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www.BleuKashmere.comBLEU KASHMEREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02527187723592327216noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2501374510923987504.post-80714948147453169942012-01-19T13:12:00.001-05:002012-01-19T13:15:35.052-05:00Cafe Yur Wey<p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><strong><span ><i>Everyday I pass this little coffee shop on my way home......I always snickered at the name of it, Cafe Yur Wey...what is that?! I do what always do, walk pass and go straight home. </i></span></strong></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "> </p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><strong><span ><i><br /></i></span></strong></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><strong><span ><i>Three Weeks Passed....</i></span></strong></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "> </p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><strong><span ><i><br /></i></span></strong></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><strong><span ><i>I'm in my office and I here two of my case workers talk about the good time they had at Cafe Yur Wey, they didn't get into too much detail but from the way they were carrying on you would've thought they served dick on a platter with all types of fruits and umbrella drinks. The laughter and the hype made me curious to find out what that place was all about, hmmm....I think I'm going to make a stop and be a little nosey.</i></span></strong></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "> </p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><strong><span ><i>It's 8:00pm and I'm filing my last folder for the night, hubby and kids are ordering out...which is perfect. I grabbed my jacket & bag, locked my office and headed towards the elevator. I'm anxious to get to the cafe and it seems as if the elevator is taking too damn long to reach the lobby. Ding, the elevator bell rings and I rush out of the elevator and walk fast to the cafe. </i></span></strong></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "> </p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><strong><span ><i><br /></i></span></strong></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><strong><span ><i>What is wrong with me? I ask myself....the thought of something mysterious had my mind racing! </i></span></strong></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "> </p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><strong><span ><i>I finally reach the cafe and I proceed to go in....................... OMG, I don't believe my eyes! Who on earth would've thought this place would be so beautiful and relaxed inside. I feel like I just walk into another universe. </i></span></strong></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "> </p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><strong><span ><i>The walls are a soft earthy tone of green, the lights are at a soft setting. Each table has navy blue table clothes on the with matching napkins to match. The coffee cups are green with blue circles designed on it. The sofa's were navy blue with green pillows on it. The whole place was warm and calm. </i></span></strong></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "> </p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><strong><span ><i><br /></i></span></strong></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><strong><span ><i>I sat down on the sofa and being to make myself comfortable. A young lady walks over and says..."Welcome to Cafe Yur Wey, how may I help you today"? I replied....hello this my first time here and I don't know what to order, do you have a menu? she giggled and said...Oh we have plenty of menus for virgins. she handed me a menu and said "Take all the time you need". Virgin! My cherry was busted a long time ago, do she not see this rock on my finger especially the married hand. Anywhoo....I opened the menu and I was like what kind of place is this! </i></span></strong></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "> </p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><strong><span ><i><br /></i></span></strong></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><strong><span ><i>T</i></span></strong><strong><span ><i>he menu didn't state with it was food or drinks it just said.... Calm Chocolate, Sexy Swirl, Best OF Both Worlds, Spanish Fly, Mandingo, Beef Thief, and lastly....Snowman. What in the world is going on? I felt a little daring so I waved my hand to get the waitress attention, she came over and said "What do you desire"? I replied....let me try Calm Chocolate. "Perfect choice for a virgin" she replied. You're order will be out in a minute.</i></span></strong></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "> </p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><strong><span ><i>I took off my jacket, and laid on my bag.....the smooth sound of Jill Scott coming surrounding the cafe. As I placed my eyes back in front of me, I see this tall, dark man walking up to me wearing a white shirt and black pants. </i></span></strong></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "> </p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><strong><span ><i>Hello and welcome to Cafe Yur Wey.....how are you today? He asked. I'm fine, just a little tired but it's cool. That's good. He sits next to me and we started talking about all kinds of stuff, we did eat food finally and had a few drinks. Before you knew it was after 11pm.....Oh shit it's time for me to go! I said....he looked kinda surprised but laughed and said..." It's cool, did you have a good time at least"? Oh you made my night, this place is the bomb! But if you don't mind, explain to me what this place is all about. "Of course, do you have a few minutes to spare"? Sure go ahead...explain.</i></span></strong></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "> </p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><strong><span ><i>Cafe Yur Wey is a place where women or men can come and have a good time, now what makes us this different than the rest of the cafes, you customize your order the way you want it. The waitress gave you a menu of choices, those choices are men. If you want to add something different that's when you ask for a special request. But in your case your chose Calm Chocolate, and I know that's different from your husband. Women always something the opposite of their spouse or significant other. When you come here, you get what you desire at that time. Did I answer your question? Oh you sure did! Well it's time for me to go, where do I pay? Oh don't worry about it this is on me, I know we will see each other again. Oh really, you're confident aren't you? Yes, yes I am....well you have a good night and get home safely. I sure will and I will see you soon.</i></span></strong></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "> </p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><strong><span ><i><br /></i></span></strong></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><strong><span ><i>I rushed out of the cafe and floated down the street, I felt like I was walking on air! Maybe I should treat myself every once in a while. Cafe Yur Wey is actually Cafe Your Way. Now that's some slick shit right there. I must call my bff and tell her about this.</i></span></strong></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "> </p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><strong><span ><i>To be continued......................................</i></span></strong></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "> </p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span ><b><i><br /></i></b></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "> </p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><strong><span ><i>This story is copy written by the owner B.Kashmere</i></span></strong></p>BLEU KASHMEREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02527187723592327216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2501374510923987504.post-76690077276950093792009-02-10T07:57:00.000-05:002009-02-10T07:58:36.516-05:00XANCHIA'S REVENGEWhat kind of fool does he think I am? I’m tired of being his stepping stool; I got something for his ass! The thought of packing his clothes and throwing him out was too easy, I want him to pay for all he put me through!<br /><br />Antoine and I were young and madly in love with each other when we wed on July 10, 1995. We supported each other careers. Antoine works for a law firm in Manhattan, his friends were wealthy and he was well compensated. I work as a surgeon in Queens Hospital, I know my job all too well and I’m damn good at it. God gave me these hands to save other people, but I can also take away a life if I wanted to.<br /><br />My husband and I have three handsome boys, Antoine Jr. 14, Tahji 12, and Kayne 10. I love them so much. I can honestly say that I have some well behaved boys. Their on the honor roll at school, Antoine is on the basket ball team, Tahji is on the soccer team, and Kayne is taking writing classes on Saturday’s. I make sure I schedule all surgeries Monday- Friday from 9:00 am-7:00pm; I need to be home to help my kids with homework and tuck them into bed. My weekends are dedicated to my family. Antoine use to feel the same way, but I noticed he’s become more distant. He goes away on business trips almost every month and he stays at his job until midnight. This has never happened before, something is not right and I’m going to get to the bottom of this once and for all.<br /><br />Saturday Morning<br /><br />I woke up early and got the kids ready for our long day. I checked my cell phone to see if I had any calls, but there weren’t any. He’s really getting bold with his shit! I already know it’s another woman; I just want to confirm it. I spoke to his mother about his behavior and that was like talking to a brick wall. While the children were getting dressed, I turned my computer on and log into a website called Private Chic. It’s owned by a female private investigator and what I read from the other ladies, she’s really good. It took me a minute to decide if I wanted to hire this private chic, while I was thinking about it I chose my package and paid for my services. I picked the most expensive package that money can buy. I’m not worried about money, I have enough put away for rainy days and my husband’s life insurance is worth two million dollars. I have no need to sweat money.<br /><br />After everything was done, I turned my computer off and took my children to their games and classes. Since Kayne was the last kid I dropped off, I went to Dunkin donuts that was across the street from his class. While I’m sitting there I get a call from Private Chic Inc. It was a recording telling me what information I needed to email her, which wasn’t a hassle because I did everything from my HTC Touch phone. I didn’t want to waste any time, it was my turn to seek revenge.<br /><br />I don’t understand why women have to get all crazy and lose sleep just because their significant other is having an affair, use the anger and do something about it. No man is invincible, he can be touched. In my case he will be touched! I don’t believe in telling family members or friends my problem. I tried that with his mother and it didn’t help, so now I have to take matters into my own hands. By the end of the day I will know what he’s been up to.<br /><br />Saturday Evening<br /><br />Today was a long day but the kids had a ball. Antoine is missing out on all of his kid’s games, classes and activities. I hope whatever he’s doing is worth losing his family or his life over. He has no idea what he got coming to him. I shake off the thought of Antoine and focus on cooking dinner. My kids love when I make my homemade macaroni and cheese with fried chicken. I top it off with some ice tea and for dessert; I fix them a nice cup of vanilla ice cream. We sat at the table and talked about their day for awhile. My kids are something else, they had me cracking up.<br /><br />It was about that time for the kids to get ready for bed. “Ok guys let’s get those dishes in the sink and get ready for bed.” “Mom what are you going to do for the rest of the night?” asked Tahji. “I’m going to watch a movie and play games on the computer.” “Where’s daddy?” asked A.J. “He’s on a business trip, he’ll be home soon.” “He’s never home anymore.” “Well don’t worry yourself, he’ll be here.” Listening to my boys ask for their father and I had to lie to them made me so mad. I waited for the kids to go in their room and I called him. Of course it goes straight to voice mail, so I left a nice little message. “Hey babe, I haven’t heard from you. Where are you? What’s going on? Call me when you get this message.” I could care less what he’s doing and I know he’s not calling me back, but its fine.<br /><br />I cleaned up my kitchen and went in my room. I log into my yahoo account and checked my email. I received an email from the investigator with details about my husband. I received a 24 page report, everything was in details. I began to print all 24 pages.<br /><br />I found out that he has an apartment in near Central Park. He has a girlfriend that has two daughters by him. He has three off shore accounts that totals $400,000; he has a second job working as a stock broker on Wall Street. He has three bank accounts here that totals $1 million dollars, he inherited $6 million dollars from his father and that money was put in an account for the kids. As I read on my blood began to boil and my eyes filled with tears of rage. The strange thing is I didn’t feel hurt and my heart wasn’t broken, I was just filled with anger. At least he had sense to give the kids his inheritance money. When I read the last page she attached a note asking me what I wanted to do. I left the papers on my bed and went back to my computer; I sent her an email saying to proceed on. She knew just what to do.<br /><br />Three Days Later<br /><br />I called the police and filed a missing person report. I gave the police all of his information and I made sure I sounded as if I was upset, deep inside I was overwhelmed with joy.<br /><br />On the fourth night I got a call from the police station, Office Wise asked me to come down to identify some pictures. I called his mother and told what was going on; she insisted that I bring her grandchildren over to her house. I dropped them off and headed to the police station. I parked the car and went inside.<br />I walked up to the front desk and asked for Office Wise. I was then told to have a seat and wait for him. I sat there for at least five minutes. I see this fine ass Officer walking over to me, “Hello Mrs. Ming, I’m Officer Wise. I’m sorry to have you come down so late but I need you to identify some pictures.” “It’s ok; I’m just a little out of it.” We walked to the back of the police station, he pointed to some pictures on the desk. I walked over to the desk and looked at the pictures. “Yes officer, this is him, where was he?” “He was floating in the Hudson River, from the looks of it he had to be in the water for two days. We ran a check on your husband and we found out some disturbing things about him.” “What is it?” “It’s all here in the report.” He handed me a background report, I already knew what he found out but I had to act surprised. “We were married for 14 years and I never knew about any of this stuff, are you sure this is his background?” I asked in a confused voice. “Yes, Mrs. Ming, his fingerprints and dental records came back as Antoine Ming.” I sat there in silence for a minute; during that minute I was happy and relieved that my husband was dead.<br /><br />A Year Later<br /><br />My boys took their father’s death very hard, I had to get counseling for them. My mother in-law died from a heart attack. I inherited all of my husband’s money, the off shore accounts belong to me, my children inherited $8 million dollars from their grandmother and the money she left for her son was now mine, all the businesses were mine (which I sold). I thought it would be good to get the kids away from all this sadness that occur. I resigned from my job and moved to London. I bought a mansion, my children goes to the best school I find. It seems as if they’re adjusting to this new way a life pretty well.<br /><br />As for me, I’m doing just fine. I opened a few businesses here; I have a few vacation homes in Brazil and Hawaii. I’m living the glamorous life thanks to Private Chic Inc.BLEU KASHMEREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02527187723592327216noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2501374510923987504.post-62354114580852484602009-01-25T14:23:00.003-05:002009-01-25T14:27:17.798-05:00THROOP & MARCUS GARVEY (CHAPTER 2)<div align="justify">Years later we moved to Gates Ave, right down the block from my granny. During that time I had one brother and three sisters. We lived in the worst building on The Ave. The only good thing about it was that we lived right across the street from C Town. Our building was horrible. There were so many 40oz bottles and cigar guts all over the place. The elevator smelled like shit and it had the nerve to shake while riding in it.<br /></div><div align="justify">I was always afraid of elevators, the only time I would take an elevator was when I saw another person get. I was happy to leave Hancock Street, the apartment was too small for us, and the friends that I once was tight with had started to act a little funny.<br />It took us about a week to get settled, I enjoyed our new apartment. I was in heaven. I had to share a room with my sisters, but I didn't mind because they didn't bother me. My brother had his own room of course, he would get anything he wanted and I always had to wait for things. My mom and I barely talked to each other, it seems as of she didn't care about me anymore.<br /></div><div align="justify">As time passed, the only thing I was allowed to do was go to school and do my chores; there was no more hanging out with my friends. I had to stay in the house all the time.<br />Her phobia was getting the best of her. The phobia she had was me becoming like her and going through the shit she went through as a teenager. She told me many times that she would die and go to hell with gasoline panties .. she let me end up like her! She was passionate about me becoming a young lady, getting an education, and a high paying job, so I can take care of myself. I understood why she felt that way so I respected that, but she would go overboard with the things she did. Mommy dearest had me doing some things that a normal teenager would fight with their parents about. This really took away from my teenage life.<br /></div><div align="justify">I was doing the grocery shopping, laundry, cooking meals for the family, taking my siblings to school, make sure she took her medication, house work and so on. I felt like a slave. It got so bad, I couldn't have friends, I also had to get off the cheerleading team and go straight home.<br />She started treating me bad. If things didn't go her way or a male friend got on her bad side, she'd take it out on me. The beatings she gave me were so bad, I had marks on my face and arms; and I was called all kinds of bitches and whores! It got to the point where she would do and say things to hurt me. Living like that was very disturbing and I couldn't wait to get out of her house.<br /></div><div align="justify">I made a promise to myself that when I grew up and start having children, I would never treat them the way I was treated! Whatever problems I had they would not become my children problems.<br />Years passed and I'm now in the 10th grade. I had run away from home several times and lived with a family member that was off the hook, so I came back home and faced more of the storm. I discovered that she was dating this young guy who lived across the hall who use to be a crack head; I never understood her choice of men. None of our fathers were worth anything anyway. They would stay around until she got pregnant and before you know it they're gone with the wind. What type of shit is that? That's not being a man! I would call that Bitchassness!<br /></div><div align="justify">I couldn't stand her young fool! He was always being nosey! I ignored him most of the time. I notice things had changed around the house. My siblings were starting to act out and the house was always dirty. I knew I wasn't going crazy, because my mom and I kept this house clean from top to bottom. She always kept the freezer and cabinets packed! This mother fucker came along and she went down hill! I didn't know why she would get involved with a man like that; she could've done so much better!<br /></div><div align="justify">My mom always felt she needed a man to love her; the love from her kids wasn't enough. The things she use to do and say were unbelievable at times. I truly believe she was a woman suffering from bipolar.<br />Since I've been home all I heard was my mother and her boyfriend fighting like cats and dogs. I asked my brother if this went on all the time and he told me yes. I knew I had to do something, so I called my mothers old boyfriend (Panama) and told him the situation. (He was always in love with her and he treated me like his daughter. He wanted to adopt me as his daughter but my mama said no!)<br /></div><div align="justify">He told me not to worry and that he would come soon. I didn't tell my mother anything; I wanted to surprise that young fucker! Twenty minutes later Panama was on the bell. I immediately buzzed him in. I propped the door open so he would have easy access to get in. I ran in my brother room and told him to go in my room with his sisters and he did what I ask him to do. I sat down in the living room and waited for him to come in. It took him no time to get upstairs. He came through the door very quietly and I pointed to her room. He had his brother with him.<br /></div><div align="justify">He came and sat next to me and said "Que pasa sobrina?" I replied "Mi Madre is loco! (My Spanish wasn't all that great.) She keep getting hooked up with these no good men. I wish she was still with Panama. I miss him so much Tio!" "I know you do, maybe it wasn't meant for them to last. You also have to understand that you're mother is a hard lady to get along with, don't get me wrong I love her like a hermana, she just have too many issues. After we handle this situation and you still have problems with this bastard, call me anytime! I don't care how early or late it is, you better pick up the phone and call me! Comprende sobrina?" "Si tio." I replied. (My uncle had a cute little Spanglish accent.)<br /></div><div align="justify">As we're sitting there talking and catching up on old times, I hear my mom screaming at the top of her lungs. "What are you doing here Panama?" "I'm here because Sukanya called me crying about this bitch ass hitting on you! Rosey what the fuck is your problem!" "I don't have a problem! You're the one with the problem!" "I tell you this Rosey, this bastard is leaving and he better not come back in this house; because if he does he will be in somebody's fucking garbage in a body bag! Am I making myself fucking clear?' Of course the fucker had to play hard and say. "Yo who da fuck you think you is coming up in here man! You don't fucking know me! I'll beat your ass right now mother fucker!" The stupid ass fucker swung at Panama and missed. Panama swung and hit him right in the face. He gave him a Brooklyn beat down! I was so fucking happy he got fucked up! Ramón (Tio) came down the hall and grabbed Panama and said "Stop it! You made your point!" Ole boy got up from the floor and looked at my mom and said "It's over, fuck you!" My mom replied "Fuck you too bitch, that's why you got your ass beat mother fucker!" He left the house with a fucked up face and a sore body. I was so glad that he got his ass beat.<br /></div><div align="justify">I went in the room to tell my siblings that the madness is over, but they were sleep so I just left them alone. My mom and Panama were talking in the kitchen and mi tio was on the couch sleep. I guess after all the confusion he was tired as hell. I asked Panama and my mom were they getting back together and in harmony they said "No." and laughed at the same time. My mom always seems to be happy when he was around, but I guess her issues will always be in the way of them being together. They both went in the room and the music came on. (I knew what was about to happen.)<br /></div><div align="justify">I woke up my uncle and asked him to tell me the story about my mom and Panama. He looked at me in confusion and said "You really don't know what went on?" I answered "No I don't! That's why I want you to tell me, and I want the truth!" "Adonde tu mama? "She's in the room with Panama." "Okay here's the deal. I know who your father is, he's my brother. Your mom met him at a bar on Dekalb Avenue many years ago. Rosey was hanging out with Nilcia (their sister) at the time. Your mother had men losing their mind over her, because she was beautiful and had a bad shape! She always kept her hair nice and she dressed very well. Panama would stare at her.<br />One day he called Nilcia over to him and told her to introduce Rosey to him. So Nilcia did what he asked her to do. Ever since that night they were inseparable! He took care of Rosey and she made my brother happy as well, but problems started to occur when you were born. Rosey was already pregnant by your father by this time. She lied to her mother about who the father was.<br />When your grandma found out that he was Panamanian, she forbid him to come around, and she threaten Rosey that she would send him to jail if he didn't stay away from her. Because your mom loved him so much, she would not come over to the house as much, she had to sneak and bring you to Nilcia so she can see you.<br /></div><div align="justify">We went through a lot of problems with your American grandma! She was a very ignorant woman!" "So what happened with my father? I don't care about the fight with the family! I just want to know about my dad and how Panama got with my mom." "Your father left to go back to Darien to visit some relatives; he decided to stay there for awhile. (Darien is in Panama)<br />Time goes by and we lost contact with your mother for years. All the numbers we had to contact her were all changed. So there was nothing for us to do at that point. My mother was very sad because she wanted to take you to Panama and let you meet your father and other family members.<br /></div><div align="justify">One day I went to St. Johns hospital to get some money from Panama. I see him talking to this familiar lady and it turns to be your mom. I was happy to see her and to know she was ok. She looked at me with a surprise look and gave me a big hug. I was wondering why she was chatting with Panama, so I asked. Panama explained to me that they were dating and that he knows about your father and her. I thought it was kind of awkward, but if he didn't care why should I? My whole family was pissed with your mother and father, because they didn't fight hard enough to be together.<br /></div><div align="justify">Anyway your dad had started another family in Darién. When he heard the news about Panama and Rosey, he hit the roof! He came up here so fast! Panama and your father had a big fight that left their brotherly relationship into pieces! Your father was hurt that your mom would do that with his brother." "Wow I didn't know that story all she told me was that my dad had left her for another woman in colon. She never told me that Panama was my dad's brother. Now I see why Panama took care of me like his daughter." "Si sobrina, he loves very much!, He would do anything for you. Let me ask you this sobrina, do you how you got your name?" "No I don't tio." "Your father named you after our father's mother, her name was Sukanya and your middle name comes from our mother Analynn. So that's why your name is Sukanya Analynn Cruz. My mother adores you and can't wait to see you again. Do you remember your abuela? "I remember her a little bit. I would love to see my family again. Maybe we can set up something for the holidays. I can come around Christmas, if it's okay with them." "Don't be silly of you can come, everyone will be happy to see you again." Just when I was about to say something else the door opens and they come out laughing and acting silly. I guess they had to let off some serious stress! I feel a lot better knowing the truth behind the madness. She could have told me the truth; she didn't have to lie to me.<br /></div><div align="justify">Panama walked over and gave me a hug and told me to call him anytime. I didn't want him to leave, but I knew he couldn't stay. I gave Ramón a hug and he winked at me, I knew what he meant by that. I know my mother didn't want Panama to leave but she made no effort to stop him. I was mad with my mom because she could tell me the truth instead lying about it.<br />Six months had passed and the relationship my mom and I once had was starting to develop again. I knew she was seeing Panama off and on again and she let me contact my father's family. </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">Everyone was so glad to hear from me. I was glad to hear from them as well. I love talking to Ramón, because his accent makes me laugh.<br />I noticed my mom started to get thin and she would throw up every morning. But this particular day was different. I ran in the bathroom and she was bent over the toilet throwing up, this was going on for awhile.<br /></div><div align="justify">Finally she stopped throwing up! I was getting scared. I took the kids to school and came back to get dressed. She was sitting on the couch drinking tea and watching television. I walked over to her and asked if she was ok. She patted the chair and said "I want to have a talk with you." I did what she asked me to do. "What's wrong mama?" I asked her. "Oh child I just want to talk to yah about some things. I just found out that I'm pregnant again and I decided not to have the baby. I'm going to the doctor to get checked out and schedule an appointment for an abortion.<br />If anything should happen to me make sure you look after your sisters and brother and finish school. Don't end up like me with nothing! Get all you can out of life. I know we had a rough road and I do love you very much. Nobody in my family is going to love and care for you like I do. As for your grandma, she would only be in it for the money. I don't know if I would be comfortable leaving my kids in her care. I just want you to know that I love you and always make wise choices. I never had a bond with my mother or with my grandmother. I look to men for love when I didn't get it from home. I had to learn about life on my own. I'm having this talk with you to let you know that I was hard on you to make you strong and independent; I don't want you to depend on anyone! When you start to date, always choose your men wisely, don't jump into a relationship until you know everything about the man you are dating. I hope you take in what I just said to you. Well I said all that I'm going to say, now you get ready for school and don't worry about me I'll be fine."<br /></div><div align="justify">I felt strange listening to her talk like this, but what can I do but listen to her. I gave her a kiss and said "Aw mom you'll be fine, a strong woman like you have nothing to worry about." She replied "I'm not worried about myself; God is gonna take care me! I'm worried about you, this world is crazy and if you're not strong, you're gonna head down the wrong road and I don't want that for my kids! Always remember that a stranger will treat you better than your own damn family! Families are blood suckers; they will suck all the blood from yah and leave you to die! Family will use and abuse you. When you get to the point when you feel down and out and life have no meaning to you anymore, just talk to God and he will see you through the storm and bring you out in the sunshine."<br />Her words touched me dearly, because I knew she was trying to give me a hint about something. I just couldn't put my finger on what it was.<br /></div><div align="justify">I went in my room and got myself together for school. The whole time I'm starting to feel uneasy. I tried to shake the feeling but it wouldn't go away. I walk out my room and into the living room and my grandma Bea was there. "Hey granny, how are yah?" "I'm fine Susie. Don't be late for school now." She said. "I wont I'm leaving now." I waved to my mom and headed out the door. I ran down the stairs and already niggas were in the staircase smoking weed. Damn don't they fucking go to school I thought to myself. I brushed passed them and continued down to the first floor. I saw the B52 in front of C town, I ran quickly to catch the bus. Making it to first period was out of the question, but I got there just in time for second period class.</div>BLEU KASHMEREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02527187723592327216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2501374510923987504.post-81196900963529283902009-01-25T14:12:00.000-05:002009-01-25T14:13:40.842-05:00THROOP & MARCUS GARVEY (CHAPTER 1)Growing up in Brooklyn around the late 80's was a time I would never forget. I enjoyed those days; I wish I could go back. I had a good life, my mother made sure that I had the best of everything. I was the luckiest kid in the world. I remember when my mom use to take me to work with her, all I had to do was sit on the sofa and watch cartoons while she cleaned houses. (White folks houses of course) I really had it good.<br /><br />I was the only child at the time and she didn't mind taking me with her all over. It was better than staying with some of my relatives, anyway. Even though my mother worked she was still getting benefits for herself (Because of her epilepsy) and welfare. The money she made on the side was just some pocket change to get her through the weeks when there was no money coming in. I didn't grow up around my father, I wasn't missing much anyway. I did get curious at times and asked my mother about him, and all she would do is cry and say, "He's long gone, thanks to your great grandmother. I hope when you become an adult you would look for him." I wasn't concerned about looking for him, if he wanted me he'd have to look for me. I hated to see her so upset and I never asked about him again.<br /><br />I had a lot of fun with my mother, until she started getting involved with half ass men and having more babies. Oh why did she have to go and have more babies! The love she had for me disappeared. Because of her pregnancy she couldn't work any longer. I watched her change from sweet to bitter. I guess she was upset that her child's father had stopped coming around once he found out she was pregnant. The days of going to the park had stopped; all we did was go to granny's house on the weekends. That was something I looked forward to doing.<br />My granny lived on Gates Avenue. "Bed-Stuy Do or Die!" as they say. Gates Ave was the place everybody would hang out on. (Just to make things clear, Gates Ave goes a long way up and down so I have to be specific about the blocks.) Everything was poppin on the Sumner (which is now called Marcus Garvey) and Throop side of things.<br /><br />So many fights and shoot outs were going on; you had family fighting with other families. There was so much exciting shit happening and everyone knew my mother Miss Rosey. When I went outside I made sure I didn't get into any mischief, because if I did, someone would tell my mom and she would beat my ass right on the spot! So to keep from being embarrassed, I just behaved while my friends acted up outside.<br /><br />Getting back to The Ave; the people are so damn ghetto. They would sit in the parking lot, drink and barbeque. You'd see everyone sitting out in front of the building like they were at the beach. But the ones that really were a hot fucking mess were the ghetto fabulous bitches and the hood rich niggas; they were the spotlight of the drama.<br /><br />Ghetto Fabulous Bitches: These are the chicks that collect welfare and have kids by drug dealers. They depend on welfare to support their family. Some of these chicks have Section 8, so their rent is covered. The kids walk around looking like shit while their mothers strut up and down with gold and the finest clothes. Their apartments become a place for their drug dealing men to come and set up shop. These are the chic's that would do anything for money or a bag of weed. Some would do anything for a bag of potato chips.<br /><br />Hood Rich Niggas: These are the guys that sell drugs or pimp chic's to fatten their pockets. They drive expensive cars and live with their mama. They have kids all over and won't take care of them. Some of these jerks have the nerve to walk around with the most expensive shit on and a pocket full of cheddar and can't read a fucking book, but they know how to count that money.<br />In the summer shit got so crazy. The crack heads lurk around trying to steal stuff from stores or people's apartments. The corners are packed with drug dealers laughing and cursing while holding on to their nuts. The chics dance nasty to the music blasting from the cars. On the block the kids run around acting crazy. The teenage boys play skully and the girls are jump double dutch.<br /><br />Inside the staircases were the nasty ghetto hoes in training, giving blows jobs on one floor and the crack heads were smoking crack on another floor. My mother didn't like me hanging out in the building, even though I was well known she didn't trust anybody. I've seen so much shit that I could tell camp fire stories for a life time. Most of my friends were from Gates Ave, I didn't have too many on the block where we lived on. The only real friend I had on Hancock Street (where I lived) was Davina; my mother was good friends with her mom. In fact she was my mother's hair dresser. When I wasn't with Davina I was on Gates Ave with my other friends running around or skating around the block.<br /><br />Gates Ave was famous for the block parties. I couldn't wait until it was time to get it on. The main blocks always had them together. So many events would be going on but my favorites were the dance competition and the regular dances. Groups would come in their best outfits and dance. The guys always did the break dancing and flipping tricks. Everybody had their grills out cooking and having a great time. The DJ had these monster speakers playing all the slamming hits. I remember the dances we use to do, one was called the smurf, that's when roll your shoulders and step in and out and you can also put your flava in it. The other dance was the wop, Oh my God, that had everybody going crazy in the street. No matter what dance we were doing we always added a little more flava to it! There were no block parties like Gates Ave back in the day!<br /><br />Damn the 80's were crazy, but I had a beautiful life as a kid and my mom was cool in her own way. Those were the good ole days.BLEU KASHMEREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02527187723592327216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2501374510923987504.post-19108436456025278992008-08-28T05:26:00.000-04:002008-08-28T05:30:27.909-04:00Fuck Buddy<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em><strong>Leon and I have been friends for 10 years we work at the same job, and we talk about everything.We also do special favors for each other, like when I need a good fuck, I call him to satisfy my needs; damn He does a good job!We are both single and are not ready to be in a relationship at the moment. He always tells me how sexy I am and the way I speak Spanish to him while we're fucking drives him crazy.One night it was raining and I couldn't sleep, so I called Leon to see if he would come and please me like he always does. The phone rings about three times and he finally answers. "Hey girl what's up?" "Nothing much! I just couldn't sleep." "I know what you want! I'll be down stairs in a minute." That's my boy! He knows what I need and is ready to give it to me.</strong></em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em><strong>The bell rings and I go and open the door. He has on his lounge pants and no shirt on. His body is nice and tight! That made me wet! He goes straight in the bedroom and I follow behind him.I lay down and he laid over me the opposite way (69). As he licks my pussy I deep throat his dick. </strong></em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em><strong></strong></em></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em><strong>He has a thick dick! I took it all in and taste so good! I was really enjoying myself. The feeling became so intense. I shouted "Aye Dios Mio!" I came so hard that my chest started to hurt. I continued to suck his dick and shortly after me, his cum filled my mouth. It's so sweet and swallowed it all.He flipped me over and started fucking me doggy style. Papi got a fat dick with a huge head. The tip of his dick swells up every time we fuck. I love it when he goes deep. Again, I get loud."Rapido papi!" Chulo had it going on! We both reached our climax. We were so loud that I thought the neighbors had heard us.But I didn't care! I was getting my fuck on! We talked for a while about work and who's fucking who on the job. </strong></em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em><strong></strong></em></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em><strong>About an hour later I told him that its time for him to go home and get ready for work. He agreed. He kisses me softly on my lips and said "See you at work!" I replied "Ok sweetie!" I smiled as I locked the door and returned to my bedroom. My body was tired but it was worth it. Maybe one day we will be together as a couple, but as for right now I am enjoying him as my fuck buddy.</strong></em></span></div>BLEU KASHMEREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02527187723592327216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2501374510923987504.post-44286086021991756872008-08-28T05:10:00.000-04:002008-08-28T05:22:39.735-04:00Old School Crush<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em><strong>I woke up early to check my email.I logged into my cafe-space page. I have a bunch of messages from friends and clients. I noticed I have a friend request. I opened the page and it's a guy with most beautiful eyes I've ever seen requesting to my friend. "Of course we can be friends", I thought to myself. I approved his friendship.<br /></div></strong></em></span><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em><strong></strong></em></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em><strong>I began to look on his page to see what this guy was all about. I looked into his pictures. I saw that we knew the same people and went to the same Public School. I came across one of his pictures that had a clear visual of his face. "Oh my god, I know this guy!" I said out loud, lucky for me I was home alone. I couldn't believe I found an old school crush online.<br /></div></strong></em></span><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em><strong>I sent him a note explaining to him who i was and that i knew him. Later on that day he wrote back. He said, "Hey Miss, I know you too. How you been? i see you're doing big things now. Keep in touch." It was a very short and to the point note.<br /></div></strong></em></span><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em><strong>I wrote him back answering his questions. This episode went on for a few days. I got up enough nerve to reveal my secret. In the next letter, i wrote and explained to him that I had a major crush on him back in the day. Just by writing this letter I got all hot and bothered. I wanted to rekindle a flame that I never got the chance to light. I was willing to have an affair with him. All I need is one night with him.<br /></div></strong></em></span><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em><strong></strong></em></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em><strong>I poured my heart out in the letter, I pryed hard that he didn't diss me.<br />I checked my messages later on that night and he answered me back. I was nervous to open it, but I did. Come to find out he felt the same way. He left me his number to call him. I immediately called him. Yes, I was opened!<br /></div></strong></em></span><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em><strong>We talked for awhile and set up a date to meet later on that night. I took out my freak dress & shoes. I wanted to see what he missed out on.<br />Finally, we met up with each other and it was like an instant connection. We hugged each other and I kissed him passionately. (I had to bend down a little because he's kind of short) We both knew what time it was. We went to the hotel and it was on and poppin! He fucked me very well! All i can say is big things come in small packages. We went at it for 2 hours straight. I was curious about him anyway and he killed all that.<br /></div></strong></em></span><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em><strong></strong></em></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em><strong>After our freak session he took me home. I didn't want him to leave, but i had no choice. Just looking at him put me in a spell. His eyes are gorgeous and his eyelashes makes them stand out. His sexiness was killing me. I had to get away from him instantly. I kissed him goodnight and got out the car. He waited until I was inside my building before he drove off.<br /></div></strong></em></span><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em><strong>How can someone be so loving and caring now, when in grade school he was a pain in the ass. I'm just glad he grew out of it. He is a real man now. I just wish he could be all mine.<br /></div></strong></em></span><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em><strong></strong></em></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em><strong>Who would of thought that the opportunity of getting with an old school crush would ever come true.</strong></em></span></div>BLEU KASHMEREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02527187723592327216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2501374510923987504.post-75248881820067022762008-08-10T10:43:00.000-04:002008-08-10T10:53:29.950-04:00LOVE DOCTOR 96.1FM“Hello, this is the Love Doctor at 96.1FM, speak to me” “Hey, my name is lonely wife and I needs some serious advice.” “What’s the deal sugar?” “My husband and I have been married for seven years. Four of them were happy and the other three went down hill. I just discovered that he has a drug problem and its getting out of hand. I’m always left alone at night while he is out smoking, I’m hurting! What can I do to ease my pain?” “Well lonely wife, you have to confront him and make him hear what you have to say! If that doesn’t work I will advise you to get him in a drug rehab center, He really needs help. I don’t think there’s anything left for you to do. Answer this for me lonely wife, why do you keep him around?” “I keep him around because, when he is not doing the drugs he’s so loving and the sex just drives me crazy. I love the way he fucks me! But when he is out there in the streets I don’t want him to touch me at all! I just want a strong hand to soothe me at nights when he is not around.” “Is that right? Sex is not going to solve the issues that you have with your husband. I tell you what; I have a friend that can help get your life in order. Hold on while I finish my segment.<br /><br />I couldn’t hold on for too long so I left my number with the receptionist. That felt good. Just to open up and talk to someone about my problem. I hope his friend can really help me get through this. I really need this help. It’s long over due. At one o’clock in the morning my phone rings. “Hello.” “Hello lonely wife is that you?” “Yes this is me. Is this the love doctor?” “Yes I’m sorry to call you so late, but I wanted to help you. I want to stop by and get some information from you.” “Ok sure, I live at 122 E 86th Street, and my bell is 11c.” “Ok great! I will be there in 20 minutes.” I get out the bed and get myself together. I find it kind of odd that he makes house calls, and at this time. Maybe something will become of it.<br /><br />The bell rings and I buzz him in. I opened my door and wait for him. He gets off the elevator and walks towards my door. “Hey how are yah?” he asked. “I’m tired but I want to hear what you have to say.” “Its not want I have to say it’s what I want to do. I heard the need in your voice for a good fuck. I apologize if I’m wrong but my dick got hard just listening to you, and I could tell you wanted me to come and give it to you right! I want to give you something that your man can’t give you.” “I’m not the one to turn down sex! Give me what you got! My body is yearning for some strange, strong dick!” I had to be out of my fucking mind letting a stranger fuck me. I had no idea that it was going to be like this. But since he’s here, I’ll fuck him, he has my pussy throbbing! Besides, I have nothing better else to do. I stripped butt ass naked and laid down on the bed. He had a nice tight body. He shoved it in hard. I love to get fucked! Making love is not for me. Our bodies were at war! I moved my waist to his rhythm. That was the type of loving that would make a bitch fall in love. That mother fucker knew how to use his tool all too well.<br /><br />The fucking went on for an hour. Immediately I felt a hot rush go up my spine. He began to shiver and before I could scream we both came. The sex was the bomb! Even though he wasn’t my type, but what the hell it was just for one fucking night! At that moment I realized I wanted to make it work with my husband. I don’t want another man to touch me ever again. I let my pussy think for me. I’m happy with the decision I made.<br /><br />I have to tell the love doctor my feelings. “I have something that I want to say. I made a mistake by fucking you tonight. I guess the loneliness took over my mind and I just wasn’t thinking. I do thank you for coming over and making feel better. But please understand that this was just a one shot deal!” “I understand where you are coming from and I appreciate you being honest. I was hoping that we could hook up again, but you made it clear that this was the end of the line. I have to respect your decision. Well it’s time for me to go anyway. I hope everything works out for you. It’s been a pleasure to be with you.” He gave me a kiss on my forehead and left. I locked my door and went back to bed. I couldn’t care less how he felt. It was only a fuck anyway.<br /><br /> All I could think about right was my husband. I hope he make it home safely. My alarm went off and it was time to get ready for work. My husband finally made it home. He looked like he was rolling around in dirt. The sight of him made me sick. All the feelings of guilt went away. He was dirty and smelly. It hurt my heart to see him like that. This is not the man I married. I picked up the phone and called out of work. I decided to take control of this situation. It was time for him to change his life and I was going to make him do it!<br /><br /> I called the drug rehab center in Long Island. I spoke to someone in customer service. She told what to bring and that they still had space for him. I set up a 2:00pm appointment. I explained to my husband what he had to do in order for us to move on. He sat in silence for awhile and shortly after he agreed to my demands. He went to the bathroom to take his shower. I was relieved that he didn’t fight me about it. I guess he knew it was time to get his life right. Oh what a day! My husband is in rehab and I’m home alone again. I can sleep without worrying about where he is. He will be gone for six months. I plan on getting a house and start fresh. I have enough money to live off for a while. I have everything planned on how I want our lives to be. I deserve to be happy.<br /><br /> I turned to my favorite station to hear what tonight’s topic was. “Hello this is the Love Doctor 96.1FM! Tonight’s topic is Happiness.” I called the radio station and I got through with no problem. “Hello this is lonely wife; I just want to say that it took making a big mistake to realize what happiness was all about. I had to take matters into my own hands and I never felt better. I don’t feel lonely anymore and I don’t need a radio station to confirm my happiness. I do appreciate the advice you have given me and now I’m moving on.” “I’m glad your life has improved and may god bless you and your happiness. “Thank you love doctor good bye.”<br /><br />I had to close that chapter and move on to my new beginning. I could have kept him around for a booty call, but I didn’t want him like that. The dick was good but my husband dick is the best!BLEU KASHMEREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02527187723592327216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2501374510923987504.post-67395057046056206552008-08-09T19:43:00.000-04:002008-08-09T19:47:54.304-04:00ANONYMOUS LETTERS<span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong><em>Damn I have to get this off my chest, I’m feelin three guys that I want to fuck. I’m trying to figure out a way to tell them without exposing myself. Hmmm….., I got it! I’ll just write them a letter. That’s the only way I can get their attention and keep them on their toes.<br />My life is so boring right now and I have to spice it up! I love my boyfriend, but he’s not doing anything to bring back the spark in our relationship. I guess if you want something done you have to do it yourself.<br />I turn on my computer and began to write my letters to the men that will be my victims. Yes, I’m going make these men my sexual slaves.<br /></em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong><em>Dear Phinese,<br />You might think this is a little strange, but I just want to let you know how I feel about you. I’ve known you for three years and I never had the heart to confront you face to face. We are both in situations, you have a wife and I have a boyfriend but that doesn’t change the way I feel about you. Every time I come to the club and see you guarding the door, my panties become wet! All I think about is taking you in the bathroom and give you a good fuck! Damn, just thinking about sneaking around with you turns me on! I just want the chance to show you that I can be more than a friend. I’m not trying to steal you away from wifey, I just want some of what she’s getting!<br />If you’re curiosity is getting the best of you, that means you want to know who I am. All you have to do is meet me at the Double Tree hotel right off the conduit. Expenses will be paid for, be there at exactly 10pm. I’ll be in room 300. See you there baby!<br />Secret lover<br /><br />Ok that’s one down two more to write. I hit the print button and proceed to write the second letter.<br /><br /></em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong><em>Dear Leonidas,<br />I’m always coming into your restaurant and order my favorite lunch. When I’m sitting there eating my food, I imagine us on the table doing sensual things to each other! I would love to such your dick with whip cream on top. I never had a Greek man before and I want you to be the first. I don’t know if you have someone in your life and it doesn’t matter to me at all! I want you bad! I have to have you! I want you to feel this chocolate pussy on your dick. Just think for a moment, I’m on top of you going up and down, moving in circular motions, squeezing my pussy on your joy stick! Ok that’s enough, I painted a picture for you now do something for me.<br />I’ll be waiting for you at the Double tree hotel Friday night at 11pm. Go to room 300. Can’t wait to see you!<br />Blazin Chocolate<br /><br />I have one more letter to complete my mission. I’m such a scandalous bitch!<br /><br /></em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong><em>Dear Carlos,<br />Hey boo! What’s poppin? I’m not gonna beat around the bush!<br />Since I was 16 years old, I had a major crush on you! I want you bad papi! I missed you while you were locked up, now that you’re home, I have a gift for you. The only way for you to get it is to meet me. I’m a grown ass woman that knows what she wants. I’ll be waiting for you on Friday at 12pm at the Double Tree hotel (the one your mom use to work at), come to room 300. I’ll be waiting for you.<br />Mocha Caliente<br /><br />I hit the print button again to print out the two letters. I put them together and place them in the envelopes. I will mail these on my way to work tomorrow. I’m not nervous, but I am excited! I can’t wait for this to go down.<br />My reservations are in place, all I have to do is just go there early Friday afternoon and turn the room into a pleasure palace.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Lets Get This Party Started</span><br />I just got off work and I’m getting my bag packed and ready for tonight’s hook up. My heart is beating fast and my hands are sweating. I need a drink to calm me down. I walk over to the my bar and pour me a drink. Mmmm… it’s nothing better than a shot of Hennessey going down with no chaser, that’ll do the trick for now. I’m not a drinker, so a shot will put me in a mellow state of mind.<br />My front open and I hear keys rattling. “Babe I’m home!” oh shit its Matthew (my boyfriend). “What the hell is he doing here so early?” I said to myself. “Hey honey, I’m in the bedroom.” I yelled out. He came in the room and gave me a kiss. He had a Olive Garden bag and the food smelled good. “Oh what’s this you got here?” I asked jokingly. “I thought I’ll stop and get some dinner, so we can stay in and have a romantic dinner tonight.” “Aw that sounds sweet but I have to go out tonight and help a friend of mine get ready for her party. Why didn’t you tell me you had plans boo?” “Well, I thought I would surprise you. I didn’t know you had plans.” “I tell you what, why don’t you spend the night. I’ll take a shower while you set up the table for dinner. We could eat early and have drinks. When I get back form helping my friend, I’ll give you a dessert you’ll never forget.” I said while nibbling on his ear. “That sounds like a plan baby!” he replied as he rubbed my ass. The touch of his hands let me know that he wanted a sample before I got in the shower.<br />I unbuckled his belt and put my hand in his pants. I started to jerk and massage his dick. That turned him on more and more. He removed my hand and pushed me on the bed. He pulled down my pants along with my panties and commenced to fucking me. He gave it to me good, but there’s a down fall to his fucking. After five hard pumps, he explodes! This is very aggravating! Before I can get into it, he cums and it’s a done deal for him. This gave more gusto to go do my thing tonight. One of these men have to give me what I’m looking for sexually. I can’t deal with this five pump shit any longer. I’m gonna let all of my freakiness out on these men, I hope they can handle it!<br />I go in the bathroom and leave my sorry ass lover on the bed snoring. I’m glad he had fun because it did nothing for me. I pin up my hair, turn on the shower, brush my teeth and turn down the light. Yes we have a light switch that turns up and down. I always use the low light for my showers, it makes me feel relaxed. I step in my warm shower and lather my body with peppermint soap. After I lather up a couple times and rinse off, I scrub down with Rosalyn Scent green tea exfoliating scrub. It works wonders, I absolutely love it. It leaves me feeling soft and rejuvenated. I rinsed and now I’m ready to get sexy.<br />I come out the bathroom in my towel and he is still sleeping. All I could is shake my head. He act as if he put in work. Anyway, I oil down and sprayed some of man catcher perfume on (of course Rosalyn Scent products) and threw on my black wrap around dress. I took down my hair, and comb it all going back and put my gold Panamanian hair clip in. I look at my watch and it’s 8:00pm. Damn time waits for no one. I grab my bag and head out the door, leaving ole boy in dream land.<br />I jump in my car and headed over to the hotel. I’ll be there in no time. I don’t live to far from there anyway. I turn on the radio and jammed to 98.7 kiss fm.<br />It took me no more than twenty minutes to reach my destination. I have a special parking space that I’m secure with and keeps my car from being noticed. I put on my lipstick and turn off my cell phone. I don’t want to be disturbed by anyone. I get out the car, fix my dress and reach in and get my freak bag. I closed the door and press my lock button on my key chain and head into the hotel.<br />I walk up to the guest desk and handle my business. “Hey girl, did any confirmations come in yet?” I asked. “Yes and all three has confirmed. Girl, you are a hot mess you!” She replied jokingly. “You didn’t know? I was born a hot mess!” we both laughed and I walked to the rooms. I go into room 300 to set up my sensual theme. I covered both beds in pink and red roses. I the handcuffs on the night stand, I filled the room with red strawberry scent candles. I place the baby wipes in the bathroom, just in case they need to clean up. I lit all the candles and turned off the lights, I did a great job hooking up this room. I made sure everything was and in place and I left the room.<br />My room is next door and Chanel (girl from the guest desk) will call me when my first victim is here, which is soon. She would lead him to the room and let him. I change into my red sheer lingerie and put on my red stilettos. I guzzle my shot bottle of Bacardi lime and laid on the bed. I’m starting to feel relaxed and freaky. I’m definitely gonna get my freak on tonight.<br />Ten minutes later I get a phone call and it’s Chanel. “I’m bringing him now.” “Ok thank you, Oh when the rest of them come just send them to the room and tell them to knock three times. I don’t want to over work you.” “Oh ok, thanks for being considerate.” we both chuckled for a moment and hung up the phone. I immediately got up and raced out the door. I dodged in the other room so quickly that I was surprised at myself, for moving so fast.<br />Mmmm… the room smells nice and I’m ready to fuck! The aroma had overwhelmed me and became horny instantly. I sit on the bed and wait for my victim to come in. The opens slowly and Phinesse walks in. “Hello, I’m here!” he said in a low tone. “I’m here too. Come in and remove your clothes and lay on the bed when your done!” I was in control and I wanted him to do whatever I commanded for him to do! He did exactly what I told him to do. I climbed on the bed and straddled him. “I’m so glad it’s you. You had my brain scrambling all week!” “Shhh.. We have time to talk, all I want to do is fuck!” It felt so good to be in control!<br />I started to jerk his hard thick dick slowly. My pussy juice is starting to run down, I climbed on top and fucked the shit out of him! He held on to my waist tightly. I can feel him thrust his dick more and more. He was in my guts and I enjoyed it. He began to get rough and flipped me over like a fucking pancake! Now he’s on top and fucking me like I stole something! “Damn you got some good pussy!” he shouted. “Come on cum for daddy!” “Oh baby fuck me harder! Beat it up baby! Give it to me papi!” Oh my god, fuck me you chocolate mother fucker! He gave my pussy the ultimate beat down! Ole boy needs to take lessons from him like yesterday.<br />Within ten minutes I came so hard that tears rolled down my cheek. “Yeah baby that’s what I’m talking about! Damn I didn’t know you could fuck like that boy!” “I get the job done!” he said calmly. I look at the time and go in the bathroom to freshen up.<br />I came out and he was still on the bed undress. I didn’t mind at all. His body was eye candy for me and I enjoyed looking at it. Everything about him is sexy, from his eyes to his feet. This brother definitely has it going on to the tenth power!<br />The phone rings and I immediately pick it up. “Hello” I answered. “Hey it’s me, we have a situation. Both men are her now. What do you want me to do?” “Well since they’re early, just send them in.” “Ok, just checking.” I hung up the phone and walked to the door. Both men are standing their in confusion and they both look good! I invite them in.<br />Leonidas and Carlos walk in and see Phinese in bed butt as naked. “What’s going on?” Carlos asked. I started to explain myself. “This is a private party. I invited three men to this hotel that I wanted to fuck and have a good time with. I already fucked Phinese and now I want you and Leoanidas. This is my fantasy that I want to fulfill and you guys should be happy that you’re apart of it. So if you feel uncomfortable this is your chance to leave now. If you want this pussy and you’re to fuck, well you know what to do!” Carlos and Leonidas started to take off their clothes. While they’re doing that I laid on the second bed and open my legs, exposing my bare pussy to them. Phinese jumps out the other bed and dives his face into my kitty. His tongue game is on point and I’m enjoying the pleasure. Leonidas walks over and puts his dick in my mouth and Carlos startes to suck my breast. I hit the jackpot tonight!<br />I had my way with all three men and they had their way with me. It was fun fucking all three of them and I must say these weren’t any minute men. If I was to get pregnant I wouldn’t know who will be the father of the child, but I have nothing to worry about because I’m practicing safe sex and having the time of my life.<br />Four hours had passed and we’re just finishing our sex party. Everyone is getting dressed and cleaning up the room. I sat down and waited for them to leave.<br />Carlos and Phinese leave first, they both gave me hug and kiss my cheek. “This was a beautiful night, keep in touch.” Phinese whispered in my ear. Carlos waits for his turn. “I’m glad I had the chance to give you something special. If you ever need anything, just send a letter.” we both laughed and embraced each other for a moment. He leaves and now it’s just Leonidas here with me. I noticed he’s looking at me, like he wants to tell me something.<br />“Is everything ok?” I asked out concern. “Yes, I just want to tell you something.” “Oh ok, I’m all ears.” I sat on the bed and gave him my undivided attention. “It’s clear that I didn’t know you had these type of feelings for me and I’m cool with it. Well, I have feelings for you too, but mine are stronger and deeper. What I’m trying to tell you is that I’m in love with you. I’ve been in love with you for a long time. I didn’t want to tell you in front of the other guys, that’s’ why I waited until they were gone.” I couldn’t believe my ears! I respect the fact he told me this, but damn we can’t get into nothing serious. Wow, this is some wild shit right here! I keep my cool and began to tell him how I feel. “That took a lot of courage to just come and tell me this now. I really respect your feelings, but I have someone that I’m in a relationship with and I’m ready to let it go right now. I am attracted to you and I think you’re a very sexy guy. We can be friends for now. I hope I didn’t hurt your feelings.” “No, I’m cool with how you feel. I would love to be your friend. I hope we have the opportunity to be together again, just us. If you should ever need someone to talk to or a hang out buddy, you know where to find me.” “I’m so glad you understand and of course this isn’t the last time you’ll see me.” “Ok it’s settled! I have to go and I’ll see you soon.” he leaned down and gave me a kiss that sent chills through my body. I wanted to grab him and fuck him again while I had the chance. I’ll see him again and this time I’ll have him all to myself. I guess writing these letters turned out good after all.</em></strong></span>BLEU KASHMEREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02527187723592327216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2501374510923987504.post-53369176075643946502008-07-17T18:43:00.000-04:002008-07-17T18:45:55.060-04:00THE BURN<em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">I WANT IT!</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">HAVE TO HAVE IT!</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">I NEED IT INSIDE ME!</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">DAMN IM ON FIRE!</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">IS IT BECAUSE IM HIGH OFF HIS LOVING?</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">IS IT BECAUSE I MISS HIM SO MUCH?</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">NO I HAVE THE ANSWER, </span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">ITS CALLED THE BURN!</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"> IM HOT FOR HIM!</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">I CRAVE HIS TOUCH,KISSES AND THE PASSIONATE LOVE MAKING!</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">MY SOUL IS ON FIRE!</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">ITS THE BURN!</span></strong></em>BLEU KASHMEREhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02527187723592327216noreply@blogger.com0