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I shrug, pouting my lips. “Sure, I do. It’s why I take on the couples I do. When you collide with love, it can reduce your most solid resolves, have you second-guessing yourself, and unwillingly make room for the other party’s views, opposing will, influence, lifestyles—”
One thing that has always struck me is how people love to remind others of not judging when it’s instinctive for human survival. We have to learn to ‘read’ people to be sure we’re attempting the best decision regarding them. We keenly evaluate new environments to decide if they’re safe. We wait on certain cues…keywords during the first few conversations with a man, to see if he’s being straight up. Some do the same with a crack-addicted relative before giving them money to see if they’re clean or not. We make judgments each day to survive, Lex, but one thing I can tell you is more often than
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And I knew the serenade. The Whispers’ “Chocolate Girl” was our song. He’d sing it through good times and bad, and especially when he was gaming my ass.
So why you keep letting him play with you?
I understood she was still new yet in her training, but that eruption was wholly inappropriate.
It you wanting to whoop her is okay?
coquette
loquacious.
cock,
‘At least I can tell my mother with pure honesty that Alexis made good on her lamb chops.’
Nigga fuck them lamb chops
cock
“Just focus on how much you’re pleasing me, your Dom, who wants to make you feel incredible, kitten. Focus on making me happy and your reward will surely come.”
See this his problem 🙄
“Years of practice, imagination, and finally incredible chemistry with my wife,” he rasped.
wtf! This nigga don’t ever answer a question straight up!
“If I’m going to do this with you, at least have the decency to be honest with me about what it means to you.”
“It’s one of those things that is hard to explain, but it has to do with your psychological makeup, your mental flexibility, temperament, and pain threshold. It pains me to acknowledge this, but you can withstand a high dosage of pain, Alexis. You thrive in a certain manner when your body is under duress. It can actually be therapeutic for you”—Just
cock
Have you ever orgasmed in public without a soul knowing?” I sucked in my bottom lip as I shook my head no. “You can and will. I will give them to you if you remember the rules I give you down here.” He grabbed me at the ass. “Do you understand, kitten?”
cock
She was breathtaking.
virtuousness
“Beloved, no matter how avant-garde our path, we are very much legitimate. You belong to me now and are mine to care for and push toward your goals and endeavors.
For I know the plans I have for you. Plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.
Redeeming Souls for Abundant Living in Christ,
It was Sister Marva Graham, a longstanding member of Redeeming Souls, also known as my father’s mistress.
“I’m sure my mother, being the First Lady at RSfALC, would be more appreciative of that retirement as she’s been at my father’s side, laboring those two decades as First Lady, wouldn’t you agree, Sister Graham?”
“Oh, no. Pastor Carmichael here didn’t marry my Precious.” She made a pouty face. “No. His wife isn’t of our…fold. I’m sure that’s where my Precious would have to continue with the intimate bond these two have formed over the years,” she announced cheerily as she rubbed my back with maternal care.
Nah Ezra needs to check this chick NOWWWWW
“Yes, and please do not ask me to itemize the distasteful events to paint the picture of your unholy lifestyle over the years with a married man, whom is also a leader of a holy religious organization. What you two do is out of my control to a large degree. What my mother has allowed is even more beyond my influence; however, when it comes to me, we need to make few things clear. I am not your son”—she gasped—“neither am I so much as family to you outside the body of Christ. I do not, nor will I ever, have a relationship with your daughter other than being her religious leader at Redeeming
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👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾 ABOUT TIME!!!!!
Christ… This can’t be normal. My body responded to this woman like no one else before her. She was slowly becoming my addiction. My new and sole succor. My reprieve. Just the mere scent of her loosened tautness in my extremities.
I definitely caught that. She had no idea what Ezra had been pumping into me… Or maybe she did. Could she sense the way he had my wrists tied in purple bondage tape while I kneeled on the carpet and pounded into my mouth before he ate then fucked me into oblivion? Was she able to detect how my freakish husband bestowed more orgasms than I’d ever had in the course of two hours after we enjoyed a quiet candlelit dinner together? Had she picked up that each time I allowed Ezra to take me in some of the most barbaric ways, I’d oddly feel more empowered and feminine?
cock
cock,
“It is not strange that I want to tend to your every need, beloved. Even if I don’t meet it each time, at least you know I am willing and capable. A part of my care is washing your hair. You have to get used to that. Now let’s go.” He slapped my ass. Hard.
“So chocolate women is his thing, huhn.” Ny stated rather than asked.
Yooo this bitch 😡😡
“Is it tomorrow afternoon already?” I tested, sarcasm laced in my tone.
He couldn’t stay away
I didn’t like Ezra washing my hair. It was too…intimate, and he didn’t want the type of closeness that mere act conjured in my mind.
“The room would’ve been stale. And besides, I have a bedroom here at home that is far more inviting than it ever has been.” His head shook back and forth briefly, seemingly to clear itself. “Why don’t you believe you’re mine, Alexis?”
“Because there’s significance in climaxing. There’s a power exchange, particularly for women. A woman, typically, has to be totally relaxed with you to give in to an orgasm. She has to have a level of confidence, either in her own sexuality or yours, to let go.”
Orgasms make you vulnerable. When you’re coming, you’re releasing, not only because of me, but for me. For those brief and blissful moments, you’re giving me full submission of your most exposed self.”
“Mine!” he groaned.
My back arched into him even more at that declaration. And I was helpless to argue against his claim.
“Beloved, please hurry. I’d like to fall asleep with you in my arms.” He shifted to move. “Maybe you’ll wake up in the same position,” he teased before leaving the bathroom.
Ezra howled a new octave, springing a cry I’d never heard from him until now.
“Well, Ms. Grier,” he pronounced mockingly
“Ms. Grier,” there was that inflection of disgust at my name.
when you learn your opponent, you can accurately predict their next move.
I was no punk, not even in Ezra’s world.
When I saw Nyree’s name, a blanket of comfort came over me.
Why Lex, be smart girl, she is not your friend
“Wherever your address is will always be my home.”
“However, this is yours more than mine, Alexis. If we decided to dissolve this marriage today, I will walk away homeless. It is all yours.”
“You chose to focus on the tyrant in front of you and failed to consider he was the same man who lost himself to you just hours earlier. The man who stripped himself of all the self-assured armor, and showed you how you render him undone with your essence that goes far beyond what’s between your legs. It’s that heart you spoke of back there in the Grace Room. It’s the tenacity you bring to whatever passion you’re feeding. It’s all of those things that make you an adequate partner here, with me, in our home.”
Ezra put aside his chauvinistic ways and created an opportunity for me, and made sure I had a hand in it. No, he didn’t vow to change his controlling ways, but he’d just consented to allowing me to be me. He made room for my Harlem Pride. How could I acknowledge this…possibly thank him?
predilection
