Jasmine: Part 4

by: Nastassja Lamonth

Last week week was the best week of my life. Jamie and I did things I had never done, not even as a teen. We went hiking, to the movies, out to eat, that motherfucker even took my black ass sailing. We talk all night on the phone when he’s home. It feels like I have a man. But it was also the worst week of my life. He didn’t make a single move on me. The more I learned about him, the more I wanted him. I needed him. He was on call, but he promised to stop by me. I would get my man.

Operation seduction is in full effect. Jamie’s coming over to dinner tonight. I got a wax so everywhere was as smooth as a baby’s bottom. I bought new lingerie, a black sheer robe, g string teddy with flower petals covering my nipples and an intricate design across my abdomen. I made a feast fit for a king: pan-seared salmon with a lemon butter sauce and sweet potato puree served with asparagus and a wild garden salad and a bottle of 2013 Promontory. When he rang the bell at nine, I met him at the door in my underwear. He greeted me the widest smile I have ever seen: Game on!

“Hey, babe,” I said as I kissed his cheek. “Come, come, come, dinner is ready. I hope you’re hungry.”

I led him to the table, ensuring my ass was swaying from side to side. Because I strip and ate well, I was in excellent shape and had calves to die for. My legs were one of my best features and I made sure Jamie got a good view. He sat down and popped the wine.

“You look nice. Is it a special occasion?” he said.

“Yup! ammo, get some dick today” I said in my head. To him, I just smiled and said, “Just wanted to do something special for ya”

I ensured that I was close enough for him to smell my perfume but also get an undisturbed view of my ass or tits at all times. I put the food on the table and we ate family style. He told me about his day and all the funny things that they did on the children’s ward to cheer up the terminal kids. Jamie had a wonderful heart. He was a trauma surgeon, but he enjoyed being around children. He made it a point of duty to check on children at least once a day. Sometimes he reads to them or just sits with them.  He was just a solid guy.

“I am glad you had a good day” I reached for the salad ensuring that he got a great view of my tits.

“How was your day? He asked.

“My day was great. I cooked for you… ahh… among other things.”

“What other things?” He asked.

I gave him a sly smile. “If you’re a good boy, I will let you know,” I said as I raise my eyebrows.

The rest of the meal went well. Jamie had a great personality and kept me laughing throughout the meal. After eating, I clear the table and tell him to make himself comfortable. He asks for a cup of whiskey while I washed the dishes. He turns on the TV and flipped on ESPN and got caught up on his favourite games.

I let my long jet black hair to fall over my shoulders. I went over to him, straddled him and looked him deep in the eyes. Tentative kissed his cheek and breathe in him. I love his musky manly scent. Jamie reaches around and grips my ass hard as fuck. His erection rubs against my vagina and my walls quiver; finally, Jamie has shown up. He uses his other hand to pull my face closer to his. My heart raced. Jamie’s face is so close to mine that our foreheads are almost touching. After what seems like forever, he kisses me. The moment his lips touch mine, I feel a zap as the air between us crackled. His kisses are tender at first, but he quickly deepens it. His persistent lips parts my shaking lips, sending wild tremors along my nerves; evoking from me strange sensations. This must be what heaven is like.

The intoxicating taste of the whiskey on his breath makes the moment even hotter. He grips my ass, digs his nails in it and spanks me a few times. I rubmy already wet pussy on his crotch and his erection grow thicker. His dick’s thick and ready. His phone rangs.
“Don’t fucking answer!” I said. He reaches for the phone.
“It’s the hospital. I have to take this. Sorry” He said.
I heard the tail end of the conversation. There was a ten-car traffic collision on the highway and all the doctors are on call. As soon as he hangs up, he begins gathering his things. I shoot angry, dirty looks at him.

“I am sorry, baby; I promise I will make it up to you. Forgive me” he says as he kisses my forehead. He lifts me out of the couch and gave me another one of his intoxicating kisses. I walk him to the door and asked him to let me know when he gets there.

As soon as he leaves, I jump into bed and took out Barney. I couldn’t even fucking orgasm. I went for a swim instead. After ten laps, I felt tired enough to go to sleep.

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Jasmine: PART 1

by Nastassja Lamonth

 

 

T-pain’s “In love with a stripper” blared from the speakers as I wiped down the pole. This’s my favorite part, all eyes on me. On stage, I grab everyone’s attention. I lived for this, crave every drop. I adjusted my g strip and smiled at my audience and thought to myself in Cardi B’s voice, “Let’s get this shmoney” The song changed to a trap song. I jumped down into a split and jiggled my ass cheeks and dollars started pouring in.
After finishing my set, I walk around the room looking for easy prey. When stalking one’s prey, it’s best to take one’s time, waiting on the right moment to pounce. One must learn their prey’s habits and use them to their advantage. One must use everything as bate to lure in the unsuspecting prey. Once you corner your prey, don’t be too quick to pounce or you will scare away the prey. The predator must practice patience.
I studied the crowd with the stealth eyes of a jungle cat. I am rewarded when I spot a group of men. Shoes looked expensive, watch and jewelry was sparkling. Pro ballers were out partying and I was one of the three girls they invited to their VIP section. They drank while I shook my ass and got their cash. The more they drank the more money I got. All the athletes were throwing twenties, but one was throwing hundreds. Focusing all my energy, I circled in on him. I planted my eight-inch heels beside my prey’s crotch on the couch and gave him a view of the pussy. Without looking away, I put my bottom lip between my teeth and used my tongue to wet my lip before I bit my lips; a sly smile crossed my face. I stared deep into the prey’s eyes as I grabbed breast; they were no bigger than a mouthful. I rubbed my glistening brown mounds and bit my lips a little harder. My prey smiled back at me.
In that moment, I knew I was getting all his money tonight. They’re thinking if I throw enough cash at her, I can get her. Pity, they don’t even know, it ain’t never gonna happen. As I grinned my ass into his lap and lean back so he can he see my tits he whispers in my ear “Come home with me”
I moan and sigh.
The money meant nothing to me. What I loved was the art of teasing.. It was all about power. Taking him up on his offer would mean I’d lose. That wasn’t happening! When the show’s over the thrill of it all went away.
The morning was grey, damp, and cold. As I walked to my matte black Infinity G37 I zipped up the jacket of my red tracksuit. I sat in the car and looked at my stacks of cash in my bag. I could say that I fell into this job or that I am working my way through school, but I would be lying. Shaking my ass for dollars is the thing I loved the most in this world. I loved attention, been getting get it since I was fourteen. Imma big bitch, five nine to be exact, dark chocolate with long ebony hair almost at my butt. I am that bitch. I turned up my music and sped out the parking lot.

The bright brilliant blue water stilled my chaotic mind. The sea was green close to the shore but become a brilliant deep blue the further out you looked. The view from my apartment was amazing!  I enjoy drinking in the view and my morning coffee.

It’s around twelve in the afternoon and I’m standing watching the bay from my windows in my downtown apartment. I could see most of downtown and the ocean from my living room. One could get lost looking out. It had the most calming effect. It is so much better than therapy. Most afternoons I allow myself to get lost in the view. It’s the sole time of the day that I’m not moving and allow myself to feel. But, feelings suck, and for the rest of my day, I avoided them. I looked around my clean crisp white apartment and began running down all the things I had to do today.  The first task was cleaning the kitchen. I washed the dishes in the sink, cleaned the white marble island, and wiped the titled floors. They were clean, another cleaning didn’t hurt. The crisp smell of bleach was my favorite scent in the world.

After all the cleaning, I sat at my desk and turned on the computer. I signed into my email to update my clients on their portfolios and also to see if I was getting any more clients. I am talented so referrals and new clients came fast. By day I was an animator, it contributed to the bills, and the pay was awesome but it just never completed me.

I didn’t put too much thought or energy into it until I had the urge to get up on stage at a strip club when I was hanging out with an old friend. I went back a few times by myself and every time the urge grew stronger. Until one day, I just did it. I got up there and danced my big ole ass off. The rush I felt was akin to a crackhead getting his first high. I was hooked. The power it gave me was like nothing I had ever felt before, I fell deeply in love. It was alive. The next day I went to the manager and begged him to hire me. Ever since then I have been basking in the hungry looks of strangers.

 They didn’t know I was the lion, and they were the prey. I stalked them. I circled them with my eyes learning their strengths and weaknesses. Once I stepped on the stage, their ass was mine! I mesmerized them with my charisma and raw sexual appeal. I commended the attention of the room. I love every second. It is rare to find a woman in the strip club who is doing it for the heck of it.

My phone rang and broke my thought. I saw that it was my mother. I rolled my eyes and let it rang. Whatever she wanted she could say it to the voicemail. Today was going so well that it would be a shame to allow that woman to ruin it.

It was five o’clock before I looked up from my computer. Someone rang my doorbell door. I reached for my silk Fenty robe to cover my full lace bra and boy shorts. I left the front of the silk robe open as I went to the door. It was my delivery from my favorite vegan store. I wasn’t a vegetarian I just practiced eating clean as much as possible and whenever I wanted vegan with meat on the side; I called The Veggie Palace.

“Hey, Jasmine,” the delivery boy greeted “here’s your order.”

He flashed me that sexy smile and looked me up and down I took the paper bag and put it on the accent table by the door. I jumped in his arms we laughed as we fell into the couch.  The delivery boy was the meat on the side!

In zero point two seconds he disposed of my boy shorts. He used one finger to brush the contours of my torso. He stopped at the little spots that made me squirm and giggle. Feather-light touches caressed my inner thigh followed by feather-light kisses. I moved so that his mouth came in direct contact with my pussy, letting him know to get on with it. A small smile graced his face as he put his head down and blew on the clit. My insides tingled. His tongue reached out and made contact. I moaned a little and whispered “yea” letting him know he had found the spot.

He looked into my eyes as I cocked my head sideways and smiled. I threw my head back and let out a sigh.

“O damn……. eat this pussy just like that!” I seized his mane and yanked it hard. He retaliated by nibbling on my clit. He pushed my legs back, causing my knee to almost brush against my ears but freed up my cunt to his ravenous eyes.

“This is the best fucking part of my day” he whispered when he broke for air. I smirked as I shoved him off and he laid him on the couch. I straddled him and stick his agent in me. Thankful he was already wearing a condom because I just couldn’t wait. I rode his dick hard and fast. With steel concentration, I rode him until I came. Lucky for him he came too.

“Can I stay for dinner?” He asked sometime later as we lay on the couch spent.

“Nah, I gotta go to work shortly.”

“That’s cool, I guess.”

We settled into an awkward silence. I got up to shower and expecting him to get the hint it that his time’s up. He finally managed to. He got dressed and left as I moved around tidying up. I showered and head to the club around eight.

Saturdays are the best stripper’s days.  I had my three sets of costumes all planned.  My costumes comprising a cowgirl Anne, a Catholic schoolgirl, and a lingerie costume.  As I organized my corner Star walked in. Star was one of the few girls at the club I spoke to at all.

“Hey Jazz, you’re early as usual,”

“You know I gotta be on time to make this money.”

“Ok girl,” she said as she hopped over to her area and began her preparation.  I am not the friendliest person; my laser-focused and intense work ethic was too much for some individuals. But, I ensure that I am the best at whatever I undertake. Being the best at anything requires focus and drive. It doesn’t allow room for acquaintances and much of social existence. I wouldn’t have it any other way. I took my time to do my makeup while I worried about the night.

At eleven, I was setting up to do my first set. My outfit choice is an immaculate, brown rhinestone-studded leatherette chap with a white g string under it. Along with a brown fringe vest covering my bosom, bejeweled nipple covers covered my nipples. I opened my set the same way with T Pain. The audience knew what time it is.  I strolled onto the stage. I peeked out into the throng of guests, making certain that all mother fucking eyes were on me. You’re, either, staring at me or you’re getting the fuck out. I sashayed to the pole first and started to clean it. Making certain the movement looked like I was giving the pole a blow job. I shifted my ass to the swarm of people. My upper body crouched as I wiped the base of the pole. My ass reminded in the air, the movement allowed the audience an excellent view of my plump, juicy pussy. Hook, line, and sink! I chuckled as the DJ set went into trap music. At the rear of the club was a minor disturbance. However, the bright lights made it troublesome to know what was happening, but then shots rang out. A swift pain rushed through me and it seemed as if all of me was on fire. Then, in a blink of an eye, it all went blank.

 

You’re so Amazing

Alex savagely kissed Margot’s lush rosy lips; He brushed the corner of her lips with his and then his teeth tugged at her lower lip. Every nerve in her body surged to life as she shivered from the sensation of his soft lips against hers. Her nipples tingled and became as hard as pebbles, she felt damp as the muscles in her vagina clenched. She was on fire. She needed Alex more than she needed her next breath. When Alex tried to end the kiss, Margot moved forward, grabbing the back of his head and drawing him in for another kiss. Alex chuckled against her lips.

“Do you want to come in for coffee?” She asked him when she finally came back up for air.

“If coffee is code for sex, then yes, I wanna come in for coffee,” Alex said. Margo laughed as her nervousness melted away.

“This is happening.” she thought to herself. 

She opened the door and allowed Alex to step into her apartment; his presence in her apartment was wreaking havoc on her senses. She took the time to study Alex’s massive form. She watched as he strolled into the living room and sat on her sofa. His powerful body made the entire room look so much smaller. “How do you take your coffee?” she asked him.

“Margot, come and sit beside me. You know I don’t bite,” he said. “No need for the pretense!” 

Margot sighed. 

“Fine” she mumbled as she sat down in the far corner of the couch. Alex moved over until Margot could hardly tell where she stopped and he began. She opened her mouth to say something, but he silenced her with another of his intoxicating kisses. Margot lost her breath and no matter how many breaths she took there was never enough air in her lungs. She surrendered to him without hesitation. Alex gathered up her little frame onto his lap and continued his assault on her senses. Between kisses, he grabbed her ass and squeezed it hard. He slipped his hand into the waist of her jeans and grabbed her bare ass.

Margot had never been more aware of herself as a woman than at this moment. He used the roughness of her jeans to play against her clit as he grabbed her hips and rubbed her pelvis against the heaviness of his erection. Alex kissed along her neck and throat, He assaulted her nerves from every direction until her entire body was a full-blown volcano. Margo leaped off his lap, in a dizzying effort to get out her jeans. He watched through a lust-filled gaze and chuckled at her antics. When she finally wiggled out of her jeans, Alex dragged her back into his lap.  He kissed her neck and nonchalantly made his way down to her breast. As he massaged her two golden globes Margo threw her head back and moaned out in ecstasy. His mouth instantly replaced his hand. Alex traced circles around the dark areolas, sending her into a frenzy of emotions. As gentle as Alex was, it threw Margo into a memory so deep she couldn’t escape. Images of that first night with her husband flashed before her eyes. She screamed out for Alex to stop.

“Are you okay?” he asked. “Margo, talk to me.”

“Water, I need water,” Margo said. She pushed Alex away and made her way to the kitchen.

“Did I do something wrong?” Alex Asked.

Margot took big gulps of water. “You did nothing. I just have issues and if you wanted to go, I totally understand.”

She watched as his impressive cock stand died. She waited for Alex to pack his stuff, but he walked into the kitchen with just his jeans on.  He swung her around and kissed the back of her neck. 

“Tell me what you like!” he demanded.

“I don’t know,” replied Margot.

“Bullshit!”

“I..I… I am not like you. I am not a sexual person.”

“Again, bullshit, you eye fucked me in that supermarket the first time you saw me. You knew exactly what you wanted that day, now tell me!”

Margot gasped for air again. No one had ever asked her what she wanted before. The feeling was new and intoxicating. But she didn’t know what to say. Alex stared at her as if he was looking into her soul. What did this man want from her? She had no idea what to say. Sex was always a dirty activity, done in the dark for a few minutes with her husband. She dug hard and remembered what she wanted a moment ago as she was grinding on him. She finally said. “I want you to prop me up on the counter and eat me out like I was your last meal.”

His slow, sexy grin sent chills up her back as he scooped her up in his big burly arms and placed her on the counter. He pried her legs open. She tried to snap them back shut, but Alex was too strong. She relaxed and let him have his way. She threw her head back and closed her eyes.

“Don’t close your eyes, Margot. Look at me!” he said. 

He stared in her eyes as he kissed a trail down to her freshly shaved honey pot. Alex’s stare intensified as he kissed her inner thighs and breathed her womanly essence in. She watched him as her breath got caught. She did her best to relax, but her need and hunger for him grew stronger. His tongue swiped over her honey nub, her entire body came alive again as a flame bright hot seared through her. One sweep of his tongue had left her drenched. The walls of her pussy clenched. He used his tongue to beat against her clit, stroking and caressing it. His tongue was gentle at first, then rough, then stabbing deep to bring her closer to that elusive feeling. He devoured her pussy like it was his last meal. She screamed out in ecstasy. She tossed her head back and forth, gripping the back of his head and digging her nails in. He reached for a nipple and squeezed. He continued feasting on the thick meaty folds of her vagina. He rubbed her clit as his tongue played peek-a-boo inside her vagina, her legs shook out of control. The tension coiled tighter deep inside until it spilled out and shattered Margot senses into a million pieces.Her orgasm was so intense it took every drop of energy she had. She laid on the counter spent and drenched in her own juices.

Alex came up for air: he reached into his pocket and took a condom and shimmered out of his jeans and boxers. He rolled the condom on his hard, stiff cock. Before Margot could blink she was face down on the counter and Alex was entering her from behind with a delicious slowness. Her slick folds were wet and ready for every sweet inch of him. His first stroke was tentative and soft, but as he continued, they became harder and more demanding. He drilled into her and grabbed her hair and wrapped around his fist as he continued to slap his colossal body into hers. The only noise now was the heavy breathing and moaning of the two lovers. He reached for her clit and rubbed it as he pounded into her, and she enjoyed every moment. A hard dick was something her dearly departed husband rarely had to give. Alex tense up and increased his speed, and Margot knew instantly that he was coming. His stroke became more intense as he grabbed her shoulders then her neck and squeezed. Another orgasm started to build up in her.

“Oh fuck” she exclaimed “I am coming.” 

Alex grunted as his body tensed up and stars formed behind his closed eyes. He grunted again as he spread his semen into the condom.

Margot closed her eyes and allowed a man to pamper her as he cleaned her up. She thought he would get dressed and leave, instead he led her to the bedroom.

“It’s going to be a long night.” she thought to herself.

The Date

“Hey, Margot,” Alex called out.

“Yeah,” I shouted back.

“I’m done with the sink,” Alex said as he strolled into my living room. His clothes were a mess, but he even makes disheveled seem disgustingly sexy.

“Thanks,” I said and glanced away from the magnificent specimen of a man and reminded myself to breathe. I silently willed him to get out so I could wallow in my self-pity; instead, he just stood there waiting for me to acknowledge him. We fell into an uncomfortable silence that dragged on between us. I’m so ready for him to leave so these embarrassing moments can be a thing of past and I can go back to my ordinary life. Still, he did not leave and the silence continued. I had enough of the deafening silence, I looked up at him. He gave me that slow, sexy grin that sets fire to my soul. He knew he had won.

“Hey, you said it’s your day off, right?” he inquired.

“Yeah,” I said.

“Well, let’s go for a drink,” he suggested.

“Don’t you have work to do?” I asked.

“Baby girl, my name is on the letterhead. I do what I please,” He said. “Ammo head home to get outta these clothes. I’ll be back,” he said.

The idea tempted me, but the way our last few encounters went, I didn’t think it wise to test fate. So I told him. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why not? You gotta man?” he asked.

“No, it’s just that…” I started.

“It’s a drink, it’s not gonna hurt anyone,” he stated. I peeked up at his face, but he wasn’t the smug, self-assured man I was used to seeing. There was an unfamiliar look in his eyes, as if he’s unsure of himself. As quickly as it appeared, it vanished.

I caved. “Fine one drink,” I said.

“Great, see ya soon.” He stated as he took off.

 The moment he left, I sprang up, trying to decide what to wear. I did a mental checklist of every item of clothing that I own. Nothing in my closet caught my eye because nothing is as sexy as the little black dress wasted on this afternoon. With different outfits discarded around my room, I finally settled on a cute yellow daisy sundress and thronged sandals. I had the quickest shower in history and dabbed some makeup on my face. I studied myself out in the mirror, I looked nice enough I suppose.

“Now listen to me, Margot, you’re not allowed to make a fool of yourself, you hear me? You’re a smart, beautiful and talented woman, show that to him!” I said to myself. My phone beeped and when I glanced at it, there was a text from Alex. He was in the parking lot. I studied my reflection once more before leaving, satisfied with how I looked.

Alex took me to Scottie’s, a popular sports bar. It looked nothing like what I remembered from youth. I used to sneak in here as a teenager with my friends. My sweet minor rebellion ended quickly when I forced into a loveless marriage.

“What you drinking?” Alex asked, breaking me free of my memories.

“I don’t know. I don’t drink.”

He called over our waitress and ordered a rum and coke and a strawberry daiquiri for me.

“Wait,” I said. “Do you have anything stronger? Like a mojito?” I asked before she could leave.

“Not a problem, the bartender would be happy to whip up one,” said the waitress.

“Oh, it’s like that?” he said as he raised his eyebrows.

“No, I’m not a fan of sweets,” I said.

“My apologies,” he said. When the waitress walked away, he turned his full attention back to me. “For the awkwardness part, I’m forty-two and divorced with a child. How about you?”

“I’m a thirty-four-year-old widow,” I replied.

“My condolences,” he said.

“No need,” I responded and waved off his pity. “It was a long while ago.”

“All righty, what d’you do?”

 “I’m a system analyst over a Global Corp.”

“I do a lot of business with them,” said Alex.

“You do?” I asked, dumbstruck.

“Well, I deal with the plumbing for Global Corp but my dad still does domestic plumbing. He’s old school and enjoys it. I am a businessman, I negotiate contracts with several major businesses and properties.”

“But weren’t you coming from a job when we met?” I asked.

“I help my dad with house calls, from time to time. It’s our thing.”

“But if you only handle the business aspect, how come you fixed my pipes?” I asked.

“Cause maybe I like you?” he drawled with his raised eyebrow. Child, if my brown sugar skin could blush I would be as red as a beetroot. “My brothers and I all have MBAs, but we’re all plumbers at heart, we’ve been helping our dad out before we were even teenagers.”

He flashed me that dimpled, lazy grin again as he asked. “Are you close to your family?”

“So you like me, huh?” I asked.

“What’s not to like? Besides you almost being a midget!”

“I’m five–one and three quarters, I’ll have you know!”

“You’re a gorgeous little thing,” he said. I was cheesing now.

 “And that smile, just so  fucking pretty them lips got me thinking if they are as soft as they look,” he said. I was dam nearing reaching across the table. “But that’s for later, are you going to answer my question?”

His ability to flip conversations rattled the hell out of me, but I gathered my composure and answered him. “No. I am an only child and my mother’s off finding herself,” I replied.

“I would like my dad to do that, but he’s too damn stubborn.”

“It’s the age group,” I said we snickered at that.

The rest of the date was lovely; we laughed and talked all afternoon. One drink turned into two drinks, then dinner and dessert. Alex’s really nice, accomplished, but so humble. I wished I had met him before my husband. Life would’ve been so different. I wanted Alex with everything in me, but I knew I couldn’t have him.

When we got to my complex Alex walked me to my door. I unlock the door and said, “Thank you I had a great night.”

“I did too,” he said.

I reached up and peck his lips. He smiled but didn’t move a muscle; disappointed I turn to open the door I felt his hand on the back of my head. He drew me to him and kissed me senseless. Every inch of my body came alive as liquid lava ran through my veins.

Laying Pipes

“Why do I have to wait a whole damn week for you to come and fix my faucet?”

I’m so sick and tired of this imbecile of a maintenance man, he’s got to be the laziest son of a bitch on this planet.

“You know what; I’ll send you guys the bill when I fix it,” I said and hung up. How the hell do these people keep their god damn jobs? I really should report their dumb asses to the authorities for this. Since moving into my apartment it has taken forever to get anything fixed. I started taking things into my own hands. Now I had to find my own plumber to come today because it’s my only day off. This is definitely not how I wanted to spend my day. I googled the best plumber in my city and a familiar name came up Charles and company. That sounded vaguely familiar, actually not since I knew exactly who works at Charles and Company. How could I not when I had studied the business card for the whole night trying to decide if I wanted to call him or not. I dug into my purse for the card Alex had given me at the supermarket. He was parked not too far from where I was, and before I could drive out the parking lot he stopped me and motioned for me to wind down the windows.

“I didn’t mean to insult you. You’re beautiful and if you’re ever in the mood for a drink call me,” he said as he handed me his card. I smiled and drove off. I didn’t trust myself to say anything more. Later that night in bed, I studied the business card and debated whether to call him or not. For the longest time, I considered myself asexual after my disastrous marriage ended. I was so happy to be free that I never even entertained the idea of another relationship. That’s why I still can’t understand my very strong reaction to Alexander Charles.

Since meeting him at the supermarket, Alexander has been a constant part of my dreams. Some nights, I wake up right before the good part and I have to play with myself to finish off the job before going back to bed. Other nights I had to get up and clean up myself. Who has sex dreams about a man at thirty-four? This crazy sex depraved heifer, that’s who.

A surge of excitement ran through me. Alex was within reach but now that I have a real reason to see him again, should I? Or should I just stay away? Forget the things that Alex has made me feel? I thought about that for a moment and the very idea of never seeing Alex against caused a wave of weird anger and hurt inside me. Why can’t I have one fling? Why should my memory of sex be with my ogre of a dead husband? I deserve to have the kind of sex that dreams are made of. I took up the phone and called the cell number on the card. The phone rang out and no one answered so I left a voicemail telling him about my leaky kitchen faucet and asked if he could come by. Five minutes later, he sent a text saying he could be there in an hour.

I know it’s silly that I am at home all dressed, but unlike last time I wanted to be prepared to see Alex. I put on my sexy little black dress and waited for him. I went a little hard on the perfume and bath oils. I smelled good and looked good.

I saw him in the parking lot in an old beat-up F150. When he got out he’s in the same brown shirt and dirty blue jeans he had on in the supermarket. I fixed my boobs and my hair in the mirror just before the doorbell rang.

“Thank you for coming at such short notice,” I said.

“No prob. I had an opening and I love helping a pretty woman,” he replied.

“Oh so now I’m a pretty woman? Not an adorable child?” I said with a big toothy grin.

“You still on that?” he asked.

“Nah I’m over it. This way to the kitchen” I said. “Would you like something to drink?”

“Do you have any beer?”

“Cool,” I said. I watched as he took out his tools. I admired his big arms. They were huge and firm. I watched as he reflexes them while working.

“If you keep staring at me like that, your pipes aren’t the only thing that will get fixed,” he said.

“Oh really, what you gonna do?” I challenged him. He crossed the room and grabbed me in this big burly arms and kissed me senselessly. I leaned back against the refrigerator to steady myself as my knees felt like they’re made of goo. Every part of me was on fire from his steaming kisses. He traced kisses along my neck and just above my breast. He reached into my blouse and flicked out my breast. He cupped my full breast and my nipples. The fire inside me became unbearable, and I pulled on the straps of my dress to get it off. He chucked against my skin. Alex pulled up my dress and reached for my panties, and they were cum soaked. He chuckled again and knelt down in front of me as he stared deep into my eyes and said. “Can I have the beer?”

“Huh?” I asked. I blinked to clear my head.

Alex said, “The beer, can I have it.”

Again I made a fool out of myself in front of this man. I handed him the beer and left the room mortified.

The Chance Encounter

Margot and Alex Part 1

I jumped from the zap of heat that shot from my fingers tips when he touched my hand. I stared at the stranger in front of me. He has kind brown eyes and a big broad grin that sent shivers down my spine. His eyelashes are way too long for a man. It gave his eyes a delicate appearance, but the fine lines at the side of them stopped them from being too feminine. “I’m sorry,” I replied at once.

“It’s okay. You reached for it first,” he said as he hands me the bag of apples.

“Thank you,” I said. I continue to drink in the sight of him. He has beautiful brown skin that begs for my kisses. I tear my eyes away from him and study the rest of him. He’s over six feet tall with wide shoulders and a buff chest. He looked so strong. I wonder if he could hold me up when we make love.

“Are you okay, Ma’am?” he asked. His steely gaze has me mesmerized as I stare into a pool of deep brown eyes.

“I’m Margot,” I said.

“Okay nice to meet you Margot, are you okay?” he said.

“I’m fine,” I said. Lord, I must look a mess to this man, just grinning at this random stranger. I drank him in one more time and did my best to walk away with what’s left of my dignity. A few aisles over, I spied the handsome stranger again. His back is turned to me: his ass is as delicious as his smirk. He was coming from work in a deep brown shirt, blue jeans, and dirty old boots. He looks up from his basket and I make a mad dash to the other aisle, I hope he didn’t see me. What the hell am I doing? Why am I strolling around the supermarket stealing glances at a perfect stranger? I haven’t shown so much interest in a man since Ray died and now I’m acting like a horny teenage girl over a stranger. I need to get my shit together. I gave myself a stern warning and went back to shopping. There isn’t anything I particularly need at the grocery store. It’s just something to do before going home to my lonely apartment. Usually, nothing interesting happens, but today I get to ogle a complete stranger. I picked up a nice bottle of wine and head to the cashier.

“I’m Alex,” said a man behind me. It’s my handsome stranger.

“Nice to meet you, Alex,” I said trying to start up a normal conversation. “You’re shopping for the family?” I glanced into his basket and the box of condoms told me I was wrong.

 “Guess you have a hot date?” I asked. Damn, I’m making a darn fool of myself. “Never mind, please don’t answer that!”

To his credit, Alex just smirked and stated, “You’re adorable.”

Great, he thinks I’m a kid. Please ground open up and suck me in now, I beg. Finally, it’s my turn to cash my stuff. I rush to pay the bill and literally ran out of the store. I’ve never made a fool of myself for a man and I hope I never have to again!

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Sonnet 18

We will look at my first poem and poet in the series poetry corner. (Drum roll please) and the winner is:

Sonnet 18

William Shakespeare 1608

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimm’d;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st;
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

The first time I read this poem I was eleven years old and I thought it was strangely beautiful. I knew nothing about eras or types of poem but I knew that I had never read a more realistic poem in my life (I also thought he had a black girlfriend 🙂 )

Sonnet 18 is perhaps the best known of all sonnets. Shakespeare wrote 154 of them but this one tends to top most popular lists, mainly due to the opening line which every romantic knows off by hear. It’s a traditional fourteen line poem, unlike the Petrarchan Sonnet  the Shakespearean sonnet is divided into three four-line sections (called quatrains), followed by a two-line section (called a couplet). It also has the rhyme scheme: ABAB CDCD EFEF GG. Sonnet 18 speaks of the everlasting beauty and timelessness of poetry and living forever. when I met this poem again I realized several things that I missed when I was eleven. Sonnet 18 praises a friend, traditionally known as the ‘fair youth’. The sonnet is more than just a poem – it is a real thing that guarantees that by being described in the poem the young man’s beauty will be sustained. Even death will be irrelevant because the lines of verse will be read by future generations when poet and fair youth are no more. The image will live in the verse.

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Jasmine Part 3

Anita Baker’s voice broke through my speakers as she sang about sweet love. Sitting at my white vanity I did my makeup while swaying to the music. I settled on a matte neutral cut crease. I didn’t want to cake up too much. But it was our second date. Every time this man saw me, I was looking all sorts of jacked up. I am determined to show him, I can clean up nice. Anita Baker singing about giving you the best she got. I finished my makeup while the best of Anita Baker played in the background. I walked into my closet. There wasn’t much in the way of dressed-up dresses. The only place I went to was the strip club. Something told me I couldn’t wear bejeweled nipple covers and ass-less chaps!

I found a white low cut bodysuit. The top boasted my little B cup to look like a small C. I paired the bodysuit with knee-length full blush colored pleated skirt that had a broad waist, that was probably my sisters, with some red strappy shoes. I had washed my hair earlier, so I blow-dried and flat ironed it. My hair was shiny and bone straight. I wanted to make sure I looked good enough to eat.

I left my apartment at around seven-thirty. The beauty of living downtown was that restaurants were never far. He chose a beautiful Italian restaurant two blocks from my apartment.  I got there around seven forty-five.

I was so nervous. This was foolish. I sat down on one of the restaurant’s benches outside. Men never flustered me.  I have always maintained a clear level head around them. Some might even call it domineering. But with Jamie, everything felt different. He had seen me at my worst and most vulnerable and he still wanted to get to know me. Would he be disgusted, if he knew about my stripping? For the first time in a few years, I felt insecure and nervous. I looked into the restaurant’s window and saw Dr McSexy inside. My palms were sweating and my breathing was getting shallow.  I debated texting him and cancelling.  But then, my phone rang. It was Ariel’s face timing me.  I answered.

“Shoot! You had already I was trying to catch you before you left” he stated

“I am outside the restaurant. I don’t want to do this” I confided in her

“Why not?”  She asked.

“He’s a doctor for fuck’s sake”

“And so what you’re a brilliant beautiful woman. You’re just as good as he is” She replied

“I know, but what if that’s not enough?”

“Then fuck him. But before deciding that he’s too good for you,  go into the restaurant” she said in her calm cool voice.

“You’re right, I am being stupid. Girl I am gonna go get my man” I said with the confidence I didn’t feel.

“Don’t hurt him now” she laughed as she hung up. I was officially late. Fuck!

I walked into the restaurant. Jamie saw me as soon as I entered. He stood and pulled out my chair and handed me a bouquet of red roses. His tall chocolate frame stood at six foot seven in my estimation. He was taller than most men I knew. His rich brown skin was clear, even and smooth. His bald head screamed sexy, and I wanted to rub it as he ate my pussy.

I knew I had a stupid smile on my face. I couldn’t help it. I didn’t date much and the men I dated weren’t the thoughtful type. I buried my face in the flowers and took a deep breath. I wanted to commit everything about tonight to memory.

“I am sorry to be….” I started

“I am glad you made it,” Jamie said at the same time. I giggled. O my! What was happening to me? I don’t giggle. But Jamie made me feel girly. “I wanted to get the awkwardness out of the way so I ordered for you. You don’t mind, do ya?”  He said. I truly didn’t.

Jamie was looking nice in a navy blue blazer with a light blue button-down shirt. He paired it with a tan trouser which was tight as hell in the crotch area. His shoulders were wide and built.   The blazer hugged on to his body and clearly showed that enjoys physical activities. Shouldn’t doctors be soft and round? Jamie was far from overweight. His expansive chest tapered in to reveal a slim waist and a tight ass. My favourite view when I was in the hospital. He smelled heavenly; his cologne reminded me of a field of irises a little sweet and a little bitter. It was a soft yet musky scent. It was a potent combination to my senses. My nose hairs danced as I breathe him in. I wanted to commit everything about this man to memory.

I wanted this man with every fibre of my being. Every cell in my body screamed for him.

“You’re quiet, what’s on your mind,” he asked.

“You” I whispered. He chuckled and my pussy danced. This was torture.

“Damn it’s like that! You just wanna get to that, huh? I haven’t decided if you’re worth this dick yet” My eyes grew as big as saucers. The fuck did he just say to me? I couldn’t help but laugh my sweet doctor had some bite to him.

“I deserve that, but just know it would have been the best you ever had”

The waitress chose that moment to deliver our appetizers, white bean and prosciutto bruschetta. I devoured the food. I needed something to do with my mind and my mouth while I recovered from Jamie’s dig.  After the appetizers, I gave Jamie a summarized version of my life. I glazed over the painful parts. That was way too heavy for a first date. Our main course came and then dessert. By the end of dinner, I was so turned on with this man. His mind, his lips, his body, everything about him was so scrumptious. I needed to have him in my bed tonight.

Once again he escorted me home. “You want to come up for a night?” I said. Looking him dead in the eye. Letting him know without a doubt what I wanted. He leaned closer to me. His clean musky smell was once again tantalizing my senses. He gave me a peck on my forehead. Then he whispered in my ear. “I have to go hiking at five. Can I get a rain check?”

My smile died. I thought he was into me. Did he want to be my girlfriend? The fuck was going on.

“That’s cool,” I countered. In a cool syrupy sweet voice, I said “could I come?”

“Sure! It’s a date.” He replied.

A car stopped at my building and he stated that it was his taxi. He kissed my forehead again and left. I debated calling my meat on the side but it was late, so I reached for Barney, my big purple dildo, instead.

Jasmine Part 2

There was a beeping sound as I regained consciousness. Everything was a little hazy and my brain ached. God my head hurts!

“Good, you’re awake” came a rich baritone voice. A white coat fell into view. I tried to talk but had trouble.

“Don’t speak,” came the sound again. “Nurse!”

I closed my eyes again wishing that my vision would free up. A nurse, I assumed, appeared and started to pull out my feeding tube and other things.

“Miss Harris, I am overjoyed you’re aware. I am Doctor Tounsel. Are you having any trouble?”

“Water,” I replied. My throat felt raw and my voice sounded hoarse and pained. The nurse gave me water through a straw. I kept my eyes closed as a headache worse from the sudden onslaught of bright lights.

“Any pain?” prompted Dr Tounsel. My eyes fluttered and could soon open. Pain racked my body. I looked down and realized they were bandages around my abdomen. My sight fell on Dr Tounsel, he was the most beautiful man I have ever encountered in my life. If I could’ve, I would’ve fanned myself because he was fine as fuck!

“What happened?” I asked

“Someone shot you and then the crowd trampled on you, but you will be fine,” he said in a plain matter-of-fact voice.

“Where am I?”  I asked, “how long have I been here?”

“You’re at Mercy General. You’ve been here about a week. We called your sister Ariel. She’s been by,”

“My mom?” I inquired. Dr. Tounsel shrugged.

Miss petty boots at it again. The nurse showed up with medicine and I was out.

When I regained consciousness again Ariel was in the room

“Hey, little mermaid,” I greeted her.

“Hey princess, how’s Argubar?”

“Same ole same ole, what about Poseidon?”

We laughed so hard. Our mother loved Disney; she’s never been to Disney World, so she named her daughters after Disney princesses. The children in the neighbourhood picked on us mercilessly because of it. How could two black girls who have never left Garrow Isles be named after American princesses? We looked each looked a little like our Disney characters though. Ariel fair skin with reddish-brown curls and freckles to match while I was dark-skinned with long black hair. Though we both didn’t know our fathers we theorized that her father was white because of her colouring. Our mother was a drug fiend and never knew our fathers so we didn’t have much to go on. But thanks to genetic testing I found out that my father was an actual Indian as I had fifty percent DNA match the Middle East. Ariel had a good chunk of Irish. This revealed her reddish curls.

“How are you feeling?”

“I have been better.”

“I am overjoyed you made it cause no way in hell, you gonna leave me with Maleficent,” Ariel exclaimed.

We burst out shrieking. The laughter led to a silent moment when she took my hands in hers and squeezed them. It relived her that I was going to be ok.

I am the older sister. I protected Ariel from it all; the late-night beating from our mom and the men seeking to get into our room after Ms. Harris was too high to perform for them. When Ms. Harris forced me at seventeen to leave home, Ariel, twelve, tagged along refusing to go on living with her. That’s when my math teacher, Mrs. Laing, took us in. In this new environment, Ariel thrived. Whereas I made all A’s without thought she failed every subject in school. Teachers assumed she had some learning disabilities, but turns out; she just needed the support and love that Aunty Stacy provided. Stacey Laing and her husband couldn’t have kids so they adopted Ariel. They made sure she got into a great college and embraced her like their own. They did the same for me, but I had spent too many years with Ms. Harris to accept them with open arms. I always kept them at arm’s length.  Whereas Ariel called her mom, I called her Aunty Stacey. Aunty Stacey never held it against me though. She understood having to be strong for so long.

After I graduated from college, when she deemed me a woman, we chatted about why she took us in. She saw herself in us. She came from an identical position. Her mom immigrated to America when she was two months old and left her with her granny because Stacey’s dad was long gone. At eleven she also migrated. For a young poor girl from Jamaica, going to live in America was the dream. But they ushered her from one ghetto to the next. Big Mike, her mom’s husband and pimp, raped her until she was fifteen then sought to force her into prostitution. Her first night on the street, she ran away. Several years afterwards she met Thomas, and they moved to Garrow Isles,

Stacey and Thomas died in a car accident three years ago. At that point, Ms. Harris made her grand return, a whole bible-thumping zealot.

“Have you seen your doctor? He’s hot as fuck,” Ariel said as she broke my train of thought.

“Ariel! You’re engaged,” I protested only half serious.

“I am engaged not blind!” she blurted out.

She became silent, and I sensed something was amiss “about that, Malik and I will postpone the wedding until you’re all better,”

“You don’t have to do that. You’ve been planning this wedding for almost a year,”

“I can’t have my wedding without my maid of honour,” she replied

“Let Tammy do it. I am certain she had that in mind, anyhow.” I said.

Ariel rolled her eyes. Her BFF is a bitch on wheels but she looked at the best in her. Ariel’s too caring and short-sighted with her loved ones.

“You’re my maid of honour and whenever you’re better is when the wedding will happen,” she brushed her lips against my head as she got up. “I gotta run back to work ok. Please rest.”

She said nothing about my injuries but I suspected she already knew.  She never quite understood why I strip but she said nothing negative. Ariel’s loyal and supportive to a fault.

I was going through some pain. I called for the nurse. She came filled me with some pain meds. I went back to snooze Ville.

Over the next few days, the nurses came and adjusted my dressing. Ariel came around in the evening after work, along with her fiancé Malik. Some times when I slept I swore there was a dark force close to me but maybe I was just high on meds. I didn’t see much of Dr McSexy until he showed up to discharge me.

“How is my patient today?” he asked in his gruff sexy voice.

“rested and ready to return to work,” I replied

“Thatta girl. Well, you are free to go. Will anybody be picking you up?”

“Yea, my sister will be by soon,”

“So aahhhmmm” McSexy cleared his throat and scratched behind his ears “would you like to go get drinks sometime?”

“Yea sure we should do that,”

“Ok ok,” he gave a nervous grin. We exchanged numbers.

My recuperation was three weeks because the only seriousness was my coma, which doctors couldn’t explain. But, they expected me to make a full recovery as it didn’t leave any permanent damage, as the bullet went through torso not touching anything. The police came by feigning interest in solving my case. But I saw in their eyes, they thought I was just a dirty stripper who got what she deserved. They were little more than filthy animals.

Ariel visits every day.  We talk about her wedding plans and the difficulty of getting a nice place last minute since her current wedding venue is not taking any more bookings for months. My spirit sank. I hated to disappoint my little sister even though she reassured me, it wasn’t my fault. It sure felt like it. My compulsion to strip has never affected her or any other aspects of my life until now. Was the stripping worth all of this?

I was in the middle of a new animation when my iPhone chirped.

How is my sexiest patient doing?

I am not your case anymore but we can still play doctor and naughty nurse. I responded.

Tempting but I want to know how you’re doing. 

I felt the blow as if he delivered it himself.  I am doing better.

The phone buzzed and his number showed up. I considered not answering the phone. My curiosity got the best of me.

“Hello,” I answered.

“I needed to ask the old fashion way, so we misconstrue nothing. Can we meet for coffee in about an hour? My shift ends soon, and I wanted to meet up before I hibernate.”

I paused and yelled a silent yes.

“Are you there?” he asked with a concerned voice.

O shit, I thought, “Yes. Yes, I am here and yeah I wanna meet up. Can we make it an hour and a half?”

“Sure,” he replied.

As soon as I hung up I saved my work and jumped up. He was coming from work so I knew it wasn’t a dress-up date. It was possible he just wanted to see if I was fine. With that in mind, I chose a hot pink yoga tights and an oversize white racer back t-shirt. I showered and shaved just in case I got lucky. It has been a while. I put my hair in a big messy bun and head out to the address he sent earlier. It was twenty minutes from my apartment on foot.

He was early, like me. I liked that.  He looked up as if he sensed me. He got up to hug me and pull out a chair for me. That was strange to me. I wasn’t used to this.

“Hey, it’s great to see,” I said as I sat down.

“Likewise,” he said, “I must look like shit, and I just worked a twelve hour shift. I am beat.” He looked incredible. His chocolate brown skin and yellow undertones stood out like a flare to my eyes. I couldn’t stop staring at his perfectly chiseled jawline and a goatee that complimented his beautiful lips. I began picturing them on mine. Were they as soft as they looked?  His top lips were thin and dark but his bottom lips were thick and as pink as my freshly shaved vagina. Long generous lashes stressed his wide, full bushy brows that framed his brown-black smoky eyes. He was perfection, like a Hershey kiss.  I wanted to eat him up and suck on every inch of his delectable skin. I wanted to…

“Coffee?” he asked.

“Huh?” I was lost and confused at this point.

“Do you want coffee?” he said slowly “ I have been asking for a while,” he said with that damn sexy smirk

“I am so sorry. You lost me there.” I said in an earnest voice

He smiled a knowing smile and said fine. He signaled to the waitress and ordered a large coffee for us both. We chatted for a little. I told him about my job as an animator and about my sister. He told me about himself, his parents, where he was from and where he went to school. Our pasts were as different as night and day.

“So I asked you for coffee because I like you ma,” he said as he licked his perfect little lips. “Cuz amma fly dude you know ma.” He laughed so hard when my eyes grew as big as saucers.

I burst out laughing. Dr. Tounsel was silly.

“So you’re laughing at me, Ma,” he said

“Nah, I am laughing with ya blood,” I replied.

“Good, I was gonna come over there for that ass,” I died.  This man had me in stitches.

“But seriously Jasmine, I am a busy man and hate to waste time. I don’t do casual dating. I am looking for someone to be my wife. I ain’t proposing to you. I  just want to let you know what I am about.”

I lost myself in watching his lips move. If he asked me to move to mars in that moment I would have.

“Yes,”

He chuckled. It was a deep sound that vibrated in my pussy. I want this man more than I want my next breath. We finished our coffee and made plans to meet the next day for dinner. I almost skipped when he walked me home.