the car, filled the tank and drove 4-hours from South Carolina to Atlanta. Lady and her 2 sisters were going to be in town just for the weekend. They planned a checklist of things to do while in “The A”. No time to waste their time is limited. Not forgetting the girls must get their drink on.

Brutha noticed her during Happy Hour the night before and kicked himself for not speaking, freezing up and missing the opportunity to let it be known to her of his interest. He vowed that night; if he were to get another chance things would be different.

While in their suite the women talked about how much they were enjoying their trip. Lady was tight lip in revealing her interest. She wondered if Brutha even noticed her. She had seen him during Happy Hour and thought he was quiet interesting & handsome. She had observed him from a distance, made mental notes and was overall impressed by the way he carried himself and how he handled people that he’d had came in contact with. She pondered if he was married. Baby was in town for one more night and no matter what her girls wanted to do she was not going to miss Happy Hour or her chance to simply walk by him.  Beside, she had brought backup, which was her, “get’em girl dress” and if he didn’t bite then his wrist is broke.

The very next evening God answered Brutha’s call. As the elevator doors opened out she came wearing a perfectly fitted Georgia Peach colored dress, with a cute tassel braid that hung from her belt, which fell below her waist side dangling, slowly moving side to side between her legs as she walked. Her outfit was crazy sexy making Brutha’s nature rise before the sun had rise. Brutha thought. Baby looks like a Sterling Silver Rose with her six-pack riding shotgun.

She was more like a movie playing in slow motion. Lady cultivated and mastered the devastating yet rarely displayed famous Rip Da Runway catwalk walk. Lady freaked it her way and transformed it into what Brutha called “The Phuck Walk”. Lady’s walk talked the talk, as it symbolically read, “I’m delicious”.  No question, it co-signed and confirmed her fine. The soft bangin sound of the weight from the bottom of her heels against the lobby floor commanded attention, which brought the entire house down. Heads turned from both sexes. This sweet semi-petite delicately built showstopper walked through the lobby entrance with her head down as if she already knew all eyes were on her. Brutha froze and he couldn’t take his eyes from off of her.  Brutha was captivated from her effortless beauty. More like all natural Bryers Ice Cream lookin.  Honey was mouth watering. He could only pray that she would look up and look his way.

Not knowing where to begin.  Her lips flow crazy like Jennifer Hudson’s hips. Keisha Cole fine she is. Miss hazelnut, honey brown chocolate skin. Hypnotized and mesmerized by her seductive bedroom eyes. Brutha had gotten lost in dem, fo ever as he would soon come to find out her spell was already cast. This southern-ring my bell why don’t cha, got da Mott’s, no doubt, and da glow, fo sho.  Miss south crakalackin must be on dat backyard Ju Ju black magic castin but still fine as hell just the same, and Brutha can’t shake it. It was way too soon to be catchin feelings just too soon to wanta be singin. Right? Wait, do you hear that? Is that music playing in the background? Who’s playing “There Goes My Baby”?

I mean this woman on sight would make a brutha wanta take a shower using Hot Water. I’m talkin washin behind the ears with a washcloth too. Brush your teeth kind of beauty when it’s not even your birthday and shyt. She has that butta smooth soft type of skin a brutha would want to lick just to see if it taste differently from his and that’s some sick type of shyt to say out loud.  Honey’s such a vision Brutha may just wanta use a borrowed, not used, Q-Tip to clean his ears, only to make sure he would hear every word she spoke. I’m sure you get the message. Check this out. I caught Brutha smelling himself to see if he’d be stinkin before he approached Lady and brutha neva be stinkin but wait he finds a peppermint?

She’s extremely attractive God bless her soul. From where I stand Brutha seems to feels free when he looks upon her. Her smile will make everyone smile simply because she smiled.  Brutha feels she’s the one for him.  He’s flying high and she’s the air under his wings. Besides you can’t eat unless you’re at the table. Brutha bowed his head and said grace and prayed on it. He took a deep breath and walked towards his future.

Like a child tryin to find his way in the dark he searched for his words and cleared his throat. Saying, “Excuse me Miss. Lady stops. Brutha licks his lips slowly in search for the rest of his words to follow. The he says, “ Lady you look gorgeous”. Baby, smiles and says “Thank you”.  Brutha’s heart is in his mouth right about now and he asks her-her name. She replies “Ashley” But my friends call me Hazel. Miss Hazel as a matter of fact and to be exact. Ashley’s southern accent invoked hospitality. The motion of her lips as she formed her words sent an invitation to continue further. Brutha took Honey’s hand and the sparks instantly cast Miss Hazel’s southern spell.  Poor Brutha did have a chance. While under Miss Hazel’s spell Brutha now can’t do without having her for himself. He noticed that Miss Hazel’s hand fit perfectly into his hand. Everything fell into place as organize confusion made sense. Brutha must have said her name, Hazel, fifteen times or more to himself within a minute’s time. Her voodoo was naturally grown and this New York Brutha didn’t stand a chance against her southern way. She became almost like air to him. Ashley, in a instant became someone he didn’t want to do without. Brutha didn’t even want to let her hand go. He feared that she’d disappear into thin air. Brutha looked at her as if she couldn’t be real despite of having her hand in is hand.

Hooked and feeling stupid Brutha didn’t care.  Baby was that kind of a blessing whereas a Brutha would start dinner from where the good lord split her and make his way around to the front for her seafood platter and dessert offering. “She can have her cake and eat it too. I’m already hers”. Brutha said. “Why not enjoy what belongs to you? However, cake goes so much better with ice cream. Nahmean!” Sis can have her way with me. Anyway you desire Ashley, I mean, Miss Hazel. Brutha said to himself. I’m able, ready, willing and available.

Her southern accented charm just killed it leaving him panting and wanting more. As soon as she opened her mouth Brutha’ heart skipped and he was stamped, sealed and delivered without any effort on her part. She is elegant. 1000% all lady. She’s visually wife material. With this sista by your side it’s the world we together will conquer as everybody else would turn, point and stare: bearing witness to the history that’s about to unfold.

Brutha couldn’t pick himself up from off the floor fast enough. He barley could close his bottom lip after he noticed slim goodies legs. They were Palmer’s Coco Butter Formula smooth, brown and glistening like Hershey chocolate covered drop kisses. The mark on her left leg, beneath her calf but above her ankle resembled a sweet Bon-Bon mini drop. Brutha studied her from head to toe trying to find flaws but to no avail Ms. Hazel had it going on and she knew it. The skin on her entire body to him was flawless. Whatever oil she used left her body shinnin. Brutha felt dizzy a little almost felt like Rocky without stepping a foot in the ring, feeling and actin dumb founded like “Ayo Adrianne! You know I don’t read too much?”

Before Ashley and her two-girl crew were about to make their exit and hit the town for the night, Brutha pulled Miss Hazel towards him oh so ever gently, leaned over and whispers softly into Ashley’s ear asking her. “Can I call you sweetie? Ms. Hazel smiled, said “Yes” pulled out her IPhone and placed it smoothly into Brutha’s hands and said to herself “Got him”. As he entered his number into Her phone Brutha said to himself “Damn! It’s on.”

To be continued….

Heaven is at the foot of Mother…

Rodrigo

In Norcross Georgia the local laundry spot is also a hang out and meeting place for people who don’t have anywhere to go. The population is predominately Mexican who gather throughout the day washing clothes, cashing checks, playing Lotto and purchasing scratch offs.  That’s where I met Rodrigo, a homeless father of four, trying to find a better way of living while I was trying to do my two loads of laundry. 

Rodrigo said, he started smoking crack cocaine and poppin Ecstasy pills, shortly after he lost his job. “ I worked there for 17 years. My wife was bitching and complaining about finding another job and it didn’t take long before she left me for one of her long time childhood friend. She always wanted me to meet this guy when we were married and I was like, why?”

Rigo went on by saying. “I asked her, this guy, your friend does he like you? Does he want to have sex with you? If you open your legs to him will he take it?” and she said. “Yeah, I guess”.  Rigo said “ You guess?” Conyo! “Why would you want me to met a guy that is interested in you like that? Now I look at you differently.”

Man, it’s real in the field homes. When I lost my job all hell broke lose. Rigo takes off his hat and rubs his head. “My wife, that bitch divorced me.” Phuckin man, she kicked me out the house. Rigo pulls out a 16oz can of County Time beer opened it and took in a long swallow. He wiped his lips and added. “My kids don’t respect me and now I’m living in these streets. I tried living in an Extended Stay Hotel but with the child support taken out of my unemployment check I couldn’t make, how you say? Make ends meet? Yeah! That’s it.

I didn’t have anywhere to go. All my relatives are either dead on or already over crowded not having room for me. Conyo mang! I was supposed to be most likely to succeed in my family.  Look at me now, homes. I got no money no nothing mang.  Not a pot to piss in and a window to throw it out or something like that. Who gives a phuck?

So crack is my best friend now. Crack, well she helps me with my problems you know? She doesn’t complain either. She just be like come here baby and hold me. Light my fire! Rigo smiles and blows a kiss in the air and added. Maybe I can go into rehab and get a bed but without phuckin insurance I have to wait cause the line be long n shyt. I even applied for welfare and food stamps. They wouldn’t give me a phucking one shot deal so I could get back on my feet.  (I look around the laundry mat and I noticed the older women shaking their heads but came a little closer to catch an ear full).

Rigo starts to get a little animated at this point.  Life is hard. I thought about killing myself but then I thought nobody would even care if I were gone so I live day by day, you know?  My friend, I haven’t even taken a shower in 3 months. (I said to myself, really? I couldn’t tell. Lol, I’m lying) He continues. I’m in bad shape. Amigo, I tell you sometimes I sleep on the train or in somebody back yard until they catch me and run me out. I just want to stay warm, you know?

You know I had a place one time and when I couldn’t pay the gas bill they shut it off. I heated my water in the microwave. You know you have to set the microwave for 3 minutes and 59 seconds and the water gets hot. I had to share a bathroom though. That wasn’t cool. People bangin on the door yelling, “hurry up n shyt.” I washed my azz in the sink with no washcloth. (I did even bother to ask how he manage to clean himself without a washcloth.)

Rigo took a final gulp of his Country Time and said, “I lost that spot too”. (Belched) and said excuse me, sir.  “ Can I trouble you for a dollar?” He staggered a bit trying to master his cheap high reached behind himself to pull his underwear out from his butt. “If it gets too cold I’ll break in a store and wait for the police to come. At least I’ll get a cot and a box with a blanket. They feed you-you know? Three meals too.”  “I just don’t want to do anymore time. It’s crazy in there. (While pulling out his underwear from his butt again) Rigo smelt his finger and added. This state is hard on a man with a record”.

Rigo stumbled away saying “I’m lonely as phuck mang. I don’t think I’ll ever trust another woman ever again. The pain hurts too much. I lost everything and now I’m nothing. My friend don’t end up being like me make something for yourself you know and hold on to in for dear life.  Cause you never know.

As Rodrigo walked away with my $5 in hand I continued with doing my laundry. I thought about God’s message as it presented and unfolded itself before me. It came at the right time too, just when I was thinking about giving up all hope. My life is not as bad as I thought it to be. God is funny but more than anything God is good and always on time.

Heaven is at the foot of Mother….

The Boom-Boom Effect

His picture captured her attention but it was his words that obtained her arousal. Lady stood in the background deep within the shadows of the room finally mustering enough courage to let him know that the boom-boom effect exists.

On the 1^st night she greeted him at the door wearing a wife beater, panties and high heels. She knew he loved that kind of shyt right der. She said she’d been waiting all night and hope that he would accept her invitation for their affair.

Lady’s lips full & moist, perfectly deliciously painted. Her breast bulging out and ready to be devoured. They matched her firm cups, which runneth over, overflowing, and spilling out forming a deep crevice of a river to drink from, fo days. They must be filled with carnation milk and they stood at attention without any support just the way he liked and imagined them to be. They’re more than a handful, thirst quenching, mouth watering, breath taking and succulent to a point they get extra attention before the exploration and tour to any other part of her devastating and magnificent heaven sent body.

If she entered a wet t-shirt contest it would be no contest. She wins hands up and hands down.  With no cottage cheese on her menu this tornado full figured fug stick shorty displayed smooth skin. Her butter soft and Jell-O like breast so full he gets extra excited and ultra piping hard just by viewing them, an erection that throbs painfully.

“It’s rare for me to get hard on sight. When a woman turns me on this way I know she’s the one that will bring out the very best of me. When you find a woman like that you gotta hold on to her tight.” Mr. said. This woman is really working me. Mr. thought to himself. “I’m gonna make her scream as I go deeper and put her to sleep cause this kind of loving I want keep her all to myself and I don’t need to go nowhere else.

On the 2^nd night she opened the door and greeted him in a very sexy silk-laced lingerie with red bottom stilettos.  Now the stilettos insinuates her calf muscles, which increase the arch in her back erecting her bubblelicious, just sit it on my face why don’t you, neva stop eatin and lickin, baby phat, apple bottom booty. “Whew!”

Her saddle was hand made from God itself. Mother nature may have even co-signed her release from above. One could bounce a silver dollar off her behind and it would bounce right back the way in which it came. A picture perfect backside that smiled at you-you know that onion type that makes a nicca face all ugly frownin up like, Damn! In short, her onion roll is well defined.

While making love to her it’s best not to look down at it in fear of be-cuming prematurely. Sometimes while inside of her, in this way, Mr. has to think of something else before that tingling sensation begins to creep up and spring forth. (Breath home-boy, breath). You know that toe curling effect leaving a nicca half dead rolled up in a ball. No doubt! Her love making ranks #1 with little effort on her part, should she ever make it clap he’s done for the evening and it’s good night, thumb in  mouth, rubbin his ear type of sleep mode.

Ultimately on the 3^rd night she killed it sporting braids with a see through nightie, which was a crazy turn on for him. “Braids turn me on.” Mr. said. Her tantalizing perfume aroma made her neck and body a satisfying entrée to nibble on before the main course. No introduction was needed to gain access into her entrance. He was already eagerly waiting with full anticipation of his right of entry. Her admittance appetizer was filling enough. Greedy and hungry for her love she inducted him into her walls of flames.

“Baby Gurl, place your legs behind my neck cause I want you to feel all of me.” This Brooklyn Brown Bombshell Beauty is toxic and explosive by nature detonating Mr.’s heart making him weak and finding her hard to resist. “What are you doing to me? Just take all my money why don’t cha” He cried. The Brown “Boom-Boom” Bombshell whom is far from being Spanish yet spicy & hot just the same said to Mr. “All I want is your time and your passion for me, poppi. I’ll do the rest.  Keep penetrating me mentally the way you do and stimulate my entire body until my walls collapse.”

That’s all Mr. had to hear he surrendered himself to her and grabbed a handful of her braids and gently pulled them back to expose her neck. He kissed, sucked and licked every inch of her body, from head to toe returning to her naval. He enjoyed dragging her from one edge of the bed to the next.  Role playing and performing an improvisation from a movie scene between her sweet water legs, turning her over oh so ever gently and placing his tongue up, down, in, out and all around the crack of her pretty brown round.

Leaving her with 3 installments. The 1^st one was an inauguration. The 2^nd was the official welcoming reception, as the 3^rd was simply an investment down payment on the future. What better woman to breath and sleep next to? He thought. Only good runs through her veins.

This woman makes him lose control. He’s lost in her inner and outer beauty and he’s catching feelings and feels he’s too ole to have butterflies. “She has me contemplating on striping for her. I pray she doesn’t break my heart. If she does I know I’ll feel like I’ve just walked out of heaven. I’ll never make a promise ever again to another if I lose her love.” He said.  Should you ever have to leave please can we make love just one more time before you go? Can I just feel on your booty just one last time? Can I kiss it just one last time before you say goodbye? My first love fo real fo real in a very long time. You know anyone who had a heart would truly never leave. You are where I want to be.

Lady whispered in Mr.’s ear saying “I’m in this for the long haul and I don’t plan on going nowhere, baby. Just relax, lay back cause I think I just may want this a little more than you do.”

Mr. may not know what’s after life past the sky but he does know that God has a plan.

Heaven is at the foot of Mother…