My Alternate Self Pt. 3
Monday, June 15th, 2009 | Short Stories | No Comments
“I despise what you’ve done to me.” I looked at Zamora with hatred so strong even she was stunned or maybe amused was a better word for it. A smile slowly spreads across her face.
“You don’t hate me. You want to hate me but you can’t you envy me. You wish that you could be me. And you can.”
I sat there in silence. The water that was so comforting became ice cold. I lifted myself from the water and walked through Zamora. I would pretend she did not exist. As I walked past her I felt a chill and the substance that was once her became nothing but air. Tiny strings of smoke floated towards the ceiling. She was gone. Finally I could find peace. I stretch along my bed and let the satin sheets comfort me. I had to find a way to deal with Zamora. I thought the best way would be silence. I didn’t want to think about it so I allowed myself to slip into a silent slumber.
Zamora hadn’t visited me in two days. Relieved that I hadn’t had to deal with her, I pulled myself out of bed and dressed for work. When I arrived at work I noticed my supervisor in his office. He looked at me with the oddest smile on his face. I spoke and continued to my desk. I tried my best to concentrate on my work. I began to hear the seductive whispers of Zamora. She was calling me, challenging me to take what I knew I wanted. I tried to fight her. I wanted to fight her, but she knew how to take possession of the thoughts I thought only I controlled. I thought about my supervisor and his odd but beautiful smile. It was a seductive smile. It was a smile that hid a secret meaning of desire.
Zamora entered my body. I was intoxicated with her power. Her energy coursed through my veins. I rose and walked to my supervisor’s office. Zamora talked through me.
“Having lunch in your office today Chris?” The words flowed from my lips. He looked perplexed because he wasn’t eating anything, but he would be soon enough. I walked to his desk and touch his smooth skin. I placed one leg on the arm of his chair, exposing my pink satin panties. I moved them to the side. “I want you to taste me.” I began to move his head towards my center. He didn’t object.
He began to gently rub his tongue across my clitoris. Up and down, left and right, I began to move my hips to the gentle rhythm of his tongue. I started to tingle. I wanted an orgasm so bad. I noticed the bulge in his pants. I mounted him and began to gently roll my hips. I wanted to feel him deep inside of me. I wrapped my legs around him moving up and down as I rubbed his head. I wanted to make his eyes roll and his toes curl. I rode him until he began to shout my name. I rode him until I began to see people gather outside of his office door. I fed off of the surrounding audience. They were there watching me and I didn’t mind giving them a show. I took one of my breasts and began to rub my nipple, running my fingers slowly across the tip. I locked eyes with one of the onlookers. I smiled at him and mouthed the words “you’re next” as I climaxed.
“Thanks for the ride” I said as I lifted myself from Chris. He stood there speechless. I smiled and walked out of the office. Zamora and I were taking the rest of the day off. I walked out of the door. Everyone tried to pretend that there weren’t listening but I didn’t care. I grabbed my purse and walked out of the door. Zamora had taken over and I stopped fighting. It was no use trying to resist her charms.
Zamora’s power surged through my veins. I liked the feeling she gave me. It was a feeling of power, freedom. I had succumbed to her. I could no longer fight my urge to allow her to use me. I waived my white flag of surrender and we were now one. She could use me as she willed. I lay there on my bed. My eyes were closed. I was lost in thoughts of my early actions. Zamora had allowed me freedom. There was once a time when right and wrong mattered to me but now nothing mattered but what I wanted. I held no concern for things, each day of my life would now be an adventure. Every step I would take would be infused with determination and excitement.
I got up and walked to the bathroom mirror and surveyed my reflection. Zamora stared back at me. I was her and she was me, we were now one and I, with the help of my alternate self, became free.
The End
My Alternate Self Pt. 2:
Monday, June 8th, 2009 | Short Stories | No Comments
I’m now a huntress on the prowl. I don’t know what I’m looking for, but I will know when I find it. Zamora tells me to leave my apartment. I move with this newfound courage and step onto the elevator. There is a couple there. The man is watching me.
“He is attracted to you. He wants you.” Zamora whispers to me. I look at him and see him undressing me with his eyes. I stand there, my black dress clinging to my body. The fabric feels smooth against my skin. I am wearing nothing underneath because Zamora thought it was best. I stop the elevator and turn towards the couple. Zamora is directing me, telling me what she wants me to do. I lean against the door and then I touch myself. He is watching me and she is watching him. I pull my dress to my hips and expose myself. I touch my softness, which soon becomes moist. I move towards this nameless man. He is there frozen, trying to direct his attention to anything but me. I place my fingers in his mouth. The lady pulls him back. I look at her and then smile. She’s a beautiful woman. I avert my attention to this blonde haired woman with the almond shaped eyes. I reach to touch her cheek. My fingers begin to caress her lips and then her neck while my other hand touches his hardness. I unzip his pants and fall to my knees. I massage him with my tongue as I use my fingers to bring her pleasure. They are kissing one another as tiny moans of pleasure escape their lips. The man begins to ejaculate. As he releases, I feel Zamora leaving me. I look at the man and I feel as if I’m awakened. I’m on my knees in a public elevator with people I don’t even know. I feel embarrassed and ashamed. Even through the clumsiness I swiftly bring myself to a standing position and press the button to open the elevator door. I can hear words being said but I don’t stop to acknowledge them. Walking back into my apartment I fall to the floor. How could I have done something like this? How did I allow her to take possession of my body or my mind?
In my apartment I wallow on the floor in my own self-loathing and pity. I’m disgusted by my actions and furious that Zamora would leave me feeling so low. Somehow I find the strength to move. I turn the faucet on. My body feels dirty and I want to wash away the horrible deed I had done. I lower myself into the garden style tub and let the warm comfort of the water calm my mind. While the water was working its magic my mind began to drift. Suddenly the lights went out and I feel a chilling wind caress my face. Stunned, I retreat further into the water. There she was again.
“Hello again.” She is speaking in the voice I know to be mine, but she sounds much more seductive. I look at Zamora and I hate her.
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06/15/2009
My Alternate Self
Monday, June 1st, 2009 | Short Stories | No Comments
My Alternate Self
There she stands, watching me. She taunts me, her eyes saying deceit is justified. She moves forward as if she floats on a cloud. Her hair is long, dark, and straight. Her skin is the color of chocolate and her lips are full. She speaks to me in a familiar voice. A voice that I know to be my own yet the words are not. This unfamiliar tongue she speaks I do not know, yet I understand.
“My name is Zamora, demon of deceit, protector of lies.” She stands still. Her eyes never shift. I stare blankly at Zamora. She has just proclaimed herself demon of deceit. She is the protector of lies. I watch Zamora. Why has she come to visit me?
“What do you want?” The words barely escape my lips.
She answers. “What do you want?” Her voice carries an echo as if we are saying it at the same time. Zamora smiles, “I have come to give you what you desire most, uninhibited freedom.”
“I don’t want your freedom. I don’t want your gifts of lies. “I attempt to defend myself, but even as I begin I know that these are only lies. I long for the freedom that she is offering me. Yet I feel that the price is too steep. “Depart from me!” I say. I turn my back to Zamora and begin to walk away.
She is next to me. Zamora moves without moving, Again she smiles. “I shall return,” where her final words and then she was gone.
For two days I hear her voice swarming in my head. She is there with me. I can feel her presence. In the shadows I catch a glimpse of her tall frame. Lying in my bed I become frightened. I reach to turn on my lamp; I have to see if she’s there. She’s not. I am alone. In the warmth of the bright light I am now able to sleep.
Zamora is in my dreams. Those taunting amber eyes speak to me. Her silence says it all. Those eyes say I will belong to her. Attempting to fight these thoughts I wake myself and I look around. The room is empty and somehow the lamp is no longer on. Even though I cannot see her, I feel her presence. What is seemingly a hand touches me. I look and there is no one there. This soothing feeling travels the length of my thigh. She is seducing me. I feel the warmth of a kiss upon my neck. I close my eyes and know that I am vulnerable. I open my eyes and there she is hovering over me. She has taken on a translucent appearance. I try to push her away from me but my arms go through her.
“Don’t fight it. Let me free you.” She is even closer to me now. I succumb to her pleas and soon I feel her enter me. My body begins to tingle. I am electrified by the power that has encompassed me. I feel Zamora moving me. I stand and begin to walk to my closet. She is leading me. My movements are now graceful and seductive. I float from place to place. I don’t know where Zamora is leading me, but I don’t have the strength to stop her.
My Extra Part VI
Monday, May 11th, 2009 | Short Stories | No Comments
Epilogue
“I know this is a hard decision, but it’s the right one.” I could hear someone speak, someone with an accent.
“I know. She’s been in a coma for almost two months. What kind of quality of life will she have hooked to a machine? I know it’s the right decision.” My husband. He was here. Coma. I couldn’t be in a coma. I could hear things around me. The beeping of the heart monitor, the conversation, I could hear everything. I moved to tell them that I was not in a coma; that I was fine but my body wouldn’t respond.
“I’ll leave so that you may have time alone with your wife, to say your goodbyes. We will schedule it for tomorrow morning.” The doctor I assumed. Then I heard footsteps and the door closed.
“Final words, my ass. This bitch should have died two months ago.” I heard him speak. I didn’t understand. The cell phone rang. He answered.
“What?” He sounded aggravated. He obviously answered on speaker phone.
“The money?” The female voice from the last night I was with RJ.
“You’ll get it when she’s gone.” My husband’s voice dripped with anger. “I still don’t understand how her phone magically dialed 911 from across the room.”
“We didn’t–” I couldn’t hear what was being said. He must have turned the speaker phone off. I could no longer hear the other party.
“He was bangin’ my wife for a year before we fully executed the plan. He was paid to make her fall in love, but did you ever stop to think that he may have fallen in love with her?” He hissed into the phone. I never knew my husband possessed such a mean streak. Piece by piece my mind pulled the pieces of the puzzle together. It was all a lie. The meeting, his urgent need for my assistance, it was all one big elaborate scheme. I was supposed to die that night thinking I had been killed by a jealous wife; instead I had been shot by hired hit men. I didn’t understand the lengths that my husband would go through to kill me. Divorced seemed that it would have been a better options, but divorce didn’t pay out big lump sum insurance settlements.
“When the insurance money comes in you’ll get your share and not before. After tomorrow I will contact you.” I could tell he closed the phone. I heard the door open and the click of high heels on the floor.
“Hey, did you sign the papers?” She spoke. Dena. It was Dena my best friend.
“Yeah, it’s done. Tomorrow she’s gone and we can finally get our settlement and be out of here.” He whispered.
I had heard enough. Everything was slowly starting to make sense. They wanted me dead, and they wanted to be together. I knew I had to fight. I knew I needed to live. I could hear the increasing sound of the heart monitor. I could feel my toes begin to move. I fought to open my eyes. I could hear a flood of nurses rush into my room.
“She’s coming out of her comatose state.” I could hear them yell. Finally my eyes opened and I could see him standing before me. Smiling. Dena looking at me as if she had won the lottery, but if I looked deep into their eyes I could see the surprise, then the anger, and then resentment. I was alive and I wouldn’t need any machines to stay that way. My work here was unfinished.
My heart ached. I had loved RJ but I knew it could never be anything. We could never be, but I do know he was the one that dialed 911. I don’t know how he did it without her knowing but he had. He had given me that extra help I needed. By doing what he did he had given me extra days of my life so that my body could heal. I turned my head towards my husband and Dena and threw daggers with my eyes.
They would be first to feel my revenge.
THE END
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05/18/2009
My Extra Part V
Monday, May 4th, 2009 | Short Stories | No Comments
Slowly Slipping Away
As I regained consciousness, I blinked uncontrollably attempting to regain my vision. My sight was hazy and everything seemed to be distorted. I could make out the figure of a woman standing above me.
“RJ?” The words barely escaped my lips.
“I’m here.” I could hear the faint whisper of his voice. I lifted my head to find out where he was but the pain was unbearable and I soon abandoned the notion.
“Shut the hell up RJ.” I heard a woman. An unfamiliar voice, a voice filled with anger and hurt.
“Who is that?” I was trying to focus. I couldn’t make out anything. She appeared to be a shadow before me as she peered down at me.
“Don’t you think you should have asked that before you started sleeping with my husband? Don’t you think you should have gave a damn about who I was before?” I stared at her. My vision was beginning to clear and I could see RJ sitting in a chair behind her. “You guys were so fuckin’ stupid. I read all of the text messages and listened to your voicemails.” She turned to face me. “So he’s your extra huh?”
I watched as she moved closer to me. She held a gun in her hand. I wouldn’t answer.
“Answer me bitch!” She yelled as she brought the barrel of the gun across my face. I grabbed my cheek as jolts of pain passed through me. It obviously had been her that called my house and following me.
“Why would I answer a question you already know the answer to?” I asked. I desperately wanted out of this situation. I needed away from this woman. I tried to move again but my body collapsed.
“Does he fuck you just right?” She spoke. I peered at her as I trembled. I didn’t know what she was going to do, if she planned on shooting me.
“Yes he does.” I answered glaring at her with my eyes.
“Open your legs!” She yelled again. “If I shot you here I bet you couldn’t fuck anybody else’s husband. We had a happy home, but I could tell from almost the moment he started messing around on me. This is not the first time he’s done this. So don’t think that you are special. RJ makes every woman feel special. You’re nothing more than a piece of ass to him.” She stood over me appearing frighteningly tall.
She grabbed my leg and pulled my thighs apart and pointed the gun between my legs. I became terrified hoping that her finger didn’t slip. She nudged my clit with the gun and held it there, slowing massaging me with the barrel. I was scared to move. RJ said nothing as she taunted me, silently threatening to damage me.
She then pointed the gun at him and demanded he get dressed. When she turned I attempted to get up. I had to try to fight back but my body was too weak to fight. My legs were as limp as noodles as I tried to stand on them. Then it happened. I didn’t hear the gun fire. I didn’t even see her when she turned to pull the trigger but I felt the bullet enter my chest. The burning sensation within my chest was overwhelming. My breaths became shallow as my body slumped against the floor. I could feel myself slipping away.
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5/11/2009
My Extra Part IV
Monday, April 27th, 2009 | Short Stories | No Comments
And the Drama Begins
After a year I never imagined that I would still be as hot for RJ as I was. I saw him whenever possible, still talked to him daily and I longed to tell him how I really felt. Even though I wanted to let him know he had stolen my heart, I would never part my lips to say it.
To my surprise he was working right outside the city and we had planned many stolen moments together. I saw him as often as time would allow. Today was no different. I smiled as I thought of soon seeing the one man that could set my soul aflame. I picked up the phone to call my husband.
“Hey baby, I just wanted to let you know that I would be working late today.” I lied.
“Okay. Hey someone left a weird message for you. It was a lady but I don’t think she said her name.” He said.
“So what’s so weird about that?” I asked.
“It’s what she said. She said be careful or you’ll lose everything, especially the extra things.”
“That message couldn’t have been for me.” I said. Butterflies began to flutter in my stomach.
“Well she said your name.” He replied.
“I don’t know baby, I’m not gonna worry about it. Maybe it’s just someone playing on the phone.” I tapped my foot as I spoke to my husband. My nerves were getting the best of me.
We said our goodbyes and immediately after I disconnected I called RJ. The call went straight to voicemail and I guessed he hadn’t made it back in from off shore. I left a message.
“Hey baby, I just wanted to give you the heads up. I’m not sure how she would have even gotten my home number, but I got a strange call from a woman, talking about me losing everything, even my extra things. Do you think it can be HER?” I replayed the message twice and then disconnected. If he didn’t call me back I would see him tonight.
It was the end of my day. RJ still hadn’t called me back but I knew he would meet me at our usual spot. I grabbed my jacket and walked towards my car. As I moved through the parking garage I felt as if someone were following me. I turned swiftly expecting to see someone behind me but was greeted only by my shadow. My pace quickened as my heels clicked against the concrete.
Almost sprinting I ran towards my car, happy to finally have found the comfort of my vehicle. I looked around but still spotted no one. Once I reached the hotel, RJ was already waiting for me.
“Did you get my message?” I asked as we walked together towards the room.
“Yeah, I just did and no I don’t think it’s her. I think you’re just a little jumpy huh lil’ lady?” He said.
“It was weird.” I defended.
“How would she know about us? We’ve been careful and if she would have known anything she would have gone off on me by now. I know her.” He said.
I decided it would be best if I pushed those thoughts out of my mind. When I entered the room my suspicion started to subside. I hadn’t gotten a chance to tell him about the eerie feeling of being stalked today and at this moment it didn’t seem important.
RJ pulled me towards him and began to undress me. His mouth was greedy as he kissed me. He nibbled on my lips I stood naked before him. Once his clothes were completely removed I climbed on top of him, moving my body the way I know he liked. I smiled thinking of the way he became excited by my touch. Position after position he pleased me. After much maneuvering, I was again on top, moving my body to the soft music that played in the back ground. As I looked down at RJ I saw a man who had stolen my heart. A smile crossed my face as I threw my head back, ready to climax, and then there was pain, excruciating numbing pain
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May 4, 2009
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My Extra Part III
Monday, April 20th, 2009 | Short Stories | No Comments
The Very First Time
I’m here… meet me @ the Hilton, room 1112. I read the text message and my heart fluttered. I sat patiently on my bed. My husband was at work and I should have been too, but I didn’t go. I wouldn’t be at work for the next two days. My days would be spent with RJ. I had waited so long to see him again this was like meeting for the first time.
I sat in the parking lot adjusting my hair. Butterflies tumbled around my stomach as I moved towards the hotel, boarded the elevator and pressed the button for the eleventh floor. I stood at the door waiting for him to open. I could hear movement in the room and my impatience grew. It seemed I had waited hours for him to open the door. When I finally stood face to face with him the rush of feelings came back just as if it was my first time seeing him. His eyes peered at me, pulling me towards him.
I stepped into the room and he closed the door behind him. I stood still, scared if I moved I would awake to find it was only a dream and he wasn’t really here with me. I settled myself on the bed and watched him. As he sat in a chair across from me, he never took his eyes off of me. I longed to kiss his lips and was held captive by his enticing gaze. He slowly moved towards me and allowed his lips to graze mine. Starting slowly his lips pressed against mine, causing a surge of desire to race through me. With each passing moment his kiss became more and more intense.
“Wait, I have something special for you.” I stepped into the bathroom to change into a red lace corset. I was hot at just his touch. We had some steamy conversations but it was about to become a reality.
I stepped out of the bathroom moving seductively through the room. I turned to face him; he held beautiful long stem roses of the prettiest color. It seemed to be a mixture of beautiful golden petals that exploded with a burst of orange at the tips. They were just as unique as the relationship I had with him. Touching me slowly he led me to the bed. In the matter of minutes it had taken me to change he had covered the bed with roses.
I smiled to myself. He was sweet and attentive and he wanted to make love to me on a bed of roses. Again he kissed me, causing the same flutter of desire and lust he did the first moment his lips caressed mine. Slowly we lay against the bed as he touched me and teased me.
I was intoxicated, drunk off the feeling of ecstasy he gave me with just his touch. I slowly began to kiss his neck and chest. I kissed until I found that special spot. His dick stood, thick and long, awaiting it’s turn to be caressed. I lowered my head. Inch by inch I took him in, allowing my tongue to works it’s magic. I kissed and licked, allowing his head to tickle my throat. I could hear the gentle urging of his moans, which excited me more.
With each stroke of my tongue I could feel him get harder and harder. He grew longer and longer as my mouth stroked. I could feel his fingers tangle in my hair. He pulled me towards his lips and gently kissed me again. Our tongues danced as his finger tips circled the nape of my neck.
“Let me feel you.” He breathed. He swiftly moved positioning his body above me. I gasped as he entered my body. He moved deep inside of me, arousing spots that hadn’t been touched before. He moved in and out of me, quickening his pace when necessary, slowing his speed when needed.
“Damn baby you feel so good to me.” I whispered. I was enjoying every second of his long thick dick deep inside of me.
“Is this my pussy?”
“It’s all yours baby, every last drop.” I urged. The more I whispered the more passionate he became. He dove deeper inside of me, causing my body to move uncontrollably. My muscles tightened around him as he stroked me to climax.
“I’m cumming Daddy.” I exhaled and released a steady stream of my juices. My body shook with pleasure as I reached my orgasmic high. I lay there still with tears in my eyes, as I attempted to fight the emotions I knew were beginning to form.
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April 27, 2009
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Nia Virtual Book Tours: Chante’s Song
Monday, April 20th, 2009 | General, Nia Virtual Book Tour | 3 Comments
Chante’s Song
By
Donneil D. Jackson
Escape Into Pure Bliss with Chante’s Song, the debut novel by Donneil D. Jackson, tests the boundaries of love when a woman must choose between the man she loves and the man that loves her.
Get to know Chante Chambers one of the leading characters in Chante’s Song by Donneil D. Jackson.
About Chante Chambers
Chante Chambers is a thirty-something beautiful brown bombshell. By day she’s a top production studio executive, with a Prada and Manolo fetish funded by her once lover and current boss, Jason Mcgee. Ms. Chambers is extremely candid in a “you either take her or leave her” sorta way. She has the means to get anything and everything she wants except for true love. Her rock hard exterior hides the soft and pink side of her, once revealed it opens her up to all types of vulnerabilities.
Excerpt from Chante’s Song
“…I thought I was bigger than your average whore. I thought I was special. I’m the one that gets all the Prada, Marc Jacobs, Dolce & Gabbana, Jimmy Chooo’s, and Manolo’s that your money can buy. You love me. Remember when you told me that? You love me so much. You will never hurt me again. Please Chante, let’s try this again. You miss me…
“Because if you loved me the way you claimed, when you seen the rock on my finger you wouldn’t have eaten the shit out of my ass to compare licks to the next man. And when I told you I had your child in my womb you would’ve been making plans for us to be a family. But immediately you bring up abortion. Instead of picking out wedding gowns, china patterns, baby furniture, baby clothes and etcetera, you want to send me to the clinic. The same clinic you send the rest of your whores,” I cried.
I searched Jason’s face for some indication that my words had an effect on him. I wanted him to say, Chante, I meant every word I said to you. I want you. I want our baby. His face showed no feelings.
“Tae Tae.” He wiped my tears.
Please tell me you love me.
“You broke up with me remember. I didn’t break up with you. I meant what I said when I came to your house that night. I was prepared to do right by you or at least try. And I think I was doing a good job. I’m sitting there chilling with you and dude calls. You sexing me talking to this nigga on the phone telling him how much you love him. How the fuck you think that made me feel. I’m a man, and although I didn’t say anything I still have feelings.”
“Jason, I would give up all I have just to be happy with you.”
He chuckled. “Then you lie to me and tell me you went to Miami with Kayla. I know you were there with dude. But I didn’t say nothing. I figured I did you wrong in the past so you was just getting payback or some stupid shit like that.”
I cried harder. I loved Keith to death. However I loved Jason more than I loved myself. I was willing to give Keith up and forever remain faithful to Jason if he could promise me everything I have in Keith.
“Jason, I love you.”
“You seem to be happier with dude. Go ahead marry him. Let him take care of your baby.” He opened the door and closed it behind him.
Excerpt taken from pg 155-156.
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~~~~Secrets Sins and Shameful Lies~~~~
Sunday, April 19th, 2009 | General | No Comments
Secrets Sins
And Shameful Lies
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Five years have passed since a storm of betrayal and deceptions swept through the call center halls. Everything seems calm, but underneath the peaceful quiet lurks long forgotten secrets and lies that threaten to expose sins, both past and present.
Nicole, still hungry for love and craving attention is desperate to find a man to show her true affection. True to her nature she is willing to have it at all cost. Carmell constantly longs for Louis, but is she willing to sacrifice herself for the sake of his love? Natina is devastated by loss, and blames others for her misfortune. Anger causes her to employ her by any means necessary tactics of revenge. Years after, Kendra, still torn between desire and obligation, struggles to find her way; will she end up finding herself?
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My Extra Part II
Wednesday, April 8th, 2009 | Short Stories | No Comments
The Start of it All
Each and every time he calls I flutter with eagerness. I loved to hear from him. Months have passed and not a day went by when I didn’t hear from him. Everything extra I craved was in him. This is how he became known as My Extra. We were both married, dedicated to our home lives, our other lives. I didn’t know her name and he didn’t know his. We only referred to our spouses as HIM and HER. If there was any need unfulfilled he would step in to fill the emotional void. No questions asked.
We talked and texted each other daily as if we were school aged students in love for the very first time. It amazed me how close we had become. He didn’t live in Houston and he worked off shore so our interactions were limited to stolen moments of conversation. We saw each other daily through picture and video messaging, and made love through the connection of a phone and imagination. I often wondered how a grown woman like me had become caught up, but when I thought about the feeling he gave me I knew why.
“Touch it for me baby.” I loved the way he said baby. I tickled my clit as I succumbed to the seductive tone of his voice. I released a constant stream of moans as I pretended that my hands were his tongue, tracing tiny circles around my clitoris. The more he talked, the heavier I breathed.
“Cum for me baby.” I could hear him in my ear. My hips began to move, my pussy eager for orgasm.
“I’m cumming for you baby. “ I said as I exhaled. My body shook with pleasure.
“Was it good?” He asked.
“RJ it’s always good with you.” I answered. I hadn’t seen him since the day he walked out of the bank and this man had never touched me a day in my life, yet my body craved him. The line went silent for a moment as we both breathed. He spoke first.
“Is it?” He asked.
“Yes, you blow my mind and if I’m not careful I could end of falling in love with you.” I spoke, with the passing months I had become completely infatuated with this man. Sometimes we talked about our spouses. She didn’t seem to appreciate him fully, and I wondered how they had been together so long yet they were so different. It didn’t take me long to know the answer to my own question. My husband was the complete opposite of me. I saw all that was good in RJ and I had to admit that my heart had allowed him entrance. I wasn’t in love, but if I wasn’t careful I would be well on my way.
“Whoa, that’s a serious word there. It’s not the kind of word we want to throw around.” He said. I could tell by his tone something had changed. My heart began to race. I hadn’t said I was in love with him, but I knew I wanted to love him.
“I didn’t say I was in love with you RJ. “ I said.
“We should never say that. It doesn’t mean that we won’t ever feel that way, but we both have situations, and that would only cause more problems. That’s a serious word and we don’t want to misuse it.” He finished. I felt like I was being lectured.
“I know it’s serious and trust if I ever said it I would mean it.” I said.
“You shouldn’t say it.” RJ spoke his voice was low, tender, but the words cut as if he shouted profanity at me. Silence washed over me. I didn’t have anything else to say. My heart ached because somewhere inside I knew we were great together, and I know I wanted to give him my love and I felt like he didn’t want it.
Tiny pools of water trickled down my cheeks. It seemed strange to allow myself to be so hurt by his words. He had said it best, it does sound mean it does sound harsh, and I didn’t know how to keep myself from the place he was undoubtedly asking me not to go.
“Hello?” RJ’s tone questioned if I were still there.
“Yeah I’m here” I spoke, defeat resonating in my voice.
“You sound like you’re crying. I know you’re not crying.” I could tell he was surprised. I’m not sure how he could tell but I be damn if I admitted it to him. I didn’t want him to know just how much his words had gotten to me.
“Hell naw, Tatiana Shaw cries over no man!” We laughed as the tears continued to stream and I pretended not to be affected by his words.
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4/13/2009
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