Take a moment and peruse a brief excerpt from my book, I think you may enjoy it.
a little teaser...
This ain’t the beginning…
Jonathan met Monique when she was pregnant about eight months. He was sitting on his front porch minding his own business when she drove by his house. Apparently she’d met his wife Gabrielle previously and formed some sort of friendship with her; now it was Monique’s turn to meet the husband. So there she was around four feet eight to approximately four foot nine inches tall and weighed a whole one hundred and fifteen pounds pregnant. She was a very dark complexioned sister with a very beautiful face. She and Arnold (her husband) had been together for over 13 years; he was her first love and she not his, However, lets say that she was his first wife. He had other children and was working himself up to cheating with other women. Together they had four children and one in the cooker. Arnold had been seeking to make a boy on this trip to the baby ward, but he missed again. So let’s just say when the doctor said, “It’s A GIRL!”…old Arnold wasn’t the happiest trooper in the field. On with the story…
Monique pulled up to the house (car pointed the wrong way, and it was evident that she didn’t care). She got her small ass out and came up to the house running through the yard, yelling giggly in a medium toned voice, “Hello neighbor, my name is Monique and I’m a friend of Gabby, is she home?” Jonathan replied calmly, “No, she’s not (as he rose to shake the small lady’s hand) but I’ll tell her that you stopped by. Is there anything that I can help you with?”
“If you only knew”, she thought.
(She’d seen him long before she met him; he was cutting the grass. He was wearing these tight spandex shorts that gripped his ass just perfectly; no doubt he was the talk of the neighborhood amongst the housewives and maturing daughters. It was absolutely no problem for the women that lived in that area with having to drive to the store or to go jogging past that corner house. Some would even drive by just to see if he was outside. At the corner store, that’s all the women talked about, not to mention that big ass bulge that protruded out from those shorts. “Damn”, thought Monique. He wasn’t extremely cut from a musculature perspective, but the ones he had were big ass hell and thick in all the right places! Every girl in the area knew when they could catch him because he’d cut the grass like clock work, every Saturday. The ladies would drive by waving, or you’d have those that felt that since they lived in the “Burbs” they’d attempt to act as if they weren’t looking. He knew as well as they did that they were looking.
… Is there anything that he could help me with, “Hell yeah!”).
Who
was Jonathan? He lived in the corner house married to former Gabriella
Stevenson from Alabama. He was a jock with multiple talent and abilities
that out shown most that stood in comparison to him. He had a tattered past
though, nothing extremely dangerous with guns and shit, well one incident,
but majority riddled with “Get over” activities and plenty of erotica, lies
and deceit. You know the
stuff that makes us stop and say, “You did that shit? That was you? “Hey
pleased to meet you!” Most women that he’d meet would simply lick their lips
imagining.
“Not at this moment!” Monique said to him as she bounced her way back to her car. She waved and headed on her way. A deep feeling let him know that he’d see her again.
Jonathan and Gabby weren’t doing well with their marriage; he was an artist with a vision, but the usual no backing or support situation from his wife was the problem. He had some ideas as to the direction that his life should be going; however, he had no way to get there financially. He’d been looking for that one art piece that would hit the market like a thunderstorm, but until that happens he still has to contend with the spouse and her children. He’d been with Gabby since the oldest daughter was eight and the youngest boy was three years old.
She was with husband #2 at that time she met Jonathan and he used to abuse her; the way that she explained their relationship, he used to hit her so hard that he’d knock her off of her feet. This wasn’t a slap either; he’d ball up his fist and knock the hell out of her. She told Jonathan that her husband once forced her to sit on the couch and started throwing kitchen knives at her and the knives were sticking into the couch. The only way that she’d get away would be to take a chance and run for the door; the problem with that situation was that he starts this shit around the times when she’d be in a gown or her panties and on her way to bed.
She knew that he’d been fucking around with a lot of white girls. She’d find stray blonde hairs in the seats of the car, or his clothing when she washed. Yes it’s true that they practiced a life of “open marriage” the first two years that they were married, but they had agreed to stop doing that, however, I don’t think he really agreed.
He was really sloppy with his cheating, and she’d call him on it a lot. He’d deny it constantly and he’d lied so long that she couldn’t take it anymore and started taking on a couple of suitors herself. He later started suspecting it when she’d started hitting the clubs frequently; well according to her it was maybe twice a month, but that was frequent for her considering the fact that she never went to the clubs. Well he couldn’t stand that shit and actually stopped fucking around and started following her around, and stalking her! Men are so stupid and she knew that he was there all along and would stop at odd places around town just to fuck with him. After weeks of irritating him she no longer cared for him or anything about him.
She decided to find herself another man, so she went to this new club to check it out. She walked into the cozy dance area she took the first seat available and looked around. She wasn’t really expecting anything, just wanted to check the place out a bit. As she continued her tour of the room she saw the most awesome site that she’d seen in some time and he turned her on immediately. There was Jonathan, standing there like he owned the damned place. He saw her checking him out and attempted played her off; according to him she gawked at him like all of the other housewives that tipped out on their husbands. They all had their reasons why they were out, but to Big John, they all were still tipping out. Gabby sat there looking better than new money with a black president on it (which meant in John’s language, she looked good as hell but was up to no damn good!). He sent her a drink anyway and told the waitress to not let her know who sent it.
Luckily, he sent the right drink, a “slow comfortable screw against the wall” was the name of it and she must have had a lot on her mind because she poured it into herself immediately. Later after talking with her, he found out that it wasn’t exactly the “Right” drink, hell it could have been anything; later he would discover that she had a very low tolerance for alcohol.
Jonathan proceeded to the back of the club to listen to some jazz and found his favorite seat near the window; he liked for the moonlight to cascade through and end up shining on the nearest female to his left, and usually there was always a woman to his left. This particular night though, he was really trying to see was if the woman that he bought the drink for would follow him back there; so he got his little area set up with the right stuff; he ordered some hot wings and some blue cheese dip. The order came and went unlike the lady that he had chosen to victimize tonight. Other ladies asked to join him while he was sitting there but he wanted the new lady, so he sent them away with a “maybe next time” type of comment.
Jonathan got a little antsy, his anticipation got the best of him and he was slightly pissed that the drink he sent wasn’t enough for her to seek him out. But then again he did tell the waitress not to tell her who sent the drink, so he figured that since this was his mistake he had some more work to do. He was thinking about heading on back to the dance area where the cutie was but the band was kicking, so he decided to just stay and chill for a little while longer. He was thinking to himself, “This place draws a lot of fine ass women but this fifteen dollar cover is for the damn birds. I like it and all but, if I worked here this shit would be free to get in and I could have all of the sweet tender morsels that I desire. I think that I just might take the offer that the “head bouncer” made to me last week to join the staff. You get eighty bucks every night for four nights; that is hmmn three hundred and twenty free pieces of ass and a boatload of hot wings”, he giggled to himself.
After about an hour or so of listening to the live band he went back out to shake a leg, he figured that either his game wasn’t for that particular lady or she was waiting for someone. He logged her off and kicked the thought to the curb; after all, he did not do to well with rejection. “Now let’s find a victim and somehow end up sharing natures body lotions with them tonight”, he thought. The song “Joy and Pain” by Frankie Beverly and Maze was just starting to get the people on the floor and Jonathan looked around for some unsuspecting lady when he felt a tap on his back; he spun around and there was “Mrs. leave a Nig in the back and make him wait” standing there looking at him. He said, “Yes, May I help you?” She said, “At least let me offer you a dance since you bought me a drink”. He was slightly surprised that she knew it was him and just rolled with it, and asked, “How’d you know that I bought it?” “Actually I really didn’t know, but it looked and tasted how I imagined you would so I took a chance,” said the woman.
Jonathan’s dick got hard enough to knock some sense into his ass and he knew that he had to do something to hide it. The DJ’s were his “Home boys” and he knew that they could spin; they mixed in some “MC Hammer”, then some FATBOYS, HEAVY D, ERIC B, JANET, DANA DANE, RUN DMC, ENVOGUE, and others. We were on the floor, and I might add that the “Big Dawg” was in full effect.
Jonathan was wearing the floor out; he had a way of nudging you slightly out of the way until he had all of this room for him to work out in. Jonathan used to be a stripper back in the day when he weighed a whole lot less, now about sixty pounds of muscle later he could still move almost the same way as his slender form used to. This always amazed people when he danced because he kept up with the latest dances and was more than a sight to see. He would take the dance, add his own shit and twist to them, make it his own and boy did he have an imagination; but of course, he had to look smooth while doing the dances.
He didn’t know it but he’d just swept Gabby off of her feet because of the way that he danced and the fact they were the highlight of the evening for most of the onlookers. Jonathan never was the type to go after women too hard, because he hated rejection. Therefore, in order for him to get some lovin’ after work, after the club, after anything, the lady would have to make the first move after he bought them a drink, and the second. Gabby definitely made her move on him. She did not care if the husband was around spying and shit, or if Jonathan was seeing anyone, she was going to get some of that dick that night. She couldn’t believe that this big mufucka could move like that. She smiled at him with a knowing approval and Jonathan said, “What did you think that we were going to come out here and do the “rock back and forth? Or the two steps or some shit?” “Honestly? Yeah!” She retorted. I just thought you were a big clumsy ass jock out of his element. I thought, “He really must have been trying to hurt himself or over impress me to agree to come out in my element; this is usually my domain! I always have the guys wanting to stop dancing, and what time is it now… (She looked at her watch) damn! 3a.m. already, we have been out here for three hours man,” exclaimed Gabby!
The
Encounter…
This was normal for Jonathan and he’d had enough clubbing for the night as a matter of fact he just wanted to go home and go to bed, so mentally he passed on the opportunity for getting any ass from this lady. He knew that he had done enough to have her looking for him next time. So…suddenly without notice, the lights came on and it was time for the club to close, Gabby could not believe that time had run by so swiftly and they had to go. The crowd started moving towards the door and the DJ’s invited everybody back the next day; Jonathan was soaking wet and disappeared into crowd. Jonathan was headed for the restroom to wipe his face, and clothing off and decided against it when he saw the condition the restroom was in; so he headed on home to get out those clothes.
He gave the head bouncer a pound and the bouncer stopped him for a second. “Hey, man what is your name again?” “My name is Jonathan”. “Right, right I remember…so when you going to come and work with us? I do not make the offer to too many people so what is your answer. I could really use you on the staff; hell, you are in here more than we are. The only problem is that you cannot talk to the ladies while on duty. Off duty, you can do what you want. Think about it John, it was John right?” “No man, its Jonathan, and I’ll let you know what…Monday or Tuesday”. The bouncer said, “I could really use you tomorrow”. “Not good for me,” said Jonathan. “I will let you know Monday for sure either way, later man and thanks for the offer”.
Gabby looked around and could not find him, “Hell there is so many damned people out here, and they were all in there”. By her being only five foot three inches in height she wasn’t looking over many heads so she just headed for the door and figured she would wait for Jonathan near there.
While waiting she thought, “Damn what a piece…No, No thank you I have my own ride, No! I don’t want breakfast, thank you… Where was I, oh yeah! Where is he? (The club had emptied and still no sign of the guy, so she ask one of the bouncers) “Um excuse me fine sir, have you seen this big guy that was in there tonight, he was in the club dancing with me tonight and now he’s gone, have you seen him anywhere?” “Naw little shawdy,” said the bouncer. He then turned to a fellow bouncer and said, “Everybody is looking for somebody at the last minute trying to get that fuck on, and shit I should have said that I’ll be him if you want. She was finer than mouse hair wasn’t she dawg”? “Oh damn!” She thought, “Damn! What a piece of ass he would have been, he just ran off, the fucker must be married; I know I’ll see him again and I’ll definitely be back to this club”.
As she approached her station wagon or “Grocery getter” as the children call it, she could not believe her eyes as she focused and refocused. Jonathan had just opened the door to get in his car, and heard her yelling, “Hey! Hey dancing bear wait a minute!” Jonathan looked up and said, “Hey girl, what’s up?” She looked puzzled, and asked, “Is this how you end an evening? No good bye? No see you later? Can I call you? What is your name even? Are you Gay or something?” He said, “Far from it but are you used to being picked up just for dancing with someone? Or because you received a drink from someone?” If that’s the case, I ain’t the one, besides I got to get out of these wet ass clothes.
“Anyway, don’t you want to get your married ass home to your husband? It’s three o’clock in the damn morning!” Gabby responded, “You let me determine if and when it’s time to go home or where ever the hell I go; who the fuck do you think you are telling me what I should be doing?” Jonathan retorted, “I am…nobody, but if you think that you are going with me you’d better think twice. Because, if I do allow your married ass to go where I go you ain’t leaving until I’m done with you and that will probably be just in time to hear the preacher give the eulogy over your ass. Then I’ll let you determine whom the hell I am, in the mean time, what can I help you with? As you can see I am dripping all over the damn place and I indicated before I would like to get out of these clothes”.
Gabby just stared at his ass thinking about how she could really use a good fuck tonight and from the looks of his bulge when she made the comment earlier in the club this would be the boat ride to china that she’s been looking so desperately for. “You gonna stand your married ass there in amazement that I just put an entire paragraph together or find your vehicle and follow me?” “Now keep in mind if you go with me I ain’t gonna have no bullshit, this is an official “Booty call”. “Ain’t nothing sweet gonna get whispered in your ear”, or “Lets be romantic and treat me like I’m somebody” or some dumb shit like that. It’s almost four o’clock in the morning now and the only thing that should be happening right now is either sleep, fucking, or breakfast in that order. Gabby didn’t say anything, she just turned and went to her car that was a little ahead of his, started it up and waited for this man to drive by so that she could follow him.
So now she’s following him; while driving she has all kind of thoughts in her head, “Here we go again girl, you sure can pick em’ this ones bossy too! But he’s got a big dick and that’s what I need tonight. I don’t care if he can’t fuck; I’ll do all of the work. This is my twice a month issue of dick. I got dick at home and don’t know why that shit is still there. I haven’t found a dick that fits though, the last one I had was this Sergeant Major in the Army and his shit was long as hell but it wasn’t hitting the sides, nor scrapping the clit, hell, I had to fake that orgasm to get his ass off me. He was cute and all, but he wasn’t packing no girth and a sister needs some girth, a clapper in the middle of the bell just makes a lot of unnecessary ass noise”.
“While dancing with big boy tonight, I rubbed my ass all over him, I even reached around and squeezed it and I know he felt that shit and damn did it respond. His ass almost got away but I got him now…where the fuck is he going? Damn, the Radisson? He is gonna pay big time for a room at this time in the morning? Shit! I would’ve fucked him in the back of that Lincoln he’s driving. Oh well, if he feels that he has to pay for this pussy like that, (Men always trying to impress us with material shit, they ought to ask us first if we want it like that. At 3 o’clock in the morning, you should understand that a bitch will fuck you anywhere, especially if she’s married. That bitch is stepping out on his or her spouse and you want to treat them like Royalty…stupid fucker) well he’d better be able to back it up, cause’ I’m gonna want him to buy some mo’ shit! If he starts this relationship off spending like that then so be it, he’s gonna have to keep it up. Like I always say, “Don’t start no shit, won’t be no shit!”
Jonathan got out of the car and pointed at her to sit tight for a moment, and went in to pay for the room, as he exited the hotel to go to the parking area, he thought, “I hope this bitch is worth the eighty bucks for that damn room. John, John, please don’t do this to yourself again. Your judgment is usually good to go; however, I don’t think that this bitch has any money in the bank”. They got to the assigned room number three fourteen and Gabby immediately headed to the bathroom to freshen up without comment about the looks of the room. She was quite nervous because this was the first time that she was actually getting the man she always lusted for. He could dance, he was smooth, aggressive, and he let her be comfortable so far but now she hoped that with the tools that he possessed he could last more than fifteen minutes. She thought, “I’m going to wrap my pussy all over that thick ass thing, but what if he doesn’t like my body. After all, I have had three children and because of those damned “C sections” I had during child rearing days now I’m stuck with these fucking stretch marks! Damn, he won’t like me, what’ll I do?”
Jonathan lowered the lights, and opened up the curtains in the room to let in the moonlight. He thought, “How unusual, this is the first time that the only room available was room “three fourteen” which is my birthday!” As Gabby reentered the room she was wearing some bikini panties and matching bra, she had an hourglass figure that he could live with. After all, at this time in the morning and for eighty bucks, he would have fucked her mother. Hell, he still did not know what her name was; Gabby was pleased and relieved that he had turned down the lights so she relaxed a bit more and though a lot less about her stretch marks so now he was looking at her silhouette. She took her time coming to him as he held out his hands. She still looked good to him, her long hair streaming down her shoulders and as she came closer, he looked her over and noticed that as the moonlight shined on her that she had some of the most beautiful feet. Feet of which he knew would soon be in his mouth.
She pulled his shirt off, and she gasped suddenly. She never imagined that he would be that developed under there. She thought that there would be at least some fat on his stomach. Oh but that chest was nicely developed and she was very pleased; he pulled her to him and put his hands on either sides of her face as he gently guided her to his lips. He kissed her deeply; He sucked her tongue, and then sucked her top lip, now the bottom, then both lips. This made her a quite dizzy but she didn’t want him to know. She tried to hold on, but when he exposed her left breast and tasted that nipple, she no longer wanted to resist, she had an orgasm right then. He felt her tremble, and shake, and go slightly limp; he kept that in his memory banks for later use. Jonathan then went back to the lips, and with his left hand, began to walk his fingers up the spinal chord stimulating her as well, this caused her to feel even more relaxed and literally flopped in his arms like a raggedy doll.
Jonathan was a master at the massage game, he could massage the skin off a snake and the snake would be laying there naked and vulnerable as hell but it’ll crawl away with a smile on it’s face. “For a big guy he was smooth and agile”, she thought. Gabby tried to think, but every time she got near to gathering her thoughts together, he’d do something else to her and she’d be lost in ecstasy again. This wasn’t setting well with her because she was used to being in charge…sexually. She’d orgasm sixteen times already and he hadn’t even put that thing inside her, he hadn’t even gotten completely undressed yet, he was still wearing his pants and shoes for heavens sakes!
Gabby came again; Jonathan was nibbling ever so lightly on her neck, she was facing away from him and had to stand on her own, her knees were getting weak at this point and she was about to hit the floor. Suddenly he picked her up in his arms and placed her gently on the bed; she was relieved. He carefully laid her back on the bed, and looked her in the eyes and said, “I’m hungry lady, can I eat now?” She was still somewhat dizzy, but felt her head nodding yes, and thinking “eat what?” Jonathan said, “Thank you, you won’t regret anything”.
Gabby was trying to recover from all of the orgasms; she was thinking that she’d hit pay dirt. She thought that she used to get fucked well by her husband until now. She’d come to the quick conclusion that her husband couldn’t fuck and wasn’t shit in bed or out. Here you have a mufucka that she has just met at a damn club and he’s treating her body like some fucking toy or something. He’d twist a nipple and watch me cum, lick on my neck and I’d cum, and “aw shit”, she exclaimed, as he headed downtown. She gripped the sides of the bed, and then he fucked up! He started breathing on the pussy; he did not blow on it, he opened his mouth and just breathed on it! Then he’d swish the clit around in his mouth as if he were swishing mouthwash around his teeth, damn! What a sensation! “Who is this mufucka? She thought as she felt her legs shaking uncontrollably. Jonathan pulled no punches; he went straight for the clit. He had a technique that was driving Gabby crazy. He’d suck on it; allow his mouth to fill slightly with his slippery saliva. Cupping his mouth, he engulfed the little hooded midget and started this sucking swishing motion while turning the clit and circling it with his tongue. He’d alternate this with the licking, and dipping deep within the pussy, and then repeating the motion all over again, and again, and again. I was in another fucking world! What is he trying to do to me?”
Gabby awakened to him coming out of the shower, the suns rays invaded her slumber causing her to awake and all she wondered was if she’d made him cum or did he even fuck her, or will she see him again, or what the hell happened? Jonathan simply said, “Good Morning Sleepy head, you looked beautiful last night, well this morning and you still are, but I must go” He started dressing and said, “Take your time, checkout time is in forty-five minutes”. “What, forty-five minutes, what time is it?” asked Gabby. Calmly Jonathan said, “Eleven fifteen”. Gabby started yelling, “Why didn’t you wake me?” He said, “What did I tell you last night, did you think that I was bullshitting? By the time you get home the Pastor will be giving the benediction, or in your case perhaps a eulogy because your husband is going to kill you. He just finished putting on his shoes watching Gabby panic, gather her clothing, and thought to himself, “Married motherfucker! That’s what you get!”
He headed on out the door not even giving an address, phone number, or anything. Gabby didn’t care about the aspect of her getting into a fight with the husband, all she cared about was getting the children ready for school; she just knew that she had to get to the house. Throwing on everything, she headed on out the door and to the elevator. “THAT BASTARD, I NEVER WANT TO SEE HIS ASS AGAIN!” Well, on second thought now let’s not be too hasty, that mufucka is a bad Sonuvabitch! I have never in my life…whew! Oh well, so I guess this ass whipping’ I’m headed for will be worth it, shit I could loose my kids to that bastard.
As she was riding home she felt something trickling out of her, she looked down and felt around and discovered that it was a little bit of Jonathan. She felt all warm and shit, However, upset and delighted in the fact that, “He did fuck me but damn I missed it!” Then she really started feeling that shit coming out of her, it was seriously backing up out of that pussy. “How could one person cum that much?” She thought. “Where’s that damn tissue? Hell, where’s my purse?”