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Blaze
Soft lips. I couldn't feel them, but from across the room, they looked remarkably kissable. Luscious mother fuckers curled up to the side, and as they split apart, I watched her tongue leap --casually though, she wasn't trying to get my attention or seduce me-- and her teeth began to clench a peppermint colored plastic straw. I watched her in awe, wishing I could be that straw, if only for a moment. And as she pulled her mouth away from her glass, I got another quick glimpse of that tongue. Thick and juicy. I watched the way she began to slightly suckle on her front teeth, and I knew, way before I'd even approached her and heard her voice, that shawty had a lisp. I sat there for a moment longer watching her finish her drink. She was the perfect candidate to be stalked. Not that I wanted to stalk her or anything, but it was crazy how inobservant she was. Hell she was the only female I’d ever stared at for so long without getting caught up in an awkward exchange of eye contact. She must have had something on her mind. Her eyes were vacant as if her body was here in this club, but her mind and her soul were somewhere else. Somewhere lost in deep thought. I must have looked like that too because I was definitely in deep thought. But I was thinking about her. I couldn’t help but wonder what had shawty’s mind. I felt my arm slip and the drink that I’d been holding on to was spilling its cold contents onto my hand. Angrily I looked over at Dre who had just a split second before nudged my arm to get my attention. “My bad dawg,” he apologized, yanking up a napkin and wiping my wrist with it. I snatched the napkin from him and replied, “Whatever nigga. What do you want? I was concentrating.” He shook his head, “I see. I was ‘bout to suggest that you take your ass over there and holla at lil’ mama.” Holla at lil mama? Dre must have lost his mind somewhere during the drive from Tree Street to the club. I wasn’t the type of guy to approach a strange female and initiate a conversation. No way, that just wasn’t me. Maybe you’re wondering now how a grown ass man could make it through life successfully without the guts to approach a female. I ask myself that same question from time to time and I still don’t have an answer. In high school, the females I talked to were usually girls from classes I’d taken or girls I’d met through friends. However, in high school, I’d never been in a relationship with a girl that I’d approached on my own. It’s not that I’m too shy. I’m not shy with females at all, but I guess that only applies to the females I already know. College was the same as high school. The girls I would talk to were girls I’d met in class or met through friends. Now I’ve graduated and I’m 23 years old and unfortunately I’ve never manned up and approached a woman. The way I stared at little mama with the luscious lips was my strategy. I had this habit of staring at the females I wanted and if they were bold enough to approach me I’d holla back. If not, I’d end up leaving the club frustrated with myself for being so introverted. Occasionally something like this would happen. You know, the whole situation of me staring at someone who hadn’t bothered to change the batteries in the internal fire alarm that instantly goes off when someone’s stares burn a hole into your skull. She damn sure couldn’t smell the smoke from the fire and I wasn’t bold enough to run over and command her to stop drop and roll… so I stared harder. It was a mother fucking inferno in there by the time she looked over at me and smiled. The imaginary carbon monoxide had me so dizzy that I hadn’t noticed she was headed my way until she tapped my shoulder. “I thought I smelled fire!” She declared and winked. I was no longer too afraid to speak. She had officially made the first move and I was clear of all unexplainable shyness. So I asked her her name. “Tootsie,” she announced as if this was a newly acquired nickname that she liked hearing herself announce. I smiled and told her my name was Blaze. She laughed and told me that was a suitable name and restated her earlier statement about smelling fire! I laughed when she said suitable with a slight hiss. She noticed I was watching her mouth as she talked and covered her mouth shyly like Ceily from The Color Purple. I pulled her hand away slowly and told her I liked the way she talked and that it was cute. She giggled like girls do. “So Flame,” she started. “It’s Blaze,” I reminded her. “Oh my bad. So Blaze, you wanna dance?” “Most definitely,” I assured her as I stood up from my chair and began to walk out onto the dance floor with her. “You aint from around here are you?” She asked me. “Naw. I’m from Virginia.” “I can tell by your accent. You sound northern but you sound a tad country too.” “That’s VA for you.” “I bet them Virginia broads can’t put it down like this,” she declared as she started popping her ass on my dick. I was glad she hadn’t put money on that bet or I’d have ended up dead broke. Half because she would win the bet, and half because I’d blow the rest of my cash up over that ass. She moved like a stripper except here, there weren’t any ‘hands off’ rules. So I put my hands on it. But when she slapped my hands away, I knew she’d be trouble. A tease. Probably a closet freak with a bomb ass pussy she’d claim to be saving for the right man. I knew right then and there that she was the serious relationship type. A one night stand was out of the question. I was really into the way she was dancing on me. Hell, I was having a bit of an Usherism. It was only a matter of time before I’d whisper in her ear how badly I wanted to make love to her right there in that club. She interrupted my lustful thoughts when she stood upright and reached into her pocket. She retrieved a cellphone and began to read a text message. “That’s my boyfriend,” she stated sadly. “I gotta go home.” Damn. All I could think to myself was damn. I was already afraid of rejection but this was certainly a night I’d have to face my fears. I could ask her for her number but if she loved her man enough, she wouldn’t give the digits to some stranger. “I’d love to finish this dance some other time,” she told me as she grabbed my hand, “If you give me your number right quick, I can call you later so we can make that happen.” I was surprised, but I was far from hesitant nonetheless. I grabbed her phone and saved my number to it. After she’d stashed her phone back her pocket, she kissed me on the cheek and walked away. I watched her ass swing back and forth in the tight, almost painted on, jeans. I was planted in that spot, eyes glued to her ass, until she was out of the door. Bump for More shout out to Precious aka Pre for redesigning my title!! This message has been edited. Last edited by: Urban_Concepts, ----- My Thoughts, My Ideas, My Creations ----->Urban Concepts - - ;for the ( LOVE ) of money. « ||P O I S O N|(on a temporary hiatus until further notice)| HOMO SAPIENS-- The Experiment The Review (Story reviews by Urban_Concepts)  God gave each of us Talents. Invest them, don't bury them. EXPRESS YOURSELF!! Ending the Tasteless Story Epidimic (click to join) Bad Girl's, Inc Presents SEX101 |
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I LIKE YOUR STORY! BUMPIEZ!
 CAN I BE IN IT? NAME-CAROLYN AKA COOKIE AGE-WHATEVER YOU NEED MAN-DRU FROM COLLEGE HILL OR YELLABOY TRENT LOOKI LIKE-DAWN[DANITY KANE] |
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can be in ur story
look like-d.woods man-plies or spec name-lexus  Im 16 from South Carolina , the best place ever (: Been here all my life & prolly will be here all my life unless i move to NEW YORK <3 to be on broadway . My dream is to be a FAMOUS ACTRESS & believe its gonna happen. |
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i dont know if i need a cast yet but i'll keep ya'll in mind if i need some new characters
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 very good writer this just might be the best story on the board how you used your words, and described the scene so good. wow i have no choice but to bump your story so thats what im going to do...o can i be in if u need any cast?bumpies 2 the fullest  |
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thank you so much. im glad you like it. ----- My Thoughts, My Ideas, My Creations ----->Urban Concepts - - ;for the ( LOVE ) of money. « ||P O I S O N|(on a temporary hiatus until further notice)| HOMO SAPIENS-- The Experiment The Review (Story reviews by Urban_Concepts) God gave each of us Talents. Invest them, don't bury them. EXPRESS YOURSELF!! Ending the Tasteless Story Epidimic (click to join) Bad Girl's, Inc Presents SEX101 |
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Cookie and Lexus, I've added ya'll to my story. Stay tuned lol.
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oops hold on
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Tootsie
I didn’t want to go home to my man. About an hour ago I was speeding in this same car with the intention of getting as far away from him as possible. Too afraid to venture too far from home, I settled for the ICE BOX a club a few miles away from the house. But now, my man was demanding that I return home and I wasn’t stupid enough to ignore his commands. My girls Cookie and Lexus ask me all the time why I’m with him but they listen subjectively with half-closed ears to my answers, and shake their heads for me in pity. Enough people judge me because they don’t know my situation, including Cookie and Lexus. But you, you’re oblivious to it all. You haven’t been around long enough to develop an opinion of me. So, before I go further into detail about my present, I deem it very necessary to inform you of my past. When I was about fourteen my mother became very sick with cancer. Needless to say that before long, her medical bills had our family knee-deep in debt. I took it upon myself to get a job so that I could help her take care of my little sister Debra. I figured that if my mother didn’t have to stress herself out about what and when me and Deb would eat, she could concentrate on getting better. But things took a turn for the worse. My mother died and at the ages of ten and sixteen my sister and I were sent to live with my aunt Milly. Aunt Milly had a bit of an abuse problem. No, she didn’t abuse me or Deb, but she definitely abused those liquor bottles and the crack pipe she hid in her panty drawer. I realized then that going back to school was out of the question and if Deb was going to continue to be a happy child, I’d have to continue working to give her what she needed. My aunt was more concerned about feeding her habit than making sure we got fed anyway. I had to lie at my telemarketing job about my age. Desperate for employees, they didn’t bother to run a background check on me. I made a substantial amount of money every two weeks that I’d spend on groceries, rent, and sometimes utilities. But I was fed up with playing grown-up when I found out my aunt was stealing money from my stash to purchase cocaine. I was in the process of finding somewhere new to live when I met Marcus a local drug dealer who had been watching me for a while. After talking to me on the phone for weeks and taking me out to dinner a few times, I decided I’d spill my guts about my situation. He promised me right then and there that he’d take care of me. I was elated. See I had always wanted to be somebody’s “trophy bitch.” Not just anybody either. I was interested in the gun toting, money making, dick slinging, sexy thug ass niggas. Sometimes I could imagine myself iced out while rocking the latest gear, living in a nice house with a pretty yard, driving a candy painted whip while blasting music with my tight ass sound system, spoiled rotten by a man who’d give me anything I desired as long as I stayed “arm piece sexy.” When ever I’d mention getting a sugar daddy to Milly, my aunt, the queen of bad advice would tell me that “if being an accessory for some low self-esteem having man is what it takes to make you happy, than got dammit, so be it boo.” I took Marcus up on his offer, he was my first sugar daddy, but he certainly was not the last. He had a lot of money but it wasn’t enough for me, I had to have more, and that’s how I got into this situation. I was with Gio now, a nigga I chased who was obviously too big of a catch for me. He showed me a long time ago that I would not be able to manipulate him like I managed to manipulate Marcus and Ricky. Gio was running the show and if I was going to continue to take care of my little sister the way I had done in the past, it would be in my best interest not to fuck Gio over. I guess tonight was one of those rebellious nights though. Gio had pissed me off and I was on edge. So I went to the club to have a few drinks and blow off some steam. I was sitting there thinking about how I would escape Gio when I caught someone staring at me hard. He was a sexy tall brown skin nigga, much unlike Gio who was short and light skinned with pretty eyes. He was making me hot. Not so much because he was sexy, but because his stares were so hard they were burning me. I looked at him and shot him an inviting smile but he didn’t seem like he would approach me. He was probably one of them shy men that stare seductively and hope you go over and speak first. I decided to do just that for him and ask him to dance. So, we made our way over to the dance floor and I put it on him like I knew he wanted me to. He liked it a lot and couldn’t resist feeling on my ass as I popped it on his hard dick. I slapped away his hands though. I didn’t want some nosey bystander to go running they mouth to Gio about me letting somebody feel me up on the dance floor. Gio was the jealous type who would kill a mother fucker if he got too close and yank my ass up if he felt like I invited it. I felt Blaze’s dick growing harder as I grinding my ass on him and as he grabbed my waist I felt my phone vibrate. Damn, it was Gio’s ass. “Bring yo fucking ass home.” I sucked my teeth. I hated the way he talked to me. Even in his text message I could tell he was angry. I had to try to make it home in the next twenty minutes or he would go off. So I got Blaze’s number and rolled out. On the drive home, all I could think about was when I’d get the opportunity to call him. I knew if I was going to get in contact with him I’d have to devise a plan. To get away with anything in Gio’s house, I would have to be strategic. I had already pulled up into the driveway and turned off my headlights before it hit me that in all the time I’d spent in the car thinking about Blaze, I hadn’t begun to think about how I would explain myself to Gio when I got into the house. And I damn sure didn’t have time now to come up with a game plan, for when I looked up over my steering wheel at the front door of the house, I could see Gio standing at the entrance of our home red-faced with anger. Escaping his wrath tonight would be impossible. ----- My Thoughts, My Ideas, My Creations ----->Urban Concepts - - ;for the ( LOVE ) of money. « ||P O I S O N|(on a temporary hiatus until further notice)| HOMO SAPIENS-- The Experiment The Review (Story reviews by Urban_Concepts) God gave each of us Talents. Invest them, don't bury them. EXPRESS YOURSELF!! Ending the Tasteless Story Epidimic (click to join) Bad Girl's, Inc Presents SEX101 |
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upz my story
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Tootsie
Gio wasn’t as outraged as I expected him to be about me leaving the house to go to the club without him there to keep a close eye on me, making sure the only dick I grinded on to a reggae beat was his. He was more so upset because it took me more than twenty minutes to return home, and if Gio said come home, he expected me home ASAP. I had been thinking about the guy I had danced with at the club during the drive home and I forgot to watch my timing, let alone prepare myself for the tongue lashing and possible ass beating Gio would deliver me. “The fuck took you so long?” he asked me, yanking my arm and pulling me into the house. “I-I…I was…” I caught myself stuttering. He didn’t let me finish before he asked me another question. “Where the fuck was you at?” “I was at the ICE BOX,” I confessed. “I needed a drink and I didn’t want to go to the bar cause I aint want no fools trying to holler at me.” “You aint want nobody to holla at you so you went to the club?” he asked me with a voice full of sarcasm. “It’s easier to say no to some dude at the club when the girl right next to you is just as pretty as you are. At the bar, cute girls are a rarity.” He wasn’t satisfied with my answer but he wasn’t exactly in the mood to argue. I watched him walk away from me, headed in the direction of our den area. I followed behind him in disbelief. Something was wrong. He had called me home and I had expected him to start an argument that would eventually end in a physical altercation. If he wasn’t going to do something, why did he call me back? “So…that’s it?” He looked at me and then at the couch in search of the remote control. I thought he would reply once he found the remote but as soon as he did, he plopped down on the couch and turned on the television. “Gio,” I called out at him, hoping he would stop ignoring me. A silent Gio was way worse than a loud and angry Gio. Silent Gio was wild-eyed and unpredictable. After standing there looking at him waiting for him to speak to me for a while, I got tired and decided to retreat to our bedroom. “Where the fuck you think you going?” he asked me as soon as I turned toward the steps. “To the room to change my clothes and lay down,” I replied as I turned right back to face him. “Naw, you stay your ass right there.” I looked at him confused. “If you ever leave this fucking house again the way you did, I’ll bust you the fuck up,” he said nonchalantly with his wild-eyes still glued to the big screen. “What was I supposed to do Gio?” I asked not so much to start an argument, but I really did not know. Right before I left to go to the ICE BOX, Gio and I had an argument about one of his side bitches. She had called the house just moments before and disrespected me. I had known for quite some time that I was not Gio’s one and only, and I really wasn’t upset as long as I remained his number one. However, for a female to call the house phone and then curse me for telling her not to was unacceptable. When I confronted Gio about the situation, he cursed me also and reminded me that he was the king of this castle and I damn sure did not call the shots. No matter how frustrated Gio made me by talking to me as if I had no feelings, I could not retaliate. The last time I cussed Gio out, he back handed me hard and my lips were swollen for a week. People say that you should count to ten and walk away, but when I tried that Gio threatened to kill me if I ever walked away from him again. So I figured I’d let him go off and when he was done, I’d just leave the house to blow off steam. Now Gio was telling me that that wasn’t allowed either. What the fuck did he want me to do? “Seriously Gio, tell me what I’m supposed to do when you talk to me like that. What am I supposed to do when you hurt my feelings like that Gio?” He looked at me hard, and I knew that if I didn’t plan on getting my teeth knocked out, I should just leave him alone. “Can I atleast sit down Gio?” I asked, only to be ignored again, “Please, my feet hurt.” He nodded and I smiled and took a seat next to him. He growled a little beneath his breath and then looked at me as if he was extremely annoyed. “Why must you sit so close?” I smiled at him with my fakest smile, a smile I used on him that he obviously did not detect to be the slightest bit phony, “I thought I was your wifey. Why can’t I be close to you?” “I don’t like you right now,” he admitted. “I don’t like you a lot of the time,” I stated truthfully. “But I love you,” I blatantly lied, although he couldn’t tell. “I love you too,” he lied back although I was smart enough to know he was a mother fuckin liar. I guess the split moment of exchanging “I love you’s” softened his mood, and I knew he wasn’t angry anymore. So I layed my head on his shoulder and told him how I hated when we argued. After telling me I was hard headed as shit, he reminded me that I was his baby and he didn’t mean to blow up on me. He tried to convince me that the shorty who called our house was just some hoe that he couldn’t give two shits about. Then he told me not to let no bitch get in my head and the reason why he went off on me is because I should have known better. He was right in a way. Not so much about his justifications for talking to me in such a disrespectful manner. However, I shouldn’t have let that girl get into my head. So what if she called the house, and so what if he cheated on me. As long as I was number one, I had nothing to worry about. Gio took pretty good care of me and no side trick had ever come between me and Gio’s money. Gio had convinced himself that I was genuinely in love with him. No matter how heated our arguments became, I was never stupid enough to tell him how little I actually cared about him. Plus, because of the fact that he thought I was his ride or die bitch, nothing could stop him from spending his money on me and making sure I was laced up and iced out. It didn’t matter how much his friends talked about how big of a gold digger I was and how they had heard about who all I had convinced to sign over their checks. Gio chucked it up to them being jealous. As far as Gio was concerned, they was talking out of the side of their necks because they were just haters. On top of that, Gio actually liked buying me stuff. Gio was fly and he could dress his ass off. He was also as sexy as he wanted to be. If he didn’t keep me as G’d up as he did, I probably would have made him look bad, despite the fact that I was a very beautiful girl. When Gio first met me, he told me that I was extremely attractive and made it a point to let me know he thought he was attractive as well. Together we made each other look even better. He said that we would be the sexiest couple ever. So if Gio bought some new gear, he had to buy his Tootsie Pop something as well. See, if me and Gio weren’t together in one place at the same time, he still wanted people to be able to look at me and know I was his. “As my shawty, you have to represent me at all times,” he told me the first time he bought me a diamond necklace. “As long as you my bitch, you’ll be the baddest bitch,” he likewise told me when he bought me a diamond bracelet to match. Then there was the Escalade he bought me. He asked me one night what my dream car was and I told him I wanted an Escalade. He wondered out loud why a girl like me wouldn’t want a little dainty girly car. I told him I liked everything big as I rubbed his dick through his pants. Needless to say we fucked the hell out of each other. Then a few days later he presented me a big sexy black Cadillac Escalade with a giant pink ribbon on it. He wouldn’t give me the keys, though, until I proved to him how thankful I was. Rough sex and big cars. Mmmm, what a combination. Some good sex from Tootsie was enough to get anything out of Gio. So I used my pussy for everything from new jewelry, school clothes for my sister, money to go shopping, and sometimes I fucked him just to make him nicer since he was often in a really funky mood. It was sort of a win win for me. Gio was very good in bed and he had a really big dick that he knew exactly how to use. And as much as I loved his dick, I couldn’t help but love his tongue even more. It was long and thick, and he loved to use it on me. On nights when we’d argue and I didn’t want him to touch me period, he’d go down on me and change my mind. Matter of fact, just thinking about his tongue was making my pussy wet and I leaned up against him on the couch and started to kiss his neck. He pretended to be too into the tv to care about what I was doing. I wasn’t falling for it because I could see his dick growing. I grabbed his dick through his pants and tugged it softly. He licked his lips which turned me on even more. Just the site of his tongue made my nipples protrude through my silk top. He reached his hand up my shirt and squeezed my breast. I moaned and squirmed as he began to tug on my nipples. I bit down on my bottom lip and pushed his hand away. “Come on baby,” I said standing up and pulling his hand behind me. I led him up the stairs and into our bedroom. Impatiently he pushed me down on the bed. He began snatching my clothes off, all the while ripping buttons off of my shirt and shorts. After ripping my panties off, he kissed my belly button and began moving his tongue in soft slow circles around it. He then dragged his tongue from my belly to my v, lowering his tongue to lick my pussy lips. I shivered with excitement, and he looked up at me and smiled. Gio loved it when I responded to him verbally, moaning and screaming his name. But, what he loved even more was the way my body responded to him. And when he licked my lips, sending chills up and down my spine, and I began to shake, he was then inspired to remind me how good his tongue game was. He began tongue bathing my pussy, moving his tongue up and down slowly from my clitoris down to my crack. Then he moved back up to my clit and began to suckle on it like it was a watermelon flavored jolly rancher. He bit down on it gently sending a jolt of pain up my back and I screamed out in both pain and pleasure as he began to flick his tongue up and down. I tried to fight back the eruption, but I couldn’t help but explode all over his tongue when he began to fuck me with it. I thought maybe he was ready to get his dick wet when he came up for a kiss. It became clear that he only wanted me to taste myself on his tongue when he pulled away and lowered his face back to my crotch for another taste. He went straight for my clit and began to lick and suck on it again, his favorite thing to do. I moaned louder and grabbed the back of his head. The louder I screamed, the faster he licked me, until I couldn’t take it anymore. After having my second orgasm, followed by a third smaller orgasm, I tried to push his head away. He refused to let up and kept licking. I then suffered a series of muscle spasms, shivering all over. My eyes began to water and I bit down on my lip so hard it started to bleed. I couldn’t remember the last time I had felt so much pleasure. My clit was numb and swollen when he finally climbed on top of me and pushed his penis inside of me hard, the way I liked it. I wrapped my legs around his back and began to grind with him as he pumped himself in and out of me. I tightened my muscles around him and watched his face as he gritted his teeth the way he always did when I did that. He grabbed my legs from behind me and pushed them up against my chest and began to beat the bottom out of my pussy. I tried to grip the sheets but he pulled my hands up and held them over my head. I was out of breath and out of my mind when he whispered in my ear how bad he wanted to hit me from the back. My body was so weak that he had to flip me over himself. I growled like a lioness when he slapped my ass and squeezed the life out of each cheek. Then he entered me rough again, just the way I liked it and began pounding on my pussy like a wild animal. “I’m bout to cum,” I announced squeezing the pillow in front of me. “Cum for daddy,” he commanded as he slapped my ass cheek again, “Cum on my dick bay.” I bit down on the pillow to keep from rupturing our ear drums, and screamed obscenities into it as I came all over his penis. He laughed a loud obnoxious and arrogant laugh as he busted inside of me, falling on top of me breathless, whispering in my ear, complementing me on how great my sex game was. I smiled to myself remembering that good sex like this always ended in monetary rewards. ----- My Thoughts, My Ideas, My Creations ----->Urban Concepts - - ;for the ( LOVE ) of money. « ||P O I S O N|(on a temporary hiatus until further notice)| HOMO SAPIENS-- The Experiment The Review (Story reviews by Urban_Concepts) God gave each of us Talents. Invest them, don't bury them. EXPRESS YOURSELF!! 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