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Beluv’s Moments: The Life of The Rich & Famous

Piggybacking off the chapter title in Melanin Midas Empire which was originally a MTV show back in the gap that I certainly enjoyed watching along with Pimp My Ride & Room Raiders.

Just a title truly as well as a play on words. In this chapter, the character has just come into her inheritance after losing her grandmother and her aunt, whom is already rather wealthy comes around ready to spend her niece’s money.

THE LOVE OF MONEY

The ending of the chapter is simply the understanding into a lot of those episodes that just because these people had money and big houses didn’t mean that they were happy or even successful in having real love and peace in their lives.

*Currently Playing: Nobody’s Supposed To Be Here by Deborah Cox*

Too many of those celebrities were actually miserable filming those episodes; showing off their mansions and car collections. Some bankrupt. Some on the verge of divorce. Some actually one step away from a padded room or jail cell.

It wasn’t until these reality shows like Real Housewives of Atlanta & Basketball Wives came about that you could take a real glimpse into their lives and see that having money and fame didn’t mean a thing when they were completely dead on the inside.

*Currently Playing: Hello by Adele*

The courage it takes to display such transparency. It has definitely taken its toll on some and they eventually leave the show to never return.

As far the ones that stick it out. Facing a tremendous amount of ridicule and praise, learned to navigate through those murky waters and eventually come out on top.

It’s such an amazing feeling to see someone you admire win and become a better version of themselves all because they didn’t fold under pressure. Instead they came out shining harder than they did before. A true diamond in the rough.

*Currently Playing: Who Can I Run To by Xscape*

Last night, I realized although I’m not Kandi or Evelyn from these reality shows. Certainly not Tamar and definitely not Sharon…. Osborn of course. I did indeed land myself in some murky waters that I had to learn how to navigate through all on my own.

At first, I refused to believe the hype. Certainly I wasn’t this big of a deal in people’s lives. So used to being in the background and helping others shine. Never once attempting to shine on my own.

At first, it was scary realizing how many people enjoyed these car concerts and random storytelling sessions that I would have on SnapChat. A place where I’m completely unhinged and unbothered.

The same with X; formerly known as Twitter. So you can bet your bottom dollar that I ran from the attention.

*Currently Playing: Give Me One Reason by Tracy Chapman*

Alone in this whole wide world…..

Nobody around me understood enough to advise me on how to navigate through these murky waters. Anybody that came into my space or I into theirs, simply wanted “a piece of the pie” meaning they wanted the spotlight on them. They wanted the numbers. They wanted the money and didn’t matter how they got it.

I was definitely sleeping on the reason behind a lot people’s strange behavior around me. Not necessarily towards me but definitely just how they switch up from being around me.

And it hurt at first, as it was coming from people I considered to be my family & my friends. No, it wasn’t until last night that I fully realized and accepted how beautiful these murky waters actually are.

*Currently Playing: Dig A Little Deeper by Jennifer Lewis*

As if on a boat with Tiana from Princess & the Frog going down the Bayou. I’m finding it extremely beautiful to have dealt with a many troubling situations in the public’s eye.

Not everyone can withstand such harsh conditions and thankfully for me, despite being completely alone in this, I can fully say I’m proud of me for still standing.

I’ve said a few times that I’m simply trying to get back on my feet so that I can get my kids back and move on with my life. I felt like I kept getting knocked down, sabotaged, blackballed, and singled out. Couldn’t understand it at first.

Probably because I was never knocked down. I was only ever stumbling or tripping meaning that I was grounded. I may have swayed slightly back and forth as the wind blew but I was never uprooted from my position.

*Currently Playing: Still Standing by Monica & Ludacris*

Understanding that not everybody are actual readers of mine but instead simply admire the fact that I am a writer, a mother, and unapologetically me. So I catered to an audience of whom I believed were all readers and that wasn’t the case.

Some actually admire the way I love on a man hoping that it’s genuine and praying with me for my future husband to come along and sweep me off my feet because he already has an amazing wife.

The dates I’ve been on and the way people are locked in making sure that this one better treat you right! Not every man can deal with the stares of others and they run away or try to lock me away instead of embracing it and seeing it as a beautiful thing as I now do.

*Currently Playing: All Eyez On Me by Tupac*

Thankfully I don’t have to truly explain every little joke I make as I scream out ‘I’m the Beyoncé of Mississippi, the R. Kelly of Literature, the female Tupac of Today, & Queen Midas for the people’

And that’s simply because my day 1s have been watching my silly self for years and for them I have always been this way. A little more vocal than before is all. More transparent. More unhinged. Nothing brand new. Simply improved.

I pushed through those murky waters and came out on top even though last night, several people wanted to knock me down as devils do; coming to steal, kill, & destroy.

I laughed it completely off. It wasn’t for me to entertain when I’m grounded in TRUTH & LOVE. That in itself is peace.

*Currently Playing: Mercy by Duffy*

As I posted on BlueSky…. It will certainly take 1 extraordinary man to get a commitment out of me. It’s only been 12 days into the New Year and I’m understanding so much more now than I did 12 days ago. That’s simply from trying to date. Simple breakfast & arcade dates and whatnot.

Understanding that I am a realpropera (soap opera in real life) and people have followed my love life extensively. Unfortunately I did not realize that when I expressed my love for a man that I knew for a fact did not want me. I didn’t know that so many people would support me and want that man for me as well. I was perfectly fine expressing the love because the love was real.

Now I have since let go of that particular man; praying nothing but peace, love, & blessings in his future endeavors. I’ve moved on to a new boo that understands hurt as well as fully unbothered by how my little light shines so brightly. Truly my biggest fan. My number one supporter. My motivator. My therapist. My chef. My masseuse. My best friend. My exit buddy. My protector. MY EVERYTHING UNTIL THE END OF TIME!

Had to reevaluate a few men and realized that dating is cool but unless it’s heaven sent & God approved. It’ll probably only ever be a nice little meet & greet.

*Currently Playing: My Love Is Your Love by Whitney Houston*

In 2K21….. I asked God for my man. My husband because doing things my way left me heartbroken and out in the cold too many times. I had invested my love, time, energy, and prayers into 1 too many men to have been crying to God about any man.

So I decided to try it God’s way. Gave it all to God and asked for him to send me my man. I’m still waiting on him to SEND me that man. Understanding that I had a lot of baggage and dead weight on me at that time. I needed to fix a lot of things in my life before being able to receive this wonderful man.

Mentally, spiritually, financially, and emotionally I am now ready. Yesssss things has turned around for the better since coming to The Coast. Reminds me of the beaches in Cali and causing me to miss my kids even more. So ready to finish setting everything up for them. Seriously only in need of a house now. Townhome. Duplex. Apartment even but definitely something that’s truly mine.

It’s all coming together like a domino effect. One huge blessing after another. So now the prayers for my man are greater than before because once she sits down to fully relax after all of this tom foolery; I simply want to be wrapped up in my man’s arms watching his favorite movies…… because I’m going to sleep duh!

Peacefully in his arms as my kids are either in the backyard playing or making forts to Narnia throughout the house.

Beluv’s Moments: Tha Block Iz Hot

According to the streets…. The block is indeed HOT! What started as a night of lowered inhibitions and bad decisions turned into a group of indigents doing anything for clout.

*Currently Playing: Clout by Offset & Cardi B*

From being the Beyoncé of Mississippi to the R. Kelly of Literature as 2025 rolled in I am now the Cardi B of the South! Using my name for clickbait!

As hilarious as this is to me…. I do understand the severity of such claims and I indeed have a heart to sympathize with the victims HOWEVER….. that’s all I can do.

*Currently Playing: Drunk In Love by Beyoncé & Jay Z*

For the ones that know….. Evan Williams is NOT to be played with! Leave that gotdamn man ALONE!!!!!

I could list all of the things that happened but me being me, I like to focus on the small details. The backstories and whatnot.

*Currently Playing: Anaconda by Nicki Minaj*

In reference to my previous post stating the desire to move on to a new boo that I’ve had my eye on for some years. In an instant, I was caught up in a relationship with somebody totally different person and I regretted every second of it because of how ready I actually was for somebody else.

At the same time this was a decision of my mine and yet it was forced based on the environment I was in. Basically doing whatever I needed to do to stay alive and luckily for me it works every time.

Enemies turned lovers because his plan was to unalive me. A notion he drew up in his head that I wasn’t a real born female. No instead he believed that I sucked my way into being a transgender man awaiting surgery. It’s only one way to prove my existence as a real woman and unfortunately for him….. he drowned….. on live.

*Currently Playing: My Side Piece by Pokey Bear*

He didn’t leave home. Told his main woman to let me move in. FLABBERGASTED and yet still very much alive. As much as I did not want to be seen as Imani! Stating multiple times that Imani was simply a character in my book. These heathens went out of their way to make me Imani all because they had chosen their “Katrina Chanice” and what good did that do them?

So I’m staying prayed up and knowing God got me. These heathens seen me sleeping at every puff of the magic dragon because I was sleeping through my storms. They claimed to be God fearing folks but couldn’t SEE that I was sleeping through my storms. Must not be that God fearing.

As the days drew longer and my prayers seemed to be less heard than before, I made the decision to get fukk’d up on New Year’s Eve! I asked an old classmate to go out with me. She was all for it and I shared with her the details (in a positive light) of my newfound relationship.

He came in the door the next morning laughing about how she’s another notch in his belt. Once again….. a hoe being a hoe simply because I pushed the issue of him having a big dill pickle.

I withheld the fact that he cried and his salty tears dropped on my face. I thought it was sweat at first. I didn’t once mention how he flashed out pushing his lil Glock in my face and threatening to unalive me only to turn the Glock on himself calling up his baby mama to calm him down. Of course I didn’t say how I sat in the chair beside him completely unbothered on Snapchat just to flip out and beat his azz when he least expected it. Oh no, I only shared with this old classmate that he liked older women as I knew she’d jump on that big dill pickle simply because it was me that introduced them.

*Currently Playing: Crybaby by Megan Thee Stallion & DaBaby*

Because yes in that moment and any time I ever push a guy off on these old hoes it’s because I need you to take this one off my hands please!!!! Keep him occupied so I don’t have to. Be his biggest freak boo!!!! I promise I don’t want to!!!

Had to keep a few hoes on deck because they play too many games. I took that man to Glen Oaks first. This lil shawty gone go and she’ll house you. Feed you. Sponsor you. A damn good Mama Bear to her sexy cub!

She wanna play games. Screaming out she don’t wanna be a hoe no more!! So why you wearing the exact same outfit as your profile picture??? You knew wtf was up. Gul stop playing and take this man off my hands. Instead she’ll go behind my back trying to keep it on the low thinking I got real feelings involved.

I suppose….. so next was this Brandy look alike as I have always thought that she looked just like Brandy to me. And I knew she was going but when the boy came back bragging…..only some hours later….. I was happy but damn I’m still Imani in this bih!!! I gotta get aaaaawwwwwaaaaayyyyyyy!!!!!!

*Currently Playing: Runaway Love by Ludacris & Mary J Blige*

His main woman was working my damn nerves talking about how she can’t let him go and yet sure enough whenever he walked in she knew to shut the fukk up. All the way up. Anytime I was hungry, he told his main bih to cook for me. If I wanted to puff the magic dragon, he told his main bih to roll up. If I was sleepy, I had my own bed in her second son’s room as he no longer had a room because I was there now.

In my spirit I understood fully that this young big dill pickle really was running shit in this woman house but to say he’s Greg? Absolutely not! Oh no….. if this was your audition tape then I’ll have to pass you on by. Credentials ain’t hitting worth a damn.

*Currently Playing: Tyrone by Erykah Badu*

Simply saying that he felt so good about himself that he wanted to be labeled a King and I told him I needed to see his credentials before giving him the crown. He wanted to be apart of this Melanin Midas Movie and he hasn’t even read the book to understand and embody the true essence of the character itself.

Done went all out your way to prove something that did not need to be proven. Instead of reading this huge book… you run to social media to learn little tidbits about the book and then act accordingly. Hence a bunch of dumbasses trying to make me Imani because when I was 17; I was a pretty girl with some pretty friends and all of my pretty friends were some pretty big hoes.

Seventeen years later and those same hoes still going. No need to recruit new hoes. Their daughters just turned 18 so they’re teaching them how to be the new hoes. One thing I never did with my kids because I was never hoeing for any and everybody. Whether free or paid, a hoe gone always get laid.

*Currently Playing: Money by Cardi B*

Never my business what they did or who they did it with so by the time we made it to Kemistry; I was already overly lit and don’t remember much of anything aside from what was recorded on my Snapchat. I woke up and it was morning time. I was completely disoriented and obviously hungover.

No idea how or when I walked out the club, left, or anything between that last snap and those 10A morning rays of sunshine peeking through the blinds. I got up thankful that I wasn’t around that damn big dill pickle or the fukk’n classmate. Happy to wake up for the most part and happy to wake up in a safe haven not worrying about anything. Happy to know my prayers definitely got answered as I am no longer Imani in these heathens makeshift dramatization of my Melanin Midas Movie.

*Currently Playing: Up Against The Wind by Lori Perry*

It was me watching the snaps to understand what had happened that I realized how truly blessed and highly favored I was because I’ve never been so drunk before. I know my limits and I normally stop when I feel the buzz. I don’t like to take it too far in public because of public intoxication. I’ve also never been so drunk before at home because I don’t want to ruin my liver. Because of alcohol poisoning. Because of hangovers that I don’t get because I don’t get that drunk. I don’t even know what that kind of drunk is called but chilllllleeeeeee miss me with that shit!!!! NO MEANS NO!!!!!

The reason I have moved on from New Year and doing my own thing with no regard for anybody I was with that night is because when I looked at 1 snap…. I was completely lit. I don’t remember making the snap but to see this hoe scream out “We gone get you some dick tonight!” Baby I was pissed!

It was 2K12 that I was 7 or 8 months pregnant with Peyton Shontell and I was ready to fight 3 or 4 drunk dudes from trying to have sex with this Brandy look alike because she was drunk and throwing herself on every guy in the living room. Wasn’t even at the club. I wasn’t drinking for obvious reasons but she had gotten too far gone and nobody cared that she was too far gone because she was all on them wanting them so bad.

Got into the biggest argument with those guys that night, the next day, and hell probably today if I see them. Only 1 guy…. My 1st husband’s classmate named Fred was understanding and considerate enough to put the girl in his bed and sleep it off.

She damn near drowned from throwing up on his bed and unable to move out of the vomit. Fred didn’t trip because Fred understood like I understood that she was too far gone and needed to be left alone but everybody had been drinking and everybody seemed a little too far gone.

Especially when Cody(Alexis Santee) was trying to unalive himself by jumping over the gate while having drunken confessions about his hard knock life. Everybody that drunk that night was indeed too far gone. Fred didn’t drink as much and I didn’t drink at all. The entire moment left the sourest taste in my mouth and I’ve steered clear of liquor for a long time. Being extremely mindful of my intake because once I’m too inebriated then there’s no stopping anybody from doing anything to me…. Can’t even stop myself from fukk’n over me.

Full Circle….. nothing bad happened to me but this old classmate’s friend decided to “blast” me for having laced her friend’s drink knowing her friend is a well known alcoholic and gets drunk like that on the regular. She loves being so sloppy drunk that she can’t remember anything the next day because she loves being a big ass hoe and blaming it on the liquor is her favorite pastime.

Twelve years ago, I would’ve been a blubbering mess, completely distraught because of how I woke up and this girl was nowhere around me. I would’ve been more concerned but all I can ASSUME is that she hooked up with some guys and enjoyed herself exactly how she wanted to be enjoyed.

I on the other hand…. Simply thanking God for placing me in a safe haven and allowing me to recover and not allow anybody to take advantage of me in that situation.

*Currently Playing: Hail Mary by Tupac*

I’ve lost a many friends and family members on this journey of discovery with God so I’m not hung up on the strangers reaching out to entertain the idea that I’ve laced this girl’s drink on purpose to do what I don’t know. They had already formed this hate group years ago and just now coming together to make false claims and sing their songs of how I did them wrong.

They waited until my follower count was 22.2K because it means nothing if it’s only 22 followers of course. The exposure so that they can sell they lil wings and get shares on their posts. Whatever floats ya boat baby. I ain’t mad at cha. We all doing something to get out the hood. Definitely do what works for you and always remember that karma is a big back walrus bitch that always gets the last lick.

Beluv’s Moments: Intro

I suppose it’s time…. been rather overdue in fact. Not really sure how to start this little blog but why not just dive straight into it.  

*Currently Playing: Tennessee Whiskey by Chris Stapleton* 

Changing the story behind the name ‘Beluv’ because yes originally it did mean Brunner/Love but the downfall of having the last name Love has damaged me beyond repair and thankfully for me, I didn’t use the ‘correct’ spelling of the names and as the 2024 year closes out; I will continue to embodied the true meaning of God’s Word. Embracing the greatest of them all which is love.  

BE LOVE  

Originally, I definitely wanted to start a blog years ago and really didn’t think I would be able to truly maintain a blog site. I change names by the minute…. or at least I use to. I’m so thankful to have fully embraced my name as Katrina Chanice. So used to my childhood nickname (Niecy) amongst family members while obtaining an entirely different nickname (Quan) in high school. The only thing that made it a little weird is that I’m using my mom’s name and my middle name. At first, I didn’t want to take away from her but today (Christmas Day 2K24) I realized there was nothing to take away from her. She passed away 6 years ago. It’s an inheritance at this point. Whatever was meant for her is now meant for me. All good vibes of course. Positive energy and blessings on blessings.  

I could’ve wished her a happy heavenly birthday yesterday because we shared a birthday. It was devasting 6 years ago in 2018. It’s was a hard pill to swallow in 2019 but by 2020 it was simply me knowing she’d be proud. I cherish our memories. I learned a lot from her and as I finally start to sparkle in my own light, it’s ironic to say that me and my mom had a sisterly relationship. She was my best friend. We talked about everything. Good and bad….. for hours! Nothing truly toxic about our relationship. Maybe the setup. Maybe the environment. No matter how it changed…. she was unapologetically her and in that sense I am fully my mother’s daughter.  

*Currently Playing: T-Shirt & Panties by Adina Howard* 

She loved the art of dance and music as do I. She loved to talk about the celebrities and their lives. I prefer to admire their work and keep it moving. Anything more is impossible right? *giggles* Yeah it was until I wrote a book and then a lot changed. Granted my ‘mini blog’ on X formerly known as Twitter did indeed draw in attention that I once again….. underestimated the popularity of my silly self. So when people started to make themselves known on X, years ago really but definitely last year….. I hated it so much because I wasn’t in a good space. Then the this whole CPS case because of being homeless only made it worse for me to ‘entertain’ even the idea of being noticed by these amazing people. It’s not about approval by anybody. It’s simply recognition. The most amazing feeling was knowing that I was now fully inspiring people that inspire me. How as creatives we’ve found something in common. It’s really amazing. I love it here in the Land of Delulu.  

*Currently Playing: Same Girl by Usher & R. Kelly* 

It’s how the reality hit so hard about the fake pages. My achy breaky heart just thinking about the turmoil and heartache that we’ve all gone through because of evil people. Makes it hard to walk outside and ironically it became my favorite pastime. To walk the streets of Jackson in 2K24 in the same way I walked these same streets 20 years ago was actually really funny because of how amazed people were that I was real. As if I never existed before 2K24. One thing I understood was that I had leeches that I had to let go of as well that needed to let go of me. I’ve been burning bridges since the beginning of 2021. It’s okay to not go back no matter how bad things get.  

*Currently Playing: Addictive by Truth Hurts* 

I feel as though I’ve navigated through these troubled waters rather gracefully. Even though it’s looking like there’s a boatload of men at my disposal….. I have nobody. Receiving attention from childhood crushes has always made me blush something terrible. I have truly only been nervous around Showout because all I see is Tutu in him but it’s not something that he has confirmed and he probably never will. I mean that’s okay. Confirming to be Tutu will confirm a lot of other things still floating in the air. Might be too much for him to bare. Me on the other hand…. I love the truth. I love honesty. No matter how wild and crazy it is. Regardless of how my mom and grandma appeared to others, to me they both never shied away from the truth with me and every piece of truth only made me adore them even more.  

Imagine my surprise to hear Meme (the evangelist) telling me how she was crying rocking back and forth loading a shotgun ready to unalive my mom who was only 16 at the time. When my mom told me, it was definitely to make my grandma look bad. But the beauty in God and how The Reverend and Evangelist raised me to love God for being God. When I asked Meme if she’d done it. She took full accountability while revealing that she was simply tired of her own daughter. Constantly getting suspended and running up and down the streets all times of night. And well…. I laughed because the final straw was dirty dishes. My grandma almost unalived my mom over dirty dishes.  

*Currently Playing: Love Of My Life (An Ode To HipHop) by Erykah Badu & Common* 

When the stories turned to my mom and her baby daddy…. it wasn’t hard to believe that they constantly broke into her storage units stealing furniture on some Bonnie & Clyde vibes against her own mother. From what I witnessed on my own, I never negated the story of her baby daddy being her pimp. I understood the assignment. I loved her for who she was….. Trina, the woman that gave birth to me. She was actually pretty cool and there are a many days that I miss our conversations but never a day that I am too down and out because she’s no longer with the living. With life comes death and time definitely heals all wounds.  

Currently sitting amongst strangers and it’s the loyalty to people that would turn on you for $5 funky ass dollars that simply amaze me. These people took me in and as always it goes left. Not complaining….. simply observing. Forcing me into a relationship and I’m no longer concerned with the why or even the who. I get tired of saying no more than once. I get tired of turning down the same guy multiple times in multiple ways.  

*Currently Playing: Please by Toni Braxton* 

I have made it very well known or at least I thought I did that the only man that I truly want is Lester Reuben Walls aka Showout bka Tutu….. and I sit back watching guys go out of their way to sabotage our relationship from existing and yet Showout isn’t going out of his way to be with me. I’m simply expressing love on the internet. No reason to mess over me simply because I love that man. I can fully love him and express that love through art on the internet as much as I want. I am also perfectly capable of falling in love and having a wonderful relationship with somebody that’s not Showout. I never once denied that fact.  

Sadly when these guys that I absolutely don’t want try so hard…. it makes me want Showout even more because now I’m missing something I never had. That was until a different guy finally caught my eye and for whatever reason I definitely like everything I see and happy to finally see somebody other than Showout. As I said when I love…. I love hard and it takes time to fully give myself to a man. It also takes time to let that man go. No love lost.  

I’m only heartbroken by Showout because I see him as Tutu and that’s a relationship I would’ve loved to pursue as an adult that never happened. So a lot like The Best Man with the roles reversed because I’m the writer and the bestfriend that I wanted so badly ran off to be with another. And life goes on….. 

*Currently Playing: I Don’t Wanna by Aaliyah* 

So this new crush….. it’s something really strange in the way he makes me feel. I do not like rushing into relationships and yet I could see myself fully involved with this man within days. Oddly enough he does not make me nervous the way that Showout does. In which there’s nothing wrong with being nervous around somebody. Only meant that we needed to hang out more and probably address the elephant in the room of him being my childhood sweetheart. The fact that this new crush doesn’t make me nervous simply awaken the wild and crazy teenager that I once was.  

Before visiting Cali and going to California Adventure Park with my babies, pushing through being homeless, while still fully promoting all of my artwork….. I hadn’t fully come away from the previous watered down version of myself. Now that I have; it’s just confirmation into this Golden Era.  

*Currently Playing: My Love Is Like.. Wo by Mya* 

Transparency….. I’ve been praying over my new crush since 2021 and was really hurt by the understanding that in his previous relationship, he was being used for attention and his resources, that he was being cheated on, that he was a GREAT MAN with a HUGE HEART being taken advantage of by a bih that could cry on cue. Just for her to tarnish his name by telling vicious lies causing the public to view him in a negative light.  

I hate to see a good man… a good and fine man being mistreated! So I prayed for him and just admired him from a distance. Praying that his businesses prospered and that he’d soon see himself as the GREAT MAN that not only I see but God sees. I’m living in the Land of Delulu so yeah I feel like he’s uh been admiring me from a distance too. Praying over me and whatnot. Ready for shrimp and lobster towers so that we can TALK for hours and hours…..  

It’s all in the kiss as I LOVE to kiss…. preferably French

JuCity Mafia: Tha Takeover

To the developers of Call of Duty: 

So hear me out…. 

This title, JuCity Mafia, has been something that I wanted to use in the wildest way. It was obvious at first…. a mafia romance. I figured at the time that this story would be absolutely the easiest story to write. I most certainly lied to myself when I believed that notion.  

I have restarted this story about fiftyeleven times and each time I do something totally different with the storyline. I’ve changed the cover at least a thousand times as well as the name. At this point I’m settling for just a cute name on a shirt but for whatever reason it seems as if it’s meant for more than just a cute hoodie in the fall.  

So back to the storyboard I go…. drafting up new storylines, new characters, backgrounds, and researching as much karma sutra as I can. Once again…. I say, ‘No, this just won’t do’ and I’m left back at a cute name. Actually, realizing that maybe it’s not a storyline that needs to be truly written and published as another KC novel.  

It wasn’t until last night that I had an epiphany……  

As my Royals in SnapNation land already know…. I definitely prefer the campaign or mission part of Call of Duty as well as LARPing which of course is just Live Action Role Playing. Something I have done with my 4 kids too many times. Turning off all the lights with Nerf bullets flying all around the house. One kid hiding under the bed. Another in the bathroom. One climbed to the top of the closet and played sniper all night while the baby ran around screaming because we were running around screaming.  

After having played our own version of Call of Duty, it wasn’t hard to imagine a Call of Duty for Jackson, Mississippi as I looked around the neighborhood at all of the perfect hiding places. I joked about it last night on SnapChat as I only entertained the idea because I know these streets of Jackson, Mississippi. There are some amazing areas that could be used for a Call of Duty style LARPing event or even the actual video game itself.  

Either way, it would be the bees’ knees to light y’all up in a Call of Duty version of Jackson, Mississippi. Much like Grand Theft Auto with the many different locations. Call of Duty would pop. Now I don’t know who or why we pulling off military style missions in Jackson, Mississippi but I’m all for it. 

But that was last night….. 

Woke up this morning, continuing this lil update knowing I would start a ‘Rants & Raves’ page and then BOOM…… 

The name of the Call of Duty version for Jackson, Mississippi would be so dope as Call of Duty: JuCity Mafia. Now what does that cover design look like because it’s certainly not the one I have drafted up for when I wanted this to be a novel. The more I consider scraping the idea as a novel, the more ideas come in for it to be a military style video game. I mean at some point somebody in the storyline has bad blood with some Germans or something.  

Pool game gone wrong or maybe a horse race as a distraction to gather intel. Many many ideas…. it not for a novel. The most important thing is that it has aliens and not zombies. Straight up like Independence Day with Will Smith and Vivica A. Fox on one side and Call of Duty on the other. 

Sigh….. 

Lemme go download Call of Duty: Mobile until a miracle happens for Call of Duty: JuCity Mafia with KC as a character of course. Just daydreaming and singing, “Mr. Sandman….” 

Unapologetically Wicked

“I lose all control. When you grab a hold. And you do your trick. I love it when you lick” – Lick by Joi 

‘I’m sure of it.’ 

‘They think I’m high.’ 

‘Scared, shy, and high.’ 

These were the thoughts running through my mind as I stood off to the side of the dance floor watching a few bust some familiar moves. I could’ve joined in but I needed to watch the door. He’d be here at any moment. I’ve missed him every single time that he’s posted an event which is why I came early like I was a part of the set up crew. I just needed to see if he’s real or does he only exist on the internet. Too many bets going against me saying that my man is just fucking AI. They were crushing my hopes before they even got started good stating it’s just been awhile since I’ve had a man and that he’s probably using filters but that’s only if he’s a real person. Today, I was going to prove it all wrong.  

And prove it wrong I did. Or maybe I was wrong…..  

In an instance, I was swept up in a rather sticky situation. It was dark. My hands were bound above my head to a hook with a rope of some sort. Very secured. They must’ve had practiced hog tying on the daily. No surprise that my feet were bound as well spread nicely apart while the entire bedframe felt elevated. Whispers and chuckles surrounded me and the coolness of an ice cube slid across my already erect nipple followed up by the warmth of a rather thick tongue. Slowly I inhaled, unable to remove the blindfold that kept my punisher hidden. It was stated as the restraints were placed, “This is the only way to tame your wild ass. You need to learn boundaries.” 

A different voice followed behind saying, “Why must you be so damn hardheaded?!” 

While suppressing a laugh, I nodded with understanding as I was already aroused from being in their presence. I happily indulged in the festivities with each smiling face as they all knew exactly who I was and had planned months in advance on how it would be best to put me in my place. The beginning of my sexual intervention and I was already enjoying it entirely too much. The agony slowly heated my honey pot. The fingertips of several different hands brushed against my body. Different areas all set ablaze at the same time. Both erect nipples being suckled by two different mouths. I continued to slowly inhale. The exhale was staggered. As fingers massaged my throbbing clit, another hand took the time to slowly submerge within my honey pot as many fingers as he could. Too many hands to count. Too many sensations. Still, I slowly inhaled, fully enjoying the company of my punishers.  

A deep familiar voice whispered in my ear, “Be quiet.” 

Confusion set on my face that could only be read by my frowned eyebrows underneath the blindfold. The confusion quickly dispersed from the way my honey pot fit perfectly in the mouth of one of my punishers while the deep familiar voice nibbled on my earlobe, planting kisses until helping me to cheat by keeping me quiet with his tongue down my throat. Hands continued to palm my breasts, massaging and lightly pinching my nipples. Light kisses filled open spots when my punishment was made clear. 

The senses magnified the moment one loses control of any of the five. My sight was gone thanks to the blindfold. My hearing shot from a bad memory of having literally just met the crew a few hours prior to this moment. Touch was magnified. Taste was magnified. Both overly sexually stimulated. The scent of my sweetness filled the air, and I heard a moan from off in the distance. The thought of being watched aroused me more. The kissing stopped and the voice spoke again, “Be still.” 

Slowly I inhaled and exhaled through the first O. My punisher from below stood up and with a sense of laughter in his voice, he says, “Good girl.” 

Just as I began to smile and a second before I could start to wonder, my honey pot was resting along a different set of lips. A different like no other. Quick flitters of the tongue brought in the first O. The second one was stimulated by pure kisses. The joy he found came from him suckling on my clit and inner lips was evident as the second O came in hard and fast, but he didn’t let up. I bit my bottom lip, still slowly inhaling between the Os but never breathing correctly during the moment.  

Never more than three. I soon understood the severity of my crime. Talking shit on the internet had me in deep honey because it certainly wasn’t shit. Pure Gold! The warm mouth of a third approached. My belief that I was going to be eaten to death was becoming more literal rather than figuratively. I found comfort in the way he slowed down. Tasting me as if my swollen clit simply needed healing from being previously devoured by the ravish beast before him. A mental note was made as the third, like the second did not reward me with compliments of being a good girl.  

My squirms and wiggles increased with the fifth warm mouth. The urge to scream hadn’t once approached while my movements put me in time out for five whole minutes. Just as I was approaching my ninth O, he stopped abruptly and sighs with disapproval. The familiar voice, disappointed as well says, “Don’t move again.” 

Annoyed by the words being said aloud, I impatiently waited for the minutes to be up so that I could fully release my screams of pleasure in my highest octave. The crew anticipated the bratty behavior. It’s what they wanted most of all. Just as the sixth settled into position and placed his warm mouth on me, I melted. His mouth wasn’t warm at all. Cold actually. Extremely cold. Fresh and cold. Inhaling slowly was no more as I uncontrollably moaned, “Oo oo ooo oooo.” 

The light pinches on my nipples weren’t so light anymore and the sweet kisses turned into full bites. I squirmed, wiggled, and swirled as much as my restraints allowed. My feet unbound as my sixth lifted my pelvis while he stood up. His thickness filled me up and finally my blindfold was lifted and there he was. Maybe it was just tunnel vision but all I seen was him. Maybe my imagination is running wild. A smile swept across my face as his hand wrapped around my throat while holding me up with the other and pumping in and out with ease. I begin to mumble the words slowly, “Are…..you….” 

His tongue darted in and out of my mouth just for him to say, “You talk too much.” 

I smiled. Enjoying this meet and greet until the very end…. 

For ClickTight Rydaz 

Excerpt from KC’s Emporium of Wet Dreams

The Candyman ~ Part Four

Part Four ~ Day Thirteen of Fourteen 

“Take your pleasure seriously” 

Patrick was spotted carrying his luggage out the door to his truck. Tutu and Alex decided to meet him outside and see why was he packing up the truck. Patrick knew he’d have to explain his early departure to his boys but he wasn’t sure how Brandi would feel if he did considering she was the reason they were leaving.

Tutu was the first to ask, “What’s up man? I know you’re not going to miss out on Zip-lining today? You do know we’re doing ATV riding tomorrow?” 

Lacey peeped out the door signaling for Alex to come sneak away with her and he happily obliged not caring who seen them together. Patrick and Tutu laughed and Patrick went on and answered, “Yeah man I know but Brandi ain’t really feeling the trip no more.” 

Anger was starting to appear on Tutu’s face as he asked, “Was it Shannon and her flirting with you?” 

Patrick’s face became distorted as he quickly replied, “Oh hell naw! We all know how Shannon is and that hoe knows better. You know Brandi would kill her.” Patrick sighed and continued, “Listen, don’t say nothing to nobody. Not even Alex but what we thought was the stomach flu turned out to be a baby.” 

Tutu’s expression was filled with love and excitement as he shook Patrick’s shoulders and congratulated him with pats on his back while saying, “Yooooo man you’re going to be dad!”

Patrick smiled and shushed Tutu at the same time, “Chill chill. She can’t know I told anybody before she was ready to tell.” 

Tutu nodded and said, “No worries. You know this is safe with me.” 

He smirked and rubbed his beard while asking, “Since bro code is activated, what was up with you and Victoria the other night?” 

Tutu shook his head and replied, “What you mean?” 

Patrick chuckled, “In the theater room. I slick wanted to watch the movie too but the door was locked. We only locking doors for one reason my guy.”

He grinned as he remembered the night vividly and replied, “Just don’t be surprised when she becomes Mrs. Myles next year.” 

Patrick shook his head, “Boy you wild with that one. She got a whole husband and he ain’t acting like he wants a divorce.”

Tutu shrugged and said, “Shit happens.” 

Brandi startled them both by singing, “Impossible things are happening every day!” 

Both of the guys knew what she meant and thankful she only caught the end of the conversation. They said their goodbyes and Tutu watched them drive off heading back to Jackson, MS. Eboni walked up beside Tutu and said, “Well there goes my fun for the reminder of the trip.” 

Tutu scoffed and replied, “I’m sure you’ll get into something before the night is over with.” 

Pettiness led Eboni to say, “I’m sure I’m not the only one.” 

Tutu sighed and spoke gently, “Eboni, when we get back I’ll sign the papers so that you can be with Quinton. I hope this makes you happy.” 

Eboni was lost for words until Tutu kissed her forehead and begin to walk away when she screamed out, “Wait!” He stopped and she ran up to him and asked, “So you’re really happy with Shannon?” 

He laughed, “I’ve told you how many times that I don’t want that girl. I’m not with her Eboni and I never will be. What happened between me and that girl was over ten years ago and you know that.” 

She nodded and accepted what he was saying but deep down she wasn’t as happy as she’d thought she would be. A part of her didn’t want to actually let the man go. He had been so good to her and her daughter while she purposely made their life together a living hell because she just had to have Quinton. The only thing she could say was, “Thank you Tristian. I hope you find somebody that really loves you.” She gave him a peck on the cheek and went back inside the cabin to call her boo who had been staying in a nearby hotel with the good news. 

Inside the cabin, drama was stirring in the kitchen when Shannon noticed Alex’s hand cupping Lacey’s ass and she said, “What the fuck are you doing with her ass in your hands Alex?!”

Alex squinted his eyes and replied, “Shannon we’re not together so chill out.”

Shannon didn’t back down and got louder, “Okay but you invited me here and we’re fucking. So what the fuck?”

Alex rolled his eyes and Lacey decided to butt in, “Girl that doesn’t make him your man. It’s called dating besides you done literally tried every nigga here in his face.”

Shannon was heated, “Bitch mind your fucking business! Ain’t you supposed to be sucking Hakeem’s dick?” 

The loud commotion caused Vicki and Mario to enter the kitchen as well when Lacey replied, “Bitch you real pressed about some dick but understand I ain’t those little hoes you can just talk to any kind of fucking way. I’ll dog walk your ass from here to kingdom come!” 

Shannon was ready to throw a stool at Lacey when Mario grabbed her and pulled her back from the island as Alex replied, “Have you lost your fucking mind?!” 

Vicki went to calm Alex down but Lacey was already jumping over the kitchen island on Shannon and Mario. After connecting her punches to whoever felt them first Tutu and Hakeem had finally ran in to pull Lacey off but now Mario was snapping off, “Bitch I’ll kill your motherfucking ass!” 

This only pissed Alex off more, “You gone kill who my guy?!” 

Mario didn’t stutter as he spoke loudly, “That crazy ass bitch that just put her fucking hands on me. Who the fuck you think? If you want it you can get it too!” 

While wiping blood off her lip, Shannon chimed in, “Niggas done got killed for less.”

Vicki shook her head and said, “Yo for real y’all chill the fuck out. It’s not even that serious!” 

Alex continued, “I wish I would see a pussy ass nigga put his hands on a female.” 

Vicki whispered in his ear hoping to calm him down but that only pissed Shannon off more as she spoke freely, “If you fucking him, then just say that. He wouldn’t be the first nigga you stole from me!”

Vicki’s head jerked around so fast she almost gave herself whiplash and said, “What nigga I steal from you?” 

Shannon spoke proudly, “Uh bitch Mario, Linton, Anthony, Carlos, and now Alex!”

Alex screamed, “I was never your fucking man!” 

Eboni had finally made her way downstairs to answer the front door letting Quinton in. They heard the arguing and as nosey folks do, migrated to the scene taking place in the kitchen. 

Shannon didn’t hold back as she continued spewing hate in the air, “You wasn’t my man but you fucked me and ate my ass like you were my man. You wasn’t Eboni’s man but you damn sholl made a baby with her like you were her man. You wasn’t Vicki’s man but y’all fucking like y’all together and now you all up on this nasty looking bitch and you thought I wasn’t going to say shit! If you invited me here and we’re fucking then we’re together until the trip is over. Everybody knows that!” 

Hakeem knew too much shit had hit the fan in that moment and said, “Aye man maybe y’all should leave. Shit shouldn’t get this deep.” 

Mario yelled, “I ain’t going no motherfucking where without my wife!” 

Shannon continued, “Oh she’s too busy sucking Alex’s dick so yeah you might as well leave with me now.” 

Unfortunately for Shannon she didn’t calculate the amount of anger that had filled the room from her rant until Vicki blasted off, “Let’s get a few things straight. I ain’t take shit from you. Whatever the fuck you and those dudes had going on, happened before I ever met y’all and according to you and those same dudes, y’all was never together. You pressed over Mario like he’s not my fucking husband but please be my guest and take him off my fucking hands. Lighten my load bitch!” 

Alex came in behind Vicki and said, “Besides this girl is like a big sister to me. Where the fuck you even getting that shit from?” 

Mario wasn’t convinced and said, “How the fuck my wife is like a big sister to you when we’ve known each other for almost fourteen years and we’ve never met.” 

Alex smirked and replied, “You could ask your wife. If she wanted you to know she’d tell you.” 

Shannon shook her head and said, “Y’all ain’t fooling nobody. The more you ran off to be with Alex, the more Mario had my legs in the air. Put his ass to sleep every night.”

Vicki laughed and said, “Oh girl I knew y’all was fucking but thanks for finally being honest about it.” 

Vicki’s laughter was contagious causing Eboni and Lacey to laugh too. Hell everybody knew they were fucking. Nobody else wanted Shannon’s hoe ass. Word on the street, she likes to burn the boys, especially the married boys. Shannon was an amazing head hunter and that’s the reason Alex invited her on the trip until Lacey caught his attention. They already warned Hakeem so he got a little sloppy toppy as well. It was only ever Mario entertaining her fully. Nobody wanted to break Vicki’s heart and hoped she’d at least walk in on the bullshit or wise up to the flirting between the two. 

Mario wasn’t happy with Vicki’s reaction as he said, “You don’t care because you fucking that nigga. Just say that shit.” 

With the biggest smile, Vicki replied, “I’m definitely fucking somebody but it’s not Alex. Take it or leave it but that’s the truth sweetheart.”

Eboni squinted her eyes and looked at Tutu who was trying his best not to laugh and that’s when she knew exactly who Vicki was fucking. She couldn’t be mad about it. She looked at Quinton and whispered, “Uh baby let’s go. This ain’t got shit to do with us.” Her and Quinton went to pack up her bags and leave. She shot Tutu a text saying, “*I’m heading out with Quinton so I’ll see you when you get back. Although it’s not my business, I really like Victoria for you. Honestly I think she’ll make you happy and love you right. Be safe and don’t let her go to jail for beating Shannon’s ass.*” 

Hakeem did the same as Eboni and Quinton. The vibe was all fucked up because of a hoe. He took Lacey to the living room and said, “It’s cool if you want to stay with Alex but I’m about to leave. If you don’t want to stay then you’re free to come along. I just didn’t want to leave knowing we rode together.” 

She shrugged and said, “I’ll leave with you only because I’m not going to jail over this stupid bitch.” They went to pack their bags and leave out. Lacey shot Alex a text explaining her departure and he understood but his anger rained down on Shannon knowing she was the reason as to why the trip was now completely ruined. 

Shannon was interested to know who Vicki was fucking so she asked, “If you’re not fucking Alex then who are you fucking Victoria?” 

Vicki’s face distorted as she spoke, “Why do you care? If you’re fucking my husband then be happy in that.” 

Mario rushed up on Victoria causing Tutu to close in and Alex to be guarded as he said, “Why the fuck you want to play games with me?!” 

Vicki smiled and said, “I guess because I’m a playful bitch.” 

Alex calmly said, “Big homie you need to move the fuck back. You too close.” 

Mario looked Alex up and down and said, “Nigga this my wife. I do whatever the fuck I want with her.” 

Vicki scoffed and walked away as she said, “It’s okay Alex. He just needs Miss NyQuil Pussy to calm him down apparently.” 

Shannon had been ready to rock Vicki for years. She never cared about how or why Vicki was with those dudes because at the end of the day, Shannon had them first and that’s all that mattered. As soon as Vicki stepped close enough Shannon swung and missed. Vicki was just about to swing back when Tutu grabbed her wrist as Shannon screamed, “Hit me bitch!” 

Vicki was laughing even harder while struggling to get out of Tutu’s grip. She was coming straight for Shannon when she did get loose until Mario said, “If you touch her, we both gone beat your ass.” 

Vicki’s eyes bucked wondering who’s face she was about to pound in first when Tutu replied, “Dude you need to stop. We’re not letting you put your hands on a female.” 

Alex blasted, “Oh naw let him try. I want him to.” 

Shannon picked up a plate and threw it Vicki’s way hoping to hit both Tutu and Vicki and instead hit the wall. Mario pushed Shannon behind him ready to to go to war with Vicki. Out of the many fights Vicki and Mario had, this was the one she had been waiting on. She was tired of the fights getting to the point where they were both physically tired out. Nobody ever won a fight because Mario could never actually beat Vicki’s ass and Vicki always held back for fear of killing him and going to jail leaving behind her kids but today she didn’t care. Today, he was being extra in front of Shannon. Vicki ultimately wanted Shannon but if Mario wanted to protect her then she didn’t mind going through his ass too. Ain’t like he didn’t deserve the shit. 

As soon as they were close enough to connect the punches, Alex had knocked Mario’s ass flat out the moment he bucked ready to swing on Vicki. Shannon stood in horror afraid that Alex was coming for her next since Tutu had snatched Vicki back up and carried her away from the kitchen. Alex looked at Shannon with pure disgust as he said, “You better drag that nigga out to his fucking car and leave or we gone let Vicki come whoop your ass.” 

Shannon did exactly what she was told with tears in her eyes. She knew she’d never have the chance with Tutu now that Alex hated her. She knew she wouldn’t be able to fuck anymore of his friends to get back in good with him because Vicki had stolen her position. Sadly, the girl never realized the truth about Vicki and Tutu and left fully believing that Vicki was fucking Alex behind her back. 

Alex, Tutu, and Vicki all sat around reminiscing on their childhood and how all Vicki ever did was fight boys but kiss on Tutu in the closet thinking they were hiding from Alex. It was good to see Vicki hadn’t changed. Still had a hella smart mouth and still ready to lay hands when needed. Alex packed his bags and said his goodbyes because three’s a crowd and he knew without anybody telling him. Seeing his brother truly happy with the girl he couldn’t stop talking about for the past twenty years, was all Alex really wanted to see on the trip. He messed up and got his brother’s wife pregnant because she was a loose girl but he knew his brother wasn’t in love until he seen Vicki again. He had to get them in the same room and he wasn’t letting anybody stop his brother’s happiness. 

The cabin was eerily silent knowing it was just Vicki and Tutu there. She suggested, “Let’s hop in the hot tub.” 

The jets were beating on Vicki’s back giving her a relaxing sensation. She could feel Tutu massaging her feet. His hands traveling up her legs until he had pulled her to him. She sat in his lap with her legs wrapped around him as he darted his tongue in her mouth. His member growing harder by the second causing her to smile a devilish smile knowing nobody was there to interrupt them. 

Tutu looked at her with amazement at how he could finally be with Vicki the way he’d always wanted. She was his dreams come true. He only had one question, “Why did your mom nickname me Tutu?” 

She chuckled, “Oh you look just like Tupac. She was obsessed with man and thought you could’ve been his son because y’all look so much alike.” 

Tutu decided the truth of his biological father could remain in Pandora’s Box and said, “We’re going to leave that in the past. I think I’m okay with just being Tristian.” 

She giggled and said, “Okay, TRISTIAN!”

He smiled and kissed her again. She stood up and got out of the hot tub. After wrapping herself with a towel she motioned for him to follow her. They were back in the kitchen with Vicki in the fridge looking for snacks. When she made it back to the kitchen island, he wasted no time spinning her around and getting on his knees while placing her leg on his shoulder. She braced herself against the island top as he started in on her music box. Her moans were like a symphony coming from heaven. The louder she got, the more he showed out. It wasn’t long before both legs were on his shoulders. 

She was slightly running when he gripped her hips and forced her to stay put. He stood up with her legs still on his shoulders. She grabbed his face pulling him closer to her as she looked into his eyes and said, “I love you, Tristian.” 

He licked his lips then kissed her passionately while stroking his reply against her walls. He said softly in her ear, “I love you more, Vicki.” 

Her knees begin to tremble as sweat dripped off of his forehead onto her breasts. She held his head and moaned loudly from reaching her climax causing her to try and catch her breath. She leaned back while raising her butt slightly from him to grab and allowed him to continue to hammer her with her weakened legs on his shoulders. 

It wasn’t long before she had leaned back up and he took her off the island. Her dreams came true when he hopped around the kitchen like he was Melvin in Baby Boy. She was thirty-two years old and still experiencing firsts with a man but at least it was with a man that adored her in the right way. He bunny hopped his way into the living room to wear her ass out on the brown leather couch. With her face down and ass up, he rammed all nine inches into her with no remorse. 

They sat on the couch for a few minutes after he bust. They giggled and laughed about how good it felt to be grown together and not little kids hiding in a closet kissing and discovering themselves. She got up and grabbed his hand heading to the game room. Vicki spoke seductively, “Let’s play a game of pool.” 

Tristian chuckled, “Butt ass naked huh?” 

She nodded and said, “Yup! Butt ass naked now rack em up.”

He shook his head and said, “This shit ain’t gone last long.” 

As soon as Vicki bent over to break em, Tristian was behind her stroking in and out of her nice tight walls causing her to not even hit the cue ball. His fingers twirling around her clit causing her to moan out, “Shit Tristian!” 

He bent down planting kisses on her back while saying, “It’s okay baby. Let it out!”

She creamed instantly on his rod making her turn around as he placed her on the pool table pushing all the strips and solids to the side with some rolling into the pockets they could reach. They made the sweetest love before heading to the shower. Vicki had never had so much sex in one day but she was loving every minute of it. 

They washed each other until Tristian was ready for another round. He quickly spun her around, pushing her against the wall while kissing her neck and grabbing her breasts. Vicki was going to take as much as he could give and hoped this wasn’t a one time thing. The water cascaded onto their bodies with Vicki turning around and lowering slightly to her bestest friend in town. She took him in her mouth and slowly maneuvered him as far down her throat as she could. She wasn’t trying to be a head hunter but she did want to please her man as much as he had been pleasing her and Tristian was well pleased with every thing she had been doing. 

Her hair now soaking wet as she continued bobbing and stroking his shaft. The feeling was sensational and then she stroked and licked as if he was a lollipop. One ball. Two balls. Both were in her warm wet mouth. There he was once again ready to buck from the pleasure. She hummed happily at his reaction knowing the vibrations would help him along the journey. Her alter ego had appeared as she locked eyes with him placing his shaft back in her mouth ready to be filled with his sweet milk. 

After swallowing every drop, she laughed and said, “Finally!” 

Tristian was actually going soft. The man was a walking vigara pill, always on hard. Maybe he was tired after the shower or maybe he just needed a nap to go again. Either way they were butt ass naked in the bed knocked out with Candyman playing a second time. Eventually they’d finish the movie but it probably wouldn’t be in this cabin. 

Baecation Begins……

Star Dancer Cabin in Gatlinburg

The Candyman ~ Part Three

Part Three ~ Day Nine of Fourteen 

“What’s done in the dark, always comes to light”

His voice was low and demanding as he whispered in her ear, “Come sit on my face.” 

Vicki tried her best not to react where anybody could see. She darted her eyes to the side and watched his fine ass walk away. Her entire body was on fire ready to follow him like the love sick puppy she was but she kept her composure and it was a good thing that she did. When she turned around Shannon was standing at the kitchen island that was behind her, holding a coffee mug with a clear attitude. Vicki dismissed her body language until Shannon asked, “Did his nasty ass say something to you?”

Vicki didn’t miss a beat as she replied with a confused look, “Who?” 

Shannon rolled her eyes and said, “Girl, Tristian. He didn’t say something to you just now?”

Vicki shook her head and shrugged, “If he did, I didn’t hear him.”

Unfortunately for Shannon, Vicki had cut her off and was only remaining cordial with her for the time being. They had been best friends for over 10 years and Vicki had started acting differently with Shannon within these last few years. This made Shannon very gullible to Vicki because she knew Shannon believed that she would always be able to get over on everybody including Vicki when in reality Vicki simply never cared. Sure, she once valued their friendship and considered it a sisterhood but when she begin to see Shannon’s true colors she started staying to herself more and letting Shannon have her way. 

She stopped encouraging the girl to be better and telling her everything like when they were younger was definitely null and void. Shannon was a compulsive liar to any and everybody she ever met but Vicki believed that with time the girl would let her pain and hurt go. Vicki couldn’t understand why after 10 years, the girl didn’t grow up and try to be a better person. This only turned Vicki cold hearted towards her and that was the worse thing a Capricorn could’ve done. 

Blinded by the big doe eyes and baby face, Shannon believed Vicki to be too much of a good girl to ever really do her wrong. She knew Vicki accepted her hoe ways and fucked up stories and she loved her for it but Vicki was no longer with the shits whereas Shannon was still the same selfish and jealous hoe she had met her freshman year of college.

Shannon continued in a whisper, “Cause I was gone go upside his head if he was. Bitch he been fucking the shit out of me every fucking night!”

Vicki giggled as she begin to sip her tea and say, “Naw bih not every night though. What about his wife girl?” 

Shannon smiled hard and said, “What she don’t know won’t hurt her right? Besides she’s the stupid one leaving him unattended knowing I had him first. That nigga can’t leave me alone. Had my whole pussy in his mouth too!” 

While shaking her head, Vicki replied, “But I thought you were only going to fuck with Alex on the trip and let Tristian and Eboni be happy.” 

Shannon threw her hands up and replied, “Bitch I tried. But how am I going to say no to his fine ass?” 

Vicki continued to sip her tea when Mario walked in and smacked Vicki on the ass while saying, “Good morning bay.”

Vicki was so annoyed with the ass smacks. It was all he ever did. She felt more like a gnat getting gunned down rather than his attractive wife that he loved and adored. The thing that baffled her the most was when she had to ask the man to smack her ass during doggy style or even pull her hair. He acted sooooo scared to take control but every day faithfully he could smack her ass “with love” and yet where did all of that energy go in the bedroom? For the past 7 years she’s been begging and pleading with this man about sex. In the beginning she felt so insecure about her weight but she embraced her new curves that motherhood had given her. If he felt differently she didn’t mind letting him go but he reassured her daily how beautiful she was however he for whatever reason wasn’t sexually interested in her. 

The nights she tried spicing it up with lingerie didn’t produce the results she had hoped. Her makeup made him laugh in disgust as he claimed she looked like a clown and didn’t need makeup. She was reduced to simply walking around naked and sleeping naked. Becoming a nudist just for her man to touch her and yet he never desired to do anything other than look at her crazy. She refused to lose one pound if that meant he’d finally see her but instead it was time she got back to the ruthless bitch she loved being. It was in that moment that she slowly begin to fall out of the the rose colored emotion she believed was love. Begging a man that truly had no problem talking big shit but couldn’t put his money where his mouth was had become beneath her. 

In every other area he seemed okay so she held out hope that maybe he just needed to see a doctor since he claimed to be so tired. When he proposed, she had every thought to say no because it was too cliché for her to get proposed to on Valentine’s Day. He hadn’t even planned it out. Everything he did was last minute with no thought or care. It simply had Vicki focusing more and more on herself and her kids at the same time she was giving up on the man. She hated the thought of leaving a man with so much potential. The kids seemed to adore him and their biggest problem was lack of sex. 

The problems went from lack of sex to poor performance under 5 minutes. This had Vicki sexually frustrated in ways she hadn’t even noticed before being with Mario. The fights became worse and then she learned he couldn’t manage money correctly. She hated feeling like his mother by putting him on a budget that he still whined and complained about. To make matters worse he didn’t understand the concept of romance and passion even without sexual contact. Vicki really just wanted to be seen in the end and yet it seemed like the more the days passed by, the more Mario was blind to the perfect wife he had. 

Whether he was blind or not, all of the men that met Vicki just couldn’t believe she was married to a bum ass nigga like Mario. How he could sleep on this amazing woman was beyond them but if she ever looked their way, they weren’t going to hold back. They didn’t need to know the details. It was obvious from the way Vicki carried herself that she needed her back blown out one good time. It was Wayne that said it best, “Whoever hitting it, ain’t hitting it right because she act like she need dick in her life.”

Her mouth had become completely reckless and the approach had to be correct. She was fed up with talking and if she took her clothes off for any man, he had better know what the fuck he was doing. Vicki had become the man in her marriage, always initiating sex to the point where she’d rather fuck herself. She became so cold hearted that Mario would turn over from watching a movie on his phone to find Vicki going in on herself. She’d ignore him as if he didn’t even exist. 

He always tried after she was finished and she’d decline his offer each and every time. Sadly, she really hated dildos and rabbits when a nigga laid beside her so if she ever felt the need to feel a penis she’d get off and get a couple minutes in with him afterwards. It was the ‘I’m sorry’ after he’d bust so quickly leaving her even more unsatisfied then before she gave in. Of course, she suggest head beforehand at the very least! He became annoyed when Vicki didn’t have an orgasm after what he considered was hours. As for Vicki, it was just minutes of him playing peekaboo with her pearl or something. She never knew what he was doing but it was wrong and bad every single time. Being the sex ed instructor had become played out when he got annoyed each time and didn’t want to learn anything. 

Vicki had no intention of ever cheating on Mario despite the many messages he sent out to females promising sexual favors galore. Not once on this trip has he touched her and she hasn’t complained about it either. Regardless she gone get that ass smacked in front of somebody as a symbol of his unwavering love but when they get back to MS, all she needs is his John Hancock since the papers are already drawn up and ready. Vicki softly scoffed and replied, “Morning.” 

Shannon spoke with excitement, “Y’all gotta start a YouTube show like the Ellises. Man y’all are sooo cute. It would go straight viral!” 

Mario chimed in, “I’m with it. What you think bay?” 

Vicki did her ‘I’m about to lie’ giggle and said, “Y’all already know I’m with the shits!” 

She started her little twerk with Shannon hyping her up causing Alex to migrate to the kitchen. He was the first to say, “Vicki you gone get pregnant twerking like that.” 

This made Mario feel some type of way as he now wanted to be all up under Vicki as she twerked which only made her stop and laugh at Alex. Mario said, “Damn bay why you stop?” 

Shannon added, “Y’all take that to the room.” 

Alex replied, “Ain’t nobody got time for that unless y’all don’t want to go horseback riding? Patrick, Brandi, and Eboni done already backed out. So what’s up?” 

Shannon was about to decline until Vicki started a TikTok dance and begin to sing, “When the sun goes down, on my side town.”

Alex joined in, “That lonesome feeling comes to my door and the whole world turns”

Shannon and Mario looked in horror at the scene taking place before them. Both of them extremely jealous of the vibe that Alex and Vicki was sharing. These two were like brother and sister as kids and now that Vicki knew who he was, it was nothing to fall back into that big sister role she had so many years ago. They danced and walked away with no care in the world, laughing and ready to do a quick TikTok video to Brooks and Dunn’s Neon Moon as soon as they got around the horses. 

This was all the proof Shannon and Mario believed they needed. For them, it was so obvious to know that Vicki was cheating on Mario with Alex. They both had started going MIA during the trip and technically Shannon wasn’t his woman so she didn’t care but she hated when Vicki flirted with guys she had already claimed as hers. She believed that she had just successfully blocked Vicki from Tutu and yet here the girl was flirting with Alex. She wasn’t about to let Vicki steal another man from her no matter who the man was. She had Mario mixed them some drinks for this nature adventure that she hated. Shannon was by far the biggest hater of nature. All wildlife creatures, the sun, the outside itself was a hell no for her. 

Vicki on the other hand was a country girl at heart and loved everything dealing with nature until the bugs started biting but aside from that she loved being outside. So horseback riding was everything to her. Tutu, Alex, Lacey, and Hakeem were the same. Eboni tried only because of Tutu but overall she wasn’t feeling it and figured she’d simply go off on her own adventure. 

While Patrick decided to take Brandi on a wagon ride instead, hoping to get her in a better mood since she was no longer feeling the trip and ready to go home, Mario was working hard to convince the masses that he was about that country life. He’d say anything really to get in a girl’s pants or be the coolest guy in the room and at this point Victoria was getting all of the attention causing him to compete for the spotlight. 

Shannon was the true definition of a city girl and all of this True Life: Day in the Life of a Country Mofo was becoming a drag especially when the horse bucked and almost had Mario flying down the trail. When Shannon attempted to mount the horse, she begin crying real tears because her leg wouldn’t swing around to the other side like the guide had showed her four times. She panicked and screamed, “I’m having heart palpitations y’all! I can’t do this shit!” 

Lacey and Vicki were already down the pathway enjoying the ride and taking in the beautiful waterfall view that surrounded them when they heard Shannon’s screaming. They giggled to themselves and continued on while Shannon and Mario stayed behind at the stables, drinking and letting the misinformation they gave themselves about Vicki and Alex be the reason for the inappropriate behavior that they indulged in. 

Almost four hours later, they were all back at the Star Dancer cabin to tired to do anything else for the night. The itinerary suggested a movie night in the theater room and yet nobody was really following the itinerary anymore. The mood had turned sour and everybody was preferring to be to themselves except Vicki. She thought Mario would watch the 2021 Candyman remake with her and yet his reply was stained in passive aggressive anger, “All you’re going to do is go to sleep.” 

Vicki rolled her eyes, “Dude if you don’t want to watch the movie just say that.” 

He was annoyed as he said, “I just don’t see the point when you’ll be sleep.” 

With a bowl of popcorn in one hand, she waved her other hand and said, “Okay!” As she walked into the theater room without Mario. The movie had barely started when the door opened making Vicki roll her eyes again. She hated when Mario would be a bitch one minute trying to start an argument just to be a pussy the next trying to cuddle up under her. He can keep that same energy as far as she was concerned. He’d been acting funny since they went horseback riding and she wasn’t about to be his little therapist trying to figure him out. 

She was relieved to have Tutu sit down beside her. He leaned closer to her and she thought he was going to whisper more naughty commands in her ear but instead he begins to kiss her neck. Vicki laughs and says, “I know you see me watching this movie.” 

He teased as he said softly, “I’m not stopping you.” He continued planting kisses with light nibbles on her neck while his hands squeezed on her breasts. She placed the popcorn aside and started kissing him passionately needing him in every way. She stood up and seductively rolled her hips taking off her shorts. His gym shorts were pulled down to his ankles and his rod standing at attention when she straddled him in his seat. She rode him like she was back on the waterfall trail. He moaned lowly in her ear turning her on more and making her speed up slightly. 

She had her hand on the back of his neck nibbling on his ear until she whispered, “Say my name.” 

He let out a small chuckle and moaned, “Vicki.” 

She rode him only a few minutes longer before getting up and turning around, mounting him once again. With her hands on the recliner in front of her, she bounced her ass like she was back at Freelons creating a slaying sound that echoed through the horror music that played on the screen. A murder was taking place onscreen and in the theater yet both killers were filled with pleasure and satisfaction with their actions. 

Tutu gripped her hips and caught the rhythm to the point where he had her bent over the recliner in front of them. Sweat drenched their bodies making the stings of his ass smacks linger longer than before. Vicki damn near ripped a hole in the seat trying not to scream out in pleasure. Even though she leaned back up, Tutu kept stroking as much as possible while rubbing her pearl. He wasn’t about to sit back down so he turned to put his back on the wall which is exactly what Vicki wanted. 

She leaned back down with her hands on the floor allowing Tutu to pound her out as much as he wanted. He slowed down in confusion when her leg lifted and her foot was on the wall. It was clear she wanted to be slutted out like his personal little pornstar. He was about to speed up when her other leg was up and foot on the wall. She was pussy popping on his American bandstand. Every time he thought he had her in check, she showed out in a different way. 

He dipped out and down to pick her short ass up so he could put her in his mouth. She wasted no time returning the favor with his shaft in her mouth. Tutu could bust a few times and still be ready to bust again with the hardest rod. They heard the door knob shake and Tutu let Vicki down. She sat in the chair with his rod back in her mouth after hearing Tutu whisper between the knocks on the door, “Don’t worry, I locked it.” 

With her hair entwined in his fingers, he stroked her face making her moan with satisfaction. Her hands massaged his body with excitement. He could feel the next load ready to shoot out but when he looked down to warn her she locked eyes with him and hummed, “Mmmmhmmmmm” in agreement to what she knew was coming. Her throat filled with his warm elixir while her suction eased up slightly but the strokes continued. Tutu was still rock hard as his knees bucked just a bit making him grab the recliner with one hand and the wall with the other. 

His breathing staggering as she sat back grinning, watching him regain his composure and knowing his competitive ass was about to blow her back out in the best way. Just as she’s hoped, he grabbed her legs and pulled her to the edge and with no warning he started plowing her with only one intention and that was to put her ass to sleep. The sounds of him pounding her recklessly cascaded louder than the music coming from the movie. Tutu no longer cared who heard them. It was probably time they told everybody anyway. He leaned down and kissed her as he shot off in her walls for the final time. 

They got themselves together and nothing felt right about walking out and going in separate directions to sleep beside people they were on the verge of hating but that’s exactly what they did. The trip didn’t need to be ruined because of them and whatever drama they would face later didn’t need to be seen by everybody. 

Day 10 begins…..

Theater Room in the Star Dancer Cabin in Gatlinburg

Face of Olay

“That lil’ pussy got some power in it. That lil’ pussy got some power in it. Super soaker, need a towel for it. Drippin’ on me like a showerhead” -Power by Kevin Gates

The solemn look on his face told me everything that I needed to know. His anger was extremely clear to the entire neighborhood of FernValley as he stood in the doorway attempting to deny my entrance into the house that he shared with his brother. Too many devious thoughts rushed through my mind, clouding my judgement, causing me to see this man as irresistible while wondering why he’d step out waring only his gym shorts and Nike slides. My eyes drifted to his V-Line and subsequently to my harden friend.  

My lady moistened in response, dripping with full desire for this one man that was refusing my entrance into the house that I once called a whorehouse. If only for a few minutes I hoped he’d break the rules just for me. He missed me, despite his effort at turning me away, his body had responded in the same exact way that mine had. We missed each other. Eventually he noticed how none of his anger filled goodbye speech meant anything to me as I stepped closer, gently stroking his V-Line while asking coyly, “A kiss before I go?” 

The corner of his lips jerked. I knew what the answer would be. Another attempt at trying to hide his true feelings as he sighed and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer into his embrace and whispered, “Last time.” 

A sense of triumph came over me as he stepped backwards into the house. Each stop filled with kisses of ecstasy guiding are down the hallway to his bedroom. Not a second longer and I had already ripped out of every piece of article of clothing that I had on. He smirked, fully entertained at the scene displayed before him. His truest intentions now shining clear as ever as he walked up to me passionately kissing me into his bed of love. Mischievous and playful is what I adored about the man and with me he allowed his naughty side to take over. He peeled out of his gym shorts and stood up completely naked, in all of his magnificent glory. 

My lady purred as I watched him slowly stroking his Mandingo warrior. He chuckled and stated, “You can’t keep popping up like this.” 

I nodded eagerly without saying a word, knowing that in a matter of days, I’d be popping up again for another ‘last time.’ As soon as he placed his index and middle finger within me, his thumb and two fingers massaged my clit forcing me to bite down on my bottom lip. A well known addiction. My obsession with this man was no secret to the neighbors and especially not his brother from the many times that I’ve been forced to be a bit quieter because his brother has to get up extremely early in the morning. The obvious that seems to escape my mind from the touch of his hands on my body.  

Suddenly he had pulled me to the edge of the bed and slowly glided his pulsating Mandingo warrior inside of me until every inch of his thickness filled me up, stretching me completely out, sending electrifying thrills of pleasure coursing through my body. Uncontrollable shivers from the only man that knew how to properly please me. That knew at any given moment, I’d be ringing his doorbell begging for more of his sweet loving. Slow and steady were his strokes. He was simply warming up. Soon the true beast would emerge. I placed my hands around the back of his head bringing his face closer to mine. Light pecks quickly turned into gentle nibbles on his bottom lip trailing to his earlobe and down his neck onto his chest.  

Within his moans, he whispered, “Is this what you wanted baby?” 

Barely able to respond, I simply stutter, “Y y y y yesssss.” 

A low growl escaped from his lips as his strokes sped up. Just as we kissed once more, he pulls out and switches up to what he has claimed has his favorite position. In reality it was mine and he had yet to see all of the many different ways I wanted to express my love to him in this armless dining room chair. Of course, he wasn’t ready for the cowgirl workout I had concocted in my mind as he waited anxiously for me to straddle him in a position, he had learned how to take control in.  

Confusion rested on his face as I turned around and mounted my Mandingo warrior in reverse cowgirl. With my legs spread wide and my hands planted firmly on his thighs, I bounced for the gold as well as his soul. I knew I already had his heart. The tingling sensation from the way his hand slapped my ass cheek while his other hand palmed my breasts resulted in me sitting up straight, arching my back to feel his Mandingo warrior effortlessly rearrange my insides. It wasn’t long before he was pushing my thick thighs together and my arch become a wave of orgasmic pleasure. Without missing a beat, I turned my head to the left and spoke softly, “You like this?” 

In a low and raspy voice, he replied, “Yes baby.” 

As soon as I was about to twerk him into submission, he grabbed both of my wrists, pulling my arms behind me as he stood up unlocking a new position for us to reminisce on later. The beast had fully emerged. I was done for. Vigorously, he rammed his Mandingo warrior swelling up my walls until I moaned out loudly probably fully disturbing the entire neighborhood and especially his brother’s peaceful slumber. The louder I moaned, the harder he rammed as if he wanted to spilt me in half. A single tear formed and slid down my cheek while my mouth hung open wide, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. 

A pleasure I would gladly offer to pay for. If he wanted to rip both arms off, I would happily oblige. Within an instant, he had let go of my arms and started digging his fingertips into my hips. Harder and faster, he went with beads of sweat dripping on to the small of my back. I placed my hands on the floor for a bit of support when he stopped his strokes and instantly my legs went limp. There my harden Mandingo friend bobbed up and down so beautifully in his hand as he stroked once more with a smirk. While placing my hands on the back of his thighs, he begins to stroke my throat as hums of pure joy escaped from within me. 

The back of his hand gently brushed against my cheek as he said, “Damn, you’re beautiful.” Just as pulled out of my throat, he had blasted his load all over my face, using his Mandingo warrior to rub it around my cheeks and into my mouth as I thought to myself, ‘Damn, I love this man!’ 

For John & Makayla

Excerpt from KC’s Emporium of Wet Dreams

The Candyman ~ Part Two

Part Two – Day Six of Fourteen

“How you get them is how you lose them”

The night grew closer as the five couples played board games, card games, and even charades while enjoying mixed drinks and munching on different plates of food prepared for them by Micah; the owner and head sous chef of Southern Delights in Nashville. They weren’t allowing the current roster of folks ruin their vacation and things seemed to be going well.

It had been smooth sailing for the past few days, Eboni felt foolish seeing Shannon being as interested in Tutu as she was every other man that was there. Insecurity had taken it’s toll on the young mom causing her to be overly possessive about a man she no longer had romantic feelings for. Tutu had always been this wonderful man to her but that certainly didn’t stop her from giving in to one last time with another man only weeks after getting married. When Tutu learned of her betrayal he showed his truest colors with no remorse and she’s been in the doghouse every since. She hasn’t cared about fixing her marriage because they had both agreed, there was nothing to fix. They were never in love with each other. They were friends with benefits that got caught up in the game of life.

The moment Eboni seen that second line appear, she knew her life had completely flipped upside down and inside out. She had placed herself in a silent competition with Shannon trying to fuck this guy and that guy to prove a point until God sat her down with a baby she didn’t really want. She wanted to be a mother but if she could, she would’ve turned back the hands of time and made sure the father was the guy she was secretly in love with.

Unfortunately, she believed the father was Tutu based on the timeline but his family was RUTHLESS to her! They knew how the girls in Jackson liked to get loose trapping niggas for a welfare check. The families that played no games were meeting females at the door with the most outrageous methods of hazing. If you could withstand the fuckery, you might be worthy of being called family. Too many fell and the families only made it harder to trap a handsome man. Eboni wasn’t a trapper but she was loose and she tried being honest to Tutu. He understood and stepped up to the plate. He didn’t mind being the one to marry her and raise a child with her since the possibility of the child being his was indeed significantly higher than any other guy.

The day of the wedding, Eboni felt horrible. She figured it was cold feet but when she went to the bathroom she was bleeding causing her heart to shatter into a million pieces. Still in the first trimester, she knew her journey into motherhood was ending before her eyes and on her wedding day no less. Her true love came to her side and comforted her through the pains. He told her then that she should be honest with Tutu and they both could’ve been free of this forced marriage but Eboni was still in this silent competition with Shannon. If she backed out now, Shannon was going to swoop in and take everything that she was getting. Tutu had money from hustling in the streets but she never knew what his true hustle was. He covered his tracks and everybody else did too. Her true love held the position of being Tutu’s apprentice which is why their love had to remain a secret. The world was watching Eboni get the perfect life. She felt like she needed this win especially when she wasn’t getting the baby anymore.

She got up and pushed through the ceremony. Nobody could tell that inside she was broken and beyond repair but the glances her true love gave her put her at ease and made her believe she could try again with the right man and they would be a family in the end. Eboni really believed that Tutu would simply divorce her when he learned baby girl wasn’t his. Sure, she was honest about her love do another man but Tutu ended up giving her an ultimatum instead. The man had entered into a marriage with a woman that cried to him about her image and the baby being his just to play him to the left for his apprentice. Sure, they could get divorced but she wasn’t allowed to be with THAT man. Of course, she could continue pretending to be his wife until he had gotten with the one woman he believed to be the love of his life but Eboni wasn’t allowed to divorce him during that time or make him look bad in any way, no matter how long it took for him and Vicki to be together.

The man Eboni loved so much wasn’t going against Da Don Dada. What Tutu said was the bottom line. Everybody that really knew Tutu treated him like he was Denzel Washington in American Gangster and if the movie didn’t already exist, it would because he was that nigga through and through. Eboni didn’t know this side of Tutu until that moment at the dining room table when both Tutu and her love sat in front of her in agreement to the ultimatum given. Eve said it best, “Love is blind and it’ll take over your mind.”

After processing what Tutu said, Eboni figured one day soon he’d settle down. She knew nothing about Vicki and believed that since he was indeed fine as hell that he could have any woman in Mississippi if he so chooses. In full confidence, she gave him one counteroffer which was to make sure he supported her in medical school and that their marriage would have to be open for her to at least be with the guy without drama following them. Tutu had no issues with that. He paid for her schooling and made sure she became the OB/GYN she so badly wanted to be.

Embarrassing each other by sexing multiple people wasn’t the goal. Tutu was on a mission to get Victoria while Eboni played around with her so-called love. Tutu knew his apprentice was only around to take his spot. He knew the man didn’t truly want Eboni and still there were days she lied and snuck around simply to avoid the conversation of being careless and getting caught, however, Tutu had changed so much on this trip and as much as she wanted to believe it was because of Shannon, she knew better. He was more relaxed like the world wasn’t weighing him down. She could never get him to just woosah like he had recently been doing. The man had an anger out of this world and rightfully so. Years had passed and all Eboni wanted was peace and her man.

Eboni cared for Tutu and wanted him happy and was starting to think maybe she was wrong about Shannon. Maybe Shannon could help him open up and be fun. Tutu was the most boring guy she’d ever met. Yeah he was fine and could dance but the man had no real conversation. The most fun they had was with the kid or at the club when he was with his dance crew. Although she never asked, she believed he had no hopes or dreams to be somebody in life. He was content with his boring life. Some days she felt as though she was counting down the days of a prison sentence. Those were the days she couldn’t stand anything about Tutu! She plotted her divorce a million times and realized each time that Tutu had held up his end of the bargain with no issues. It took some time but she eventually accepted that she really did all of this to herself when she placed herself in a competition with Shannon.

Still, it baffled her to watch Shannon flirt with literally every guy here but Patrick. Oh Brandi was crazy and played no games about her husband of 14 years. Married at 21, joined the Air Force together, and will certainly take it there about each other. They were couple goals and the love was real. It was beautiful being around them because they made everybody believe in happily ever afters. Of course, everybody was also eagerly awaiting on them to have their first child, however, they were really content with the two fur babies that they had.

Nobody else seen this sudden change in Tutu because for them this was how he normally acted. Tutu was a straight up goofball. Always making jokes like he was the designated class clown. By far the smartest in the class, graduating with a 3.8 and a full scholarship to MSU. Two weeks after graduation is when he decided to start hustling. He did it out of anger towards his parents. Sure he was a goofball and mannish but he wasn’t about to do anything to go to jail. He didn’t want his deep rooted Christian parents looking at in a negative light until he learned that his father wasn’t his real father.

At first he wasn’t hurt. He figured the guy was just a deadbeat and here this man had stepped up to raise a child that he knew wasn’t his but the reality of it was that the man that helped make him wasn’t a deadbeat at all. He just didn’t know about the kid. The mother was too afraid to tell because of his status in the world. The price of fame was his death sentence and Tutu felt the need to follow his father’s footsteps hoping to learn about him more. The media only contained so much information about him. He wanted to understand the man’s life. Of course, with time Tutu understood why his father couldn’t know about him and he accepted his family. He simply needed time to process and his family gave him what he needed.

His only concern was if Vicki would truly accept him and his lifestyle. They locked eyes in the midst of game night as he hatched a plan to sneak her away from the group. She tried her best to ignore the intense emotions that developed from the way he was staring her down. Tutu and Vicki had been playing their own secret game of seduction filled with unseen touches and wicked promises of pleasure. It was only a matter of time before they were MIA for the night.

As Lacey turned to Alex, she asked, “What’s the strangest place you’ve ever had sex?!”

He smiled, “The Purity Retreat.”

Shannon chimed in, “With the church?!”

Alex nodded while Patrick laughed and said, “Wasn’t nothing pure about that retreat.”

Alex shrugged with a smile and said, “I regret nothing.”

When Shannon pulled the card, she turned to Vicki and asked, “What would you not want to find in your partner’s bedside drawer?”

She shook her head and said, “A double sided dildo.”

Shannon just burst out into laughter knowing exactly who Vicki was referring to while all the men stared in horror trying not to look at Mario as he replied, “Why in the hell would I have a double sided dildo bay?”

Vicki replied with no emotion, “Hell if I know. I’m just answering the question.”

Shannon decided to defend the image Mario had received as she said, “Y’all she’s talking about my cousin and his wife.”

A few ooohs escaped into the air but the vibe remained the same as they moved on to the next question. Shannon had started feeling the liquor a bit too much and begin flirting carelessly with Mario and Alex after Vicki claimed to be sick from the calamari and retired to her room. Tutu continued to entertain the group when Eboni approached him about going to the store to grab some last minute items for tomorrow’s activities. Of course, he eagerly sent her on her way knowing Vicki wasn’t really sick.

On his way to pretend to check on Vicki, he overheard Brandi say, “Girl, I don’t know. Tristian doesn’t play about his brother. You better be careful with that.”

He was relieved to hear the voice replying wasn’t Shannon or Vicki as they said, “I know but I’m literally just dating Hakeem. We’re not official or anything.”

Brandi continued, “I hear you babe but these guys aren’t your average guys. You can’t just hop from one to the other.”

Tutu continued on as if he didn’t hear a thing. Whatever Lacey, Hakeem, and Alex had going on wasn’t his problem. When he entered the game room, Vicki was nowhere to be found instead a folded up note and small flashlight sitting on the pool table. The note read, “When you camp out at night, you’re always prepared. It’s nice to have this in case you get scared.”

Tutu wasted no time making his way outside to search the woods for a campsite. He spotted some string tied to a tree with another folded note. Eagerly he went to the tree to read the note but it was blank. As he looked up, he noticed another tree with a string tied to it but no note so he followed the assumed breadcrumbs that his Gretel was leaving him. Five minutes later and he walked up on Vicki sitting on a red blanket wearing black and white lace baby doll lingerie. Surrounding her was a bucket of ice with wine and two glasses beside it. There was a covered bowl of fruit and a can of whipped cream in her hand.

It’s never been a moment where Tutu was speechless but this was had him completely zoned out. He kneeled down not caring about the wine or the fruit and begin to kiss her down. He paused to simply say, “You’re so fucking amazing!”

She smiled in response and placed her hands on his face pulling him closer to her. Her smile, her touch, her presence was all electrifying to Tutu. Their kisses instructed him to grip her thighs the instant their lips touched. He ripped her thongs off and begin to caress her wet box with his fingers. In and out. One finger. Two finger. The more she moaned, the more he fingered. His thumb wrestling her pearl simultaneously with his kisses leaving passion marks around her neck. Her nails digging deep into his arms from the moment his fingers begin stroking. The mission was to dominate her in ways he had only dreamed of.

He took his fingers out ready to taste her sweet nectar until she grabbed his hand and suckled both fingers with a smile only meant for trouble. His rock hard Mandingo pressed against her thigh causing her to wrap her legs around his waist ready for his next move. Tutu danced his tongue around her nipples gently biting each one. He suckled and kissed all over her body before placing her legs on his shoulders and meeting her elevated honey haven. After placing an ice cube between his lips and commenced to rubbing it across her pearl. She could feel him teasing her with his tongue at the same time. The mixture of coldness and warmth sent her into an enchanted frenzy in these woods.

Tutu continued to work his magic when Vicki uttered the words, “Oooooh fuuuuuuck!”

She had an orgasmic explosion in his mouth leaving him looking like the best glazed donut ever made. He crept back to his original position with her legs back around his waist up. While placing one hand around her neck and the other gripping her hair as he slowly entered her keeping his strokes steady. She could barely feel the tugs he gave her hair or the grip that lightly tightened around her neck. He was giving her mind blowing climaxes that echoed off of each other. She had never creamed so hard.

He stroked liked he was going half on a baby with her. Both of her legs made their way on shoulders once again, folding his future wife up like a pretzel. He sat up giving her a look that she knew was going to send her into a blissful insanity. His stroke sped up only slightly forcing her to swallow the words, ‘I love you.’

Taking each inch like a pro despite the position and loving every moment of it. She felt the coldness of the melting ice on her belly. He was caressing her breasts and keeping her entire body entertained. What she wouldn’t give to have this forever. Time had escaped them and they could hear Shannon’s drunken voice invading their out-of-body fantasy as she screamed out into the woods, “Viiiiicccccki!!! Girl you better not be out in these damn woods!”

They stared at each other smiling as Tutu never stopped stroking. He sat up and instructed her to get on all fours. He wasn’t letting that arch from hell get him this time. Gripping both sides of her hips he pounded into her with the only intention of making her know who the fuck he was. He bent over on top of her still pounding and started kissing her back. Vicki was stuck in a trance not knowing what to do. The moment he blasted off into her walls, he knew he was about to be a father in the upcoming months.

They took only a few seconds to gather their breath and get dressed to sneak back inside. Luckily for them it was only Shannon and Mario woke in the living room drinking and smoking. They tiptoed through the kitchen and went their separate ways from there. When he entered his room, Eboni still hadn’t made it back after hours of them both being gone. This only made Tutu’s night better, so he showered and went to sleep ready to tease the fuck out of Vicki in the morning during brunch.

Day 7 begins….

Star Dancer Cabin in Gatlinburg, TN

The Masquerade Ball ~ A Short Erotica

Dozens of people poured out to endure a night of anonymity and laughs while I walked around surveying the room watching others as they gravitated towards somebody they knew or wanted to get to know. It felt like I had st...