All Black Everything, My Life

#BWWPCHOU Meetup

A few weeks ago I attended a planner meetup with my mom. We had an amazing time in this room full of black women who plan their lives to keep it together. Some of these women were hardcore planners while we also had some that just started. As for me, I’m in between, with only 3 planners.

I stumbled upon this group when I found the main Facebook page for the entire country and didn’t realize there were smaller city chapters. Now I don’t feel so alone. I used to think planning and planners were for white women but now I see it’s for every woman, especially those of us who are mothers. How else are we going to keep from losing our shit?

Planning has helped me in more ways than one. Being pregnant, I forget things often. It can be something that was said less than a minute ago and already I have forgotten. I’ve found that with writing things down, I can go back and remember important information.

Budget planning helps to keep money in the bank. I have never budgeted j til now and when I sit down at the end of each month, I see where my money is going (mainly to food, shh).

I also have a teacher planner because, well, I’m a teacher and we have all sorts of dates and deadlines for things. I can’t keep up with all of that so what I do is take the district calendar and write down all the dates as well as my school’s calendar.

Below are some pics from the festivities. Definitely cannot wait until the next planner meetup.

Product Reviews

The Mothers by Brit Bennett

This coming of age story follows Nadia Turner, a girl who goes through life trying to find herself. From losing her mom, losing her virginity, getting an abortion to losing herself, there’s so much to take in.

This novel was beautifully written and though I can’t relate to any of it, I personally know some women who can.

This was a book I could read cover to cover and it is a page-turner. The imagery and character development makes this story into the beauty that it is. The friendship that develops between Nadia and Aubrey is beautiful and the way it ends as the book comes to an end, makes you feel like things could be okay.

I’ve dealt with older women in the church who were gossipy and that’s what they lived for. I think that’s a common theme in the black church. It’s also a reason I left the church.

If you have some time (though I highly suggest making the time), check this book out. The way it draws you in, you’ll go with no hesitation.

My Life, Vegan Mommy Things

Getting an Abortion

When I first found out I was pregnant, I was devastated. During that time, I was set to move to China and start a new life and career. I had my visa documents and everything. All I was waiting on was my plane ticket. Then I found out I was pregnant. That brought everything to a screeching halt.

I was getting medical checks regularly because you have to be in good health. The doctor kept saying my blood pressure was high and I have never had high blood pressure. I thought maybe because I was stressed and I also didn’t like her. Unbeknownst to me, I was pregnant.

I found out I was pregnant on August 13, 2017. My period was late by a day or two and I just knew I was pregnant. I took a pregnancy test and it came back positive. I laughed it off and took another. It came back positive too. I immediately stopped breathing. I literally felt my heart stop. I wasn’t ready to be a mom nor did I want to be one. I didn’t want kids.

My first stop was to my mother’s house because I was going painting with her and my grandmother that day. I told my mom through my tears and trying to catch my breath. If you know my mom, you know she was hella excited, this being her first grandbaby and all. I also told my brother and stepdad who were there. They were all supportive. Then I told my baby’s father and that’s when things changed.

We agreed upon me getting an abortion because I had life plans and so did he. I was going to fucking China!!! So, I called the abortion clinic and went the next day. I just knew I was doing the right thing until I got there. I won’t mention the clinic but it was small and not very attractive. I waited in the waiting room for what felt like hours.

Once I was called back, I sat in this hallway with a bunch of other women. The woman sitting next to me was telling a woman who was crying that she’ll be fine. She had had several abortions with her boyfriend and she turns out fine every time. That’s when reality set in. Women actually do this to fix what they consider a “mistake”. Some even do it repeatedly with no remorse. At that point I wanted to leave, but I stayed. Something told me to stay.

I looked a few seats down and there was this room I kept seeing women come out of with a nurse. These women were in a daze and could barely walk. That’s when I realized we were by the operating room. We were also by the back door where the women went out of once the abortion was done.

I started to really panic. By that point a nurse called me in to get an ultrasound. They couldn’t find the baby on the screen. I began to breathe hoping that meant those pregnancy tests were wrong. Then they made me take a pre test and blood test. The pee test came back as a light positive and I had to wait 24 hours for the blood test.

After that I went and saw a counselor and she explained to my how the operation worked and how the pill worked. Both options sounded horrific. I was mortified. I made my appointment for two days later, on a Wednesday. I came out and passed this room that was dark and I saw all these women in there. Some curled up, some crying and some sleeping. These women were waiting for their rides to come pick them up. They had already had their procedure. I quickly left the building.

I cried all the rest of that day and that night, into the next morning. I was scared and didn’t know what to do. One thing was for sure. I can’t remember at which moment it was: the woman telling about her numerous abortions, the operating room, the counselor or the room full of post-op women, but I knew I was going to keep my baby. I knew for certain I was not going to go through with the abortion. That morning the clinic called me back to confirm my blood test came back positive for being pregnant.

The morning of when I was supposed to get my procedure, I got a phone call from a school to come and have me interview for a teaching position. I ended up getting an interview and hired the same day. I realize now that had I gone through with the abortion, I wouldn’t have gotten this job. I would also be in China right now. This job was a job I had been wanting: it was a writing position. I was going to be teaching writing and I was happier than anyone could ever know.

I share this story because I know women contemplate abortions every second of every day and I know women who actually go through with them. Either way, both are difficult decisions: either keep or get rid of your baby. Ultimately, my decision to keep my baby was that there are no mistakes. I knew the outcomes of having unprotected sex with no birth control. This baby is not at fault and therefore, having an abortion, was not a solution because being pregnant wasn’t a problem. This was an unplanned planned pregnancy, meaning it wasn’t intentional but I also didn’t try to prevent it.

Now, almost 7 months later, I am in a better, happier place. I have an amazing job, a new car (not fancy though), a new apartment and a bundle of joy who will arrive in April. My child’s father is now on board and excited about having a child. This is a first for the both of us so we will be learning as we go. We have the support of family and friends. Even though I am single mom, the relationship I have with my child’s father is going to make for an awesome coparenting relationship.

Every time I feel my baby kick, I get more and more excited. I’m at the stage in my pregnancy where the baby is moving around a lot and making their little presence known. I know as I get into my third trimester, I will feel the baby kick and move even more. I keep thinking what if I had gone through with the abortion, what my life would be like now. Then I think about how my life is now and I’m happy. I can’t keep living in the what if’s or the past.

Granted, I could’ve still gone to China with my baby, but being a single, FTM in a country that I’ve never been to, that just didn’t seem logical. Plus, here, I have the help of family and friends.

It’s interesting to look back on how I started at the beginning of my pregnancy and how I felt, to now. I feel like I’m a completely different person. I’m already in mommy mode and my baby isn’t even here yet.

If you have a story to share, share it below or feel free to contact me if you want it to be private.

I want to let women know that they are not alone in whatever decisions they make. There is always someone who has been through or is going through the same thing. It may seem scary right now and like it’s not the right time, but everything happens for a reason. I think me getting pregnant and deciding to keep my baby, is going to make me a better woman, someone whom I never thought I could or would be.

So this is my story and I hope that it helps someone else.

My Life

The Snow Has Fallen…

It doesn’t typically snow in Houston, in fact it’s been about 9-10 years since the last time it snowed. I woke up Friday morning to the ground, trees, cars and rooftops covered in a white powder. Surely this was not Houston.

The snow was beautiful while it lasted. Within a few hours of the sky brightening up, the snow had melted, as if it were just a mirage. Many of my students had played in it before coming to school, for they had never seen real snow. It’s times like this that I appreciate Houston giving us all a once in a lifetime memory to share.

All Black Everything, Health + Wellness, Vegan Mommy Things

Eating Healthy is for POC Too

Podcast: Black Girl in Om

Grocery Haul:

Avocados

Blackberries

Blueberries

Strawberries

Potatoes

Tomatoes

Pumpkin seeds

Pecans

Raisins

Kale

Nutritional Yeast

Bolthouse Farms Non-Dairy Milk

Minimalism

Minimalism for the Avid Reader

1. Library

At the library you can check out as many books as you want and renew them. This way you can have books but not have books at the same time. The Houston Public Library now has a feature where you can check it ebooks that are delivered directly to your kindle.

2. Amazon, Smashwords, Goodreads

You can purchase ebooks that can be delivered to any electronic device for you to read on the go.

3. Audio Books

You can purchase the audio version of books from Amazon or Audible if you aren’t into reading, or just don’t have the time.

4. Read in store

If you have the time, you can read books for free in Barnes & Noble, Books A Million, Half Price Books, etc. Buy a cup of coffee and relax with a book.

Health + Wellness, Minimalism, My Life, Vegan Mommy Things

Veganism, Minimalism, and Spirituality

I was listening to a podcast the other day (Minimalist Moms) and they were talking about minimalism and spirituality. I consider myself a spiritual person and that more so came to light after my transition to being vegan. When you realize that all these animal products, processed foods and fake foods are not needed to survive, it makes you wonder what else you can live without.

I think after the first year, I began to realize that I had way too many things. I lived with my mom at the time and we lived in this big two story house that had 3 bedrooms, 2.5 baths, an office, huge living and dining room, 3 car garage, the works. I was grateful, but I began to feel like I was drowning. That is when I decided to start giving things away. The Purple Heart would come to our house and pick up any donations we had, and every time they came, there was plenty to give away. Even my mom was giving stuff away.

Once I got ready to move into my first apartment, I had bags and bags full of stuff that I was not taking with me. Once I moved and set up my new apartment, I realized that I had so much empty space. I lived in a nearly empty apartment for 14 months. It was depressing. I rarely invited people over because I was embarrassed. I had this huge apartment and nothing to fill it with, nor was I going to fill it.

When my lease was almost up, I went on the hunt for a much smaller apartment. I was elated when I finally found the perfect one. The living room was much smaller and it had a separate dining area; the closet was half the size of the old one; the bathroom was also smaller with a smaller linen closet and smaller garden tub; and the bedroom was about the same size.

Once I had moved all of my things in, I realized I did not have enough space for everything, and again, I had to give and throw things away. Every cabinet and closet is full to the brim with necessities (which is not a lot given how small everything is). Even though I have a baby on the way, there is enough stuff for their things to go. I’m just going to have to let the grandparents and family know to keep things to a minimum.

Being vegan opens your mind to societal norms, values, and morals, and makes you see how everything we’ve ever been taught was a lie. We are told to work more so that we can buy more things. We are manipulated into wanting a bigger house to fill it with expensive things and nicer, fancier, expensive cars. We are told we need all these things to make us happy and to live the “American Dream.”

I often times think about people who are homeless or those who don’t have many or any valuables, and how many of them are happy. There are homeless people who are actually happy; one of them is a friend of mine. I watched his journey moving from Houston to New York. He lives in a homeless shelter and all of his things fit in a backpack. He is the happiest person I know and it amazes me at his spirit and joy. We have talked on several occasions, and I follow his blog, YouTube and social media.

I do plan to live in a tiny house one day soon, but we will see how things go.

Spirituality

My spirituality changed when I became vegan because like I said before, when you realize that you have been told lies all your life about food, what other lies have we been told?

I began to do my research on the history of Christianity and Jesus Christ and what I found out was disturbing. During the times of slavery, Black people were only allowed to read the bible, and only a select few at that, mainly Black men who were appointed pastor by the slave master to keep the slaves in check. The slave masters would drill these lies about Jesus Christ (a white man with blue eyes and brown straight hair, sometimes it was blond, with white skin), and how if we don’t worship him, we were going to this place called hell (funny thing is we already live in hell).

Christianity was forced upon slaves in order to keep them dependent upon the white man and the slave masters, to make them feel that they are all they have. That translates into today. Many Black people work for the white man and are dependent upon him for a paycheck. I did more research and came to the conclusion that church really wasn’t for me. When I lived with my mom, I went to church because that wasn’t an option. I first started going to her church where the pastor is a white man (oh, the irony). I quickly realized that that wasn’t the church for me. I went to two other Black churches and I felt like a slave, being brainwashed into believing the lies coming out of the pastors’ mouths.

Do these pastors not know the history behind the negro church and why only Black men are pastors? Does that not strike them as odd? When I moved out, I immediately stopped going to church and created my own altar for me to worship my ancestors, meditate and journal. It felt right, right from the beginning. I turn on my oil diffuser, meditate for about 10 minutes and then journal. It gives me a sense of peace. I do this normally every Sunday morning, and other times when I feel I need to (mainly when I’m stressed).

I’ve found that more millennials have taken this route of spirituality, letting go of Christianity and the Black church. Our parents and grandparents don’t understand, and even find it demonic or heathenist or witchcraft, but little do they know that when they pray, that is a form of witchcraft. Praying is the same thing as reciting a spell. You pray for things you want, the healing of others, love, righteousness, happiness, etc. That’s casting a spell.

Back to the minimalist side, I keep my altar fairly simple. If you would like a tour, click here. I have updated it and added a couple of new pieces. I will do another post later on with the specifics of everything and why I have everything on it.

Veganism, minimalisim and spirituality go hand in hand.

My Life, Vegan Mommy Things

Dear Bitter Moms

Since I’ve been pregnant, you have been projecting your opinions and oppositions at me. It’s like once women have had children, they always feel like experts, but that’s not the case. Not every woman is the same, nor is every birth or pregnancy. Just because I choose to have a different birthing experience than you, does not mean that I don’t know what I’m talking about, or that I’m young and dumb.

I made a post on Instagram about hospital births and one bitter mom said that us “young moms think (we) know it all.” She went in to say that she’s been a mom for 15 years and that “medications are in place for a reason.” Well, that’s how you feel but not how I feel. It’s almost as if it’s wrong to have a difference in opinion.

I feel like FTM are always getting attacked because we want something different for our experience. To be honest I don’t plan on having more kids, so I want this experience to be memorable. My age has nothing to do with my knowledge and I think that’s where you “bitter moms” get things twisted. Just because your birthing experience with medications and what not was great, that is not the case for everyone else.

Now before you get your panties in a twist and let your fingers pull the angrily typing trigger, I’m not saying that having babies in a hospital is bad, or makes you a bad parent, or that I’m better than you. What I’m saying is, not everyone wants that. If that’s what you felt was right for you, then by all means it was right for you. It’s just not right for me.

People tend to go along with what they’ve been taught, have always known/seen, or just with what society says. If you follow me on social media, you know I go against the so-called “norm”, especially in the black community. It’s not normal to be black and vegan, non-religious, having a midwife and water birth, and practicing natural remedies for healing.

Why should I conform to black societal norms when I can live my life the way I see fit for me and my baby?

In closing, to all you “bitter moms”, keep your opinions to yourself. Just because you have had experience being a mom and giving birth, does not mean shit to me. We are nothing alike; we aren’t even on the same damn frequency.

Signed,

A fed up FTM

My Life, Vegan Mommy Things

A Vegan Baby, Arriving Soon!

You read that right. There’s a vegan bun in the oven and I couldn’t be more excited. As I finish up my first trimester, here’s how things went.


When I found out I was pregnant, I was numb. I did not want kids and finding out you’re pregnant and not married or in a relationship, pretty damn scary. I took two pregnancy tests (yes two because I thought the first one was lying), and then immediately went to my mom’s house. I cried as I told her and she jumped for joy (not because I was crying but because this is her first grandchild). As the days and weeks went on, I came to terms with it. 

At my first ultrasound, the doctor said that my baby was measuring rather small, that the heartbeat was on the low side of normal, and that there were several reasons it could be happening.

  1. My last period dates were wrong.
  2. My ovulation was late.
  3. It could be a slow pregnancy, which meant the baby could possibly not make it. 

Over the course of the next couple of weeks, I was on edge thinking the worst. I didn’t want it to be the third reason and was so scared. Apparently my mom and grandmother were too, they just didn’t want to stress me even more. Fast forward to my second prenatal appointment, the baby’s heart rate was in the normal range, it had grown tremendously, it was kicking its little foot and waving its hand. I felt so much joy and excitement. I had felt flutters since the last appointment but paid them no mind. Little did I know, that was the baby moving. 

My doctor said everything was normal, the baby looked fine and was growing as it should. Turns out, my ovulation was a week late and I do remember not feeling myself ovulate (I have severely painful ovulations but the month of July, I didn’t feel it at all). I am so glad that my baby is doing well.

Symptoms

I really didn’t have anything to notify me I was pregnant other than the fact that I missed my period. I keep track of my period like a professional watchdog and when it didn’t come (like a few days past) I took the tests. Now at about 4 weeks I experienced cramping, really sore breasts and outrageous avocado and kale cravings. It was on a whole other level. The sore breasts is what bothered me the most.

I did start taking prenatal vitamins, but my doctor didn’t like the ones I had, so she prescribed me another vegan prenatal . They are horse pills (meaning that they are huge), but for the sake of my baby, I’ll do whatever I have to do. 

Diet

My eating has been all over the place. I have not cooked much if at all. All I want to eat are samosas, fries, donuts, ice cream, and everything not healthy (but still vegan). Sometimes I have no appetite and sometimes I can’t stop eating. It’s really weird and fluctuates often. I have gained weight since my first prenatal appointment, which is a good thing. 

I was told come the second trimester, my eating will go back to normal, and I cannot wait for that to happen. I can’t stand leafy greens right now and I miss them, yet I have no appetite for them. 

Mood Swings

I will say that my attitude is not the best right now and absolutely everything and everyone annoys me (sorry y’all, but it’s true). I feel more sensitive to things that people say and I hate that. Everything just gets on my last nerves and I feel so annoyed at that. Usually I can let things slide, but not so much now. 

Baby’s Gender

So I do not yet know the baby’s gender. I will find out on October 16, a week after my birthday. I don’t have a preference of the sex, just as long as the baby is healthy and has 5 toes, 5 or 6 fingers (6 fingers on each hand runs in my family), and has all the right body parts in the right place. My mom wants a gender reveal party, however, I am not keen on the idea because a gender reveal party just sounds stupid. Like no one can bring gifts if they don’t know, so then I have to have a baby shower on top of that. I am that odd child in the family where “normal societal behaviors” don’t interest nor impress me.

Final Thoughts

I am excited to be a mom. Though I will be a single mom, that is how I envisioned if I ever had kids. Do I want a husband and family? Of course, but I just never saw that when I saw myself having my first child. I know that’s really odd because most women envision being married and having a home and career when they have kids. For me, as long as I had my own place, my own car, and 2 careers, I’m set (yes, I have two careers: I’m a blogger and educator). As long as I could take care of myself and my baby financially (which is why I have been working my ass off to pay debts), then whether or not I was married or in a relationship, just didn’t matter. Did I plan to get pregnant? Not at all, but the universe doesn’t adhere to plans. The universe knows what you can and can’t handle and I guess this whole time I have been preparing myself to be a mother and I could not be more happier.

xoxo The Black Vegan Author

 

Product Reviews

Ruffles Green

Before I tell you about my experience here, let me just say that the best part of eating out as a vegan at a non vegan restaurant, is that your food comes out fast and is prepared fresh.

Now this restaurant is located in The Woodlands and if anyone knows the area, you know its bourgeoisie (that’s the correct way to spell the word, it’s not boujee or any other spelling), like for real for real. Walking up you see the outside area, and with the weather like it is in Texas, ain’t nobody sitting outside unless it’s night time, and even then, mosquitoes won’t let you be great and eat. 

Walking inside, they have a very sleek look. Lots of neural colors and white. It was pretty empty, guessing I beat the lunch hour rush, so there was no line. The lady who took my order was really nice and very patient.

I ordered as my appetizer the hummus with pita bread, which both are made in house, and as my meal I had the Veggie Nut Burger, 86 the cheese.

Both dishes were phenomenal. I would highly suggest them. The burger literally will melt in your mouth. The pita bread and hummus were the best I’ve had thus far.

What I also liked was it’s a self serve restaurant. You order and pay at the same time and then you get your own drink, silverware and napkins. You also can get your own to-go containers which is a plus because I feel waiters take entirely too long to bring the check and to-go containers. 

The only negative I have is that my appetizer and meal came at the same time. I would’ve preferred to get my appetizer before my meal. Not sure if that is something I should’ve requested, however, that’s the only negative I have. So, if you are ever in the Houston area, give them a try.

My Life

Trap Yoga

This was probably the best yoga experience I have ever had.  Trap  music and yoga? It gets no better than that!!  Trap Yoga Bae, Britteney, was freaking amazing. We started with Bodak Yellow by Cardi B and ended with Rake It Ip by Yo Gotti and Nicki Minaj​​​. I have a ratchet side that I don’t let show, well, unless I’m by myself, but uh, ratchet Moniqua was about to come out and wreck havoc up in there!!

Below are some videos and pics from the class. Wish I could take a class everyday with her. I’ve even now incorporated trap music into my practice. If she is ever in your city, please check her out and take her class. 

Health + Wellness, My Life, Product Reviews

Nourish Juice Bar


Located off W Gray, this juice bar is so amazing and I love the atmosphere. I had been there once before. I ordered the Pink Starbust juice and a Buddha bowl. Both were absolutely amazing. The juice really tasted like candy and the kick from the ginger was perfect. 


The Buddha bowl was a curry style bowl with kale, quinoa, carrots, chickpeas and so much more earthy goodness. The curry dressing added so much flavor. I definitely want to try to recreate something like this.

My Life, Product Reviews

Vegan Tamales and Cupcakes @ Dan Electro’s

I don’t typically go into Houston that often because I hate the traffic and it’s a helluva commute but when I saw this event was in The Heights, and that’s fairly close to me, I was down. 


It’s located off 24th street and it’s a fairly small venue with a backyard patio. I actually only came for the tamales but Sara the Cupcake Girl was there and I bought a dozen and a half cupcakes. 


I was rather disappointed that the tamales were not already heated and the guy brought a crockpot to heat them in and he showed up later than expected. The line was long, I got ate up by mosquitos, badly and ended up with room temperature tamales.


The tamales were good, however, they would’ve been better hot. I felt like he was ill prepared. At the end of the event, those who placed orders, he no longer could fill them, not sure the reasoning but Sara and her family are making them and I’m sure they’ll be awesome as her cupcakes are. 


I got to meet the president of the Houston Black Vegan Social, Snoddy, and I have been added to the team. I also met another one of the members, Kirby.


The venue was great, it’s just the mosquitos were relentless and it could be because my blood is sweet from all the fruit I’ve been, but I will be using my all natural big spray by my girl Jazzzie by Nature. 


There is another event this coming weekend at the same place and Sara and her family are making cupcakes and enchiladas, all vegan of course. I can’t wait.

Product Reviews, Travel

24 Diner Review 

My first time coming here was in 2010 when my brother graduated with his undergrad degree. This is one of his favorite restaurants and it’s open 24 hours, like in the name.

It wasn’t crowded the first time we came and it wasn’t crowded this time. Another major thing I like was it wasn’t cold. Most restaurants I go to have me sleepy before I even order my food. 


The first time I went I had the Betsy Veggie. It’s a handcrafted burger made with beets, lentils, flaxseeds and other delicious goodness. I swear I tried to recreate it but no such luck. 


Since then I had been feigning for that burger so when we went last night, I was too hype. It tastes just as good as I remember. My waitress was pretty amazing. The waiter the first time I came was very knowledgeable about the burger so I was comfortable ordering it this time. 

Product Reviews, Travel

Capital City Bakery Review

This was my first stop when coming into Austin. I have been a loyal follower for quite sometime now on Instagram. This is a cute little bakery located on Ceasar Chavez. I got two cupcakes, the butterscotch chocolate and the pumpkin carrot cake. The lady who took my order was super friendly and helpful. I will definitely go back.

Product Reviews

Review: Sambuca 

This was a really nice restaurant with a warming, intimate atmosphere. They have live music, friendly staff and a beautiful outside seating area. 


The main thing I didn’t like was their lack of vegan options. I could only eat the sides because most everything is premade, though I don’t want to eat anything premade that’s been sitting out all day, then just warmed up when ordered. 


Even the sides I had to veganize by asking them to not cook the veggies in butter (I don’t know why people think veggies have to be cooked in butter), the brussel sprouts came with bacon though I’m not sure why but I asked for them sans bacon, and the maple bourbon sweet potatoes, I asked to be cooked without butter. 

I have to say, those sweet potatoes were orgasmic. I will definitely have to try to recreate them because I can’t even describe how amazing they tasted. 

Overall, it’s a great restaurant but vegans like upscale too. Would get more service with more vegan options.

Travel

Review: The WhiteHall Houston (Staycation)

The WhiteHall Houston is located downtown and you really can’t miss it especially the way it is beautifully lit up at night. A friend of mine booked the hotel for the weekend to have a girl’s retreat. We had a cabana party, facials and a passion party.

We stayed in the presidential suite on the 12th floor and the views were indescribable. The front desk staff were so friendly and always had a smile and were willing to help. 


Though I didn’t eat at any of the onsite restaurants, they do have them for your convenience. The location is amazing and it’s so quiet. I guess being high up you can’t hear street traffic. 


The view at night was heavenly. I would definitely go back and stay, especially when I have a significant other.

Short Stories, Sneak Peeks, Uncategorized

Short Story Sunday 4/30/2017 (Her Hustle Excerpt)

As she got closer, she stopped in her tracks. There at the table, was Rodney. Their eyes locked and they both had the same expression on their faces.

“What are you doing here?” they both said in unison.

Everyone grew quiet. Her sister, Anissa, was the first to speak.

“How do y’all know each other?”

“We live in the same apartment complex on the same floor,” they both said.

Danisha found it annoying that they were speaking at the same time, thinking the same thing.

“It’s a small world isn’t it?” said her mother.

“Come sit down so we can eat.”

They both walked the rest of the way to the table. The only seat left was the one by Rodney. Danisha reluctantly sat down, rolling her eyes. Why the fuck was he here, she thought. It was like Anissa was reading her mind. She had a tendency of doing that.

“This is my boyfriend Roshan. Roshan this is my sister Danisha. I knew you weren’t dating anyone so I didn’t want you to feel like a fifth wheel so I asked him to bring a friend. But I guess that was a bad idea.”

“No shit, Anissa,” said Danisha.

“You watch your mouth!” exclaimed their mother.

“You may be grown but I will slap the piss out of you if you use such language around me again.”

“Sorry, mom.”

The whole time her father sat there quietly eating. He wasn’t much of a drama man so when there was some brewing, he kept his mouth shut and his eyes down. Rodney and Roshan followed suit. They all started eating in silence. Danisha just wanted to leave. This wasn’t exactly her ideal lunch with her family. As she ate, she noticed the cologne Rodney was wearing. It was the kind that got her lower half heating up. Unbreakable by Khloe and Lamar. She shifted trying not to let the scent get to her.

“I guess I’ll be the ice breaker,” said her father.

“Danisha, how is my lovely daughter doing?”

“I’m doing good dad. Just working. You know, business as usual.”

“What business would that be?” asked her mother.

Danisha became nervous hoping that Rodney would not bring up her apparel the night before. She glanced over and saw that he too was waiting for an answer. She could see the amusement in his face.

“You guys know I don’t like to discuss my business. Just know that it and I are doing well and I’m living comfortably,” said Danisha.

“I bet. The kind of place you live in you must be really doing good,” said Anissa.

Danisha rolled her eyes and took another bite of her tuna sandwich and chips. She hated having to have breakfast, lunch, or dinner with her family. The focus was always on her and what she was doing.

“Danisha, why don’t you tell us how you and Rodney met?” said her mother. Danisha glared at her in dismay and embarrassment. She didn’t want to tell her parents what their first encounter was really like.

“I was coming home from a late night at work and we bumped into each other on the elevator. We exchanged greetings and when we got out the elevator, we went our separate ways.”

“That’s it?” asked her father and Anissa.

“Well, I was tired and wasn’t really up for conversation,” Rodney finally said.

“Plus I had just moved in that morning and she was the first person I ran into that lived on my floor. She looked tired as well and I didn’t want to keep her.”

He smirked as he said that. Her blood boiled hot. She was sure they could see the steam coming out of her ears.

“Well, maybe you two should go out sometime and maybe Danisha can show you around the town,” said her mother.

“Mom…” Danisha started but was then cut off.

“In fact, Danisha, give him a tour of the house,” her mom smiled with a wide grin.

“I would love that,” said Rodney.

Danisha let out a breath and rose from the table. She threw her napkin onto her plate.

“It would be my pleasure,” she said sarcastically and walked towards the house.

“My sister can be stubborn like that sometimes,” said Anissa.

“I can see that,” said Rodney as he got up quickly and jogged after Danisha.

Once they were in the kitchen and he had closed the door, she spoke with heavy acid in her voice.

“You motherfucking bastard!” she yelled.

He gasped in shock at her tone and anger.

“You just…ugh!” she growled.

“I’m lost. The fuck is your problem?”

“The fuck is my problem? First, you fucking insult me by calling me a hooker.”

“I never said you were a hooker,” he said in defense.

“You implied it. Then you ask am I visiting someone and then was shocked when you found out I lived there. What? A black woman can’t live like a black man, or a man for that matter? I can’t have a job that affords me my penthouse and my car?”

“I get your point Danisha.”

“And now you’re at my fucking parents house, reveling in my squirming and even taking part in making it happen.”

“I said I get your point dammit!” he barked.

Danisha was taken back by his reaction. His chest was moving fast as she could feel the tension in the room rising. She turned and headed up to the foyer and up the stairs and he followed. She was pissed and he knew she was. She went into one of the guest rooms at the end of the hall and he followed closing and locking the door behind him. He quickly glanced around the room and realized how elegant it was. Then their eyes locked.

They walked quickly towards each other and embraced in a steam angry kiss. They were both pissed at each other and they didn’t even know each other. He wanted her and she just wanted to fuck and let off some steam. He took of her shirt but never looked away. She felt his arousal pressing between her legs. She caressed it and felt his hard, long, thick length. Her kitten was purring now from hunger. She needed it and she needed it now.

She undid his pants and they fell to the floor. He kicked his shoes off, along with his pants. His dick fell through the front hole of his boxers. She gasped at how big and black it was. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. She quickly got on her knees and grabbed his hips. She looked up at him and smiled for he did not know what he was in for. His lips were parted and he stiffened his body as she took him completely in her mouth. He let out a groan and spread his legs to steady himself.

He put his hands on her shoulder as she slowly sucked and grazed his lengthy softly with her teeth. His breath hitched and he tensed up even more. She sucked harder now and faster taking him all the way in and then all the way out.

“Oh, fuck! I’m bout to bust!” he growled as he felt his nut and grabbed her head and thrusted in and out of her mouth.

“Oh, shit! Ah, fuck! Danisha damn!”

She felt his salty release down her throat. She took him out of her mouth and stood up and smiled. He was gasping for air as that nut took everything out of him. He smiled back.

“My turn,” he said.

He grabbed her by the waist and laid her on the bed. He pulled off her sandals and undid her pants, pulling them and her thong off. He got on top of her and kissed her hard. He kissed her neck then down to her breasts. He undid the bra from the front and gasped at how large her breast was. She felt his dick harden against her pussy. She couldn’t wait to have it inside her.

He grabbed her nipple with his teeth and sucked hard. She let out a small yelp as he took her by surprise. He then continued to kiss her down her stomach and then the insides of her thighs. He was now on his knees on the floor. As he continued to kiss both thighs he inserted two fingers in her pussy and her hips lurched. She let out a gasp and clenched the sheets.

With his free hand he grabbed his pants and pulled a condom out of his pocket. She didn’t hear him open the packet and put the condom on. He then removed his fingers and kissed her clitoris and then forcefully attacked it with his tongue. She put her hands on his head and he grabbed the outside of each of her thighs, pulling them apart.

He inserted his tongue in her pussy and she felt how long it was. He found her spot with his tongue and flicked it with the end of it. She let out a scream as her orgasm took over her body. Her cum came rushing out and squirted all in his mouth. He continued until she pushed his head away. He wiped his mouth and stood up.

“Fuck me now!” Danisha demanded.

He smiled, climbed in between her lugs and lunged in her. She screamed an ear piercing scream.

“Shh…” he said as he smiled.

“Just fuck me,” she begged and he did as he was told.

He slammed in her as hard as he could. She felt him in her stomach. She grabbed his arms which were big and muscular and that turned her on even more. His breath was becoming heavier and he held her hips as he slammed harder and harder in her. She was moaning and digging her nails into his back.

“Oh, shit, call me daddy,” he said.

“Nigga what?”

“Call me daddy,” he repeated.

“Hold on stop,” she said and he stopped thrusting.

“Call you daddy? Why?”

“I like when women call me daddy. Makes me feel superior and masculine,” he explained.

“Get out and off of me.”

“What? Why?”

“It’s my body and my pussy and because shit I fucking said so.”

He pulled out of her and rolled on side of her. She got up and started getting dressed. He watched her in confusion.

“Did I say something wrong?” he asked.

“I don’t call anyone daddy who demands it from me,” she replied.

“So you are a hooker,” he said.

“I am not a fucking hooker.”

“By the way you just sucked my dick and let me fuck you, yeah, I consider that a hooker.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said as she put her shoes on and looked at herself in the mirror above the dresser at the foot of the bed against the wall.

“You should get dressed before someone sees you,” she said as she unlocked the door and walked out leaving it open.

He hurried and got up to close it. Back outside, everyone was laughing and having a good time.

“I’m leaving, thanks for lunch,” said Danisha as she hugged and kissed her parents and then her sister.

Short Stories, Sneak Peeks

Short Story Sunday 4/23/2017 (Sage)

This is an excerpt from my upcoming novel entitled, Sage.

She quickly showered and got dressed. Carefully putting the mask on, making sure the adhesive wasn’t showing, she pressed the thin material over her face and neck. She almost didn’t recognize herself.

She put the wig on and she couldn’t even tell it was a wig. Looked almost like her real hair so she took it off. That was adding a bit too much. She used make up to blend in the seems of the mask with her own skin, and to make sure it wouldn’t peel off. She had chosen a low cut dress, under the assumption that this place was crawling with men. She gave herself the once over, grabbed her purse and keys and ran out the door.

She pulled up to the high rise building and instantly thought of her condo building. They were oddly similar. She walked into the receptionist after parking and was directed to the 10th floor. The elevator doors opened and she was blinded by the sun shining through the window, reflecting off the blindingly white walls, white flowers, white floors and white couches. It was like stepping into the sun, hence the name, High Clouds.

She walked over to another receptionist and was told to have a seat. She waited for nearly an hour before a tall, dark, black man came out.

“Hello, Ms. James. I’m Jay, the COO.”

“Nice to meet you Jay, and please, call me Sage.”

“Sage. Please step into my office.”

She got up and walked past him. His dick jumped at the way her ass moved and her long legs. He followed her into his office and closed the door behind him. She sat in his visitor chair and he leaned against his desk.

“So how did you hear about us?”

“Well, I did my research and saw that you all are the second highest grossing marijuana company.”

“Yeah, we are trying to beat out Sage, Inc. You don’t by chance know Sage Bordeaux, do you?” he asked, inquisitively.

“No, never met her, but I heard she’s pretty damn good at what she does.”

“She is, indeed, however, we aim to plummet her and drive her into the ground, so to speak.”

The heat began to rise again in Sage. This fine ass son of a bitch was trying to stop her business.

“So what’s your interest in Sage, Inc., if you don’t mind me asking?”

“No, that’s a good question,” he said, moving around his desk to his chair.

“Sage, Inc. is honestly a top shelf company, if you know what I mean. They have great revenue, loyal customers, awesome growers, amazing products…”

“Sorry to cut you off but you’re losing me. If Sage, Inc. has all of these great assets, why try to up them?”

“Because Sage is a woman, a black woman at that, and I don’t like a black woman being on top unless she’s riding my dick.”

Sage pretended to be shocked by his words.

“Don’t act surprised. You waltz in here with that tight ass dress, showing off your ass and breasts, which I would like my dick between both by the way.”

“I thought this was an interview.”

“It is, and you’re hired.”

“What?”

“I can sense that you are a woman who can handle her own and with your sex appeal, we can use you on our persuasion team.”

“Persuasion team?”

“We have a group of men and women who use either their sex appeal or their intimidation techniques, to persuade people to start working either with and for us.”

“So that’s how you got some of the growers from Sage, Inc. to switch over.”

“I see you did your research on us.”

“I always have to check out who I will be working for.”

“Can’t be mad at that. So what’s your price?”

“For?”

“Salary.”

“A quarter mil.”

“Are you shitting me?”

Sage stood up and leaned over his desk, exposing her breasts. One fell out of her dress. He leaned forward and took it in his mouth. His dick was begging to be released.

“I’m dead serious. A quarter or I walk.”

“Ok,” he said, in between sucks.

She pulled back and put her breast in her dress, walking out of his office, closing the door behind him. He pulled his dick out and spewed his cum after two tugs. This woman was going to be dangerous, he thought.

Back at her office…

She grabbed her key board and added to her web. Now that she was in with High Clouds, she had to plan the next step, which was to eventually figure out who was running the show, and shut them down. A person this discreet, it had to be a woman. Women were sneaky like that, she should know. She also needed to figure out where the hell Jeremy was that was so secretive. S

he got a ping from his phone on her map at the bottom of the window. He was in Atlanta. What the hell was in Atlanta? She zeroed in on the location and he was at a residential location. She sent a message to her IT person, who she paid of the books, to see who and what was at this address. Then the ping disappeared before she could get the full address. She sat up quick. Then another ping came. He was at her office building.

“Why are you keeping tabs on me?”

She screamed and dropped her keyboard at the sound of Jeremy’s voice.

“What the fuck Jeremy?!”

“Why are you keeping tabs on me?”

Her phone dinged and it was her IT person. Jeremy snatched the phone out of her hand, read the message and replied something back. He placed it on her desk as he walked towards her, deactivating the screen, not taking his eyes of her. Sage’s heart stopped, her pussy became moist as he got closer, until he was towering over her, her back against the window. He looked at her with the same expression he always had. He began to lean down and his lips almost touched hers.

“Stop budding in my fucking business, Sage,” he whispered against her lips, running a finger down her cheek, and then walked out her office.

She gasped for air. She had never been that close to him before and she could have swore he was going to fuck her where she stood. All she felt now was anger and embarrassment. Her phone dinged again and it was a notification that the connection to the cameras at his house had been lost. He found out about those too and must’ve took them down.

She was now frustrated, mentally, emotionally, and sexually. That brought her back to what Brice had said the night before. Those memories from long ago began to rise and she pushed them aside.

Short Stories

Perish Island: A Short Thriller (Chapter 2)

At the bus station, it smelled of old people and moth balls. Though Tasia and I lived in an upscale gated community, the perimeters weren’t as lavish. I saw homeless people, drug heads, and beggars. I held my things close as so they would not be touched. I finally heard my bus get called and ran to the gate. I beat this man out by a split second. Loading my things under the bus, I quickly boarded and walked to the very back.

Plugging in my headphones, I took out my tablet and played some music as I wrote on my blog. I wanted to respond to some comments and begin this series. I had many comments saying how crazy I was to even be doing this. About three months ago, I found some interesting things about Perish Island. I also found some disturbing things.

Perish Island got its name because many people died there or just simply disappeared. Those who were found, were found in the most gruesome ways: eyes cut out, bodies dismembered, even a pregnant woman whose baby had been cut out. Through my extensive research, I read that the island was cursed. I also read some opposing articles on how the curse was fake and those bodies were staged, photoshopped, etc.

What got me interested in wanting to see for myself was lately, many people have gone missing or have come back changed. Changed in a way that no one could describe. They said something about their eyes were changed, to a purplish green color, and they spoke a dead language. I researched the language: Charishian. It was a language that was used by people of that island in the early 1500s, when the island was named Charish. I looked up and studied the language for the past month or so. It was a pretty hard language to learn, but I had the basics covered.

I hadn’t even noticed we had left the station until the bus came to an immediate stop, thrusting me forward, hitting something. Luckily, I gripped my tablet in time. I looked around and saw a bus full of confused people. I looked out the window. I didn’t see anything. I stood up and saw the bus driver getting off the bus. I heard a scream and saw the bus driver run back on, closing the doors hurriedly.

I took my headphones out and began walking down the aisle. As I got closer, I saw something, a huge something, lying in the middle of the road. I turned my tablet to camera mode, zoomed in as I got closer and snapped a few pictures. Others were standing up around me, snapping photos as well. I heard the bus driver radioing a police officer.

“Open the door,” I said.

“Wh…wh…what?”

“Open the door. I want to get a better look.”

“Are you fucking crazy?”

“No, I’m a blogger and this would be a good way to boost my ratings, now open the door.”

“You’re fucking…”

“Open the damn door!” I yelled.

She jumped, but opened the door. As I walked off, I heard others behind me coming off the bus. We walked around to the front and I couldn’t believe my eyes. I heard snaps of cameras and phones as people crowded around. No one said a word. I snapped about 50 shots from each angle. I am not sure what it was but it definitely was not human, or animal. It looked like a big black cloak, that could breathe, yes, it was breathing. I took out my camera and began recording. Making sure to get the thing in the background as I described what it was. I ended the recording as soon as the police, ambulance and UBF (Unidentified Beings Force) showed up.

They ordered us to get back on the bus, but I had everything I needed. They also made us swear not to post anything. Yeah, right. Soon as I got in my seat, I put my headphones back in and pretended I was listening and reading. I turned on my hotspot, hooked my camera up to my tablet and began uploading. The signal was weak, as I could tell we were getting close to a dead spot. It took about 10 minutes to upload. As it was working, I watched UBF haul the thing off. Whatever it was, it was still alive. I was so glad I would not be there when it woke up.

Another 45 minutes and we were back on the road. It was 12 in the afternoon and the sun was beaming high. I looked out the window, capturing as many photos as I could of fields, flowers, nature. Before long, I had dozed off, unknowingly, until I began to dream, and this was not like the other dream.

“You shouldn’t be here! Go back to where you came from!”

I was looking around. I was in the middle of the street, but no one was near me, saying anything. People walked by and didn’t seem to notice me. “I am well known but never seen. Don’t try to look for me, for your eyes can’t see even what is in front of you.” My heart started racing. I ran up to someone to ask if they heard the voice. Then I saw their eyes. I stopped breathing. It was real. The curse. Their eyes were purplish-green. Everyone. I darted down the street and I felt something cool on the back of my neck. I looked behind me and saw a shadow with no face. I screamed as it engulfed me. Everything went black.

I jolted awake and realized I was still on the bus. I looked around and many people were sleep or just not paying any attention to me. I grabbed my bag that had the food my sister had made me. I took out a sandwich and some chips with a bottle of water. I heard dings in my ear and realized it was my tablet.

They were comments to my photos and video I had posted earlier. I skimmed through them as I ate, reading what people thought that thing was, and still calling me crazy for continuing and not going back with the police. I scrolled through until I saw a comment that almost made me choke on the sandwich.

“I know who you are Iris. You should go back home. Perish Island needs not its secret exposed. Continue on this journey and you to shall perish.”

The comment shook me to my core. I tried to respond back but I kept getting the message that the user didn’t exist. Then the strangest thing happened. The comment disappeared, like it had never even been there. Did I imagine it? Was I losing it? Dammit. I knew I should’ve taken a screen shot.

My phone vibrated, scaring me from my thoughts. It was my sister. I let it go to voicemail. As I finished eating, I browsed through some more articles about Perish Island. I looked at old photos of people, businesses, schools. I compared them to recent photos and noticed that a lot of things had changed.

The island had been modernized but the population was still dropping. It was only at about 1,100 people. For such a large island, that was not a large amount of people. I went to my saved searches to look at the Air BnB I was staying at. It was a nice little cottage, just outside of town. Not too far from everything, but far enough that I would have privacy.

There were a few houses in the area, mostly older couples and one or two younger singles my age. It was behind the main house, a small pool separating the two. I assumed it had been a guest house for when the owner’s kids came into town. I sent a quick message to the owner letting them know about the earlier incident and that I may be coming in a little later than expected. I looked up and it was beginning to get dark.

I hated that I had to take the ferry in the night time. The waters would be black, unknown depths. We pulled into the bus station about an hour later and it was much nicer than the one back home. I gathered my things and headed to the ferry. There were a lot of people being taken to the island. I wondered if it was a special occasion. I sat alone, staring into the night sky, looking at the stars and the sun.

My phone buzzed and it was 4 voicemails and 23 text messages. Some from my sister and other from Jermail. Basically, my sister was pissed that I hadn’t told her that Jermail and I had broken up and Jermail was pissed that I had still been lying to my sister that I was going with him. I turned my phone off and stared back into the waters. It was about a 30 minute boat ride to the island. It was all lit up. I could see the light from the lighthouse.

Even at night the island was just as beautiful compared to the photos I had seen of it during the day. We docked and loaded off the ferry. My Uber was waiting there for me. I got in and we headed to the cottage. As we were leaving town, there became less and less street lights. Of course, I thought it odd.

“You ever been to the island?” the driver asked, distracting me from my thoughts.

“What? Oh, no, I haven’t.”

“How’d you hear about it?”

“I stumbled across the place that I am staying at and saw that it had great ratings. I just needed a vacation somewhere that was secluded.”

“Yeah, the Barry’s are nice and offer great service and hospitality.”

“How did you know where I was going?” I asked nervously.

“The address that you put in when you ordered the Uber.”

“Oh, right.”

I had in fact forgotten. I had also forgotten that there weren’t many people who lived on the island, so everyone probably knew each other. I began to relax as we talked for the next 10 minutes. He then pulled into the driveway of this beautiful, Victorian house. The architecture and pointed triangular roof tops. It was a large house, two stories. For two people in their 50s, this was a lot of house. The driver got my things out of the trunk as I walked up to the door. Before I could knock, it opened and their stood this woman, almost scared me half to death.

She had mocha skin, tight, like it had been pulled back, long, jet black hair, beady gray eyes, a neck like a giraffe, extremely high cheekbones, and skinnier than a rail. I quickly put on a smile to hide the fact that I was terrified. She looked possessed.

“Hi, you must be Mrs. Barry. I’m Iris.”

“Good evening, and please call me Janelle,” she screeched in her high pitched voice.

My heart stopped at her voice. I didn’t even want to go in anymore. I wanted the driver to take me back, but as soon as I turned around, all I could see was his taillights in the distance. I’m screwed. I turned back to the demon lady and she invited me in. I clutched my suitcase and slowly walked in. The inside of the house made my breath get caught in my throat. Obviously, this couple was into taxidermy, for there were stuffed animal heads and full animals everywhere. I’m not religious but even looking at this house I wish I had a rosary.

“Why don’t I show you to the back house and you get settled in,” came the voice again.

“Um, sure. Yeah, that would be great.”

I followed the decrepit lady through the foyer into the living room. I stopped dead in my tracks as I saw a cat with its teeth baring, hissing at what seemed to be some sort of dog.

“Oh, don’t mind them dear, that is how they play,” she said, giving me this look like I was dinner.

Out the back door I began to relax. The pool was lit and the water running down the rocks was soothing. There were lawn chairs lining the pool, a gazebo with a grill and some outdoor couches, a small garden on the outskirts of the pool area. It was beautiful to say the least. We got to the back house and she unlocked the door. I followed her in.

“Here are you quarters. Don’t be too shy to ask for anything. Also, make sure to look the doors and windows at night.”

“Why?” I asked, regretfully.

“Why dear, there’s a storm coming. There are also boards for the windows.”

As she walked out, I knew that was a lie. I locked the door behind her and made sure the windows were locked as well. I looked around the small cottage. There was a bathroom in the back with just a toilet and small shower, like that of a tiny house, the bed was king sized, the desk was small but usable and the décor was lovely, not like in the main house. I showered and unpacked some of my things, putting them into drawers. I was only going to be here a week. That meant I had five days to get my story and get the hell out of here. This place just had ‘bad idea’ written all over it.

Part of me wishes I had listened to Tasia and Jermail. The other part of me knew that this was going to be my big break into the world of independent blogging. I setup my tablet on the desk and finished the post for today. I responded to some comments, plugged it in to charge and my phone and camera, then headed to the bed. My eyes were heavy from the long ride. Though, I was a tad bit scared to go to sleep because of the nightmares and being in this nightmarish place, I knew that my dreams could be worse. I turned off the lights and let the sleep consume me.

Short Stories, Sneak Peeks

Short Story Sunday 3/19/2017 (Sage)

I got out the cab and tipped the driver.  Bag held close I walked to the 20 story hotel. I can’t believe this man lives in this palace off of my fucking money. Walking to the concierge’s desk, the woman behind the desk looked up and smiled.

“Hi, how may I help you?”

“I’m here to meet Mr. Walker. He is expecting me.”

“Name?”

“Xiochitl.”

“Last name?”

“It’s just Xiochitl.”

“Like Beyonce?”

“No, not like Beyoncé. Xiochitl.”

“I’m sorry. Uh yes, I see your name on the list. He’s in room 2060.”

“Thanks.”

Like Beyoncé. Tuh. I walked to the bank of elevators and waited with a few other people that were standing there. The doors opened and we got in. Luckily I was the only one going to the top floor. Once the others had gotten off, the elevator finally stopped at the 2oth floor. It was quiet. Almost too quiet.

I looked at the sign to see which way to go and turned left. His room was in the corner of the hall at the end. I looked at the window, fixing my wig. I rang the doorbell. I waited a few seconds then heard someone coming to the door. He opened the door completely naked, dick hard. He wastes no time.

“Glad you made it. Did you find it okay?”

“Who doesn’t know this hotel?” I said sarcastically, walking in, pulling my gloves tighter.

He had furnished the place nicely. Gold trim, black suede couches, a pool table, typical bachelor’s pad. There were pieces of art on the wall, all naked women in sexual positions.

“Where’s the bedroom?”

“My kind of woman. This way.”

I followed him down the hall to a room that was the size of my downstairs kitchen. For a place like this you would think the bedroom would be bigger. I threw my bad at the head of the bed and took off my coat. I wore nothing underneath. I knew this was going to be a messy job and didn’t want to leave any evidence I had been here.

He came up behind me and kissed my neck, squeezing my breasts. I pushed him off.

“Lay down.”

He quickly got in the bed and laid on his back. I secured each limb with some rope to the four bed posts. I could see his chest rising and falling quickly. He must’ve taken something.

“What did you pop?”

“Ecstasy and a molly.”

Figures.

“Aren’t you going to take your gloves off?”

Ignoring him, I took out my whip and let the tassels run up his leg before I snapped it against his chest. He groaned and his eyes grew wild. I pulled out a condom and climbed between my legs, taking the condom out the wrapper and sliding it down his dick with my mouth, sucking as I went down.

I didn’t have much time and needed this to be quick before the real escort got here. I straddled him and slid down slowly, watching his wild eyes. They were beginning to turn read. I rode him up and down, bouncing fast and hard. I could see him foaming at the mouth. Fuck, this was going to be shitty.

He writhed under me as he came. I got off before he could finish.

“Why’d you get off?” he seethed. “I was fucking cumming.!”

“Yeah, I know, but then I thought about it and decided you didn’t deserve it.”

“I paid you $2,000!”

“No, you paid Xiochtil $2,000.”

“What?”

I took off my wig and threw it in my bag, and then pulled off the silicon mask Tyrell made for me. His eyes got big.

“Fucking Sage!”

“Damn fucking right.”

“What is this?”

“You fucked me over, now it’s time for payback.”

“What you’re going to leave me here tied up?”

I pulled out my syringe and placed it in one of his needle marks on his arm. He screamed and tried to move, but I knew this place had sound proof walls.

“I have cameras,” he foamed.

“My team has already taken care of that.”

I injected his arm with potassium chloride, only enough that he would die slowly. All it would do was stop his heart. He began seizing and foaming at the mouth. With the drugs in his system, they would think he overdosed. I untied his arms and legs and put everything back in my bag. Giving the room a once over as his body moved about wildly, veins popping out of his neck, I put on the mask , wig and coat.

When I got to the door of the bedroom, I remembered the condom. I walked back in and took  it off, placing it in a Ziploc bag in my bag’s side pocket. My head snapped when I heard the sound of the front door unlocking.

“Shit!” I whispered.

Grabbing I bag, I ran to the window.

“Will?” called out a female voice.

I opened the window to a fire escape.

“Yes!”

I climbed out and closed the window behind me. I peeked in as a woman came in the room. When she realized he was dead, she screamed. Then another person came in.

“Jeremy!”

I felt the blood boiling under my skin. That piece of shit. Why is he here? I ran down the fire escape. I dialed my sisters number.

“We have a motherfucking problem!”

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Perish Island: A Short Thriller (Chapter 1)

It was the third time that I had woken up from the same dream. It was always the same. Scary. Daunting. Unreal. I could never figure out why I kept dreaming about the same thing. Was it trying to warn me? Tell me something? Or was it just a side effect from the pint of ice cream I had last night before bed?

I looked at the bed side clock. It was barely 3. That had to be a sign too. I laid in bed staring at the ceiling, checking everything off the list I had for things I had packed. Socks. Check. Underwear. Check. Pants. Check. Bra. Check. By the time I had gone through the list, t was 3:12. I rolled over and closed my eyes. Drifting back to sleep. The dream continued.

I was running through the woods! Someone, or something was chasing me. I couldn’t seem to shake them, or it. I heard the footsteps running after me, but barely over the sound of my heart racing. I was coming to the edge of a cliff, nothing but roaring waters down below. I still heard the footsteps, running.

I saw the shadows but I couldn’t tell from which direction. Was it more than one? I weighed my options. If I jump, I die by drowning. If I stay here and get captured, I die. Neither option had a good ending so I went with the first one and jumped. I screamed on the way down. I felt hands on my shoulders, someone shaking me and calling my name.

“Iris! Wake up! Iris! Iris!”

I jolted up in my bed. It was daylight. Already? How long had I been dreaming. I looked at the clock. It was 7 in the morning. I rubbed my eyes.

“You were having that dream again, weren’t you?” asked my sister, Tasia.

“Yeah, and I’m so sick of it. I don’t know what any of it means and I feel like something is going to happen soon. That I am going to actually live out this dream.”

“You know mom always said…”

“Yeah, mom always said, ‘My dear, you have the gift of premonitions. Use that gift wisely.’ But hell, I die in this so called premonition.”

“Well, maybe it’s not a premonition, maybe you’re just stressed about this trip. It’s a big story for you to try to uncover and you’re under a lot of pressure.”

“Yeah, maybe you’re right.”

“Well, you should probably be getting ready. I packed you some food for the bus and boat ride,” she sad before leaving.

“Thanks,” I called after her.

I showered and got dressed. Bringing my suitcase down the stairs, I could hear the television.

“Breaking News! We just got word that the storms are brewing around Perish Island. Any travelers, we highly advise that you hold off on your trip until the storms have passed.”

I walked in as my sister turned to look at me, with that look in her eyes.

“Tasia, don’t be silly. That storm could end up going the other way.”

“Iris, you know the stories behind that island, which is why you’re going there. You know it’s dangerous as is and now these storms? You want to risk your life just for some views on your blog?”

“Tasia it’s more than that. You know I want my blog to turn into a source of income and for other bloggers and websites to take me seriously. All of these pieces lately haven’t been as buzzworthy and you know I can’t stand celebrity gossip.”

“I know but still, I worry. We are all we have left,” she sulked.

“We have Jermail.”

“You have Jermail.”

“Hey, you know he loves you too.”

“Just be careful.”

“I promise,” I said as I went over and hugged her.

“I’m glad Jermail is going with you.”

“I’m glad he is too,” I lied.

I hadn’t told my sister that Jermail and I had broken up a week ago and that I was doing this trip solo, hence why we broke up. He didn’t approve of me going alone, so I ended things. But I definitely wasn’t about to tell her that.

I heard the horn of the Uber and got my things and food she packed for me. She stood at the door and watched me off. I looked out the back window and waved. At that moment, I now realized, I should’ve never gone to Perish Island.

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Short Story Sunday 3/12/2017 Hustle in Paris (an excerpt)

I trailed a finger down his chest to his dick, which to no surprise was just waiting to burst out of his pants.

“I…I’m a virgin,” he whispered.

“Don’t worry, it won’t hurt.”

Unzipping his pants, I pulled his dick out. He gasped and stiffened, looking at me. I stroked him softly and he put his hands on my ass, unsure if it was okay. I knelt down and licked the pre cum off his tip.

“You have to breathe or you will pass out.”

He let out a breath and relaxed. I sucked him fast and hard. He screamed as he let out the first nut, probably his first nut ever.

“Oh, fuck!” he said in French.

I pushed him against the wall, turned around, lifted my dress, grabbed his dick and pushed it in me. I bounced back and forth on him as he moaned and gasped. He grabbed my hips.

“Pull me faster,” I said. For a scrawny boy, he had some strength. I reached between my legs and grabbed his balls.

“Ah, ah, fuck!” he screamed.

I pulled his dick out and led him back to the dining room. I pushed him in a chair and straddled him. He started to get the hang of it and pulled my breasts out, sucking on them. I bounced harder and faster. I reached behind to grab his balls, making sure he didn’t come in me. Just what I would need, a baby by a baby.

His balls were hard and I knew he was on the edge. I got up and sucked him dry, him screaming again. To my surprise, he got up and lifted my on to the table on my back. He spread my legs and sucked and licked me like a pro. This, he had most definitely done before.

He circled and sucked and licked and took all of me in his mouth. I came over and over. I screamed when he shoved his dick in, this time, him taking complete control. He breathed fast and hard and grabbed my breast, fucking me like his life depended on it. In so many ways this was wrong, but he was legal and it felt so good. Guess I can add cougar to my repertoire.

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Short Story Sunday 3/5/2017 (Her Hustle in Paris)

Danisha and Darnell

I walked my sister to the door, hugged and kissed her and watched until she drove off. Anissa was right though. It wouldn’t hurt to call Darnell. As I walked up the stairs, I scrolled through my phone for his number. Then his face popped up on my screen. He was FaceTiming me. I ran to the bathroom to look in the mirror and made sure I was presentable. I took a deep breath in and out and answered.

“Hey Darnell.”

“Hey Danisha. Is this a bad time?”

“No. My sister just left.”

“Oh, ok. Well, how are you?”

“Fine. And you?”

“You still tricking?”

I glared at him in the phone. He kept a straight face. He hadn’t cracked a smile since we had been talking. I laid on the bed.

“No, Darnell, I am not still tricking and I never have.”

“Your girlfriend?”

“She moved to Tokyo. Why are you asking all these questions about my personal life? We haven’t spoken in months and you want to know who I’m fucking or who I’m with?”

“I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t interrupting anything.”

“What did you call me for Darnell?”

“I moved to Houston last week and wanted to see if you wanted to get together some time and just talk.”

I threw the phone at the wall and regretted it as soon as it had left my hand. “That fucking bastard!” I grabbed my pillow and screamed into it. Then, the doorbell rang. My heart pounded faster. I walked slowly down the stairs as it rang again. I looked through the peep hole and it was Darnell. How the fuck did he know where I lived?

“I know you’re here Danisha.”

Dammit! I swung the door open.

“What the entire absolute fuck are you doing here Darnell?”

He grabbed my waist and kissed me. He slammed the door behind him. He lifted me and I wrapped my legs around him. He leaned me down on the couch and slipped his hands into my shorts. He fingered me so softly. He took my shirt off and pulled the cups of my bra down, exposing and attacking my breasts, continuing to finger me. I moaned in his ear and grabbed the back of his neck. With my free hand, I grabbed his dick, which was already hard. I pulled it out his pants and stroked it.

He kept biting my breasts and fingering me a little faster. He stopped and pulled my shorts off. Grabbing a condom out of his shorts, he put it on and took his shoes and pants off. He climbed back on top and kissed me. I grabbed his dick and put it in, forgetting how big it was. He filled me and I let out a loud moan. He kept stroking deeper, harder and faster. I kept screaming, not being able to control myself and the heat between us. He rolled over on the couch, putting me on top. I rode and rode him. He sucked my breasts and smacked my ass. He was so damn big. I didn’t even hear the door open and my sister screamed. I kept going.

“Sorry, I’ll go upstairs,” she said as she took off.

Darnell laughed and I kept going, ignoring what was going on. I had been thinking about this moment for the longest. He turned us to the side and hit it as hard as he could. He lifted me and laid me on the couch, stroking deeper and faster.

“Fuck me Darnell! Fuck me!”

He turned me over and hit it from the back, bending me over deeper. His strokes grew more aggressive, causing me to scream louder. I had forgot all about my sister. He flipped me over again, stroking harder. I think he was at his peak. He lifted one of my legs and hooked a finger around my big toe and stroked deeper. I screamed because he had gone too deep. He grunted and groaned in my ear and then pulled out. Putting his shoes and pants back on, he left and didn’t turn around. Not a single word.

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Short Story Sunday 2/12/2017 The Cable Guy

Janet heard the knock on the door and knew it was the cable guy. She opened it and welcomed him in. She showed him where the cable needed to be installed and which rooms. She yelled to her daughter, Maliyah, that the cable guy was there and that she was leaving to do some errands. When she left, the cable guy got to work in the living room. After about ten minutes, he felt someone grab his ass.

He turned around to see a woman who looked 25, but he knew she was younger. She smiled and licked her lips at him.

“I don’t think that this is appropriate,” he said, trying to sound like he meant it.

Looking at her all he could think about was his dick in her mouth and then bending her over.

“Why not? You don’t like pussy?” she teased, twirling her hair with her pointer finger.

“How old are you?”

“I’m 21.”

He thought about it and then turned to get back to work. She grabbed his dick from behind and he instantly got hard. He turned to look at her again.

“I can’t do this with you, you’re too young.”

“That’s not what your dick says,” she said and before he could protest, his pants were at his ankle and his dick in her mouth.

He thought about resisting but she was a pro at what she was doing. He gave in and let her suck his dick. Technically, this was okay because he wasn’t actually in her pussy. She grabbed his balls firmly and jiggled and pulled gently on them. He gasped while looking down at her looking up at him, sucking him hard. He put one hand on her head and pushed her head to him so he could go deeper.

“Yeah, just like that,” he growled.

He was about to release and grabbed her head with both hands. He thrusted faster in her mouth, causing her to gag. He was about to teach her a lesson about not fucking with a grown man dick. He released still fucking her mouth viciously. He pulled it out and watched her gag. She wasn’t ready but he was still going to show her.

He got out his shoes and took his pants all the way off. He picked her up and sat her on the couch. He lifted her skirt and saw she had no panties on. He spread her legs and ate her pussy. The way she squirmed, she wasn’t ready for that either. He continued attacking her clitoris and then put two fingers in her tight pussy. She screamed and moaned. Whether or not it was pain or pleasure, he didn’t care.

An orgasm ripped through her body and she convulsed, screaming. He wondered if the neighbors could hear her. He turned her so that she was now laying on the couch. He got between her legs and her eyes widened, as he slipped on a condom. He plunged in her making her scream. Tears came rolling out and he thrusted in her tight, wet pussy hard and fast. The tears stopped and she appeared to be enjoying it, though still screaming.

She knew he wasn’t going to stop. He had a better idea. He pulled out and told her to get on the floor on all fours. She did quickly and he squatted behind her. He entered her slowly, but fucked her hard. Her screams got him off quickly. He felt he was about to release and couldn’t control himself and fucked her a little to hard. He turned into a beast. When he was done he stood up and put his pants back on and his shoes.

He got back to work, ignoring her as she could barely walk straight. She sat back on the couch and watched him. When he was done with all the rooms he told her he was leaving.

“When will you come back?” she asked.

“Did you not learn your lesson?”

“What lesson?”

“Not to fuck with a grown man dick?”

“But I like grown man dicks,” she said, sauntering over to him. She gave him a little squeeze and fluttered her eyes at him. He smiled and left before his dick got too hard. When he got to his truck, Janet was pulling up.

“Did everything get installed?” she asked.

“Yes ma’am. It was kind of hard to get in at first but after a while everything went in easily,” he smiled, knowing she had no idea what he just did to her daughter.

He got in his truck and drove off to another appointment.

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Short Story Sunday 2/5/2017 (The Virgin)

Restaurant Antics

When I walked in the restaurant, Wayne was sitting in a corner by himself. He looked as good as he always did. I made sure to wear something extremely low cut and extremely short. He claims he wasn’t a virgin but tonight we were going to see about that. I sauntered over to the table and he looked up at me. He was speechless.

I watched him swallow hard and saw beads of sweat forming on his forehead. Perfect. I knew that his cock had to be hard now. I sat across from him. And made sure to stick my already large chest out. He couldn’t take his eyes off of my breasts. The waiter came over and took our drink orders and then left. I smiled at him as he finally lifted his eyes to my face.

“This is a nice restaurant,” I said.

“Yeah, it is. It’s my favorite,” he replied.

He took a few sips of his water. I couldn’t help the fact that my inner goddess was doing summersaults at his expense. This man had no idea what he was in for. Little did he know, I booked the entire restaurant for the night so we could have privacy.

“It must be a slow night,” he said.

I shrugged as if it didn’t matter to me. The waiter came back with our drinks and took our food orders. After he left, I took my heels off and placed my feet on either side of his cock. Oh, yeah, he was hard. He moved my feet away quickly and his light, brown skin turned red.

“What are you doing? That’s extremely inappropriate.”

“I’m sorry. Guess I got the wrong idea,” I said sarcastically.

He eyed me up and down, stopping at my breasts.

“What I find inappropriate is that you keep staring at my breasts,” I said.

“Well, you got them all out for everyone to see!”

“If you want to keep staring at my breasts, unzip your pants and pull your dick out.”

He looked me in my eyes and he didn’t know what to say. He was in shock that I could even say anything like that. At work I keep the explicit language to a minimum, but outside of work, I say, and do, as I please with it.

“What if somebody sees?” he whispered.

“Trust me, nobody will.”

He looked around and put his hands under the table. I heard his zipper go down. When his hands were back on the table, I leaned forward and grabbed his cock. He gasped as I stroked him up and down. His breathing increased. He tried to keep cool and pretend nothing was happening. He moved closer to the edge of his seat so I could get a good grip on his full length. The waiter came back with our food.

The look on Wayne’s face was priceless because I didn’t stop jerking him off. I kept my eyes on him and he kept his on me. I felt his whole body stiffen. He was about to release and the waiter was still there placing the food on the table. He put a hand under the table and tried to get me to stop but it was too late. He let out a yell and guided my hand faster up and down his length. The waiter paid no attention and walked away. Wayne’s release was all over my hand. I licked it all off. He watched, still breathing hard and zipping his pants.

“Why didn’t you stop and why are you licking my, you know, off your hand?”

“You really are a virgin aren’t you?” I asked quizzically.

He nodded and started eating his food. I smiled. This was going to be fun. Even though he was 20 years older than me, I get to show and teach him a few things. I ate my food and we talked about music. That was all we ever really talked about. Music was his thing. He liked rap, R&B, old school and a lot more. We had similar tastes in artists and genres. This man had no idea the things I thought about doing to him. If only he knew. I got up and sat next to him, undoing his pants again. He grabbed my hands.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m going to suck your dick.”

“What?” he exclaimed.

“You heard me.”

He moved his hands, slowly, and I pulled his dick out again. He got bold and touched my breasts.

“You can pull them out if you want,” I smiled.

He didn’t move so I pulled them out for him. He grabbed both of them and put his cock in my mouth. It was so big.

“Ah,” he groaned.

He pinched my nipples and I felt my pussy start to get wet. Sooner or later, I was going to have to fuck him. I heard footsteps coming towards us and I got under the table, still sucking his dick.

“Will there be any dessert, sir?”

I grazed his cock with my teeth and he jumped.

“Uh, uh, no, that’s, that’s all,” he stammered.

The waiter was clearing the table. He was going particularly slow. What Wayne didn’t know was that this was apart of my plan. I wanted to break him out of his shell. I was going to make him cum while the waiter was standing there. I guess Wayne finally broke out of it because next thing I know he grabbed my head and was thrusting his hips forward, fucking my mouth. He let out a loud groan and released down my throat. The waiter pretended not to notice and Wayne seemed a bit angry. The waiter left and Wayne yanked me out from under the table.

“I don’t know what kind of game you’re trying to play but this is wrong,” he seethed.

“How is it wrong?” I asked, leaning back, playing with my hard nipples.

He watched me and jumped forward and grabbed one with his teeth. He bit down hard, making me yelp a little. He moved his hand up my thigh to my dripping pussy. I had no panties on. He inserted two fingers and fingered my clit with his thumb. He hit both my g-spot and my clit at the same time. I was moaning louder now. The waiter came back and filled our wine glasses, ignoring us. I saw his cock start to bulge and I grabbed it, Wayne not even noticing.

I quickly unzipped the waiter’s pants and his hard, black cock fell out. I pulled him to my lips and teased his shaft with my tongue. I tasted his pre-cum. He was young. Maybe 20 or so. I stared in his eyes as I sucked his young cock. He came quickly and I licked his dick clean. I nodded my head back and he left. Wayne sped up his fingers on my g-spot and my clit. I came hard, yelling out. I pushed him back and quickly straddled him. I was going to fuck his big virgin dick so good. I slid down him fast and he breathed in deeply. I rode him hard and fast, barely giving him a chance to breath.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” he moaned.

He smacked my ass and bit down on my nipple hard. He was liking this.

“Yeah, ride it faster,” he growled against my nipple.

I bounced up and down fast and he grabbed my hips to pull me deeper. My breasts bounced up and down in his face and I felt his dick get harder. He was growling like a beast now. It was so turning me on. I let out a yell as I climaxed. My body convulsed and he followed. I got off him and licked both of our release off his dick. As it softened I took one of the table napkins to wipe myself clean. He stopped me.

“Get on the table and lay back in front of me,” he said. To be honest, I was a bit shocked.

“You’re not a virgin are you?”

“No, I’m not, now stop wasting time,” he smiled.

I got on the table and spread my legs towards him. I leaned back and I instantly felt his skilled tongue licking up my cum. It felt so fucking good. He buried his face deeper between my legs as he ate my pussy. I grabbed his bald head and squeezed his face with my thighs. I arched my back at the sensation as he nibbled on my clit ever so slightly. He pressed his tongue up against me harder and swirled it around.

I exploded in his mouth and screamed loud in pleasure. He licked up all my cum, slowly. When he was done, I got off the table and we fixed our clothes. He left the money on the table and we headed to exit the restaurant. Our waiter was standing there to say good bye. As I whispered in his ear that I left him a tip and my number on the table, I grabbed his cock and gave it a slight squeeze. He stiffened and we left the restaurant.