“Desperate Housewives” A. Dakala

     Four educated, beautiful, and intelligent women who met at a local book club married the men of their dreams and lived the life they all dream of. Megan, Alisha, Cathy, and Samantha, all four were real housewives giving up their own careers to support their husband’s dreams, which in returned created multi-million-dollar businesses. All they had to do was be eye candy for the big corporate events, glamorous for every flick of the camera and stress relievers at home anytime their mates needed some love pampering. These women knew their roles and played them very well, taking care of home first, dinner always cooked daily, waiting on their men like waitresses at a restaurant. Giving up their own careers for love wasn’t easy, but once those diamond carats hit their fingers, there was no turning back.

     After spending months getting to know each other at the local book club, the women decided to introduce their husbands to each other. Everything was following in place; the housewives had their kings, and everyone seemed to be getting alone building the perfect friendships. Ironically the guys started talking about joint business ventures, but one by one their relationships started to crumble overnight due to a surfacing rumor.

     The women only had each other to lean on for comfort and advice. Everyone supported each other for therapy, trying to find out the solution to keeping their marriages together. Relying on their husbands for so long without any means for financial stability, each of the women seen their lives sparrowing out of control. Their husbands controlled every dollar, nothing was in their names, but with so much at stake, they had to make the problem or problems go away by all means necessary. Feeling betrayed by the ones close to them, embarrassed by the media and used by the men who had nothing in the beginning when they first met them, each had a motivate for revenge, seeking their own justice. It wasn’t about the luxury cars and the mansions; it was all about the money, the power and the respect. Until death do us apart!

     “You know our book club has really turned into a great sisterhood for us” Samantha said. “I’m so happy our husbands click with each other and are now hanging out.” “So, what’s the book of this month?” Cathy asked. “I suggest Scars of a butterfly; I hear it has a great storyline to it.” “It must have a juicy love scene in there, you know Megan loves erotic love stories,” Alisha said. “I do not, it’s not about sex; it has an interesting title and the introduction caught my attention” said Megan.

       Like clockwork, the ladies meet up every morning at Star Bucks for coffee, then walk a block to the Internet Cafe’ to meet up with about ten other ladies for their daily book readings. Some of the other ladies have children, unfortunately none of the sisterhood women have kids as of yet, but all are working overtime in the bedroom to produce a few.  Every day the same city workers wait to see the ladies approaching, you should hear some of the comments, nothing negative, but the girls love the compliments never paying them any attention. As they approach the Café’ door, one of the gentlemen crosses the street, damn near stopping traffic to open the door for them. “Aww thank you, you’re such a sweetheart,” Meagan said. “I have a question ladies, everyday ya’ll come to the Café dressed like models, smelling good, I see you all have rings on your fingers, how can I find a woman like this?” says the man. Alisha was the only one that spoke, “well you will know when you find her, just remember in relationships there no secrets, lots of love making and great communication then a relationship can conquer anything” says Alisha. Without anyone of those you’re just fishing in a sea for another fisherman to take your fish.

The worker just smiled as the door shut. The other girls just died laughing, “fishing and fisherman, girl you’re crazy as hell”. “Its true ladies, we have to keep our men happy at all times, look how we Live; what woman doesn’t won’t to get up in the morning; get all dolled up and not worry about going to someone’s job every day?”. “says Cathy.

     “Damn, I left my book in the trunk, now I have to walk back to the car” says Megan. “Girl I will walk with you, don’t want you finding one of the city workers attractive”, said Alisha.” Girl I got my man”.  

     The city workers were busy working this time; a few looked up and smiled. No one said anything to the Alisha and Megan, but they definitely looked as they wanted the attention.

      “Wait for a minute, let me smoke this cigarette before we get to the car” says Megan. She leans across the parking deck rails looking down below. “Alisha come here, isn’t that Juan’s car right there, don’t he have his name on the back of his car?”  “Girl that is him” says Alisha.  Minutes later, Juan walks out of the Waffle House and there’s a chic right behind him. They walked towards Juan vehicle. Megan takes a picture of Juan and the chic as she held on to Juan’s arm.  He opens the car door for her and gives her a kiss. The Chic smiles. Alisha and Megan looks at each other in amazement.

  “In two weeks, Cathy’s husband will be celebrating his 38th birthday and she plans on throwing him a huge surprise party at the yacht club, I hope he is not cheating on her”. “Hell, it’s obvious that he is, we just witness it” says Megan. The women didn’t say anything else on the walk back, their whole demeanor had switched, just trying to make sense of what they just saw. Cathy and Samantha picked up on it right away; you could tell by the tone of their voices that something was bothering them. Samantha excuses herself to the ladies’ room, and then taps Alisha on the shoulder as she walks by to meet her there. Alisha stood by the bathroom entrance with her arms folded. “What happen outside, did one of those guys say something to one of you, because you know our husbands will be up here with a quick phone call”. Alisha told her it’s nothing like that, “Listen I do not want to cause any problems or issues, but we saw Cathy’s husband leaving Waffle house with some woman and they left in his car” says Alisha. “Juan who, Cathy’s husband?” “Yes”. Samantha wasn’t surprised she said she thought she seen him there one other time when she was running late but didn’t think much about it. Even though they knew they

Should not get involved, they knew they had to tell their friend. Samantha had a plan after the book club.

      As things wrapped up, Samantha suggested they all go over to Lenox Mall and sit at the Cheesecake Factory for bunch. Cathy notice something wasn’t right but figured it was just something personal. Alisha and Megan both were making eye contact with Samantha like how in the hell are you going to pull this off. Samantha’s quick-thinking kicks in. “That couple sitting over there, doesn’t even look like they should be in here, he probably sneaking around” she said. “Girl you need to stop, you don’t even know them” Cathy said laughing. “So girls tell me, if one of you were out and seen my man hugged up with another chic, would ya’ll tell me?” At first no one said a word. “Samantha would you tell me?” says Cathy. “Why you ask me first, ask Megan or Alisha first”. “Samantha, you my girl, you all my girls and I never want to see any one of us hurt, but if I did would you believe me?” “Yes, I would because we are all so much alike and we all have a lot in common” says Samantha. Alisha eyes grew watery and decided excuse herself from the table. “What’s wrong with Alisha is Joseph having an affair with someone?” Cathy whispered. “No, but we think Juan is though”. “Juan fucking who, my husband Juan?” “Yes” “Cathy, Alisha and I saw him at the Waffle House when we walked to the car and he came out with some white chic, kissed her and they left in his car”. “Wait, wait, wait, my husband Juan?” Megan pulls out her cell phone and shows Cathy the picture she took. Cathy pulls out her cell phone, no Cathy don’t call him, you got to think smarter, right now your upset and mad. Cathy comes to her senses, Alisha returns and she seen the pain in Cathy’s eyes. “Girl I’m so sorry, we will get through this together”. They all joined hands and prayed. They knew that all of the husbands hung out together and there was a possibility that they were more women about to surface. As a group they decided to monitor things in their own households without saying a word. Instead of spending days at the book club, they would meet up at each other’s home and investigate things.

     As they departed, Cathy tried her best to keep it together, not to break her everyday routine at home. But deep down inside she was boiling like a volcano ready to explode at any minute. “I know his cheating ass go want some sex tonight, I just may cut his penis off” she says to herself. Thoughts were flowing, retracing some of Juan’s actions in her head, the times he said he was working late or had to step out to go back to his office. A month ago, she was picking up his suites from the cleaners and the clerk gave her a receipt that he left in his blazer for a lunch at Pappadeaux’s; he never takes his clients out that restaurant. Her mind was just racing, so much so she ran the red light, and was t-boned at the intersection by pickup truck.

     Cathy could barely open her eyes looking up at the ceiling of bright lights, and a room of voices sometimes overshadowed by the monitor to her left beeping every few seconds. She could feel someone holding her hand but was unable to move her fingers. It took a few minutes until her vision cleared. “Baby can you hear me, it’s your husband” Juan said. “You were in a car wreck, but don’t worry you going to be okay”. Cathy closes her eyes, as tears ran freely down the side of her face. A nurse practitioner started changing her IV fluids; she started to get a little feeling in her neck. Dr. Mason walked in the room, Juan was still holding Cathy’s hand. “How are you feeling young lady, you had all of us scared there for a moment” says Dr. Mason. Cathy still under heavy medication, just stared at Dr. Mason. “Well to let you and your husband know, it’s nothing that time won’t heal, you have a broken collar bone and few cracked ribs”. “Right now, you’re under some pain medication that will start to wear off and you may regain some feelings back soon”. Dr. Mason pats Juan on the back, “You married to a tough cookie, take good care of this special lady”, he said. Juan just smiled from ear to ear. Cathy’s visual was slightly clearing, as she looked over at her husband; she notices he wasn’t wearing his wedding ring. Still unable to completely speak, she just turned her head. “Baby I’m going down to the gift shop, I will be right back” says Juan. As Juan was leaving, her girlfriends were peeping in the room door, “Can we come in?” “How is she doing?” Juan pulls them to the side and gives them an update on her prognoses. As he exited the room, all of their concerned looks, turned into angry faces. “Girl did you see that Negro, he didn’t even have his wedding ring on” whispered Alisha. “Shameful ass” “I can hear ya’ll bitches” Cathy mumbled. “How are you feeling Cathy?” She mumbled “Okay’. They all gathered around her beside and just prayed and prayed. Juan walks back into the room with a boutique of flowers and balloons. This time he had on his wedding ring like no one saw him without it. Everyone talked with their eyes, Megan glances down at Cathy; she just shook her head slightly.

     An hour had passed, there were Nurses coming and going out of the room. Juan was still sitting in a chair by Cathy’s bed. “Juan have you spoken to Curtis today, I been trying to call him but the office said he’s been in meetings all day.” Alisha said. “No, I haven’t had a chance to call none of the guys, once the hospital called me I ran straight here.” Said Juan “Excuse me”, Alisha’s phone was buzzing, she stepped out of the room to take the call. It was her husband Curtis. “Baby are you at the hospital, I hear that Cathy was in an accident” said Curtis “How do you know?” said Alisha “Juan called me and told me a few minutes ago” “Oh really?” “Curtis just doesn’t know he just started a war” she said silently to herself. Once Alisha got back in the room, the other women knew whatever the call was about, it wasn’t good. Juan had to run back to his office and said he would be back. Cathy’s medication started to wear off more and more; she had her eyes open at this point, but still in a lot of pain. As soon as Juan left, Alisha went into a brief rage, “Those guys are hiding something, but nothing of the lies is on the same page”. She said. Megan and Samantha knew it was just a matter of time before their situations started to crumble. A few hours passed, neither Samantha nor Megan’s husband, even showed up at the hospital to see Cathy. Cathy on the other hand had fell back to sleep after taking more pain medication. Alisha called Curtis again to let him know she would be leaving soon, but he didn’t pick up the phone, but when she texted him, he immediately texted right back. “Ladies I’m going to go home, I may come back later to check on Cathy” said Alisha. I could tell by the gloomy look in her eyes that something was bothering her deep down. Samantha and Megan watched Alisha walking down the hallway, still looking at her cell phone every few steps. “It’s hard to imagine being with a man for ten years for him to start cheating”, Megan said. “Hell, I wonder where the hell are our men”, said Samantha. Samantha and Megan were so much alike, they both were tired of their men to a certain point anyways. “Believe it or not girl, I know my man is cheating with someone, we haven’t slept together in over a year”. Samantha said. “A year, girl stop playing” Megan said. Samantha goes on to explain that her husband Joseph got mad a few years back because her ex-boyfriend hit her up on face book that he was in town and wanted her to see Semba, which was their dog they once shared. What made matters worse, Samantha fell for the okie doke and met him, took pictures of Semba and this dumb ass dude sends the photos to my husband. So Joseph goes on a temper tantrum that I shouldn’t be conversing with him and the photos are proof that I still love him. So he started sleeping in the guest room and just made it his place to sleep, we still interact with each other, but there’s no sex and I’ve gotten accustom to it, but he can’t fault me if a girl needs to step outside her house to get some. “Girl have you been cheating?” asked Megan. “No, I haven’t but look at me, what man wouldn’t want me, hell I got needs and if my husband won’t go take care of home, well hell I will be playing house”. You can hear Cathy laugh. “Cathy is you okay?” You could hear Cathy moan, yesssss! “Girl you are crazy as hell, I heard everything” she said very low, “but I feel you, hell I need some as soon as I get these damn cast off my body” she giggled. Samantha and Megan looked at each other and started laughing. For the first time today, Cathy was speaking, each minute she got clearer and clearer. Another hour passed; Megan forgot she told her husband she would be home to cook dinner late. After a few more hugs and kisses, Megan left the hospital and headed home. Samantha stayed behind a little longer waiting for Juan to return before she left but he never showed up. “Go home Samantha, I will be okay, he is probably with his other woman” Cathy said. The tears started to fill up in Cathy’s eyes, she turns her head towards the Television, Samantha watches in silence. She kneels down and kissed Cathy on the forehead, “We’re going to get through this, we all have each other”.  Samantha walks out with so much hatred in her heart. Cathy grabs the sheet of the bed as if she was angry at the world; she knew she had to get healed soon.

     Alisha goes straight to Curtis’s office. The receptionist looks shock to see her there. “Where’s my husband?” He’s not here today. “Earlier you told me he was in meetings all day, so which one is it, he in meetings or not here?” says Alisha. “Curtis took the day off on a personal matter that’s all I know, he advises everyone in the office to take a message for anyone that calls, even his wife”. “Oh really, where did he go did, he say?” “No, he didn’t say”. Alisha quietly walks to the exit door without causing a scene. The ladies in the office just looked at each other, and once she was gone, they all started whispering. “Must be trouble in paradise”, one of the ladies said. Alisha stood beside her car in the parking deck, shaking her head “This asshole thinks he is slick” She said. She gets in her car and drives home to check their bank records online.

     She notices that he hasn’t even attempted to call home. She calls him once more before she decides if she’s got to go ham crazy or not. Once again the voicemail comes on. She texts him, he texts back, “Baby give me a minute I’m on the phone” says Curtis. She waits and waits for over forty-five minutes. Then the phone rings from a private number. “Hello”. “I just want you to know that your husband is cheating on you with me” a woman’s voice said. “Who the hell is this, and how did you get my number?” “Out of your husband’s phone, he’s in the shower at the moment”. Then the lady calls Curtis to verify, “Baby do you need a towel?” “Yes baby, I do” says Curtis. The woman hangs up the phone. Alisha still has the phone in her hand; his voice just repeated itself in her head over and over and over. She pictured herself cutting his dick as he slept, then she started stripping her clothes off, layer by layer. “I can’t believe I let your dirty as hands touch me, no telling where your damn lips been” she spoke out loudly. Alisha stood there naked; make up running followed by her tears. She dials up Samantha. “Hi Alisha girl” “Alisha could barely speak, her words were crackling, “Curtis is cheating on me” Alisha said. Samantha paused for a moment. “How did you find out?” “The bitch he is with called my house and confirmed; I heard his lying ass in the shower”. They stayed on the phone for a few minutes, but Samantha had to go deal with her own issues. Alisha checks the bank accounts and notice that the password has been changed. She calls the bank to get some information but he has changed the password. After speaking with the financial advisor, she realized that Curtis has blocked her from any use of the family accounts. She is dead broke.

     Samantha was married to Joseph an accounting expert, numbers and money was his rise to fame, but he also was a gambler. Joseph and Megan’s husband Walter were best friends since elementary school. Samantha knew there was a chance that Joseph wouldn’t be home, this was something she got use to over the years. Wherever he was act was fine with her. But to her surprise Joseph was home, as she pulled up to the mail box she could see him with his back against the window talking on the telephone. She parks and turns her lights off, then walks down the side walk towards the living room window. Joseph never turned around, but she could hear him telling someone he just needs a couple more weeks to change things. She calls his cell phone, you can see him pick it up, looks at Samantha calling and throwing his phone down. He didn’t attempt to answer. Samantha rushes to open the door, I mean it only took seconds, as she walked in the living room, Joseph was pretending to be looking through a magazine. He forgot to hang up the phone and you could hear a faint voice still talking, sound like a woman but Samantha wasn’t sure. She just looked at him and shook her head. Lately every room she walked in, he walked out of. Their living arrangements were that of roommates almost. Joseph grabs his cell phone as soon as Samantha was out of site. “Let me call you back”. “You didn’t have to hang up from her, I could care less” Samantha hollered from the kitchen. Joseph walks out of the room without saying a word. Samantha goes upstairs to get something from the walk in closet; Joseph has locked the bedroom door, so she bangs on it like the police knocking down the door. Joseph hollers from the other side “What the hell is your problem?” he said. “Open the fucking door” she said. Joseph unlocks the door. “You don’t have to continue hiding your dirty women”. “If you’re so unhappy Samantha why are you still here?” That comment made Samantha furious. Every other word out of her mouth wasn’t that of the child of God. “Remember negro, when I met you, you had nothing and I gave up everything for you to be successful, for us to be successful”. “So why are you angry, you still living good, you still get everything you want” Joseph said. “I don’t care about that; I only care about my marriage”. Samantha stood there waiting on Joseph to response but he never did, he continues putting on his socks, glancing across at Samantha. “Oh by the way, I had you removed from my bank account, you can go open you up one tomorrow” He said. “What you mean have me removed?” Joseph went on an explained that she needs to find her own money that he no longer is supposing a wife who doesn’t pleases her man. Samantha throws her shoes at Joseph; he jumps up and grabs her arm. “Don’t you as long as you living in my fucking house disrespect me again”. Samantha pushes him away runs to the bathroom and slams the door. You could hear Joseph walking out of the room with his keys. Samantha sits on the toilet, wiping away her running nose.

     The only relationship that seems to be still worth saving was Megan’s. She and Walter was the youngest couple out of the fiesta. During all the hoopla going on with the other girls, Megan and Walter were lying in bed doing what they do best just about every night having sex.

     Megan felt Walter making love to her like no man did before.  Her legs were already spread to the limits and were resting comfortably on his broad shoulders.  She was panting and begging him to take it easy on her… but he was half way listening to her.  He drilled her sexually like there was no tomorrow, making the moans and groans louder with every stroke.  Even she tried to stop him with her hands, to no avail. He was excited and wouldn’t stop until filling her with all of himself. “You are really trying to make a baby honey?” she asked. The first release felt so good to her, the perfect pain but realizing he still had three inches more of him still left to pound into her. He was pushing her legs back to the limits and that was far beyond the point where her knees almost could touch the bed.

“The Kessa Lounge” A. Dakala

When I thought my life couldn’t get more crazier, in walked the man of my dreams only to find out that he had a passion and love for music as if he was married to it. For the past three years I have been totally embrassed to talk about my relationship with Germaine Taylor who prefer to be called GRIP; his music name to my girlfriends. All of their men are hardworking guys, some without degrees, but they’re not struggling, though none of them have any outside talents; they all work hard and come home to their women.

This negro of mine has a professional job he has worked for over fifteen years making a great six figure salary. The problem I have with Germaine is, he is fixated on breaking into the music industry but he is fucking forty years old with a body full of tattoos. I am so tired of this shit, coming home to that loud ass rap music blasting from the drive way, no Regina Bell or Anita Baker, all that bumpty, bump bump shit. He wakes up to rap music, always rapping to himself to the point I hate coming home after work. I can’t support his dreams because it’s a fantasy, I mean he is a great writer and performer but so was Michael Jackson and Prince. Sometimes you got to grow up and face reality, not everyone was meant to accomplish their dreams. He needs another hobby, like painting or landscaping something other than being a music artist that’s catered to the kids now.

Tonight one of my girlfriends are having her birthday party at The Kessa Lounge in Buckhead, Georgia; it’s a couple ‘s event. Germaine begged me to ditch the event and come watch him perform for some music executives who he says is flying in from LA. I know it’s a waste of his time, so I came up with a lie to avoid going, I’m sure he will come home tonight disappointed. Any who, I’m going to party with my girls at The Kessa Lounge and I’m thinking about inviting my ex-boyfriend just to have someone with me, so I won’t look unworthy and lonely to my friends. The only issue I have with that; hope he can get away from his dumbass girlfriend.

I’m headed to the mall afterwork to get me a sexy outfit just for tonight, but then again, I just may dress conversative, I wouldn’t want my ex to think he getting some of my na na because I’m reaching out to his ass. If he ever calls me back.

When I got home from the mall, Germaine was packing up with music things and at the same time, my ex was blowing up my phone. There’s no way I could answer my phone with Germaine still at home, them two are like oil and water, fire and gas; They had a major fist fight that resulted in both getting locked up by the police a few years ago. I had to play the supportive woman, wishing him well, go out there and break a leg babe, I told him as I walked him to the door. As soon as, his car was out of the driveway, I returned my ex’s call. To my surprise, it wasn’t him calling me back, it was his woman. “Bitch, you better stop calling my man, if you know what’s good for your trifling ass”, she said. “Honey you mad because you got my left overs”, I told her and hung up. Oh and I also blocked his number. I guess I will be going to The Kessa Lounge alone without a date for sure now. I had No last minute prospects I can call up and I damn sure wasn’t asking none of those bums at the Kickstand Bikers Bar.

Once I got to the lounge with my girls, I felt so out of place. “I am so tired of being the third wheel” I continued saying to myself. No single guys in here to even offer me a drink and I didn’t want to look foolish dancing in a corner alone. This entire forty year rapper shit has really gotten me f’d up right now with Germaine. After my third drink I decided to leave and head home. I lied to my homegirl and told her that I wasn’t feeling well but would make it up too her. In order for me to be happy I need to let Germaine know that things between us is not working out and we need to end this relationship. He’s not going to take it well, I just know it.

Germaine was still out I assumed, once I got home I notice that everything was still left the way it was when I left this evening. I grabbed all the trash bags I could and started throwing all of his things in it. I think he had more cds laying around than clothes. His love for music has become an addiction like a junkie on drugs. He should be looking at me as his drug fix not music. As I was moving the last of the eight bags of clothes to the living room, Germaine calls my phone. I didn’t even bother picking up because I didn’t want to hear about, how his talent has been over looked, or nobody sees his talent because of his age so on and so on. I’m just so ready for this man to leave me alone and go find him a stripper bitch or some gold digger that will do anything to be with a wanna be rapper.

Just as I was finally fallen to sleep, I could hear that loud as hellcat pulling up in the drive way. “Here comes to drama” I said. Germaine comes in talking all loud and ghetto, ” Baby , baby where are you” he said. Then I hear, “what the fuck is this shit, why are my clothes in a trash bag?” I came down the stairs, never gave him a chance to speak, Germaine I want you to get out and go to your homeboys or whatever. I explain to him that, his passionate to be a rap artist should of happen for him twenty years ago. He normally would put up a fight to argue but not this time, I found that to be odd but at least he loading his shit in his car. He placed my key on the table and exited. “That was easy” I said. I watched him drive out of the drive way. I guess I could have at least asked how did the meeting go but for the looks of things not well as usual.

The next morning on my way to work Big Tigger was on V103 morning show talking about never letting anyone dictate your future and never giving up on your dreams when you believe in yourself. This was follow by him introducing the listeners to his special guest. ” To my V103 listeners I would like to introduce to you, Atlanta’s newest and hottest rap artist who amazed record label executives last night with is his performance and signed a five million dollar, 2 year record deal with Def Jam records; I introduce to you all….. GRIP!”

The End.

The Shape of Water by A. Dakala

Last night I didn’t sleep well and it’s starting to show this morning; I’ve already had four cups of coffee in the last two hours. My girlfriend was up late last night arguing with her baby daddy about not receiving child support in two months and about him not spending time with his son on his agreed weekends. Personally I have no problem stepping in for the absent father; infact we actually have fun together as a family.

I try to stay out of her and his business involving their son; unless I see or hear things getting out of hand. The past few months things have gotten out of control; these late-night conversations and me not being able to get any sleep before getting up at 4 a.m. in the mornings to go to work; has taken a toll on my nerves. On one occasion I had to confront her son’s father on calling my girl a bitch in front of little BJ. Everytime she confronts the father about things that he’s not doing there’s always bad vibes circulating throughout our household. Now I have to put my foot down on somethings that has to change immediately or my relationship will end up on the wrong side of the tracks.

This morning I have to fly out to St. Louis on a business trip. Last night me and Tina had a disagreement on whether she should allow her son’s father to pick little BJ up from school since I won’t be available. The only issue I have with that he wants to take BJ back to his house afterwards. So my question to her was “where else will he take him?” and her reply was “he should just wait in our driveway until she gets home from work”. First of all I do not want her son’s father at my house in my driveway while I am out of town. Her first reply was “you don’t trust me do you?”. It’s not about trust it’s about respect; either he is going to be BJ’s father and she allowed him to be just that or he don’t pick his son up from school. Once I said that Tina gets mad and walks out the room and slams the bedroom door.

So sleeping in bed last night felt like sleeping on a block of ice. I knew I would be leaving soon and I wanted to do so on a good love making vibe.

I think she wore my favorite see through lingerie on purpose but we both are stubborn as hell; so no one made the first move. I even got in bed naked to send her a signal; but she turnt over with her back towards me. I pretended to be hot and pulled the covers off of me exposing myself. She looks over her shoulder and said “you better cover him up before he catches a cold.” She then pulled the covers over her head. There’s nothing like being horny, pissed and mad.

Boy Please! By A. Dakala

February 2, 2019; 6 o’clock.

Me and my BFF’s; Shari, Renee and Bonita decided to go to the cabins in the Georgia mountains this weekend, since we didn’t have anything else to do and we all were single now. We all have boy toys to go to in a time of a sexual needs; but nothing serious because any of them were worth settling down with. So as sisters in the name of love; we all decided to break up with all their asses, on the same day at the same damn time.

It’s seems that as the older we got; the harder it was to find a good loving man without having to lose who we were or having to give up our bodies to sex lusters with no goals.

Both men and women at some point in their lives come with so much baggage these days; it’s either baby mama or daddy drama, in between jobs, momma boys or daddy girls, criminal records, no jobs, hustling drugs; hell I could go on and on.

The ones that don’t have extra baggage are unattractive in their own way or no where near qualified to be seen out in public without wanting to attempt to display public affection. I refuse to belittle my qualifications for a steak or seafood dinner date. Why does life have to be so difficult and complicated or is it just me?

So we arrived at the cabins, ready to open up bottles of wine, have a few days of girl talk and see what single men are available for us single women. There was only one issue. It was National LGBT weekend.

Cosmo (sexual content) by A. Dakala

Ethan James and I had a lot in common, his sex gave me an orgasm that I never experienced. His touch sent shock waves through my spine that made my legs shake.

Looking at him made my nipples hard, sometimes the smell of his cologne would have my kitty cat tingling; which resulted in my panties getting wet. There were days sitting at my desk I had to cross my legs; scared that I was going to have an orgasm thinking about his touch. My girlfriend’s say that I’m penis whipped, that I walk around with a Koolaid smile. The feeling this man gives me is so different from the years of quickies and no cuddling after sex I experienced in my last relationship. The other night we actually had phone sex, the first time I ever felt loved without intercourse. The exciting thing about our sex is that it’s something new each time. Tonight is our three month anniversary and of course this is my first time at his place since his sons will be away to their mothers. I wonder how different will things be at his place versus mine?

After work I’m headed to Victoria Secrets to pick up a nice and sexy see-through nightie that I know will turn him on as soon as he see it on my body. The thought of his soft lips touching my vaginal sends shock ways through my pelvis. I found something very sexy; I know he’s going to love it and easy to take off at his convenience.

As soon as I got home I jumped in the shower to freshing up. I had to make sure my nookie was groomed to perfection. My bag is packed and I’m ready to take this to the next level. I hope he bought more condoms because we have went through the last few he had. Plus I am a lady I don’t walk around with condoms in my purse.

Using my navigation to get to his home was very interesting; the neighborhood was very clean and the homes were huge. Damn I wonder if he’s living in something like these, not that it would matter; but damn. “Oh shit!” I slammed on the brakes. “Was that a fucking deer?”, I said to myself. I stopped my car in the middle of the street. A big as deer ran across the street with these big horn like things on his head. I pulled over and called Ethan. “Baby I’m in your area and I almost hit a deer” I said. “Oh baby, I forgot to tell you take it slow through this area; it’s deer season and they will jump out across the road.” “Are you okay love?” Ethan said. “Yes, it just scared me; but I’m fine, be there in a few minutes.”

I made sure I decreased my speed for the remainder of the ride. As soon as I turned on his street my favorite song started playing on the radio; “What took you so long ” by Leon Timbo. What a way to get my sexual mood started and my mind exploring the thoughts of sex. Ethan has no idea that I am really a true freak in the bedroom; I love sex.

Turning down his street of course houses got smaller; no more big houses, but still a decent size neighborhood. Yards were very clean and a few people were out walking; though the sun was setting. “You’ve arrived at your destination” My navigation said.

As soon as I open my car door to get my bag out of the back seat; Ethan walks out of the front door, wearing no shirt looking good. He greeted me with a hug and a kiss; smelling good. “Hello Ethan” some old wrinkle lady next door to him said smiling her ass off. I looked at Ethan and he laughed. He grabbed my bags and started hitting me on my butt as we walked in the house. He’s already flirting and I haven’t been here five minutes.

As I walked in I was amazed at how well decorated his place was. There were nice black art pictures and vases throughout his living room. “I will give you a tour of the place once we get you comfortable” he said. We walked upstairs to his bedroom which was huge and very spacious. He put my bag on the couch he had in his room and took my smaller bag to his bathroom. I followed him and to my surprise he was a neat freak. Everything was in order. “You can put your personal things on that side if you like” he said. Then he walks out and left me there. When I walked out the bathroom into his bedroom, I peeped in his closet to make sure there were no females clothes hanging up. Suits on one side, casuals on another, sneakers alot of them and dress shoes on another side. I saw that he loves ties and belts. I walked out smiling into his bedroom, glance over at his California king bedroom. The first thought that came to my mind was; I can’t wait to be butt naked under his sheets. I walked downstairs and Ethan was in the kitchen fixing food with two glasses full of wine. He wasn’t worried about how long I was upstairs in his space; so far so good. “Help yourself to a glass of your favorite wine” he said. “Aww baby you remembered.” I grabbed the wine and walked over and kissed him. I didn’t ask him what he was cooking because it didn’t matter to me, as long as we were together. “Baby make yourself at home, you can walk around; I will show you everything once we eat until then explore.” “No baby I will wait for my official tour, from a very sexy tour guide” I said. I watched him for a few minutes, finishing my first glass of wine. I poured a second glass and sat in the living room, looking up at his tall vaulted ceilings. I didn’t ask to turn on his television but I did and flipped through a few channels.

Whatever he was fixing smells really good. Dinner was completed and it was delicious. Baked pork chops, Mac and cheese , collard greens and cornbread. I almost started eating before we blessed the food with saying grace. Once we said Amen; I was off to the races as each bite savoried my taste buds.

I was full as a tick. I think we sat at the table and talked for an hour. I got our plates to wash dishes but he stopped me, “baby relax I got this” He said. After he finished dishes he was going to shower and put on a movie for us. One of us is going to get this started and I was definitely in the mood too. “Can I shower with you?” I asked. “Of course you can” he said. I knew my black ass just took a shower before I got to his house; but oh well, the cleaner the better.

I turned off the television and walked up stairs while he was finishing up the dishes.

I took my special nightie out and hung it up and stood there in the mirror naked. Still drinking on my fourth glass of wine. Ethan walks in and grab my waist and started kissing my neck. My nipples instantly starting getting hard and I could feel his penis up against my butt getting bigger. I wanted to turn around and grab it but the neck kisses felt too good. Hell if I don’t sit down I’m either going to drop this glass or my knees are going buckle. Either way those both would be very embarrassing. His hand made their way around to my breast, rubbing my nipples gentlely. I push my weight back on him; placing my glass on the dresser. I reached back to touch his penis, whoa it was batting a four hundred right now. I turned around to face him at the same time pulling his joggers down; trying to get them off. We were in full stride with our kisses. He guided me to the bed and turned me around. Now I’m on my stomach; ass up. He was on top of me kissing my back to my buttocks. I have never had a man kiss my vaginal from the back but he cuffed his hands underneath my stomach and spread my butt cheeks and dived face first into my vjay jay. I clutched the bed sheets, my mouth open but nothing was coming out but instrumental tones of enjoyment. “Oh shit baby” I screamed. He was feasting like if I was a glazed buttered ham. “Don’t stop , don’t stop” I was saying to myself; almost at my climax. “Oh oh baby,” I released so hard I got light headed and weak all at the same time. My vjay Jay has never experienced oral sex in this position. I had to get a second wind but kept masturbating back to back. “I want to feel you” I told him. I turned over on my back pulling at his pants. He stood there naked, with strong broad shoulders and his penis at attention. “Baby get a condom?” I said. There was silence for a few seconds. “Damn I forgot to get more babe” he said. “Shit” I was thinking and looking at his penis at the same time. I knew I could not be having sex unprotected; plus I wasn’t on any birth control but I wanted his ass so bad. I decide too…….

A Heart Choice to make by A. Dakala

Waddell Crosby wasn’t your typical African American male with a college degree, tons of street smarts and loved by the ladies. He was the kind of man that a woman could love one night and call her best friend on other days; someone who would have your back and go to war with you whether you was wrong or right. Once Waddell was committed to you he would give you 100% of him; no part time anything in his life with reason.

A single man who could give a woman more than just a materialistic diamond ring or a Tiffany bracelet; he was the kind of man that most women would dream of having. Someone who showed unconditional love whether it was holding her hand while driving, arms locked while walking across the street or kissing on her neck standing in the checkout line at Walmart. Regardless anyone around Waddell would know that he showed his love to whoever he was with; his smile would light up a room; his well-groomed beard was somewhat perfect as if he was modeling his beard for a magazine cover, his cologne scent traveled from block the block. Fahrenheit was his favorite cologne; both men and women would always approached him and compliment him on how good he smelled.

But now there’s a new year approaching; 2019! Waddell is ready to settle down with one special woman in his life. The problem he’s having is he has been dating consistently three different women. There’s been no commitment to either woman just consistently dating, conversing on the phone but he have had sex with all three of them at some point throughout the course of dating them. Each one of these females bring something different to the table that one doesn’t have and now Waddell has to decide on the qualities that these female brings. Which one are branded qualities and which ones are qualities that could make a break a good love relationship.

First there was Fresca Sparkle, she’s sweet as black cherry citrus on a hot summer day but cold as winter. She was smart as Albert Einstein; love to read books and would correct you for using improper grammar as if she was a school teacher wearing Gucci shades standing in high heels. Well educated; holding a master’s degree. She really could have been a doctor. The problem with Fresca; she wasn’t consistent or persistent and couldn’t remember what she did day after day. She wasn’t into fashions, brands didn’t mean nothing to her. A typical day of dressing up for her would be wearing a nice sweatsuit with some flip flops and she would throw her long black hair back into a ponytail but she was sexy as hell though and very beautiful. She reminded me of a California woman cool, calm and collective that just wanted to be loved by a good man. Sex with her was like flipping a coin, some days it was good, some days it was just ok and sometimes it didn’t exist. When we was out on a date we had a great time holding hands, conversing and laughing with each other as if we were best friends and lovers; but there was another side to her that I hated. She always wanted to play the victim never was wrong, always was right and not to mention I caught her in so many lies I just never addressed it, it just wasn’t that serious to me. Another thing that I observed was all of her friends seem to be gay or lesbians.

One thing I did love about her though; no matter what she had my back. She never put her friends before her man even though I truly wasn’t her man but we were dating and she would drop her plans that she had to spend time with me on any given day. Fresca loved cleaning her house always kept it clean very family oriented; that definitely was a plus coming from a man who wanted to have kids and build his own foundation of a family. She paid her bills on time, she didn’t club, she didn’t drink unless it was socially and she never smoked. She was a good girl trying to be better and made it to the scale of wifey material possibly.

Secondly there was Constant Bauman; sexy as hell on the outside, wore the latest fashions, smell good and look good in everything she wore; a true diamond in the rough. Whatever the latest fashion and brands out there where she had it or plan to get it. The problem I had with her was she had low self-esteem and she couldn’t seem to make her own decisions without seeking the advice of her fake friends. Once again another female playing the victim like her shit don’t stink. Another issue I had with her was it seemed that all of her friends around her were gay or lesbians even though she claimed that she was 100% straight. I can tell in conversation that she’s dated a lot of men in her past life not that she’s had sex with all of them but she’s dating a lot of men most of them were drug dealers, on drugs at some point or proclaim to have money.

Now what I did love about her is the sex we had was off the chart; it was no holds bar. Whatever we wanted to do we did. I was truly addicted to making love to this woman; it was always exciting, full of energy and she threw it back just as much as I gave it to her. I can honestly say I never had a sexual complaint when it came to her, hell I’m thinking about sexing her right now as I’m writing this. She loved cleaning her house; always kept it clean; sometimes I wondered was it all just a showboat to impress people. Was she wifey material? She could be but there was a few things that she definitely would need to work on; like handling the same things that she dishes out. She was a work in progress; a good girl trying to be better.

Thirdly there’s Anastasia Faust; also a very smart and intelligent individual that would sometimes give you the impression that she knew way more than you did on any subject, any topic, any time of the day. She would definitely intimidate a weak man especially when it comes to making life decisions. Granted every man in her past life followed her lead as if she wore the pants. I guess that’s what happened when a strong-minded woman meets a man with no potential and the men in her past had no potential for what I’m hearing.

One of the things I didn’t like about her is not having enough drive in her life to do better or want more. Yes she was college educated but I still feel like she didn’t apply herself. She had a great mind for business, good with numbers, great with her hands; love to figure things out or read instructions and put things together. Family oriented on a scale of 1 to 10 I would say she was a four. The type of woman who at some point in her life wanted her freedom away from kids. Now when it comes to having a clean house, she damn sure was a pack rat and the whole time that we’ve been dating; I never seen her pick up a broom, a mop or even dust rag; kind of reminded me of a hoarder.

One thing I did love about her is the sex was great. Definitely no holds bar; there was no rules or no regulations; she could go all night; I made a tap out a few times. I never had to initiate sex with her as soon as she seen me it was hugs, kisses and then she would start unbutton my clothes. A true man’s dream; I’m closing my eyes now just picturing the softness of her lips on my entire body from head to toe. Well she wifey material definitely with alittle adjustment. She didn’t club, she didn’t smoke and she would only drink socially; she just loved having a good time and just wanted to be loved by a good man. A good girl trying to be better.

So I decided in the year 2019 I was going to make a final decision and choose only one of these ladies to be a part of my life, my circle, my growth and the last brick to my foundation. So I decided to choose from a very heart decision; Ms.!

Quepasa by A. Dakala

Sitting at the bar having my usual shots of tequila. Mentally I’m exhausted from work and my home life seems to be a joggling act; trying to get my house sold. Not to mention I had to curse out my next door neighbor for allowing his deranged mutt to continuously shit on my lawn after I threaten to call the dog pound.

Once again I find myself giving someone chance after chance. Back to my mental exhaustion; I guess it has a lot to do with how my love life seems to be a run away train at times. Then the bombshell of the entire week was finding out my man has a child on the way with my manager’s sister that he has been keeping a secret from me. Though I didn’t know he dated this incompetent ghetto barbie until I saw his picture on my manager’s Facebook page. As I think back to it now I’m wondering is this the reason I keep getting looked over on promotions I apply for and my home sex life seems to be a daily excuse.

Today hasn’t been a good day; the ghetto Barbie is here visiting her sister; my manager at the office and I have to look her in her face. I want to curse her ass out and beat that ass but I blame my so call man. I know my manager knows a lot more then I do about the situation. If I could just get her ass fired or key her car may be flatten her tires or loosen the lugs; I would feel better. Mentally I want to get revenge on everyone around me that’s involved with this shit show. Being the Christian woman I’m trying to be i know that’s not right.

Last night he called me trying to apologize in one breath and then in another breath he’s trying to say that she was there for him when I wasn’t. I guess me giving up my dreams of getting my master degree and taking out loans so his ass could have a car to drive to work or paying his past due bills so his beacon score could look halfway decent wasn’t me being there for him. This sorry son-of-a-bitch didn’t even have the nerve to come home on my birthday and I took off that day from his request.

Tonight I think I’m putting his ass out I don’t give a damn where he goes, I know he can go stay with her; for my understanding she lives with her sister. I think today is going to be my last day at work; I’ve had it up to here I have a nice savings account that I can afford to be without a job for at least 6 months. There should be no problem for me finding a job and after tonight I know shit will hit the fan at work because I’m about let it all out.

So my plan is to prepare a nice lovely steak dinner, with salad, loaded baked potatoes; and his favorite bottle of wine. I might have Marvin Gaye or Teddy pendergrass playing and then I’mma let his ass have it as I throw all that shit in the garbage can, with a thank you card and his suit case standing by the exit!

Searching for King by A. Dakala

As I look back on the one person that got away; I’m often reminded that I may not ever find my King. My life changed the day he left and hasn’t been the same since.

It was my best friend; Mary’s birthday coming up next week and also Black Gay Pride anniversary in Atlanta so the city will have parties on every corner. It was also my boyfriend Curtis King’s best friend engagement dinner that he had been asking me to attend with him for weeks. I admit I did say I would go only because Mary hadn’t made any plans for her birthday as of yet. As the days got closer to the engagement party I knew I had to give him an answer. So I guess I will have to miss out on my best friends party I really wanted to go; being with my boyfriend’s friends will be so boring and they are so corny. All these guys wanted to do is sit around talking about their pledging days in college. Everytime I meet one of them; there were a different chic present thinking she was cute as hell with a need to make a lace front hair appointment as soon as possible look. This one chic had it out for me I believe, everytime I looked up she was rolling her damn eyes at me and in Curtis face every chance she got. Tonight I guess I will confirm my plans with Curtis once I get home.

I was already to confirm when Mary called me; as I was putting the key in the door to enter the house. “Tamika, girl it’s all set, I have rented us a mansion over in Sandy Springs for my birthday bash” she said. “Shit” I said out loud. “Is something wrong girl?” “Mary, I will call you right back let me get in the house and get settled”.

“How are you babe?” Curtis said as I stood by the door taking off my heels. “It’s been a long long day” I said. I tried to avoid any eye contact with Curtis; knowing he was expecting an answer from me. But he was very pushy and methodical. He grabs me by my hands and pulls me into his chest, kissing my neck. Then those words surface, whispering into my ear; baby since it’s hard for you to decide on what you are doing, go ahead and go hang out with your friends. My heart stopped for a moment. “Why you don’t won’t me to go now?”. “I do but I don’t want you to disappoint your friends to hangout with my lame boys”. I couldn’t have said it better. “Ok” I said. I pushed myself out of his arms and pulled out my cellphone. As I looked back at Curtis he had already went upstairs.

“Mary I’m going to your party, Curtis had a change of heart and encourage me to go; girl it’s on and popping now” I said.

Curtis was at the top of the stairs ear hustling; listening and sending out “she fell for it” text messages to his friends.

Curtis had it all planned out, crashing her girlfriend’s party to get down on one knee since most of her friends would be there and asking her to marry him.

The day of Mary’s party created the perfect mood, I sexed Curtis so long last night as if it would be our last supper. He slept like a baby, all I could do is think of the party and the nasty shit that’s about to take place tonight. I made sure he was satisfied by doing some freaky shit I normally don’t do.

Mary called and said the surprise were all set and this was going to be a circus of a great time to remember for life.

Curtis left the house; saying he had something to get together for tonight, I paid his ass no attention.

Once I was at the party, the liquor and food was popping, all the girls were there we all changed into just bra and thongs. Allot of titties and ass walking around. Then the doorbell rang. It was all chocolate muscles and penis and a couple of bad bitches too. Oh my God these guys were packing, all I could think about was my poor old uterus. The girls were beautiful and had big asses. I’m not big curious but tonight I was.

We all picked the guys and girls we wanted and the fun began.

A hour into our orgy the door open and someone stopped the music; we didn’t realize it. There were cameras and confetti, and my mouth dropped as Curtis should there with his friends and mother with a black box in his hand. I couldn’t move sitting on this random guys lap with his penis erected inside me and my hands gripped around the titties of another woman. Mrs. King , Curtis’s mother walked out, I jumped up, with Siemen dripping from my vaginal lips to reach out to Curtis. He turned his back and walked out.

That was the worse day of my life. Fast forward I’m now with a loser, who will not keep a job. The sex is terrible and I’m scared to leave him from the threats of harming me. I feel trapped.

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