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1. Ms. Thang 2. Gemini Lovers 3. Love Lost |
Ms. Thang by Ms. Shy
I can’t stand this bitch. Every time I come in this club, she is in here shaking her ass and vibrating all over the place like she’s a damn cell phone. Ms. Thang thinks she’s slick. But I already peeped what's up with her. According to ghetto sources, she’s is the Jezebel of the south. My best friend’s sister’s baby daddy’s cousin told me her pussy is so loose you can stretch the lips out a mile long, and even though she claims to be 100% lesbo, she's really an undercover dick diker. At least that’s what I heard. Ms. Thang walks up to the gay bar with her nose in the air. She does have a pretty smile but she is just too conceited for my taste. Surprisingly, she always manages to get some new club dummy to buy her favorite drink, Sex on the Beach. Shit, if you ask me, she ought to be drinking Slut in the Club.
After she sucks it down, she leaves the poor stud standing there like a lost kid in a grocery aisle. She heads to the dance floor with a Newport clasped between her middle and index finger. I gotta give it to her, the hoe can dance. With a Clydesdale ass, thick thighs and bouncy breasts she seductively maneuvers her way through the crowd. The song switches from the fast paced club banger “Walk it Out” to the freaky skank anthem, “Promiscuous Girl’. She throws her head back and let out a high pitched “Aaaah” and lets everybody around her know that’s her jam! She sways her ten pound weave and drop it like its hot. I’m about to throw the fuck up. She bends over to reveal her booty cheeks that are about to drop outta her shorts, if I dare call them shorts. They look more like a pair of jean panties. She starts to do the "Sanchez" and a large circle begins to crowd around her. As if the D.J. is reading her mind, he changes the beat to “Dirty Wind” and this heffa goes buck wild. Some people don’t know whether to be amazed or shell shocked cuz her ass is moving faster than a speeding bullet.
A luscious lady reaches out to playfully squeeze Ms. Thang on her ass. Soon everybody’s grabbing for a piece. I think she’s a hoe, but I ain’t stupid enough to pass up a chance to feel on her badonkey-donk so I slap her on the ass too! She winks at me and motions for me to dance with her. I shake my head and walk away. Suddenly a hand grabs hold of my wrist. My body jerks back and I spin around. My eyes peer into a set of beautiful dark brown eyes. One of the sexiest studs in the club has approached me. I was so damn busy observing Ms. Thang that I hadn’t notice this fine sistah inching her way towards me. She pulls her long dreds out of her round, hard face and in a bedroom voice asks, “Why you leaving the dance floor? Don't you wanna dance?” I tell her, "I have to go to the bathroom, and primp a little. I'll be right back." Truth is, the club is hot as hell and I'm sweating - profusely. I head to the bathroom to wipe away the sweat from my brow and make sure my lip-gloss is poppin. Then I exit and glide back across the dance floor like I had on a pair of ice-skates. But my hopeful hook-up is nowhere in sight. Disappointed, I take another glance across the room and notice Ms. Thang is not done yet.
As the last song of the evening floods the packed club, she starts to roll her hips and grind on her dance partner. She imitates the act of oral love-making and pushes her partner’s head down towards the crotch of her hoochie shorts. Then she does a few belly dance moves. I laugh quietly cuz I know the bitch ain’t half as good at dancing as I am. Just as she is about to make a baby on the floor, the DJ announces that it's time to roll out. The lights brighten and Ms. Thang quickly grabs her dance partner’s hand and drags her out of the club. I decide it’s time to leave myself. Before I can step out the door, someone yells, “Hey, Ms. Thang! You coming next Friday?” WTF? I know this chic ain’t talking to me. I turn around and point my finger at my chest and mouth, “Me?” The girl says, “Yeah! You was killing it on the floor tonight. And you look so sexy in them shorts girl. Imma see you later!” I dash away from the line forming at the club door. I run back to the bathroom and take a long look in the mirror, only to find Ms. Thang starring right back at me. DAMN. Why does my alter ego have to be HER? LOL
THE END
Gemini Lovers by Ms. Shy
Tonight is the night for my fantasy to become a reality. Curiosity has driven me to anxiety. I desire so badly to explore the unknown. At first I felt shy even contemplating on giving myself to you. But my shyness dissolved when you made your intentions known. Now, I am fully confident in stepping into your world. I jump as the phone rings. Although I've been anticipating your call my hands tremble as I flip open my cellular to hear your sweet voice tickle the inside of my ears. You inform me that you're on your way. You tell me to be ready for you. As the seductive words slide off your tongue, my arousal leaves a stain in the silk crotch of my panties.
I go to the bathroom. I remove the moistness and re-freshen so when we discover each other's body there will be nothing unpleasant about our experience. I trim the fine hairs of my jungle to ensure you can maneuver your way comfortably when you drive your tongue through my uneven terrain. Next, I spray my strawberry scented body splash into the air and quickly glide through the mist so the faint smell on my skin can entice you when you're close to me. Then, I return to the living room and light the 14 strawberry scented candles you bought for me to mark the date of the first night we share intimacy - tonight. After the 14th candle is lit, I return to the sexual position you instructed me to be in so when you walk through the unlocked entrance you can waste no time. My baby oil doused ass rests on the edge of my soft leather recliner. My legs are straddled over the arms. A miniature cup of strawberry syrup is propped between my breasts. I'm thinking of the moment when you will tip the syrup over to make a sugary red river flow down the center of my body. My thoughts are interrupted with a soft noise. I stir, but stay in position. It's the sound of the doorknob turning.
You quietly let yourself in. The shadow of your silhouette prances along the walls as you make your way across my living room. I close my eyes for composure because I feel myself begin to shiver. I suddenly get nervous as hell because I have a feeling you're going to do your damnest to back up every freaky thing you said you would do to me. But as soon as I feel the soft touch of your hands graze the side of my neck, my breathing returns to normal and I allow myself to relax. Why should I be afraid? You whisper in my ear that you're only here to please me. I believe you. I trust you. And I am now ready to completely let go. You take me into a dimension of ecstasy by first kissing my eyelids. I open my eyes. I stare back at you, boldly and unashamed. You kiss my nose, cheeks, chin, and lips. Your kisses are slow, careful, and gentle. I part my lips to allow your tongue to taste mine. We tongue wrestle until both of our chests are heaving madly. The strawberry syrup accidentally tips over in the heat of our passion. It's all good because you don't miss a beat. You immediately go to work. And when you clock in, you come to work with all the tools you need to get the job done right.
“Ooooh, Baby.”
A moan escapes my lips. They’re the first words I say to you. I can feel you smiling while your tongue makes miniature circles on the inside of my juicy walls. The shit feels so good I throw my arms in the air and grip the upper back of the recliner. Your name becomes a song. Hearing my melodic shrills encourages you to dive further. Normally it takes me a while to come. But, because you know my body just as well as I do, I know it won't be long. My clit is screaming for relief, but you're not letting up until you've licked and slurped up every single drop of the strawberry syrup. Your left hand caresses my breasts while your right hand assists your tongue with my insides. You don't finger me hard because you know how a woman really likes it. Instead, you flick the upper part of your index finger strongly and moderately at the opening of my womanhood and let your tongue do the rest. The pressure is too much.
My climax is nearing and you know it. So you thrust your tongue deeper. You slow your pace slightly and use your lips to suck my outer lips. You briefly exit your main course meal to get a side order of my salad. And you toss it just the way I like it. Yes, you don’t neglect any part of my jungle. You explore every nook and cranny. My head is spinning and my legs tremble involuntarily. Before I can guess your next move, you drive back up into my humid cave, ready to excavate. Your breath heats me up inside, like how a child breathes on a window in the wintertime to see it fog up. I shiver and shake, and scream. Then I release. I give you the treasure you’ve been so diligently hunting for. It is the loveliest orgasm I've ever had. I cry tears of sexual satisfaction and stare down into your eyes. You rest your head on my chest to let me calm down, because every woman knows that after the first orgasm, our asses are too sensitive to stand any more right away.
I smell your hair and your scent is like my own. You're body is also just as beautiful as mine. I appreciate every curve, every characteristic. Every single part is infatuating. We mirror each other - like Gemini. I remember the saying, "Don't knock it ‘til you try it" and it couldn't be anymore right on time than now. I look forward to returning the experience and exploring other sexual activities with you tonight. There's a second miniature cup of strawberry syrup in the fridge and it's waiting for you.
I don’t hesitate. After my breathing returns to normal, I wrestle you, pin you on your back. You know my intentions. You giggle childishly. When you see the fiery desire in my eyes your smile fades. Your eyes lower. They become mesmerizing and glimmer with the hopes of sexual healing. I straddle your legs and lean your head back so I can taste you too. I take the strawberry syrup and watch it flow down, down, down. I reciprocate the love you’ve shown me. I dive tip first into your hot spring. You taste good. You smell good. I hum as I let my tongue experience a new taste it has never had the pleasure of knowing before - womanhood. I love it. And I love you, my Gemini Lover.
THE END
Love Lost by Ms. Shy
She hates me. Every ounce of her being screams her heart's discord. Even still I find her sexy, sultry. She beats into my chest as if it's a worn African drum. When her fists become weakened, she uses her voice to express her frustration. Her tears pour out like water spewing from a titanic wave. The wet droplets of grief drench my suit. I hear her pain. I understand her agony. I am mesmerized by her anger. I love her hate for me. This is the kind of hate that shows she really cares. It is her response to the inevitable drama of a man who has been caught with his pants down.
I whisper apologies into her ear for hurting her again. I tell her it is the last time. She shakes her head and refuses to listen to another word. She pulls away, cursing and threatening to close this chapter of her life. It's over. She repeats the words until they become a raging tune. But I know it's not over between us. It will take a week of begging and pleading, unwanted phone calls at work, un-welcomed visits at night. Then she will see how persistent I am to keep her in my life. She will play hard to get, but I will work even harder. I will shower her with expensive gifts. I will wine her and dine her like I did when we first met. A dozen red roses will be delivered to her cubicle every day. Her friends and nosy co-workers will be nauseous with jealousy, which will make her feel privileged and powerful. I will prepare her meals and give her foot massages as the sun sets. It will make her feel pampered and appreciated. Then, I will sing silly love songs and accompany my serenades with breakfast in bed every morning until she grows to despise scrambled eggs and pancakes. This will remind her that I am humorous, loving, and a romantic. Eventually it will all pay off because I will repossess her heart and mend it. I will make love to her mind. Then we will engage in a make up love session that will last for days. After it's all said and done, she will realize that it was only sex, that the other woman doesn't mean anything to me. She is my queen, and will reclaim her throne. She is the woman I love. But at the moment, to my dismay, she doesn't believe any of that shit.
She pulls off the promise ring I recently gave her. I tell her it's not necessary to take it off. But she insists. She says she can no longer wear it because it is now meaningless. It bears no value. When the ring finally slips off her finger, she throws it blindly to the other side of the room. I stare down into her dark brown eyes and tell her I love her. She snorts, and humph, and hisses. With her hands on her hips, her chin in the air, and her hair madly strewn across her flushed cheeks, she calls me a liar. I readmit my faults. I scrutinize myself for the sake of her mourning heart. I compassionately confess my love to her. I share my hopes and plans for a future with her. She tells me I should have thought about all of that before I decided to fuck her best friend.
I want to flip the script. I want to remind her of her past misdeeds. I want to throw up her past disloyalty to justify my infidelity. But I don't. I just wrap my arms around her and when she begins to squirm, I squeeze tighter. She yells that I'm hurting her. But I know she is exaggerating. She just doesn't want to allow herself to submit her heart to me. She pounds her fists into my loins. Her revised story of my betrayal echoes through the room. Even as she rants and raves for me to release her, I get an erection. My penis begins to throb. I get that tingly feeling a man gets right before he is about to engage in a sexual experience with the woman of his dreams. My mind flashes back to nights of passion with her. My head becomes dizzy from sudden reflections of this woman pleasing me emotionally and sexually like no one else ever has. Tears begin to well up in my eyes. For the first time in my life I come to realize that I could possibly lose the very thing I've always wanted. The fear of not having her in my life rushes in like a ten feet high wave on an amateur surfer.
Then, I am speechless. The room becomes darker, almost eerie. The mere thought of me losing my prize cuts me deep, and I began to sob uncontrollably. It registers in my mind that along with my pride, my ego, and my machismo, my heart will be hurt as well. Love Lost I release my grip. She backs away cautiously. While she studies me, I lose all control. Even before she reacts, I feel desolate. My heart begins to ache. My tongue refuses to do its job. I am left mute, struck by contempt and regret. Her hands tremble as they graze the side of my face. She caresses my checks. She wipes away my tears. She tells me she is sorry that it has to end this way. And then she walks away, out of my arms, out of my home, out of my life. And for the first time in my life I discover how heartache can be attained quickly with no resolve. I will have to live with the guilt. I will have to let it burn. I will have to deal with the pressures and reality of love lost.
THE END
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