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So How Was Your Trip To The Laundromat

It was eight forty-five in the morning, when Dion Tower left his apartment to go to the laundromat inside The Prince’s Grove Apartments Complex to wash his clothes. And once he arrived there, he was surprised to see that he wouldn’t be alone

Indeed in the laundromat at this early morning hour with Dion is a very spiritually cultivated pepper – With a lot of salt mixed in – short haircut haired woman, who stands the height of the woman who used a dope ass sample of a Memphis Soul Legend for her debut hit song… With high cheekbones, and nude brown lipstick covering her featherweight lips…

And Dion stared at the woman for a quick second or two, before returning his attention back to the large batch of clothing he had to wash and dry…

You see he wanted to get this done early, before the laundromat got more crowded later in the late morning and afternoon hours. So he put his headphones on and went to his favorite music streaming app, before zoning out into his own world, and separating the colors from the whites, the delicates from the normal and heavy clothes, before putting them into separate washing machines…

And while he was doing that, Dion began singing out loud the song that he was currently listening to… And The Pepper and Salt Haircut Haired Spiritually Cultivated Woman temporarily stopped organizing her clothes to stare at Dion for a handful of seconds… And eventually, he looked in her direction to see that she was staring at him…

“O I’m sorry… I forgot I wasn’t here by myself”… Said Dion.

“O it’s okay sweetie… I’m just surprised that you’re not listening to hip hop… Who are you listening to”?… Asked The Pepper and Salt Haired Spiritually Cultivated Woman.

That Loving Feeling by Isaac Hayes”… Answered Dion.

……….

Okay… Not the answer I was expecting”… Replied The Pepper and Salt Haired Spiritually Cultivated Woman.

“Yeah I don’t really listen to current music… it just doesn’t cut it for meToo much sex, not enough sensualityToo much bragging, not enough realness… I like music that’s like after you eat a plate of soul food… It fills you up and stays with you for awhile”… Responded Dion.

“……….

Back in my backsliding days, I used to listen to music like that… A couple of my children are here because of it… But I’m a God Fearing Woman now… Yep, I only listen to music for the almighty

Shirley Caesar, Bebe and Cece Winans, The Clark Sisters, Thomas Dorsey, Vanessa Bell Armstrong, Marvin Sapp, Aretha Franklin, Mahalia Jackson”… Replied The Pepper and Salt Haired Spiritually Cultivated Woman.

“So do you go to church regularly”… Asked Dion.

“Every Sunday… Go to Victorious Jesus Tabernacle on 59th and Blackroot”… Replied The Pepper and Salt Haired Spiritually Cultivated Woman.

“Yeah I don’t go to church like I used to when I was younger… Just become less motivated to as each day goes by”… Responded Dion.

“Yeah I know the world is crazier than the neighborhood hustler tryin’ to sell you a Michael Jackson 8 track tape, but the only person who can guide me is the almighty messiah”… Replied The Pepper and Salt Haired Spiritually Cultivated Woman.

“Yeah I’m more focused on not becoming a casualty to this ever increasing messed up world… Too many people who have bad intentionsAvoiding them at all costs is a full time job plus another full time job… It leaves you little time to sit down and rest”… Responded Dion.

Yeah I hear you on that… Just gotta leave it up to the lord”… Replied The Pepper and Salt Haired Spiritually Cultivated Woman.

……….

… You know these machines are a doozy... Did you know that I put my clothes in these two machines and they wouldn’t work… But as soon I put my clothes in some other machines, they began working like prune juice through the digestive tract of a constipated person… That’s just crazy”… Said The Pepper and Salt Haired Spiritually Cultivated Woman.

“Yeah that is… I mean they just put in these new machines earlier in the year, so they shouldn’t be acting up already… You should go get your money back from the front office”… Replied Dion.

“O God yes… I’m going over there as soon as I get done washing these clothes”… Responded The Pepper and Salt Haired Spiritually Cultivated Woman.

………………..

“Oooooooooo… I need some washing powder… Apparently I’m using more washing machines than I thought”… Dion said to himself…

(He thought he was only going to use three washing machines, but it turned out that he would be using four…)

So anyway, Dion went back to his apartment to grab some more washing powder, before returning to the laundromat around the jersey number of the headline member of the 2016 Pro Football Hall of Fame of minutes later… And once back there…

Dion was treated to the sight of The Pepper and Salt Haired Spiritually Cultivated Woman bent over taking off her reddish pink pants… Which now revealed the solid as a Mike Conley stat sheet black panty briefs she had on underneath… And Dion just stood there and stared at the sudden full black moon that he wasn’t expecting to see when he decided to wash his clothes this morning…

……….

O I’m sorry… I didn’t expect you back so soon… I’m not some pervert or anything like that… I just decided that I really wanted to wash these pants, and I didn’t have time to go up to my apartment to change into some other pants”… Said a ….. The Pepper and Salt Haired Spiritually Cultivated Woman.

……….

It’s okay… You have nothing to apologize for…

So do you work out?… Because you have a… Very nice ….. I’ve seen women half your age with backsides not well put together”… Asked Dion.

“No not to particularly… Maybe The Good Lord just blessed me with good genes”… Answered The Pepper and Salt Haired Spiritually Cultivated Woman.

And seconds later, she grabbed a towel from her basket and wrapped it around her waist, before taking a seat in the chair that was nearby… And Dion for his part, returned his attention back to the large pile of clothes that he had to go back to his apartment to get some more washing powder so that he could wash all of them, as he placed the quarters in the coin slot, and then the clothes in the washing machine, before closing the doors and watching the water fill up the machines for a few handfuls of seconds…

……….

“Are those  Xenia Zsu”?… Asked Dion.

“Uh?…”… Asked The Pepper and Salt Haired Spiritually Cultivated Woman.

“Your underwear… Are those Xenia Zsu’s?… My ex really liked those brand of panties”… Replied Dion.

“O yeah… They are Xenia Zsu… Been wearing them since I was your age… I’ve worn other brands, but Xenia Zsu is the one that I feel the most comfortable in ”… Replied The Pepper and Salt Haired Spiritually Cultivated Woman.

“Yeah my ex bought me some of their boxers… But I just wasn’t feelin’ them… They were too tight… Especially around my junk… That’s why I wear Odis Shaheed Ali… It gives me plenty of breathing room

I have heard that Xenia Zsu has some nice thong underwear… My ex and a couple of her friends swear by them”… Responded Dion.

“Thongs… Mmhmm mmhmm… I don’t wear anything that I have to stick up my caboose… That’s just uncomfortable and nasty… I walked around with something up me for thirty five years, and now that I no longer have to do that, I’m not going to willingly put something else up me”… Replied The Pepper and Salt Haired Spiritually Cultivated Woman.

……….

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Okay… Wasn’t expecting that answer”… Responded Dion.

“Well sorry to be so blunt, but it’s the truth… The happiest I’ve been is the fifteen years since I’ve crossed over… Don’t have to worry about spending that money on feminine products, or the cramps, or not being able to wear certain clothingThe devil has to be behind periods… Because someone as great as God wouldn’t do that to women”… Replied The Pepper and Salt Haired Spiritually Cultivated Woman.

…………………….”… Responded Dion.

And a few handfuls of seconds later, a thought popped into Dion’s head…

“I hope you don’t mind me asking… But I’ve been wondering… Once women your age “Change”, do y’all still have feelings, desires…. You know what I’m talkin’ about”?…

……….

“I’m Spiritually CultivatedNot deadYes I do date men… I particularly like dating this man that I met a few months ago… He brings a lot to the table”… Replied The Pepper and Salt Haired Spiritually Cultivated Woman.

“I see… I only ask because my mother did a lot of dating when she was younger… But once the changed happened, her interest in dating men waned… She wore much less makeup, wore more baggy clothes, got her hair done less… She just spent more time with her female friends and grandchildren

I mean if I’m being honest, I’m very happy about it… I no longer have to deal with men trying to be my daddy… You know tryin’ to mark their territory and stuff”… Responded Dion.

“I’m not tryin’ to be rude… But that sounds highly selfish of you… I’m pretty sure you love your mother, but she’s gotta have a life of her own”… Replied The Pepper and Salt Haired Spiritually Cultivated Woman.

“…..

Yeah I know… And I should feel guilty about it… But honestly… I don’t… What can I say, I’m a mama’s boy”… Responded Dion.

“….. You remind so much of Javion… He’s my youngest son… He calls me almost everyday… He’s always callin’ me about anything… What are you doing mama?… Do you want me to do something for you?… Can I borrow twenty dollars?… And things like that…

I love my son… But sometimes I just wanna call block his butt sometimes”… Said The Pepper and Salt Haired Spiritually Cultivated Woman.

“Well I talk to my mom a lot… But I know when to give her some breathing room…

So how many children do you have”?… Asked Dion.

“Five… And all of them are boys… Them and their father… I was the only female in the home”… Answered The Pepper and Salt Haired Spiritually Cultivated Woman.

“So you and your sons father were together for a while”?… Asked Dion.

“From the time I was twelve to around seven years ago…

We got together in middle school, and had our first son when I was fourteen… We divorced some years back…

We had a lot of great times, but by the end, we couldn’t stand to be in the same room with each other… I guess being together since we were teenagers finally took it’s toll on our relationship… Still don’t like him tho”… Responded The Pepper and Salt Haired Spiritually Cultivated Woman.

……….

So are you interested in having another long term relationship”?… Asked Dion.

……….

Yes… And no… I do like the idea and feeling of being in a long term relationship… But I also like the freedom of just dating… There’s little attachment, and you can date more than one person at a time… Without feeling guilty about it”… Answered The Pepper and Salt Haired Spiritually Cultivated Woman.

And soon thereafter, The Pepper and Salt Haired Spiritually Cultivated Woman’s washing machines began cycling down, signaling that her clothes had finished their washing and cleansing cycle, so she went to take them out of the washing machines, before placing them into a couple of dryers, and inserting the amount of change that was needed into them to start them up…

………………..

“So have you ever dated a younger man”?… Asked Dion.

“Huh?… Could you ask that question again?… I didn’t hear what you asked”… Replied The Pepper and Salt Haired Spiritually Cultivated Woman.

“Have you ever dated a younger man”?… Reitered Dion.

“….. No… Never really considered it… The only young men that I talk to regularly are my sons… And sometimes there friends… I mean honestly the idea of me with a younger man just seems so farfetched”… Answered The Pepper and Salt Haired Spiritually Cultivated Woman.

“……….

I like your makeup… It looks very good on you”… Said Dion.

“Thank you”… Replied The Pepper and Salt Haired Spiritually Cultivated Woman.

……….

“My name’s Dion…”… Said Dion

“….. Shera…”… Replied The Pepper and Salt Haired Spiritually Cultivated Woman… Now known as Shera.

“Shera… That’s an alluring name… And a fitting one as well…

……….”… Responded Dion.

“………. Please answer me something Dion… Are you tryin’ to mack me”?… Asked Shera.

…..

If you’re interested… Then yes… But if not… Then I’m just engaging in casual conversation”… Answered Dion.

………………..

So you like older women”?… Asked Shera.

“I like women period… Don’t care about there age… Obviously as long as there legal… I feel that’s a very important point to make”… Answered Dion.

……….

“So when you saw me taking my pants off, what were you thinkin’?… Asked Shera.

“Thoughts that I would need to spend all day in church repenting to the lord about”… Answered Dion.

……….”… Responded Shera.

And these stares went on until they were interrupted by the sound of the washing machines that had Dion’s clothes in it cycling down – And shortly thereafter, off –  signaling that they had gone through the washing and cleansing process. So Dion – For the next few minutes – took his eyes off of Shera to take his clothes out of the four washing machines, before placing them into the dryers, and inserting the change needed to run the dryers to dry his large batch of clothes…

And once done with this task, Dion turned around to the sight of…

Shera bent over on the counter where you place your clothing basket, washing powder, bleach, and other whatnot on when you walk into the laundromat… With the towel that was covering her pantsless waist now sitting a few inches in front of her on the counter…

……………”… Responded Dion.

“I’m sure I don’t have to explain what to do next… Do I?…”… Stated Shera.

“But ain’t you a Christian God Fearing Woman who…”…

Was the thought Dion was thinking… But after taking a ….., he walked behind Shera, and pulled her pure black panty briefs down to just above her knee, before pulling his pants and boxers down to two or three inches below his butt… And after groping and getting a feel of her butt for a few seconds, Dion inserted and penetrated his hard as the fifth track off Mos Def’s The New Danger album dick into Shera’s slippery when wet pussy…

……………….

And as Dion got more into going in and out of Shera, he needed to grab onto something, so that he wouldn’t ….., and bust his ass, so he grabbed onto the corner of the counter for leverage, as he continued going in and out of her like he was a quarterback for the Cleveland Browns

……….

And as Shera closed her eyes for a few seconds and moaned in pleasure to herself, Dion was getting ready to park the car into the garage, so he took a few more strokes of Shera’s tropical-like pussy, before finally pulling out for good… But before he accomplished said pulling out, some of Dion’s cum shot out of his dick, and into Shera’s tight and slippery pussy

But nevertheless, once Dion had fully exited Shera’s pussy, he deposited the remainder of his cum onto her lower back and left buttcheek…

………………..

And soon thereafter, Dion pulled his pants and boxers up from just below his butt to back up to where they belong, as he got himself situated… And Shera pulled her pure black panty briefs back up, and placed the towel back around her waist… And just over a minute and a half later…

……….

So Shera made her way to the dryers to take her clothes out of them, and after sorting through them for a couple of minutes, she identified the reddish pink pants that she took off around an hour ago, and put them back on, as she took the robe off from her waist….

………………..

“You have a blessed day Mr. Dion”… Said Shera.

“You to Ms. Shera”… Responded Dion.

And after the two stared at each other for a couple of seconds, Shera exited the laundromat, and went on about her day… And Dion stayed in the laundromat until the two dryers he had his clothes in buzzed, signaling that that the drying process had concluded. So he took the clothes out of the dryers and put them into his large clothing basket, before soon thereafter leaving the laundromat, and making his way back to his apartment…

And after spending around two thirds of an hour situating and putting his clothes away, Dion checked his phone

“Hey bae… We still on 4 2nite”? Said The Text Message.

“Of course Charisma…. Just finished washing my clothes”… Responded Dion.

……………………..

“Hey Charisma… When you comin over?… We gotta finish dis Luke Cage show”… Wrote Dion.

“Get off work at noon, and then gotta pay some bills… I’ll be over around 2:30”… Replied Charisma.

“Cool… See u then 😙😘😍”… Responded Dion.

And then Dion went to the kitchen to make himself some breakfast… Ya know… Because it’s already been a long morning ……….

Santa and Phoebe

“Oh the weather outside wasn’t so frightful,

and the fire ain’t that delightful (since there isn’t one),

and since my old car is preventing me from going to the place I want to go…

I need a new car, I need a new car, I need a new car”.

 

Okay, that wasn’t the exact thoughts Phoebe Kramer was thinking precisely a week before Christmas, but it was in the frame of the thoughts she’s been having the last couple of months since her 2003 Ford Taurus broke down on her, and she doesn’t want to spend any amount of dough on a vehicle that was in it’s heyday when Mission Accomplished was still a popular thought…

But she still needs around fifteen hundred to two grand to buy a new car. She didn’t have any clue what car she wanted, but Phoebe needed a new car that was assembled in this decade…

But then – Like some outside force was trying to tell her something – while she was laying in her bed taking a break from a Netflix binge of Narco, Phoebe flipped the channel and stumbled upon a commercial for the 2015 Kia Sorento, and she instantly fell in love with it like she was the Sacramento Kings and the Kia was all the bad draft picks they’ve made over the last decade. In a nutshell, this is the car Phoebe wants. But since she had as much of a chance of buying this car as Lucious Lyon has of being a good father, she was gonna need a miracle to get it. Or…

Since it’s the holiday season, it’s that time of the year where wishes – Maybe – come true, so Phoebe got out of her bed to grab her laptop, before getting back in to write Santa an email…

 

“Dear Santa,

From the time I was five, I’ve written you a letter every year asking you for something… From the plaid “Clueless” miniskirt when I was seven, to wanting my own talking cat when I was ten, to bringing mommy and daddy back together when I was twelve, and most importantly, wanting to meet Veronica Mars when I was fifteen.

You didn’t answer any of my wishes, so I stopped believing in you. And also because my daddy told me that you’re nothing more than a creation from Capitalistic pigs to brainwash children to pester their parents until they (the parents) finally relent and spend most of their overworked and underpaid money on toys that they’re children will only enjoy for two months before they want the next new toy.

As I got older the more I realized that daddy was more or less right, but even tho I’m a grown adult, there’s still that six year old little girl in me who still wants to believe in you. Who still wants to believe in the spirit of Christmas.

So I know that you’re a very busy man, and get millions of letters a day, so I’m gonna get to the point…

A couple of months ago, I had a fender bender. It’ll cost a grand or so to fix my car, and another grand or so to buy a new one… And to be honest, all that couple grand will do is buy me a slightly better car… Which would still be a pretty shitty car.

So in one week when I wake up to go into the kitchen to pour me a glass of delicious eggnog, I’m then gonna walk to my Christmas tree… And I hope that you’ll answer my wish, and have the keys to the 2015 Kia Sorento in a shiny green and red box.

May you and Mrs. Claus have a pleasant remainder of the holiday season…

Sincerely,

Phoebe Kramer

 

Then Phoebe closed her laptop and went back to binge watching Narco on Netflix…

 

On December 21st, at The North Pole, Santa Claus finally got around to reading Phoebe’s email letter. He gets hundreds of thousands of these type of letters a day, but with all the disappointment in the letter, he felt a responsibility to respond back to her…

 

Dear Phoebe,

Thank you for writing me, and I appreciate all the letters that my fans and admirers send me… No matter how older or mature they’ve gotten. Now to your letter…

I receive millions of letters a day and try to read every last one of them, but your letter saddens me. It troubles me that you’re going down the same path of your father. I know it may be hard to believe, but your father use to be a very blissful youngster. The frenzy of enthusiasm on his face when he looked under the tree and saw the Atari 2600 that he had been pestering his parents about all year long… O the happiness was just paramount…

I remember the glee a couple of years later, when he got that Robin Yount Rookie Card that he had been searching for for a few years. He wrote to me that he would never ask me for anything else if I got that card for him. He of course didn’t keep that promise, but I understand… Kids say the darndest things (Writers Note: Don’t worry. It’s a link to the original host of the show and not the second host… And if you don’t know what I’m talking about, a simple Google Search will answer that question for ya)…

But the happiest I ever saw your father Phoebe was the Christmas before you were born. Your mom was supposed to visit your dad (who had moved to another town because of a job. Your mother was still in school)  So anyway, a large snowstorm hit the area a few days before Christmas, so no one was getting in or out. And this bummed both of them out because they hadn’t seen each other in months. Your father wrote me asking for a miracle to get your mother to him. And to make a long story short, I pulled a couple of strings, and on Christmas morning, there was a knock on your father’s door, and your mother was on the other side. And weeelll… You don’t need to know what the two did over the next few days, but you were born nine months… So that pretty much gives it away.

I’m only telling you all this because I wanted you to know that your father was indeed a happy person earlier in his life… But after your parents divorced, it destroyed your father. I don’t need to go into details about that, since you had a front row seat to it, but I’m just sayin’ that your father isn’t the best person you want to go to to form your opinion of me.

Now there are multitude of reasons on why I couldn’t get those presents you mentioned in your letter to me, but the wish of getting your parents back together is above my pay grade. That’s all I can say about that…

So on to your current wish…

Santa gets a lot of requests for new cars every year… Too many to count to be honest, so I only have a finite number of vehicles that my elfs and I can deliver a year. And unfortunately, that list is already filled. So I’m sorry that I can’t grant your wish this season. I can forward your wish to The Birthday Wish Granter and tell him that your wish is more of a priority. So that can help. I can also get your car fixed, free of charge.

O now would you look at the time, Santa has to get back to join the elfs in wrapping the presents that I’ll be delivering in a few days. Once again, Santa is sorry he couldn’t grant your wish at this time… But I will definitely leave something under your tree, because you’ve been such a good girl… Or should I say woman, this year (emoji here)…

May you have a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year and beyond…

Sincerely,

Santa Claus

 

A handful of hours after Santa had sent his letter to Phoebe, she checked her email, and was absolutely ecstatic to had gotten a reply from Santa, but that excitement quickly subsided when she actually read the letter. A temporary sadness enveloped her body, before anger took over. So Phoebe sent this reply back to Santa…

 

FUCK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

FUCK YOU YOU FAT FOUR EYED BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I HAVEN’T ASKED YOU FOR ANYTHING FOR A WHOLE FUCKING DECADE. AND NOW WHEN I ASK YOU FOR SOMETHING THAT I REALLY NEED, YOU TELL ME THAT I DIDN’T WRITE YOU IN FUCKING TIME??? YOU’RE FUCKING SANTA, YOU CAN GET ANYTHING AT ANY FUCKING TIME…

I’M A GROWN FUCKING WOMAN SANTA, ALL YOU HAD TO DO WAS TELL ME THAT YOU’RE NOT GONNA GRANT MY WISH…

FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU SANTA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MY FATHER IS 100% RIGHT ABOUT.YOU… I HOPE YOU CHOKE ON A FRUITCAKE AND DIE…

SINCERELY… NO FUCK YOU, YOU DON’T DESERVE THAT TYPE OF FUCKING COURTESY,

A PISSED OFF EX BELIEVER IN SANTA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Phoebe hit the send button on her angry email, and then went to her fridge to pour herself a glass of eggnog and whiskey

 

Santa was busy with the elfs packaging the presents and getting the coordinates for the routes that he’s gonna be on Christmas Eve and morning, so he didn’t immediately see Phoebe’s response. But in the late hours of the next night, one of the elfs (a female named Susklahava (Pronounced Shush-Kla-Hava)) told Santa that he really needs to read Phoebe’s response to him. Santa fell asleep before he had the chance to read it, but he woke up a couple of hours later (Santa ain’t gettin that much rest this time of year), and finally read it. He was speechless and emotionless. Santa doesn’t get many of these type of letters… But still, the vitriol and disappointment from Phoebe really affected Santa (by taking all of his jolly emotions away). Santa seriously contemplated writing another letter to Phoebe, but felt this situation had escalated to a more direct action…

So in the early morning hours of Christmas Eve Eve, Phoebe’s phone ranged, and when she picked it up it was Santa. He told her that her letter really made an impact on him. And then he said to her that he wanted to talk to her in person about this situation. Phoebe didn’t know what to say. When she vented at Santa in her letter, she thought that would be it, but now that he had responded back, Phoebe didn’t know how to respond…

So Santa did the responding by telling Phoebe that he’s going to send one of his elfs to come get her, so that the two can talk face to face.

Around twenty minutes later, Sundamar (Pronounced Sun-Da-Mar) – One of Santa’s top elfs – arrived at the door of Phoebe. And after she answered it, Sundamar introduced himself to Phoebe, and the two had a quick conversation before they went outside to a high tech looking Sleigh (Writer’s Note: I scoured the web looking for a suitable pic and couldn’t find one that I liked, so I encourage you to use your imagination) and began making there way to The North Pole…

The trip to the North Pole was a rather quick one, but long in experience and knowledge for Phoebe. She was astonished at the sheer size of the land. The North Pole is the size of Texas, Alaska, and California (Writer’s Note: I tried looking for a pic to demonstrate the size but couldn’t find one. Sorry)  combined… With the comfort of living in a Vermont lodge. Phoebe wanted to take a tour of the ginormous land, but Santa is a busy man – Particularly at this time of year – and his time is precious, so Sundamar led her to a small cafe named The Blizzard Tundra (Writer’s Note: Get use to this name, because I’m gonna use this name again – More than likely in this story -, because it’s just too damn good), and told her that Santa will be here in a couple of minutes….

Two minutes and three seconds later, Santa entered The Blizzard Tundra, and Phoebe was astonished by the size and fashion of him…

Santa stood around the height of Kristaps Porzingis. In the size department, Santa is approximately eighty percent of what you think he looks like… He’s definitely rotund in shape, but much more big boned than fat… Like a defensive lineman in football (and if you wanna call that man fat, then I’ll just start planning your funeral right now). Now Santa – Of course – has the very thick mustache, beard, and eyebrows, but it’s not white like the Rocky Mountain snow or the Oscars, but more of a platinum color. Now the one area of Santa’s face that is white are his pearly white teeth. Now that is the eighty percent part. Now the twenty percent part is Santa’s fashion choice…

He didn’t have on his signature red and white suit. He instead had on a platinum colored listening to The Chronic on your Walkman era  tracksuit, and had on a pair of white and red Air Jordan VI‘s to complete the look.

Anyway, Santa could sense that Phoebe was mesmerized by his appearance, so he said to her,

”Yes I am real Phoebe… But there are a lot of fables about me, and one of the most misconceptions is that I always walk around in my red and white suit… And yes, I do sometimes, but I’m just like you people down there… I like to wear numerous outfits… And quite frankly I’ma let ya in on a secret, I mostly only wear that red outfit to make the little children happy”.

Phoebe stared at Santa for a few seconds, before she asked him pretty much – One of – the same question she asked in her original letter to him…

“Why didn’t you ever get the presents I asked you for when I was younger… Or at least write me back”???

“I’m a busy man. Although I grant millions of wishes a year, it’s only a fraction of the billions of letters I get yearly”. Answered Santa.

Then he went on to say to further explain himself to Phoebe…

“Although you ripped me a new one in your last letter, I still feel like I owe you more of explanation why I can’t grant your wish at this time…

If you asked me for literally millions of other things I could get it to you with no problem… But a car is one of those high priority items that there are only so many that I can give out a year. And I especially can’t get you a forty thousand dollar car on such a short notice. I already offered to get your car fixed… How about I throw in an extra five grand under your tree, and that should help you with a down payment for a new car… Since I know you really want one”…

Phoebe stared at Santa for a few seconds, before she said to him.

“I can tell that you really wanna help me out, but I don’t want a new car… I want the Kia Sorento. I’ll look so good in it. I won’t have to worry about having car troubles for the next five years or so… Which is very important as I go between school and my job”.

Santa once again explained to Phoebe why he couldn’t get that Kia Sorento to her at this time… And Phoebe once again explained to Santa that she wouldn’t accept anything less than the Kia Sorento, so the two spent the following couple of minutes going back and forth with their viewpoints, when suddenly Phoebe put her hand on Santa’s thigh and proceeded to say to him,

“I’m willing to do anything to get this new car.. And when I say anything”…

Phoebe then got up from her seat and positioned herself a couple of feet in front of Santa, and then proceeded to gyrate her hips from side to side for enough time to have Santa to start thinking about some unholiday season thoughts. Phoebe then placed her right hand on the back of her head to pull out the elastic rubber hair band that was keeping her ponytail in place. Then she shook her head a few times to let her long silky blonde hair drop halfway down her back.

Now Santa didn’t know how to react. He had a myriad of thoughts going on in his mind that had temporarily frozen him, and a few more thoughts would be added to that list as Santa watched Phoebe take off her blue tank top blouse… And because she decided not to wear a bra today, Santa got a close up view of Phoebe’s perky 40B Jollies. Then a few seconds later, she began disrobing of her forest green colored jogging parts… And just like with her upper body, Phoebe didn’t have any garments on her lower body either, so her smooth as a Sade R&B jam mons pubis was in plain sight for Santa.

Now with her upper and lower bodies as bare as a group of naked ladies, the only clothing related accessory on Phoebe’s body were her white tennis shoes. She stood there in silence for a handful of more seconds to allow Santa to view her five feet six inches tall, slim and toned midsection, as well as her feminine mainstream appeal looking thighs, before she said to him…

(In a sexy high tone voice) “So Santa… I know you’ve told me numerous times that you can’t get that Kia Sorento that I desperately want… But I’m wondering is there something that you… And I could do that would persuade you to change your mind”???

Although the average temperature in the North Pole is minus thirty-five degrees (Fahrenheit), there was a heatwave going on in The Blizzard Tundra. Sweat was perspiring out of Santa’s forehead like water coming out of a facet, and “Mini Santa and The Ornaments of Joy and Happiness” were in the spirit of delivering some season greetings. So Santa said to Phoebe…

“I… I’ll make some calls and see what I can do”…

That wasn’t the answer Phoebe was going for, so she asked Santa…

“Can you play some music”???

Santa stared at Phoebe for a couple of seconds, before he said,

“Atomic Daydream (the nickname for Santa’s Entertainment System)… Play music”…

And before you could blink, Kurtis Burner’s (one of the top music artists in the North Pole… And yes, you’ll be hearing a lot more of him as this story progresses) version of White Christmas began playing. This wasn’t exactly the type of music Phoebe had in mind, but after around ten seconds or so, she adjusted and began getting into it.

Phoebe seductively danced in front of Santa for a half minute or so, before she turned around to allow him to get a better view of her mainstream appeal backside packages. Then she attempted to bring her backside packages together, and even tho a skill like that is better left to the more experienced, Santa was nevertheless impressed with Phoebe… But then a sense of realness hit him. So he said to her…

“This is wrong… This is wrong on so many levels. Santa can’t do this. Santa can’t have a special relation with you Phoebe. It’s unfair to all of the millions and millions of Santa’s fans and admirers. It would break the trust that Santa has spent decades building. If Santa has a relation with you Phoebe, then he’s no better than a person accepting the highest offer or other exceptional benefits… I know down there y’all call them Politicians (Writer’s Note: Here’s another article that I think you will find interesting. I would say hope you enjoy it… But honestly, you shouldn’t), but up here in The North Pole, we have different expectations. Not to throw any shade, but I have to be honest”…

Phoebe stared at Santa for a few seconds, before she said to him…

“With all due respect Santa, but what the fuck are you talking about”???

Then Phoebe took a seat on Santa’s porkly lap and began grinding on it like Zach Randolph does for the Grizzlies every night for around a minute and a quarter. And of course “Mini Santa and The Ornaments of Joy and Happiness” were very pleased by this development, so Santa placed both of his hands on Phoebe’s backside packages and caressed them like Sundamar and Susklahava did with each other on their post Christmas date a few days from now. This went on for a bit before Phoebe asked Santa…

“When’s the last time Mrs. Claus made you feel this way Santa”???

“Santa and Mrs. Claus have a more traditional romantic life… But Santa has been trying to get her more into the open romantic activities you younger kids do now… But Santa doesn’t want to think about Mrs. Claus right now… Santa wants to know more about you Phoebe”… Answered Santa.

“How does my bottom feel to you Santa”??? Asked Phoebe

“ Like a delicious fruitcake that’s just been taken out the oven”. Answered Santa.

“Well that’s not an answer I was expecting… But I’m assuming that a just baked fruitcake is soft and tender… And that’s good for that, but we’re talking about my bottom… And soft and tender is not what I want as it pertains to that..

I like to exercise frequently Santa. I go to the gym three, sometimes four days a week. That’s how I maintain this body and keep my little bottom firm… And since my car incident, It’s been hard to get my workout in with my school and work schedule, and that really upsets me. How am I gonna maintain this bottom if I can’t get my workout in Santa??? That’s why I need this Sorento Santa… I need you to grant this wish for me”…

Phoebe then gave Santa a sad face for a few seconds, before she gave him a long kiss on his left rosey red cheek. and afterward, the two stared at each other in a… Way, before they began locking lips with one another. Santa and Phoebe exchanged their fair share of romantic syrup in their handful of minutes of kissing each other, and when that came to it’s conclusion, she asked to him…

“You know Santa, everyone is always telling you what they want for Christmas… But when’s the last time someone asked you what do you want??? Who thinks of the tall gentle platinum colored hair giant in the tracksuit”???

“Well… Santa does have his wants… But Santa’s job is to deliver joy and happiness to millions and millions of people throughout the world, so it’s not about him. Santa gets….”

Phoebe cut off Santa because she could feel “Mini Santa and The Ornaments of Joy and Happiness” pressed against her back left thigh, so she had an idea of what he wanted right now. So Phoebe placed her right index finger on Santa’s lips, and stood up from his lap to pull down the bottom part of his platinum tracksuit. And Phoebe was in for a surprise when she saw that Santa didn’t have any underwear on. So Santa proceeded to tell her that he forgot to put his briefs on today.

So anyway, Phoebe placed her right hand on “Mini Santa and The Ornaments of Joy and Happiness”, and began giving it the attention it’s been seeking for the past handful – Pun unintended – of minutes. And after playing and caressing it for a bit, some sticky light frosting began oozing out of “Mini Santa and The Ornaments of Joy and Happiness”, but instead of it being a clearish color, it instead was a chiffon color. Phoebe stared at it for a few seconds before Santa said to her…

“You know Phoebe, Mrs. Claus tells me that it tastes minty. She sometimes uses it as a mouth freshener when she runs out of toothpaste… Or even when she doesn’t”.

Then Santa gave Phoebe a smile more appropriate for Valentine’s Day than for the holiday season.

“You are a naughty fuck”!… Said a “I can be down with that” Phoebe.

Then she placed her hand up to her mouth to sample the taste of Santa’s light frosting… And indeed, Santa wasn’t bullshittin’, it did tasted minty. So minty that…

“You taste like a candy cane Santa”. Said Phoebe

“Where do you think they get that secret ingredient taste from”??? Asked a smiling Santa.

The two continued to smile at one another until Phoebe went back to feeling on “Mini Santa and The Ornaments of Joy and Happiness”. She continued this until Mini Santa wasn’t so mini anymore, and that’s when she once again got up from Santa’s lap… But this time it was only to get herself into a better position, as she widened her legs and slowly descended on top of “Mini Santa and The Ornaments of Joy and Happiness”, as the warmness from her Woman Oven encased Mini Santa and began tightening its grip on it.

Phoebe and her “Woman Oven” bounced up and down on “Mini Santa and The Ornaments of Joy and Happiness” for the following foreseeable distant future as sweat and passion dripped from their foreheads to down the rest of their torsos. And as the “Women Oven” got warmer and tighter, Mini Santa expanded in length and girth. And that inspired Phoebe to tell the husky man in the platinum tracksuit…

“Santa… You’re so endowed. I don’t know if I can take anymore. You’re gonna pop my kitty out of socket”…

“Well Santa guesses that he’s gonna have to get you a new kitty cat for Christmas”. Replied Santa.

“Oh Santa, I would love a new kitty. I love the one I have, but it’s getting old and senile. Responded Phoebe.

Both Phoebe and Santa breathed and panted heavily for a few more seconds, before he said to her…

“You know Phoebe, Santa specializes in giving females new kitties. The old ones have a tendency to be put out of service after their meeting with Santa”…

Then Santa picked Phoebe up from her waist as he stood up, and a few seconds later, Mini Santa thrust himself deeper into her “Woman Oven”, and it was at this time that Phoebe learned that indeed a male’s lower body organ could go that deep into her. So she let out a loud…

“O GOD!!! O GOD!!! O GOD!!! THIS FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD”!!!

“O that’s not God Phoebe Janelle Kramer… He’s is an awesome God… But what you’re experiencing is only an experience that Santa can give you”…

Then Santa resumed – Unintentionally – trying to reorganize Phoebe’s “Woman Oven” as she let him know how much she was enjoying it…

Although it felt like Phoebe and Santa were going on an eternal marathon, their rendezvous was coming to an end, as “Mini Santa and The Ornaments of Joy and Happiness” was ready to release his creamy frosting into her warm as a Summer any day on South Beach “Woman Oven”…

And afterward, as Phoebe and Santa were putting their clothes back on, she asked him the obvious question…

“So are you gonna be able to get that Sorento for me Santa?… You know that I really need it”…

“You’ve only mentioned this to Santa ten thousand times in our brief meeting… But Santa will make a phone call to his people. Santa can’t guarantee you anything, but he will try his best”. Answered Santa.

“Well try as hard as you can Santa”… Said Phoebe.

Anyway, Phoebe finished putting her clothes back on, as she and Santa small talked for a minute or so, before Sundamar arrived inside The Blizzard Tundra to take her back home.

When Phoebe returned back to her place, she had quite an appetite, so she walked a couple of blocks over to The Yummy Tummy, a retro like restuarant that has a lot of elements of a diner, but also modern elements of a cafe. So anyway, Phoebe ordered a couple of Bacon wrapped Tofu Dogs, and a side order of pickles as the main meal, with a medium cup Mason jar of Tall, Dark, & Handsome Coffee Beer to quench her thirst. And for her sweet tooth fix, she ordered a bowl of Strawberry Ice Cream, with Salted Caramel sauce as topping… Plus a few mini doughnut balls to top it off… And if you’re wondering why would such a fitness buff like Phoebe order something like this??? Well because it’s the Holiday season, so yolo… And two, when you’re in great shape like her, you can eat like this from time to time…

Now anyway, Phoebe ate and chatted with some employees and friends at The Yummy Tummy before she went back home to catch some zzzzz’s…

 

On a very unseasonably warm Christmas morning (the weather had changed drastically in two days), Phoebe got up from her bed and after going to the bathroom to wash her face and to get her bearings together, she went to her kitchen to pour herself a heaping glass of delicious eggnog. Phoebe went on to enthusiastically drink just over half of the cup before she made her way to the Christmas tree which was in the front room. She took another gulp from the glass, before she looked down to see a couple of green, red, and white boxes. One of the boxes was as small as the Cleveland Browns chances of ever going to a Super Bowl, so Phoebe opened that box first…

And seconds after she opened it, the smile on Phoebe’s face was childlike as she she saw some keys and a note telling her to look outside her window. Phoebe did that and saw a chocolate covered 2016 Kia Sorento sitting out front. She then jumped up and down in joy and elation for almost a minute, before she looked back down to read more of the note…

“I hope you appreciate just how many hoops Santa had to jump through to get you this car Phoebe. He had to call in some favors, so take real good care of this car…

And P.S. Santa threw in a five year Protection and Maintenance plan for ya as well… So if you have an issue, you won’t have to go in your pockets to pay for it…

Ho Ho Ho, Merry Christmas”…

And after finishing reading the note Phoebe went back to jumping up and down in joy and elation. And eventually, when her excitement had returned back to a – Somewhat – normal level, she grabbed her the car keys and was about to head out the door for a test drive, but then Phoebe remembered the other box that was under the tree as well. So she walked back over to it to see what could possibly be in the large box…

And just like when she opened the first box, Phoebe had a huge smile on his face… But this one was for a much different reason…

In the box was a snow white and green kitten. The two stared at each other for a handful of seconds until Phoebe picked it up and began stroking the cat… And the cat responded by meowing for the next quarter of a minute.

Anyway, Phoebe eventually looked back into the big box again and saw another note…

“I know you’re old kitty may be getting old and senile, and is about to be put out of service, so Santa had to get you a new one. Just don’t let anyone pop this kitty out of socket 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 :)”…

Phoebe cracked a smile that was more appropriate fifty-five days earlier than it is for a day like this for awhile, before she went back to the table that has the car keys to grab them. She then decided that she and the little kitten were going to go on a celebratory joy ride. And as she was putting the seatbelt on the kitten, that’s when Phoebe came with the name for little kitty…

“I’m gonna name your cute little self Kitty Poppins”.

So Phoebe and Kitty Poppins rode and smiled in their brand spankin new 2016 Kia Sorento, as “White Christmas” played on the “I can see my complexion on this very shiny” car radio…

What Are You Thinking About Miss Hurley?… Chapter I: This Is Not The Popsicle I Wanna Suck On

Meanwhile, after returning home and warming some food in the microwave, Virginia laid in her bed to watch some tv. And after not being that interested in the current programming on tv, she began browsing the web on her phone. And she spent around fifteen to twenty minutes scouring through Amazon deciding on if she would purchase some books to add to her library… And at this time, Virginia wasn’t that enthused with her options. So she went to the notes section of her phone to check out the books that Michael had recommended to her…

And after thinking about it for a minute or so, Virginia decided to check out, “What Are You Thinking About Miss Hurley?…”… The title was intriguing, and she was actually interested in what was Miss Hurley really thinking about?…

And the story started out rather bland…

Miss Hurley was at a neighborhood get together… And she was sitting at a table with a neighbor in conversation, but it was mostly one way, as she just sat there and stared into the oblivion, while consuming a popsicle…

So anyway, the neighbor that was sitting with Miss Hurley had to leave to go do something, and Miss Hurley asked her to go into the kitchen to get her another popsicle… And when the neighbor returned with a couple of popsicles, Miss Hurley began consuming one of them (an artificial cherry flavorBecause what’s natural these days anyway?…)…

(Writer’s Note: Here’s an interesting article about the rise of butt implants in England. It’s very caucasiancentric… But obviously a lot of people are into caucasian women… And you probably want them to have a nice sizable backside… Hence the reason for the article in the first place)

Anyway, after sitting there by her lonesome for a few minutes, Olin – A neighbor’s college age son – walked up to Miss Hurley…

“You know this is a festive celebration Miss Hurley”…

“O I’m sorry Olin… I’m just not having a good day”… Responded Miss Hurley”…

“What’s wrong”?… Asked Olin.

“Nothing… It’s just… It’s just adult issues”… Replied Miss Hurley.

“You know I am an adult Miss Hurley… I may be in the “Barely Legal” demographic, but I am an adult”… Responded Olin.

“Ah yeah… You are… You just have such an olive oil face that I forgot that you are a young adult man”… Replied Miss Hurley.

“I can assure you that I’m very experienced Miss Hurley… Having a babyface has it’s upsides

(……………)

… So what’s your issue?… Asked Olin.

Popsicles”… Answered Miss Hurley.

“Come again”… Responded Olin.

“That’s exactly the problem… I’m not cuming

Toby hasn’t been able to satisfy my… Sweet tooth the past couple of months… And I’m a woman who particularly loves her sweets… I can’t handle his recent sweet deficiency”… Replied Miss Hurley.

And then she went to take a bite out of the top of the popsicle…

“Miss Hurley… I’m saddened to see you look so sour… I mean my parents have always taught me to be a charitable young man… So if you want, I’m willing to donate my time and popsicle to help you satisfy your sweet tooth”… Responded Olin.

……….

“That’s very charitable of you Olin…

……………

… Take a seat…

………………..

… I’m a little hot in here… I need some fresh air… If you want you can join me…”… Said Miss Hurley.

And then she got up to leave the neighbor’s house, as Olin followed shortly thereafter… And after walking around the block for a few minutes…

“Lemme see your popsicle”… Stated Miss Hurley.

And after staring at her for a hot second, Olin unbuttoned his pants, and lowered it to the midpoint of his waist and knees, as his popsicle and two scoops came into view for Miss Hurley…

…………………….

Extensive… Thick… Salacious… Invigorating… Thirst Quenching… Let’s go…”… Responded Miss Hurley.

And then Miss Hurley and Olin made their way to her home to…

And at this point, Virginia realized that, “What Are You Thinking About Miss Hurley?…” is the type of story that she normally doesn’t read… But since she’s already invested the time into it already… Might as well see where this goes…

So anyway, when Miss Hurley and Olin were inside her home, the two began making out with each other, like they were two people who really wanted to ….. … And after engaging in some foreplay, and divesting of their clothing…

“Lay down… I like to ride like a cowgirl”… Said Miss Hurley.

And once Olin was on the bed, Miss Hurley slowly got on top of his popsicle, as to not hurt him… Because you know… Miss Hurley isn’t exactly a runway model framed woman, and if she wasn’t careful, she could really hurt Olin, and his extensive… Thick… Salacious… Invigorating… And very thirst quenching… Popsicle and two scoops…

So anyway, Miss Hurley placed, “Popsicle and Two Scoops” inside of her, “Woman Oven”, and the countdown until it would melt because of the warmness officially began…

And Miss Hurley sat there for a few seconds with her eyes closed, gathering her coitus thoughts, before she slowly began gyrating back and forth… And shortly thereafter, pleasurable noises began escaping her mouth…

And Olin… He laid there enjoying the warmness of Miss Hurley’s “Woman Oven”, and the rest of her prosperous body, as he just placed his arms around her waist and enjoyed the ride…

……….   ……….

So by now, both Miss Hurley and Olin were into the smashing, as she placed her hands on the bedrest, and intensified her cowgirl riding… And he took his hands away from her waist, and placed them on her sensational cakes, before commencing to softly slap them…

……….   ……….

And then Olin said to Miss Hurley…

“Miss Hurley… I want you to turn around, so I can see more of …..”…

So Miss Hurley got off Olin for a few to turn around, as she got into the reverse cowgirl position and faced Olin’s feet… Before resuming riding “Popsicle and Two Scoops”…

And around just under two fifths of a minute later, Olin took his hands off Miss Hurley’s hips and upper sensational cakes region, and spread them as wide as you can with a supersized cake, before placing his right hand – Primarily his index finger – inside the balloon knot (And yeah… in case you don’t know what this means)… And Miss Hurley responded by uttering…

……….

And soon thereafter Olin took his index finger out of Miss Hurley’s creamy sensational cakes and tasted the tang of it… And yes, he’s that thirsty… And yes, Miss Hurley does have very tasty cakes… And yes, Olin did put his index finger back into the balloon knot of Miss Hurley’s sensational cakes… And this time, he spent a handful of seconds moving his hands in, out, and throughout the insides of the cakes. And Miss Hurley once again responded by…

……….

And she kept riding Olin’s “Popsicle and Two Scoops” for the following handful of minutes, before he said to her…

“I’m about to ooze Miss Hurley… I’m about to ooze”…

So Miss Hurley hopped off the ride of Olin’s “Popsicle and Two Scoops”, before seconds later, beginning to suck on it in anticipation of all that creamy goodness…

And to further stimulate Olin’s “Popsicle and Two Scoops”, Miss Hurley placed her right hand on the two scoops, and cupped them like she was going through a carton of eggs to chose the perfect one to make that picture perfect omelet… Which caused Olin to ….. … And finally, a couple of handful of seconds later, the “Popsicle and Two Scoops” finally began oozing the creamy goodness she’s been feenin’ for the last couple of months… And it filled up her mouth like a stock model who just loves herself some chocolate cake, as Olin moaned in blissfulness…

Meanwhile, as Miss Hurley and Olin were finishing up their… “Rendezvous” in the fictional world, back in the real world Virginia was coming to the conclusion of her cuming… As her fingers were lathered with the juices of her vaginal walls from the masturbation she was doing from reading this very titillating story. And afterward, she was drained from the combination of her long work day and the reading of “What Are You Thinking About Miss Hurley?…”, so Virginia turned the screen off her phone, and went to sleep…

So I’m assuming you wanna know how the Miss Hurley and Olin “rendezvous” concluded?… Because Virginia climaxed right at the time when Olin climaxed, but some interesting tidbits occurred afterward…

And after filling her mouth with Olin’s “Popsicle and Two Scoops” creamy filling, Miss Hurley laid there on his groin for a few seconds, before…

“BITCH I HOPE YOU MADE RIGHT BY THE LORD, BECAUSE YOU BOUT TO DIE TONIGHT”!!!!!!!!!! Said a very passionate Toby.

And immediately afterward, both Miss Hurley and Olin jumped up in shock

“Bae… …..

……….

… It’s not what it looks like… I… I…”… Responded Miss Hurley.

“Bitch you think I’m stupid… I’ve been watching for the last few minutes…

(And after turning his attention – And just as important, his gun – towards Olin…)

… Why shouldn’t I just put one in your heart right now whippersnapper?… No that’s too easy… Stand the hell up”… Said Toby.

And after standing his just had sex naked body a few feet away from Toby, Olin said…

“Look I’m sorry you had to witness this Mr. Toby… I truly did not want you to find out about this… I am truly sorry… I saw that Miss Hurley had a problem that I thought I could fix, and… You know… You didn’t have aNeighbor Fantasywhen you were my age Mr. Toby”?…

(Writer’s Note: Here’s an extra pic… Because well… I find it interesting)

And Toby responded with a ….. stare for a few seconds, before moving his gun southward bound to his… “Popsicle and Two Scoops”…

“You got six seconds to convince me why I shouldn’t blow your nuts off whippersnapper”…

……….

“Look Toby… You haven’t been giving me what I need the last few monthsWhat do you expect a woman to do?… This ain’t the 1950’s Toby… A woman is not going to sacrifice her… Her pleasure because you refuse to do something about your problem”… Stated Miss Hurley.

“I told you that I’m having a problem getting it up because of work… I’m stressed as fuck right now… That’s what happens when you’re responsible for bringing home the eggs, the flour, and the milk”… Responded Toby.

“Fool… I make almost twice as much as you… I bring home the brisket and the oil to fry it in the pan for us to cook it… And I bring home the bread and condiments to turn it into a sandwich…”… Replied Miss Hurley.

“You know you don’t have to rip away my manhoodI’m a man, and it’s still my duty to provide for my woman… No matter what today’s society says”… Said an interrupting Toby.

“Just think if you had the same commitment to provide for your woman in another way, we wouldn’t be in this situation now would we?…

……….

Look all I ask for you is to go to the doctor and get prescribed some pills…”… Replied Miss Hurley.

“HELL NO!!!!! I’M A MAN… AND A REAL MAN DON’T NEED NO DAMN PILLS TO SATISFY HIS WOMAN”!!!!! Interrupting and simultaneously responding Toby.

And while Miss Hurley and Toby were having their dispute, Toby was ………. … Which eventually led to…

…..

And just where the hell you think you’re going whippersnapper?… Get your ass back in here”… Said Toby.

And as he – And his gun – was watching Olin make his way back to the bed, Miss Hurley said to her man…

“Let the boy go Toby… This is between us… He’s just a puppy”…

“O no… If he has the nuts to fuck my woman in my bed, then he has the nuts to face the consequences”… Replied Toby.

And seconds later…

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The Jerome and Jessica Story Chapter I: Here’s To Getting Fired

It’s just your typical day at The Gosh Darn Best Burgers Joint. The cooks were frying the burgers, fries, onion rings, and tater tots. The order takers and cashiers were taking orders and collecting the money respectively. And a couple of other workers were mopping the floor, and wiping the tables. And the Manager was doing managing shit, but for two of the employees of The Gosh Darn Best Burgers Joint, Jerome Meeks and Jessica Minks, they had had it with these typical days.

For Jerome, he started working at The Gosh Darn Best Burgers Joint two years earlier, just before his 20th birthday. He started off getting paid $7.50/hr as a cook… Who also wiped tables, mopped the floor, cleaned the restrooms, and took the trash out. The Manager (the first of six that he would see over the next two years) told him that if he worked hard, he would move up the totem pole, and make more money.

Two years later, Jerome is still just a cook… Who still also wiped tables, mopped the floor, cleaned the restrooms, and took the damn trash out for just… $7.50/hr. He went to whatever Manager was in charge at the moment to ask for a raise. And each time, he heard the same answer… We’ll get back to you. Finally, two years later – A few weeks after his twenty-first birthday -, Jerome realized that he wasn’t gonna get anywhere at the The Gosh Darn Best Burgers Joint. So he decided that he was gonna quit his job… But there was just one problem…

Now as for Jessica, her story is pretty similar to Jerome… With some differences. She started working at The Gosh Darn Best Burgers Joint two and a half years earlier, when she was twenty-one. She started off working in the back, flipping burgers, frying fries, and other foods, as well as mopping the floor, cleaning the restrooms, and taking the trash out… While making $7.50/hr. And just as the Manager said to Jerome, Jessica was told that if she worked hard enough and stayed patient, then she’ll move up the ladder, and make more money.

But unlike Jerome, Jessica did manage to get a raise. After six months of flipping burgers, she was promoted to order taker/cashier, where she got a fifty cents per hour raise. Jessica was ecstatic, and thought that eventually, she’ll be able to make decent money – For a fast food joint -, and spring board that to a good paying job. But for the past two years, she’s been stuck at $8/hr. So finally, a year after her promotion and raise, Jessica asked The Manager for a new raise.

The Manager said to her, “Didn’t you just get a raise”?

Jessica replied back to him, “Yeah, a year ago”.

“I’ll get back to you”, said The Manager.

He never got back to her.

A new manager came in and Jessica asked him for a raise, but he basically blew her off like the previous manager did. And after that manager was transferred to another location, the new manager, Mr. Armour came in. And just like she did with the previous managers, Jessica asked Mr. Armour for a raise… And he avoided giving her an answer just like the previous managers did. And she was growing more restless by the day. But eventually, Mr. Armour gave Jessica the raise she’s been asking for over a year for. He gave her a penny per hour raise. Jessica felt like that was a slap in the face. She knew she wasn’t being taken seriously, and that she would have to quit, and go work elsewhere if she was gonna give herself a better life… But there was just one problem…

Jerome and Jessica faced the same problem… The current job market. It wasn’t the height of The Great Recession, but getting a job – Even at a fast food burger joint – was still damn near impossible. There are four job applications for every job. So it would pretty much be impossible for the two to get another job. And if they did quit this job, they couldn’t get unemployment. So the two were stuck with this crappy job for a while. But there was one thing about The Gosh Darn Best Burgers Joint job that Jerome and Jessica did like… Each other.

 

Over the two years that Jerome and Jessica have been working together, they hadn’t said much to each other (except for work related stuff), but over the past month or so, Jessica has been noticing that Jerome has been checking her out. So she finally decided to approach him during their lunch break. She told him that she’s been noticing him checking her out. Jerome replied by telling Jessica that yeah he has. She then asked him why didn’t he just approach her? She doesn’t bite. Jerome pushed his shoulders up to signal to her that he didn’t know.

Anyway, Jerome and Jessica conversated about how much they were feeling each other for the next couple of minutes, before the conversation turned to how much they hated this job…

Jessica started it off by taking a look at the clock on the wall, and then stating that she has another four and a half more hours before she gets off. She went on to say that she wished that she could just quit this job, but… Bills, food, rent. You know, life shit. Jerome shared a similar sentiment, and added that he hoped to save up some money over the coming months, so he could to school and get a degree in something so he can get a real job. Jessica echoed that sentiment.

Anyway, the two conversated for a handful of more minutes before their break had concluded, but the objective of the convo had been accomplished… And that was Jerome and Jessica were mutually sexually attracted to each other. So soon thereafter, the two began a “Who can top the other” flirting game with each other…

Jerome started it off by humping a mop stick, and lip synching Trey Songz Na Na to her while they were on break. It made Jessica laugh, but she made sure to not laugh too hard, because she didn’t want to bring any attention to the situation. Anyway, she responded by picking up a french fry and licking her lips, before she placed it into her mouth and began sucking on it. Jerome just stared at Jessica, because there simply wasn’t anything he could say.

The two went back and forth with their flirtatious game, when Jerome decided to up the ante when he whipped out his dick and wiggled it for Jessica. She looked genuinely surprised at first, but eventually shot a “Boy you so crazy” smile at him, before walking away. Meanwhile, later in the day, Jerome was in the back room where the ice machine was to fill up a bucket to put in the ice machine in the front. And while he was doing that, Jessica so happened to walk in. The two stared at each other for a couple of seconds, before she walked up to his face, and kissed him. Seconds later, she turned around and slightly lowered her pants to show him her thong and cheeks, before she backed it up into his groin area. Jerome let out a gasp, before Jessica said to him,

“If you play your cards right, You’ll experience a lot more of this”…

Then she walked out the room to get back to the front area to take orders and cashier. And all Jerome could do was put some ice down his pants and get his mind back focused on the job at hand.

Now that Jerome and Jessica had made their intentions for each other very clear, they skipped most of the conversating and flirting the next day when they were on break, and went to a secluded area to make out with each other. And around a minute into their make out session, Jerome began groping Jessica’s butt, and then tried to put his hands down her pants, but she stopped him, and told him that she’s bleeding, so there would be nothing going on between them this day… But she did reach into his pants to pull his dick out to jack him off (she felt that she owed him that much since… Well… You know).

Afterwards, Jerome caught up with Jessica before they went back to work. He asked her did she still wanna get fired? She stared at him with a blank stare. So Jerome said to her that if she still did, then the two could fuck in the food preparation area, and that would definitely get them fired, and they would be able to get unemployment. Jessica shot a “Are you fucking crazy” look at Jerome, so he went on to further explain his reasoning… And that was because the Manager (Mr. Armour) and Corporate wouldn’t want the tape of the them having sex getting out. And after listening to his explanation, Jessica began to understand the method to his madness, but she still worried that Corporate would press charges against them. Jerome countered that by saying that they would want the tape of them to disappear (you don’t want footage of two people having sex where the food your customers eat is prepared at to get out to the public and become a huge media story). Then he told Jessica to think about it, and then he went back to the room where the mop and cloths were at to get back to work mopping the floor and wiping the tables.

Jessica thought about Jerome’s proposition for the remainder of the day and the following day as well, but eventually decided that she wasn’t bout that life. She hated this job, but she didn’t wanna take the chance to get in legal trouble trying to get fired.

Anyway, so a couple of more days passed and it was payday. Jessica had just finished working her regular work hours, plus two and a half hours overtime. She got her paycheck for the last two weeks of work… And once again, she was reminded about how hard she works for very little pay, when she stared at her paycheck and saw just over five hundred dollars for eighty hours of work. And then she did the math in her head about how much money she made today and this evening, and she realized that after taxes, she made only $67.20 for ten and a half hours of work. So as she stared at this paycheck while puffing on a cigarette, Jessica came to the conclusion that she had to make a change in her life, or she was gonna be stuck working this shitty minimum wage job (or others like this), and struggling for the rest of her life.

So the next day at work, Jessica had a conversation with Jerome during break. She told him that she was down for having sex in the food preparation area, and also that she was off. Then the two began planning out where they were gonna have sex at and other details.

Meanwhile, later in the night, Jerome and Jessica volunteered to close up the joint (the person who normally does it had to leave early because of an emergency), and after they had finished with all the closing up stuff, the two went back to the food preparation area. Jerome told Jessica where the cameras were located, and then they waved at one of them, before Jessica placed her hands on a counter and spread her legs. Then Jerome proceeded to walk over to Jessica to pull her pants and thong down to her knees. And after he pulled his pants and boxers down to his ankles, Jerome slid his dick into Jessica’s pussy…

And as amazingly as it sounds, Jessica was more into the sex in the beginning than Jerome was, because as soon as he entered her, she began to make loud noises from her mouth. Jerome was taken aback, because he thought she was faking it. So he told her that she didn’t have to make all those noises. That just them having sex was enough (for them to get fired). Jessica responded by telling him to shut the fuck up and just keep going in and out of her. Jerome obliged, and some minutes later, liquid began to stream from out of her pussy and down her inner thighs. And soon thereafter, Jessica squirted and let out a prolonged orgasmic noise. This turned Jerome on, and it led him to pound her pussy more fiercely until he finally was about to climax…

He pulled out of Jessica, and came on her tattoo covered lower back, and afterwards, the two panted for a handful of seconds, before she told Jerome to wipe his cum from her lower back. So he ran to the restroom to grab a couple of towels, before he returned to the food preparation area and wiped off her lower back. Then the two pulled up their clothes and got themselves situated.

About a minute and half later, Jerome grabbed a couple of styrofoam cups, and poured some root beer soda into them. Then he put a lid on the two cups and grabbed a couple of straws, before he gave one of each to her. Then he went on to say to Jessica…

“Here’s to us gettin’ fired”…

And Jessica replied back by saying, “And here’s to us gettin” unemployment”…

Jerome & Jessica clinged there styrofoam cups together in celebration, and sipped on their cups of root beer soda. Then the two left The Gosh Darn Best Burgers Joint together as she drove him to his place (he doesn’t have a car)…

Caught In The Heatwave

Summer is the season for kids to enjoy all the free time that they’ve earned from being cuked up in the education center for the past eight and a half to nine months – Unless if you’re one of the unlucky ones that’s forced to spend another six weeks there because although mom and’or dad loves you more than Piers Morgan loves interjecting himself into subjects that no one wants his opinion on, they don’t wanna deal with yo hopped on all that sugary kiddy products butt all day -, BBQ cookouts, fireworks, bikinis, and of course, so hot that you can cook an egg on asphalt weather… Which is the prequel to one of the more the most unpleasant thing about the season… Hot as the “President not grabbing that blue dress so all of that shit that happened afterward would’ve been prevented” heatwaves… Which also means that you better make sure that your method of cooling yourself doesn’t malfunction, because if it does, you’re gonna feel like …..

And that’s exactly what Cierra Varner was thinking, as she stood beside her refrigerator, drinking a glass of ice cold water that gave her a momentary relief from the hell on earth feeling that she’s been having for the past three days…

 

For the past ten days, the city of Chitroit (pronounced Psy-Troit) has been going through it’s hottest heatwave in over a century. The average temperature over the last week and a half has been one hundred and two degrees (Fahrenheit). The highest was one hundred and fourteen degrees (Fahrenheit), and the low… Just a measly ninety-six degrees (Fahrenheit). And tragically – But expected -, the heatwave has been the deadliest on record. It has already taken the lives of twenty-six people, and has sent one hundred ninety-eight others to the hospital…

So as this heatwave was a life threatening or flat out deadly experience on many citizens of Chitroit, it was just an annoying and uncomfortable experience for Cierra… But that all changed on day eight of the hell on earth heatwave, when her air conditioner went out. And she spent the next three days sweating like Brian Williams hooked up to a lie detector test

So anyway, at first Cierra tried to play it cool – Pun unintended -, by just drinking a couple of gallons of water a day, but as soon as the water went down her throat, it was going right back out through her sweat glands. Cierra also tried running a few fans at the same time, but if you know anything about running a fan in scorching weather, then you know all that does is blow the heat directly back towards to…, Which makes the situation much worse. So the only thing Cierra could do to stay – Somewhat – cool was shower every hour or two, and just wear bra and panties (Writer’s Note: I really really tried looking for an image of a sweaty woman in bra and panties, or a wet woman in bra and panties – Or even a bikini – that wasn’t explicitly sexual… But there is not one of them on the big two search engines… Guess that should tell ya somethin’ huh) for most of the time she was home (she didn’t feel comfortable walking around naked, or even topless, because there are quite a few windows in her apartment, and although they’re covered up most of the time, Cierra didn’t want to take the chance of slipping up, and having some pervert getting a peek at her body, and then posting that footage online for other perverts to get their rocks off to).

So anyway, after doing the shower every hour or two and walking around in bra and panties thing for a couple of days, Cierra thought about moving to Antarctica… If only for a few minutes. But the good news for her was that her three day hellish nightmare was about to – Mercifully – come to an end…

 

A half an hour after her moving to Antarctica fantasy thoughts, Cierra’s phone rang. It was the air conditioner man calling to tell her that he would be at her place in twenty minutes to fix the air conditioner. And after she hung up the phone, Cierra immediately went to the bathroom, hopped into the shower, and ran the cold water for the next dozen or so minutes, until her body temperature cooled down to a level she felt comfortable – Relatively speaking – with. Then she went back to the front room to wait for the Air Conditioner Man to show up…

And exactly a touchdown and two point conversion of minutes later, there was a knock on Cierra’s door, and without hesitation, she walked up to it, unlocked it, and let the person in… And it was Air Conditioner Man. And Cierra was so out of it from the heat that she didn’t realize – Or care – that Air Conditioner Man was distracted when he told her that his name is…

“Brent Norwood… And I’m here to fix your air conditioner”…

And Brent said this to Cierra as he was doing his best job to just stare at her face, but it was very hard to not try to sneak a peek at her pointy nipples, which were now very visible through her sweat drenched bra…

So anyway, after letting Brent in, Cierra walked slowly and despondently back to the table in the kitchen. And as she was doing that, her white panty briefs rode up into her crack… So much so that much of her cheeks could now be seen. And add to that that Cierra’s cheeks were gyrating back and forth so much. that you would’ve sworn for a second that you were looking at jello. And this led Brent to think of some really thirsty thoughts about Cierra’s cakes for a bit… But he’s here to do a job, and that’s what he eventually got his mind back on, as he went to the area where her air conditioner is to began fixing it…

And as Brent was fixing Cierra’s air conditioner, he frequently took a momentarily break to take a long look at Cierra’s sweaty and glistening body. And although he’s here to do a job, that was becoming a harder objective to focus on, when you come to the realization that there’s a half naked woman sitting across the room… But since Brent prides himself on being a professional, he managed his thirst level, and maintained his focus on fixing the air conditioner…

And as Brent was figuring out what the problem is with her air conditioner, Cierra was sitting on a barstool in the kitchen, roasting like a hen in the oven, when she stood up to walk five feet to the refrigerator to grab a large 32 oz cup of ice water. And she went on to drink approximately half of the water, before she lowered the cup from her mouth, stared at it for a couple of seconds, and decided to just pour the remainder of it on her head… And the water and ice traveled down her chest and torso, before she let out a loud ahhhhh sound of relief…

And this cooled Cierra down – At least temporarily – so she could feel comfortable for at least a couple of minutes… But the hotness returned with a vengeance. And to try to stave off the heat for as long as possible, she laid face down on the floor in the puddle of water to try to bring back that coolness feeling she felt minutes earlier…

And as Cierra laid there in the puddle of ice water trying to maintain some sanity, on the other side of the room was Brent. And he was thinking about how much he would really like to fuck her… How he would like to lift up Cierra’s sweaty body, and put her in the Suspended Congress position, as he fucked her senseless… And that thought made Brent’s dick shoot up like a NASA rocket on it’s way to space… But – Once again – he was able to get his mind back focused on what he’s here to do…

And finally. it took around the percentage of the number of “The Playmaker” of this past hour for Brent to fix Cierra’s air conditioner, and afterwards, he explained to her what the problem was…

“Your drain line was clogged, and that prevented the air conditioner from running… That’s gotta be cleaned out every few months, so you avoid somethin’ like this… Or even buildup that can flood your floors…”… Explained Brent.

And Cierra could care less what the explanation was. All she wanted to hear was the sound of the air conditioner working… And that’s what she said to Brent when she cut him off midway through his explanation. And literally seconds later, cool hair began flowing out of the air conditioner… And without hesitation or warning, Cierra began passionately kissing Brent… And this lasted for awhile, before Cierra realized what she was doing, and she went on to try to explain herself to him…

“I’m… I’m so sorry Mr. Air Conditioner Man… I don’t know what came over me… I just haven’t been thinking clearly the last few days”…

“I don’t know what came over you Ms. Cierra, but I would like for it to continue… And by the way, you have the most voluptuous DSL’s my lips have ever touched”… Replied Brent.

“Thank you”…  Responded Cierra.

And then she went back to kissing Brent… And the two spent the next few minutes kissing each other passionately, as they both moved their hands up and down each other’s torsos, And soon thereafter, as Cierra’s apartment got cooler, the passion between her and Brent was just heating up, as the two began removing the clothes from each other’s bodies…

(Brent unsnapped the back of Cierra’s bra… And she temporarily unhooked her hands from his back to shake the bra off, before she placed her hands back onto his back. And seconds later, Cierra reached down to Brent’s waist, to pull his navy blue shirt over his shoulder. And he helped her out by tossing it off… And finally, Brent pulled off his white A-Shirt)

… And after the two were nude from the waist up, Cierra jumped on Brent, and the two fell unto the floor…

And they continued kissing each other passionately for another couple of minutes, as Brent went on to pull Cierra’s white panty briefs down to her knees, and she in return pulled Brent’s olive green slacks down to his knees. And eventually – When kissing on her juicy lips had run it’s course -, Brent attempted to slide his as hard as “Keeping a professional sports coaching job for more than three consecutive years” dick between Cierra’s southern lips… But she stopped him when she felt the heat from his nether region hit the outside of her lips like this heatwave hit her a few days ago… Before she gave him a look, and asked him…

“You got a rubber on ya”?

“No”… Replied Brent.

(Because how many men out there expect to get some when you go fix someone’s air conditioner???)

“Be right back”… Said Cierra.

Then she got up from Brent’s waist, and quickly walked herself to her bedroom to grab a condom from her nightstand, before she just as quickly made her way back to the main room to hand Brent the rubber… And he placed the condom onto his erected dick, before Cierra finally hopped back onto his waist, to let his dick properly enter her…

 

And after taking a few seconds to get their rhythm, Cierra began bouncing up and down on Brent’s dick… Which also meant that her big 38 C titties were bouncing up and down as well. And soon thereafter, Brent decided that he wanted to get a taste of them, so he placed his lips onto Cierra’s left nipple, and sucked on it like those hidden industry fees suck on your bank account every month… And in fact, he eventually wound up giving her titty a hickey…

And Brent continued sucking on Cierra’s titties, but he was also filling up on her butt as well. So he took it up another level, by doing a combo of smacking and palming her ass,.. And the result of this was that it caused Cierra to make some satisfactory noises from her mouth

And as the extensive minutes of hot, sweaty, and physical sex had taken its tole, Cierra felt something inside the puss that she hasn’t felt in a while, so she asked Brent to…

“PULL OUT!… PULL THE FUCK OUT”!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So Brent did… And when he was fully out of her seconds later, the build up that was inside of her pussy began exploding out of her like Dutch Schultz’s factory building onto Brent’s midsection. And after she breathed heavily for a handful of seconds, Cierra realized what she had just did, so said to him…

“I’m so sorry… I didn’t mean to… You know… On you”…

“No need to apologize… I like that I got tha skillz to make a woman a lose herself on me”… Responded Brent.

And seconds later, Cierra inserted Brent’s dick back inside of her, so that he could have his orgasm…

And that would happen a few minutes later, as Brent let out a loud and prolonged moan, and within seconds, his orgasm began filling up his condom covered dick…

And afterwards, Cierra rolled off of Brent, and laid next to him, as the two took almost a minute and a half to regain their normal breathing habits. And then Cierra got up from the floor to go to bathroom… But before she arrived their, Brent said to her…

“Hey Cierra… I would like to see you again, and take you out on a date”…

“Okay… I’m down with that… You got my number… Call me”… Answered Cierra.

And Brent responded by nodding his head and smiling at Cierra, before going on to tell her

“Cool”…

And as for Cierra, although she had – Unexpectedly – enjoyed the company of Brent, she had something more important on her mind at the time….

“Hey I’ve been sweating like I’ve been in hell for the past three days, so I really need to get to the shower… So…”…

“Oh yeah, I understand… I gotta a few more air conditioners to fix myself, so I need to, you know”… Responded Brent.

And after Brent and Cierra exchanged yeahs to each other, Cierra went into the bathroom to run the shower water, before walking back into the main room to ask Brent…

Can you lock the door for me on your way out?… I reeeaally need to”…

“Yeah I got it”… Replied Brent.

And then Cierra walked back into the bathroom to take a looooong shower

(And yeah I know… A woman trusting a stranger man that she’s just met just over an hour ago to lock the door, and not try anything – Even after he’s gotten everythang – is well… Not realistic… But in a heatwave, your not really in the right frame of mind anyway. So just go with the story)

And as for Brent, after he took off the condom and threw it in the trash, he put his clothes back on, and took a deep breath, before walking out of Cierra’s front door and locking it – From the inside -, as he began making his way to his next destination to fix another air conditioner…

The Man And The Bus Driver Part I Chapter IV: Time Ta Go Praise Da Lord… But First…

(Writer’s Note: I did some A MASSIVE rewriting of this story (it pretty much doubled in size… Which is why I had to break it into four parts), so some links and references that have occurred since the original publish date of this story is now explained)

As the sun began rising on Sunday morning, Catherine began rising up herself from Richard’s broad, muscular, and slightly hairy chocolate chest. And as she began stretching her joints and limbs, the sun began blaring into her eyes, so she rolled over to her side of the bed, and that began to wake up Richard. And as he was getting his bearings together, he asked her…

“What time is it”?…

Catherine took a quick look at the clock, before replying…

“Six thirty”…

So then Richard stretched and yawned for a handful of seconds, before asking Catherine…

“Can I use your bathroom”?…

“It’s the last door on the left”… Replied Catherine.

So Richard got up from out of the bed to stretch and yawn… And as he was doing this, Catherine stared at the fullness that is Richard’s nude body

His approximate six feet one inches tall, muscular… But meaty chest and torso region… And that same description can be said about his thighs as well. So basically, Richard has the body of an NFL fullback… With some extra meat on him…

And shortly after this, when Richard turned around to walk out of the bedroom to go to the bathroom, Catherine got to view the large tattoo that covered a super majority of his back (Writer’s Note: This ain’t the tattoo that I will eventually pick, but after going through the search engines for around thirty minutes, this is the one that will do for now) and also, she got to enjoy the sight of watching Richard’s cheeky butt (Writer’s Note: You wouldn’t believe how hard it is to find pics of black men’s butts (it took me almost an hour to find one I like)… But you Google “Black Women’s Butt”, and that’s a different story… And also, if you wanna see black dick picks… Well…) wiggle in a way that women enjoy that’s hard for a man to explain (and if you’re wondering if this sentence is a bunch of …… Because I couldn’t think of a way to explain a man’s butt in a sexy way at the current moment, then you would be 💯 percent ……), as she smiled and thought naughtily about it…

And she would continue to lay in her bed for just under another minute continuing to have thoughts about Richard’s sexiness, before she got up, stretched out her nude body, and bent down to pick up her black dress, and other clothing paraphernalia (bra and panties, pumps, earrings) that she had slipped off before her night of passion. And as she was focused on picking those items up, Richard had made his way back to the bedroom… And he was welcomed to the luscious sight of Catherine’s juicy ass still bent over. So he said to her…

“Damn… You can bring Benzino and Steebie J back together with an ass like dat”!…

And Catherine was startled for a quick second, before she resumed picking her clothes up and hanging them in the closet…

And after she had finished with that bit of business, Catherine turned back around to the sight of Richard staring at her like the “YOU LIKE THAT” QB stares down the receiver who doesn’t run through the tape, so she was like…

“What”?…

“Just stay like that for a minute”… Replied Richard.

And as Catherine stood there like she was an art exhibit (Writer’s Note: Here’s another interesting artistic pic) Richard looked her up and down, until he noticed…

“You have an interesting belly button ring… So what made you get it”?…

“Honestly… It’s a long story, but the bite size version is around a decade or so ago, me and my best friend Sharice were out partyin’ and gettin’ high and shit, when we decided to get some tats and piercings… This is when I got this ankle tat right here…

But anyway, Sharice and I were debatin’ on what kind of piercing to get… I wanted a clit piercing, but she didn’t. And she wanted a tongue piercing, but I was like “Hell ta da naw”… So we compromised on a navel piercing…

And I forgot how we came upon those rings, but we both liked the set… She got the “Best” bud and I got the “Buds” bud… And it felt really dope and fresh when we first got them, but after a couple of years, it felt played out like 106 & Park after AJ and Free

(Writer’s Note: Another pic… Well because… And another pic… Ya know… Because)

… So we took them out…

But eventually, we came back around to liking them. It felt unique again. So overall, I’m glad we got them”… Replied Catherine.

And this led to a lengthy convo between the two about their various body art, before she began to feel some stomach pains, which signaled to her that it was time to go get something to eat. So Catherine went to put on her “Around the house” robe… Which is a satin chiffon material, lime green color – With – melon and light blue  designed flowered robe.

And afterward, she asked Richard…

“You want somethin’ to eat”?…

“Yeah… After a long night, I’ve gained an appetite”… Replied Richard.

So the two soon thereafter made their way to the kitchen and dining area. Then Catherine went into the fridge to grab some sausage and eggs, before making her way to the stove to fry them. And while that was occurring, Catherine went into her food pantry cabinet to grab a bag of flour, a container of baking powder, salt, a bag of frozen blueberries, a half dozen eggs, and buttermilk, before heading back to the counter to combine the desired amounts that were needed to make blueberry pancakes…

And around a quarter of an hour later, Catherine had concluded making breakfast. And to go with the sausage, eggs, and pancakes, she also poured a couple of glasses of orange juice for herself and Richard as they ate and conversated for around five-sixths of the following half hour, before she looked at the clock and saw that it was seven-thirty. So she said to Richard…

“Lord look at the time… I gotta get ready for church”…

“It’s that late already?… I gotta get to my moms’ house, so I can take her to church”… Replied Richard.

And although she didn’t say this to Richard, Catherine thought to herself…

“A man who takes his mother to church… Lord Jesus YAAS… This man maybe a keeper”!…

So soon thereafter, Richard put the remaining of his clothes and shoes on, before he began walking to Catherine’s front door. And Catherine joined him seconds later, And he went on to tell her that…

“I really  enjoyed our date… And ya know… The after date as well… We should do this again at some point”…

Before he gave Catherine a what was suppose to be a short kiss on the cheek… But he underestimated the sweetness of her skin, so he kept his lips on her cheeks for a bit longer, until he began to have tingling hormonal feelings inside of himself. So he moved his lips from Catherine’s cheek to her lips, as he laid down a long, passionate, and juicy kiss on her…

And as the two got more into their making out session by wrapping their arms around each other and by playing a more aggressive version of “I declare thumb war” with their lips, Richard untied Catherine’s robe, and began sucking on her milk chocolate skinned neck, and shortly thereafter, her 40DD’s, as she began gasping in a pleasured tone…

And as she got more weak in the knees as the seconds ticked away, Richard guided her to the floor, as he spread the lime, melon, and light blue flowered robe as wide open as when you’re being guarded by James Harden. And then he pulled his pants and underwear down to his ankles, before he inserted his now as “Hard as a group firefighters doing a photoshoot” dick into Catherine’s awaiting pussy. And then the two resumed where they left off last night…

As he aggressively went in and out of her like a pride of “This is my only realistic shot at getting something of value for myself and/or my family this year because of a crushing economic system that has very little no value of me” shoppers looking for deals on Black Friday (Writer’s Note: Because it’s the internet people, of course a majority of the comments are classist, fatphobic, and of course everyone’s fave …… … But some comments actually brought a very interesting “Opportunity” for a group of people we don’t want to have these type of opportunities that I haven’t thought of)… And Catherine’s reaction was to just close her eyes and take it in like the citizens of South Florida take in the beautiful sunny weather on most days…

And as the minutes progressed, and the fluid in his family jewels traveled up to his shaft, Richard could feel that he was about to climax sooner than later. So after a couple of more raw strokes, he pulled out of Catherine for good, and held his dick a couple of inches above her lower stomach and naval area… Before a handful of seconds later, the cum began oozing out of it, and unto Catherine’s lower stomach and into her innie belly button and as well as on her “Buds” belly button ring…

 

And after his hand had rung out all the male sexual fluid that was in him, Richard dropped down onto Catherine for a few seconds, before rolling over beside her to lay there for a couple of minutes… And then he remembered that he had to get over to his moms house, so he got up and put his clothes back on, before he asked Catherine…

“You know what time the bus shows up”?…

“Sweetie it’s Sunday… Don’t no bus come out here… I can take you to your mother if you want”?… Replied Catherine.

“I mean you gotta get ready for church…  And that can take awhile”…

Catherine gave Richard a side eye look for that comment…

“It takes my mom an hour and a half, two hours to get ready, and I know how much you ladies love to show out for da lord… Like it’s the black woman’s New York Fashion Week“… Said Richard.

Catherine nodded her head and said…

“Well”…

So yeah… I’ll just get a ride on Voidshade…

“Well aight then”… Said Catherine.

So Richard made his way to the front door, and Catherine once again joined him… But this time, she had disrobed, and now was in the complete chocolate nude…

“Well… I guess I’ll see you on the bus tomorrow huh”?… Said Richard.

“Yeah”… Replied Catherine.

Then Richard opened the door to leave as Catherine closed and locked the door. And afterward, she made her way to the bathroom to take a shower and begin the process of getting ready for a Sunday service that she’ll be most definitely praising the Almighty……….

The Man And The Bus Driver Part I Chapter III: Good Ole Fashion Black Lovin’

(Writer’s Note: I did some A MASSIVE rewriting of this story (it pretty much doubled in size… Which is why I had to break it into four parts), so some links and references that have occurred since the original publish date of this story is now explained)

When they arrived at her place, Catherine said to Richard…

“So you can come in if ya want…”…

And Richard – Of course – accepted that invite…

And after they had gone into her townhouse, Catherine and Richard went to go sit on her couch to stretch and put there feet up – In a metaphoric sense – for a few minutes, before she got up and said to him…

“If you’ll excuse me, but I’m kinda thirsty, so I’m goin’ to the kitchen to get me somethin’ to drink… You want anything while I’m up”?…

“No, not really…

Well maybe a glass of water”… Answered Richard.

So Catherine went to the kitchen and grabbed something to drink and a couple of glasses from one of the cabinets, before returning back to the front room…

“Um after looking for a couple of minutes, I realized that I’m out of water, so I grabbed a bottle of Merlot Red wine… Is that cool”?… Catherine Asked to Richard.

“Yeah… Sure… A friend of mine told me a while back that red wine is more healthier for you than water anyway”… Responded Richard.

“Yeah… Especially tonight”… A smirking Catherine Replied.

And after uncorking the bottle, Catherine filled the two glasses up at approximately the level of the greatest scoring performance – THAT’S ACTUALLY ON VIDEO – in the history of the put the ball through the net sport, as she and Richard sipped on the red wine, while staring at each other with a seductive look for the next couple of minutes…

And Then Richard went in and began kissing and sucking on Catherine’s neck like he was Maximilian and she was the underrated “Mainstream underrated” Rita Veder for a bit. And Catherine responded by closing her eyes, taking a deep breath, and taking it all in like D’Angelo was personally singing “Brown Sugar” and “How Does It Feel” to her…

And as her body temperature rose, and the important parts of her body – For this particular situation – firmed up and moistened, Catherine grabbed Richard’s face and told him to…

“Kiss me”!…

So he took his mouth, teeth, and lips off her neck, and brought them slightly northward to her mouth, and the two began passionately kissing each other… As Catherine’s juicy as Mtume lips and Richard’s thick and full-bodied lips locked together to produce a (insert two people from Love & Hip Hop Atlanta) level fireworks…

And as the two got more and more into each others lips, and the saliva exchanged from one to the other and then back to the original recipient,  Richard began pulling the straps that were on Catherine’s shoulders down her arms as he tried his damndest to get that black maxi dress off her… And after allowing him to do this for a few handfuls of seconds, Catherine stopping kissing Richard’s thick lips to place her right index finger on those full-bodies lips, before proceeding to say to him…

“Follow me to the bedroom…”…

Then Catherine grabbed Richard’s hand, and led him to her bedroom… Where they resumed locking lips as they began taking off each other’s clothes and other paraphernalia. And eventually, when the two were in the nude, both Catherine and Richard got onto her bed and kissed for around a half minute or so, before she reached for her dresser that’s right beside her bed to grab a rubber. She then handed it to Richard, and he slipped it on… Before proceeding to to ask her…

“Top or bottom”?…

“I’m a cowgirl, so I like ta ride”… Replied Catherine.

So Richard laid on his back as Catherine proceeded to get on top of him, and slowly she allowed his well endowed dick to enter her, “It’s been way too long since I’ve had some meat inside of me” pussy. And then Catherine began slowly riding Richard to get a rhythm… And as each stroke progressed, she let more of the enjoyment part of her brain take over from the thinking part… And with that, her gorgeous and voluptuous 40DD breasts began jiggling up and down (Writer’s Note: XXX version… And BBW Black BBW XXX Softcore version) like they were the stocks of Enron and Worldcom in the early 2000’s… And this made Richard even more titillated, so he responded by placing his hands on those voluptuous titties, and palming trying to palm them like Kawhi Leonard palms a basketball for a fortnight or so of very intense strokes…

And although feeling on Catherine’s voluptuous titties was very fulfilling, Richard wanted a taste of those chocolate round mounds, so he tried to moving his head forward towards them, but with his current position, that wasn’t gonna happen, so he told Catherine…

“Move towards me”…

And once Catherine did that, her chocolate round mounds were all up on his face like brown on peanut butter…

And as Richard alternated between breathing and tasting both of the chocolate round mounds, Catherine responded by getting far more aggressive with her riding da cowboy, as she began putting her back and ass into it (Writer’s Note: You probably want the “Explicit” version now dontcha?…)… And Richard made a, “Can I handle all this” look for a couple of seconds, before quickly adjusting and responding by forcefully smacking Catherine’s ass

And as the seconds turned into minutes, and the heat between them led to the perspiration that was dripping off their bodies, Richard and Catherine were also making noises of pleasure, and eventually those noises intensified as she got more creamy, and he was ready to release his cream… And as Richard spent the next minute and a half going in and out of Catherine, his dick swoled as the cream slowly made its way up his shaft. And eventually, he took a deep breath… And it all released into the protective rubber layer that is broadly known as a condom…

And since Richard had reached his climax, he stopped penetrating and just laid on the bed… But Catherine hadn’t reached her peak yet, so she kindly suggested to him…

“Richard… Nigga… I’m not there yet… Let a bitch get her nut off”!…

So Richard went back to stroking Catherine Down for a bit… But he soon stopped because he wanted to give her his best shot. So he grabbed Catherine by the hips and flipped her over so that she was now on the bottom. And Catherine was like, “WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK“… In her mind, because she too discombobulated to utter anything… And before she could process another thought, Richard plunged his not fully erected, but still pretty damn hard dick into her creamin’ pussy…

And Catherine egged Richard on with her voice and shortness of breath for the next few minutes, before finally achieving the “Big O” herself…

And after laying on top of her for a minute and change kissing her juicy lips, Richard got off Catherine to lay next to her. And both he and she laid there for a couple of minutes, before she moved her hands south to his now limp dick. And she had forgotten that Richard still had the rubber on. so she peeled it off and was amazed by the amount of nut that was in it. So she said to him…

“I know it’s been a while for me, but how long has it been for you”?…

Catherine then tossed the used rubber in the trash bin that’s right next to the bed

And after rolling back over onto the bed, she placed her head on Richard’s slightly hairy, but mostly smooth chest, as she felt the heartbeat rhythms of his still comin’ down from an orgasm body…

And soon thereafter, Richard began caressing Catherine’s face and hair, as he began humming some rhythmic noise for both of them to listen to… And quite a few minutes later, Catherine said to Richard…

“Thank you for giving me the best night I’ve had since I can remember Richard… I forgot how good a man can make you feel”…

“Well to be honest with ya Catherine, I’ve had few more enjoyable nights myself”… Replied Richard.

And with that being said, Catherine continued to lay her head on Richard’s chest for some time, before asking him to grab the remote that’s on top of her drawer. And when he handed it to her, she turned on the stereo that’s nearby to a slow jamz channel. and the two laid there listening to some music as Richard continued to caress her face and hair, as well as adding her butt to the rotation. And they went on to kiss and make out for a few jamz, before they eventually fell asleep…