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Never Seen a Grown Man Cry

It was a cool spring day, and Camera White was on her way to the Sunoco on Third st. to pick up  a couple of swishers, and a box of Black &  Milds. Early evening had just set in, and the parking lot was empty. At least that’s what Camera thought until a Crème color Lexus Coupe Pulled into the parking lot, and came to a screeching halt right in front of her. A tall dark man hopped out the car then pressed a pistol dead straight to the middle of Camera’s forehead.

                “Wha-What’s going on?” Camera stuttered.

                “Bitch get into the car.” The dark man said. Not having all day, Alexandre was frustrated. He was upset because the first woman he gave his heart to had just had a threesome with another woman, and some lame ass nigga. Alexandre felt like he had found one of the villains who had tore his marriage apart, and shattered his heart the night before. The man was devastated, and he was looking for the woman who done it so he could shed her blood on his hands.

“Where were you last night?” Alexandre asked Camera.

She busted out laughing as Alexandre began questioning her like he was a cop. He couldn’t believe she had the audacity to burst out laughing, don’t this bitch know she ruined my muthafuckin’ life, he thought to himself. Camera told him that she was out drinking, and smoking at the small festival they had over at Riverview Park yesterday.

                “Did you have your hair in a ponytail yesterday?” Alexandre questioned Camera as he un-cocked his gun so he could stick it down into the armrest of his car. He was beginning to believe her innocence. But, putting his gun away was the biggest mistake Alexandre ever made. He had already began falling for Camera’s soft spoken voice, her glistening brown eyes, and her full pink lips. Her lips along had already began to put a slight bulge in his pants. Camera on the other had was infuriated that she had just had a gun pressed to her temple, and at how the fool  had decided to question what type of hairstyle she had yesterday. What the fuck type of questioning was that when a nigga had your life hanging in the balance, she thought to herself. But, she had decided to exact her revenge on him. She offered him a piece a gum as a excuse to go in her purse to retrieve her stun gun.  Then she put it to his neck, and out of the corner of Alexandre’s eyes it appeared to be a cell phone. So, he calmly asked her to remove that shit from his person.

                Camera told him he had better start explaining himself quickly, or some mother would be receiving her son back body bag, and toe tagged. He didn’t take her seriously and done what she had just done a few seconds earlier; he busted out laughing, and before long tears were running from his eyes. “What did I do to that bitch for her to fuck me over?” Alexandre said as he rubbed his eyes. But, rubbing his eyes didn’t stop  the flowing  of tears from his eyes as he continued. “We had a nice apartment building. I took care of her two boys, and made sure she had everything she wanted. The one baby I have with her, has everything a little girl could want. I risked my ass for Vivian.

                Camera said, “Who is Vivian, and what the fuck does she have to do with you sticking a fuckin’ gun to my head?”

                  Alexandre looked at her, smirked, and spoke as she lowered the stun gun to her lap, “Aint you the woman who partook in the threesome with my wife and her other man last night?” Camera broke out in a serious grin until laughter exploded from deep within her belly.  Then she said, “I believe you have me mistaken with someone else. Alexandre began to deeply assess Camera’s facial features, and tried to remember what the bitch who wrecked his home looked like. He realized he had only looked at her physique and skin tone before jumping to conclusions. But, there was something about her that made him feel her words were sincere when she gave her alibi, and said that he had her mistaken. Alexandre began to stare at Camera while thinking, she is beautiful.  Then reality set in that he had just lost his wife, and was not ready to let another bitch get next to him. But he couldn’t help but ask her, “What are you doing for the rest of the day, and why don’t you let me make this up to you?”

                She looked at him to see if he was serious, and finally noticed how sexy he was; Alexandre had to be about 6’7, he was bald head, his face contained no hair, and he had some sexy hazel eyes. Currently his smile revealed curiosity, hope, and the deepest set of pretty dimples Camera had ever seen.  Deep in her heart she knew the man was hurt, and could use a shoulder to cry on, or an ear to vent in. So she turned to him, and told him her name, “I’m Camera. What’s your name?”

                “I’m Alexandre, and I’m glad I have the pleasure of being in your presence.” Then they both busted out in side hurting laughter while both of them thought about how they were going to fuck one another up earlier.  After he composed himself he said, “I could use some company for the rest of the day. What do you have planned?”

                After Alexandre had just held her at gunpoint, Camera couldn’t believe he had the nerve to actually ask her out, but as she was looking in his eyes her panties got wet, and she couldn’t help saying, “I’m spending it with you.”

                Then she said, “Hold on. I’m about to go into the store to get a couple of swishers, and a box of blacks.”

                “Okay.” Alexandre responded. “I hope you don’t want to run out the back door on me. How about we put the party on you and I pay for the rest of the date.”

                Camera quickly corrected him, “Who said I’m trying to go on a date with you? How you know I’m not just trying to lift your spirits up?” Then she waited a few seconds for him to respond, but he just broke out smiling, and she turned to walk into the store.  Camera was wearing a Sean John Crochet dress with some black Baby Phat jelly sandals. On her arm she wore a black and white Aaliyah airbrushed purse, and her hair was in a sleek ponytail that came midway down her back. But, all Alexandre thought was that ass so big, round, and juicy she could literally sit a crown on top of it. He had  put Vivian completely out of his mind. He was still watching Camera as she went up to the counter to make her purchases. As she exited out the store and headed towards Alexandre’s car; Camera licked her lips from top to bottom as she made eye contact with Alexandre.  Then Camera hopped in the passenger side of the car, and wanted to make idle conversation.  But what was a woman to say to her “date” after he had just held her at gunpoint.  Shit, Camera thought to herself, I just had a moment of temporary insanity my damn self. I was fixing to zap his ass. As she picked up a piece of Alexandre's mail Camera noticed that he evidently lived in Centerville off of Alex Bell road, the name of the apartments were called the Hillside Court Apartments. She herself had never seen that side of town although she knew that it was a nicer area than where she stayed.

                 Camera had never seen the outside of roach-ville  about five minutes away from the Sunoco off Riverview Ave. She was an extremely dark skinned young lady, 150 pounds, and 5 foot even. Anytime Camera was insulted about her color she would just think to herself, I’m sweet, and my pussy is sweeter.

                So Camera never worried about her skin tone, or her weight. In fact her curves were one of her greatest assets, along with her pearly white teeth smile, and her long naturally curly hair. As Camera looked out the window after she finished rolling the weed up, she thought about the fact that this man had to have money, and how she was struggling with her hand to her mouth literally. Camera thought about using this man, but quickly niched the idea when she thought about why she had just had a gun to her head. She knew the penalty for dealing with him on a shady level would be death, and wasn’t willing to risk being the next woman to break his heart.

Her, and Alexandre were still riding around in his Lexus silently as she thought about how long her, and her great grandmother had been living off Riverview. Her own granny had died in a tragic accident in front of her face, and her mother went on a strange date years prior with a man who promised to take good care of her for the evening. But, oddly enough the man turned up on the news in a police shootout that resulted in his death, and no one could find a trace of Camera’s mother when she was just eight years old. Her only surviving family was her great grandmother, and Camera was truly heartbroken cause even at a young age she understood that Teresa, her great grandmother, was way too old, and tired to raise her. But, Teresa made a fool out of her great grand baby’s notion about that. She reverted back to the old days of scrubbing floors, cleaning houses, and cooking meals for the white people.  What was even more shocking was that Teresa was still selling her baked goods. She would send them up in price when the economy would send the prices of her materials sky high. Camera didn’t t want for anything, her g.g. checked her homework every day, and her Sundays were spent free with her only great grandchild. She seen to it that Camera made it through school, excelled, and turned into a beautiful young woman; who even attended college, and finished with honors. But, lately Teresa was looking worn out, and fidgeting anytime she seen Camera. Camera thought she was sick, and always dreamed the same dream she had when she was a little girl; get her g.g. out the hood, and let her retire. Little did she know while Camera was struggling to save money to achieve that goal, Teresa held a secret from Camera for the last five years that would surely break her great-grandbaby’s heart.

                As Camera continued to think about what appeared to be her g.g’s ailing health Alexandre broke her out her thoughts, “Girl that blunt been rolled. When you gonna spark that bitch?”

                Camera said, “Oh, I was just thinking.” Then she rooted around in her pockets for her lighter, and blazed up. As she inhaled the smoke she said, “So what was your marriage like before last night?” He told her the good, and then went into detail of what happened the night prior. Alexandre told her how his wife was down on her knees with a man behind her knockin’ the pussy out.  Next he talked about how the other woman was in front of her licking the front of his woman’s clit. He then looked at Camera with rage in his eyes as they continued to pass the blunt before telling her the rest, “My six year old little girl had cartons blaring in her room, and she came out the minute I shouted, “What the fuck is going on up in here?” He told Camera how he ordered his little lady back to her room. After Alexandre heard his daughter  close the door that’s when he commenced to whoop some ass. Reality set in when he threw  the man who was hitting his wife from behind. Low and behold, the man had a dick and balls; but what  made Alexandre was sick to his stomach was the factor that the man had breasts that were bigger than his wife’s.  He, and Camera both busted out laughing when Alexandre told her how glad he was when he noticed the man's Adams apple. Otherwise he would’ve had to stop his arm mid-swing. He refused to hit a woman, he decided that he would just fill them up with holes. By then his daughter was screaming, “Daddy please don’t hurt him” But, those words seemed to fall on what appeared to be Alexandre’s eat ears. He turned to look for the woman who was half his agony, but Vivian’s bitch was already gone. He put his pistol back in his waistband, and was ready to talk to Vivian as he admired his handiwork. However, she had run to the kitchen to retrieve a butcher knife. He didn’t feel like fighting no more so he just turned, and walked out the door. After Alexandre was done telling Camera what had happened he turned towards her, and said, “I’m sorry about what I done to you earlier. I thought you was that woman, and I have been rolling around all day trying to find peace. But, I simply wanted revenge.”

                Camera said, “I understand now, and I forgive you. I would’ve been pissed to. Aids run rampant, and when you mess around you get burnt.”

Then she asked him what he did for a living. He looked at her, and kept it gutter, “Robbery, home invasions, pharmaceuticals, and a little murder for higher.” She looked at him with a stone faced, a look that said you can’t be serious, but she softened back up when he spoke of his legal job at G.M., told her he had plenty of investments, and was ready to leave the streets. Camera seen potential in him, and was praying that he wouldn’t go back to his wife so his life would include her. From her standpoint, Vivian had fucked up a good thing, didn’t deserve Alexandre, and she planned to show the hoe that one woman’s trash was truly another woman’s treasure. He told her how people took money from him quicker  than he could make it. Of course Vivian was the main one, and he just couldn’t say no to her. Alexandre had met her at the Dayton Gold club; a low –scale strip club located on North Dixie.  At the time Vivian was only working at the club so that she could pay her way through school at the down-town campus of Miami Jacob’s, and keep a roof over her and her boys heads. Her debt was steady accumulating due to the fact that the school had misled her to believe that she was receiving financial aid. However, the application that Vivian originally filled out was really for various student loans.  That was one of the conversations that Vivian, and Alexandre had when she finally gave him the time of day. 

Vivian was not one of the strippers looking for a handout from a man. He finished up his memory of how he got into this shit as he pulled into the parking lot of the State liquor store on Salem Ave.

                “What do you like to sip on?” Alexandre questioned.

                “Get me some Patron please.” Camera’s mind was still on his illegal professions. Although Teresa had kept her sheltered,even at her current age of twenty-three; they livened in the ghetto, and she was not illiterate to the streets. Alexandre was sexy, and her heart went out to him. But there were three things she didn’t like about him; he was still married, he had a child, and she knew that trouble would always lurk around him.  Alexandre was in, and out the liquor store in a few seconds. He gave Camera the fifth of Patron, and handed her another box of blacks. He pulled into the parking lot of Taco Bell. They concealed the bottle, exited the car, and entered the establishment.  Both of them ordered a combo, and Camera asked for two empty cups as well. Just as soon as the attendant handed her the cups Camera went, and found them an empty space in a back booth . Then she pulled out the bottle of Patron filled booth cups up halfway up , and pushed one across the table to Alexandre as he sat down with their food. Camera had endured a long week at her job, and a good stiff drink was what she needed. In fact she had just been held at gun point, and was out with her perpetrator. She felt as if she had lost her gotdamn mind. But, she kept her cool as they talked, laughed, drank, and ate.

                Before they could finish their meal Alexandre’s phone rung, and he answered, “ Yeah I’m ready dawg.”  He hung up, and told Camera he needed to go make some moves. He asked her where she stayed.

                Camera responded by saying, “The pink and white house on Riverview Avenue across the street from the park.

                When Alexandre pulled up in front of the house that Camera pointed to, it was as if he had seen a ghost, and he realized that baby Camera had truly grown up. His memory instantly traveled to the international news briefs of when Camera’s mother Vershena came up missing. As he looked into Teresa’s eyes his mind really ventured. He wondered if her great-granny had told her about her mother being present at the Argosy five years ago as well as what he, and Vershena shared. Alexandre was skeptical about giving Camera his phone number. But, he did so, and told her to hit him up the next day

All Shit is Due to Hit the Fan

                As soon as Camera stepped through her door all hell broke loose. “Where the fuck do you know that sorry ass nigga Alexandre from?”  Teresa questioned.

                “I met him at the Sunoco on Third.” Camera said.  Teresa’s face resembled that of a cat covering up her own shit. She knew that “Dre”  was notorious for causing havoc in the streets. That was the last man she wanted for her baby. Also, she knew that Dre  had witnessed her cutting Camera’s biological mother a new asshole on the Argosy Casino boat. She had found out the bitch was still alive that day, and was pissed that she had abandoned Camera. Teresa approached Vershena that day, and looked at how shitty her used to be beautiful granddaughter now looked. She had just won a shit load of money on a slot machine, and couldn’t believe her eyes as Sheena stared at her looking lost. Her grandmother was the last person she expected to see. Not to mention Vershena had just ran into Alexandre and, and showed him a picture of a boy who looked like he had shitted him out himself. But, never did she expect to see the grandmother who didn’t acknowledge that her man was fucking her while  her grandmother was at work.

Teresa had been prepared to just walk past her granddaughter, and get a drink. But Vershena just had to taunt her, and say, “Wasn’t it nice sharing a man grandmother?”  Teresa pulled her blade from her jet black hair, and quickly cut her granddaughter in several different areas. Alexandre, and several others watched in either awe, or horror at how the old woman who was so skilled at using the small utensil. No one could say a word as they made a quick exit. But, Alexandre knew the old woman was gangster, and not to be fucked with. He asked around till he found answers as to who she was. He would often see Teresa, and Camera out when Camera had just graduated high school, hoping that he would get a glance at his own child with them. But, he didn’t want his infidelity to get back to his wife so he never said anything. Back then Camera was dressed down in dirty clothes with ran over shoes, and she wasn’t the beauty she was today.  Never in a million years did he think he would be interested in her. But, here it was that Teresa was afraid that he would expose her secret. She felt that if anyone should tell Camera, it should come from her. At the time she had first discovered her granddaughter was still alive, she felt that Camera was grown, and wasn’t missing anything. As she stood in the living room coming up with reasons Camera shouldn’t date Alexandre,  Camera dismissed what she had to say cussed her out for the first time ever, and ran to her room to turn in for the night. Teresa knew right then and there that her life had turned into a time bomb that was just waiting to explode. Damn you Alexandre, she thought to herself. She knew that all shit was due to hit the fan sooner or later.

Queen of the City for the Day

                Camera contacted Alexandre around the middle of the day just as she had promised. He told her to throw on anything, and be ready in fifteen minutes. Then he hung up the phone in her ear. Camera was infuriated that he had the audacity to hang-up on her. She made a mental note to cuss his ass out just as soon as she seen him. But, Camera quickly did as she was told. She was relieved to see Teresa talking to Alexandre as she descended their stairs. Then her face lit up at the sight of him in a black tux.

                But, if his car speaker’s could echo their words instead of Dr. Dre’s  Nothing But A G Thang Camera would’ve been devastated, and floored. They were talking about Camera’s mother still being alive. Both had different opinions on the subject; Teresa wanted to know could he keep a secret, and he wanted to know how she had kept it a secret for so long. As Alexandre seen Camera walk up behind Teresa, he winked his eye to bring their conversation to an end. Even on a rough day Camera was still beautiful to him. The smile on Alexandre’s face let it be known that it was time for Teresa to move on to what it was she had to do for the day.

                “What’s up baby?” Alexandre greeted Camera.

                “I’m cool. How are you Alexandre?”

                “I’m great. But, you can  call me Dre from now on.”
                They rode in silence as they listened to music, and enjoyed the weather. Camera got excited as Alexandre pulled into the parking  lot of Karina’s Euro Style;  a full service salon for men, and women. He then handed her a grand and told her, “Enjoy yourself. There’s plenty more where that came from. I’m fixing to go do something to my car, and I’ll be back. Four hours later he returned, and handed her a bag that covered a beautiful sequined beaded Vera Wang dress, then he passed her a box that contained some matching shoes. He told her, “Go get dressed I’ll be right here.” When she exited the dressing room everyone in the salon clapped in approval. She smiled, and they left. When she got outside she walked to a car identical to Alexandre’s , but he pulled her over to the cream color stretch limo Escalade, and helped her in. They cuddled up, and rode quietly in their own thoughts up the street. Each one of them was thinking about how quickly they were falling for one another.

                Camera broke the silence, and said, “Thank you for everything. I really enjoyed the massage. I’ve worked in massage therapy for the past couple of years, and I’ve never had the pleasure of enjoying one.”

                “Word,” Dre questioned. “Where did you go to school for it at?”

                “I got my associates degree in massage therapy at Sinclair Community College.” The limo rode past Target near the Dayton Mall, and kept straight until it made a left into a parking lot with two different restaurants. One of them was a sports bar, and the other one was Jay Alexanders. The limo pulled into the parking lot of the latter, and Camera was thrilled to see the inside of it; the place was dimly lit, and romance was in the air. They were quickly seated, and both decided to order a shot of Whiskey. Camera looked at the prices of the food on the menu. Everything sounded good, but it was an expensive place, and she didn’t want to seem like a gold-digger. So she ordered a plate of chicken fingers with an array of different sauces. Alexandre on the other hand ordered a 16oz cut of medium well prime rib, and a fully loaded baked potato for dinner.  For an appetizer he ordered a shrimp cocktail. They shared the shrimps, and each of them ordered another shot of Whiskey. Camera was getting tipsy, and praying he wasn’t the type of man to try and take advantage of her just because he had spent some dough on her. The food arrived shortly after they finished their second shots. Alexandre switched plates with her, and Camera smiled. He said, “I figured you didn’t order what you truly wanted. But, if you like we can share it all.”

                “Thank you.” Camera said as she began to cut into the rib. The first bite damn near melted in her mouth. The next bite, she cut and fed to Dre. Throughout the rest of their dining experience they fed each other. On the ride back to Camera’s place Dre kissed her, and that was all either of them remembered about the ride. They loved what they felt, and hardly ever came up for air. He rubbed on her body, but  never touched her vagina. The only thing that stopped them from kissing five minutes before pulling up in front of her house was when the driver turned on Fat Joe’s ‘I Won’t Tell’; they both started singing, and dancing. When they pulled up to her house Dre told her to wait, and went around to retrieve something from the front. He returned to her, and handed her a balloon that contained all types of Hershey’s candy, and a bear tall as her was holding it. She said thanks, “How did you know Hershey’s is my favorite.”

                He responded, “I had help from a little old lady that loves you.”

                “My grandmother told you?” she questioned

                “Yeah.” Alexandre said. Then he went on to tell her he should have his signed divorced papers in a couple of days. Of course neither one of them noticed that his soon to be ex-wife had been following them all day. He helped her out the limo kissed her goodnight, and she went in the house. She greeted her g.g., held up the balloon, said thank you, and went upstairs. Alexandre had made her feel like a queen for a day, and she hoped it wasn’t the end of it.

A Month Later

                Camera, and Dre were spending everyday together. Just as soon as she would get off work at Square One Salon on Fifth street, he would come, and pick her up bearing gifts, and on her days off he would administer her driving lessons. It was something that she wished she could’ve avoided. One day she finally told him why she hated driving. “ One day I was in the car with my granny, and she opened the door to throw away some trash in the back alley’s Dempsey Dumpster. I assume she thought the car was in park. But, when she went to put the trash in the dumpster the car started rolling, and she tried to stick her leg back in the car as she closed the door. Her attempt was way too late; my grandmother’s leg was amputated by the door.”  She further went on to tell him how she was only six, but fought to shift gears so the car wouldn’t move anymore.  “Instead I had to throw on the emergency brake to stop the car. Then I got out the car, and ran to tell my great-grandmother what happened.  She called an ambulance, but by the time it got to the house,  my granny was gone.”

Dre didn’t know what to say, and told her to keep trying at her own pace. Then he kissed away all the tears that ran down her face. He hated that she had suffered through all of this pain in her short twenty-three years, and hoped that he wouldn’t cause her anymore. Also, he now hated the secrets he withheld from her, and swore that if they ever surfaced he would kill her mother, and his son to keep from harming Camera. That’s how much he loved her. Dre had a lot on his plate. His wife had cleaned out all of his accounts, maxed out all of their credit cards, and cleaned out their apartment. Then she left the signed divorced papers in the center of the apartment’s floor with a note that read: Me, and our daughter have left the state, and won’t be coming back. In my eyes our marriage has been over,  and we will never return to you.” He began missing in action in Camera’s life because he truly felt broke without his daughter. The money didn’t do anything to hurt his pockets. He contacted Camera after a week of this behavior, and told her that he would be by to get her. She said okay. But, she was pissed, and wanted answers. Dre drove up in an Escalade that matched the color of the limo they had ridden in on the first date that had a bow on top.  He handed her the keys, and told her,  “It’s yours.”

Camera jumped in his arms, kissed him, and thanked him. Then she said, “I’m just going to accept this as an apology present, one that says Camera I’m sorry for not being her the last seven days.”Then he told her to hop into her new whip, and gave her directions to a newly renovated mini-mansion off of Grand Ave. Dre reached into the pockets of his pants, and handed her another set of keys, and said, “How do you like our new house?”

Life was grand for the two of them after that. Camera filled the house with various African art pieces. The living room was decorated with red leather furniture, and the curtains were a soft pink.  The master bedroom contained a large king-size bed with the matching dresser, and nightstands on each side of it. The bathroom contained an array of different color soaps , and the curtains in there were the same soft pink shower curtains as her living room curtains. Alexandre made love to her virgin body for the first time. Dre  had her walking around singing Marques Houston’s ‘Aint  Nothing Like The First Time’. But of course all good things must come to an end.

A Car Tails Them

Camera’s great grandmother invited her, and Dre over for dinner. Since early fall was setting in throughout Dayton, Oh, it was getting darker earlier.  So the happy twosome hadn’t noticed a car cut off lights, and pull in right behind Camera’s Escalade as they entered her g.g.’s house.  The woman in the car looked over at her  six year old son that had stepped out of the car, and Vershena said,  “ She’s the one thats keeping daddy away from home. Her son Alexandre jr., had been longing for a father since he was little, and was ready to dice the woman. What she felled to tell her son was that Camera was his big sister. She had a monkey to feed, and felt like she could use her  son to get into Alexandre’s pockets. But , they stopped heading for the door as she realized other people were pulling up, and Alexandre brought Camera back on the porch, and proposed to her.  Just as he slid the ring on her finger, and everyone went inside, the doorbell rung.  Teresa almost had heart attack when she seen  Vershena, and a boy that resembled Camera. “Hum, congratulations.” Camera’s mother said.

Camera was shocked. She had seen pictures of her mother from when she disappeared years ago, and knew precisely who she was although she noticed some type of drug had eaten her up. But, she couldn’t figure out who was her look-alike standing with her mother, and why was he eyeing Alexandre as if he was dog shit. Camera was under the impression that her mother was there to send out warm greetings. So she went over to give her mother a hug as tears sprung to her eyes. But, her mother pushed her away, and terror formed in Teresa’s eyes.

                “Hi grandmother. I see you didn’t tell her I was still living.” Vershena caught her breath and continued. “Alexandre when did you plan to start acknowledging our son, and providing care for him?”

Camera looked at her g.g. for an answer, and her great-grandmother just nodded her head to confirm the truth. She tried to start explaining herself, but Camera just threw up her hand to silence her. Then she turned around to face Alexandre and said, “YOU KNEW? Why didn’t you tell me. Is my brother your son?”

                He said, “Yeah I knew your mother was alive. I’m not for sure if that’s my ­–“ Camera smacked spit up out of his mouth before he could finish speaking. Then she turned around to ask her mother, and brother what did they want. But, her brother was pissed that Camera had just slapped his daddy, his mother withheld pertinent information, and  everyone seemed to be only ready to console Camera. But what stopped Camera was when her mother said, “Alexandre, I told you I had a daughter named Camera, and you asked all types of questions of everyone when my mother cut me the fuck up on the Argosy five years ago.” That took the breath out of Camera. She started stomping the shit out of her mother, and her brother tried to break it up. She turned around, and pushed him off of her. Alexandre tried to stop her when he noticed a pool of blood forming around Vershena’s head. But, in one swift motion Camera turned around, pulled the gun out his waistband, and pumped  one in his heart as she stared him in his eyes, and then one in his head. One of Teresa’s bingo buddies had called the police to escort Vershena out of her mother’s house when she realized that the woman was drugged out, and meant no good. They came in just as Alexandre’s body hit the floor.  They caught Camera holding the gun standing over Alexandre, and told her to drop the gun. she did so moving in slow motion, and didn’t really feel anything. They took her to Montgomery county jail. She was hit with an array of charges: one count of attempted murder, and murder. Since the only things Camera would say were, “I loved him”, “Why me”, and “What did I do wrong?” The prosecuting attorney cut her a deal that would send her to a mental institution for life. She was now incompetent leaving her g.g. no choice but to sign the deal.  Teresa had a massive aneurism , and passed on right after Camera was sent upstate to Summit mental hospital in Cincinnati.

The Story From Beyond

                “Society really doesn’t really understand what ran through my head that day, Camera thought as she struggled to continue on breathing.  My mother turned up missing and I thought  she was dead. Then I found out she’s alive, and had a baby by the man I was prepared to spend the rest of my life with. Not to mention the man took my virginity, and that I gave him my mind, body, spirit, and soul  that day. Then the nerve of my great-grandmother to keep my mother’s livelihood away from me for five fuckin’ years .Hell no I couldn’t deal with that type of pain. That’s why this story is being told from my carcass before they transport me to the county morgue. I waited to the little head doctor left out of my room. Then I took my sheet to the bathroom after tearing my sheet in half.  I wrapped it around the shower nozzle a few times, and hung myself. As Tupac would say, “Hell has no fury like a woman scorned.

The End

Synopsis

                What’s a man to do when his wife has cheated, and broken his heart? Better, yet wha if one of the people involved is a woman, and he feels there is nothing he could do? Meet  Alexandre, a street nigga who has just been through it. When he thinks he has found the woman his wife is cheating with, he’s ready to handle his business. But, is it really her? Or, is it the woman who will ease his pain, and help him forget his wife?

Forum: Short Stories ]]> http://urbanwritten.websitetoolbox.com/post?id=4460829 Sat, 30 Jan 2010 19:47:02 GMT http://urbanwritten.websitetoolbox.com/post?id=3652180 I'm missing something

Can you feel my void?

Am I beautiful enough?

Am I being paranoid?

Do You think I'm smart...?

Appealing to the intellect?

Am I too self-determined...?

Unworthy of respect?

Am I so insignificant I should remain unseen?

Does this dress hang right or should I wear the blue jeans?

Is my butt too immense?

Have I lost too much weight?

Do you think he's gonna call me after the first date?

How did I do?

Did I sound okay?

Will they notice I carried this coach bag yesterday?

They say I worry too much

and that I think too hard

This shirt is kinda cute

Should I put it on my charge?

I'm missing something

Can you help me find it?

If you're not too busy

If you don't mind it?

Something's not present

Something is missed

I included it on my Christmas list

The components are out there

perhaps in disarray

Do you think I'll unearth them one day?

Do you see this ugly pimple?

My face is too fat

AND they say I'm self-conscious?

Can you believe that?

I tried googling my personality

even did an advance search

went to the synagogue

AND the church

I was hoping to find me in something else

when the whole time I was inside myself

Forum: Flow-etic Dialogue ]]> http://urbanwritten.websitetoolbox.com/post?id=3652180 Fri, 04 Sep 2009 23:19:03 GMT http://urbanwritten.websitetoolbox.com/post?id=3652158 I hate being a flower

one regarded as gentle

so loving and nurturing

and super sentimental

considerate

understanding

asking

but not demanding

pre-cautioned not to fall

AND always left standing

I hate being a flower

something pretty and unique

but when a strong wind comes

my roots leave the concrete

AND just like that

my life ceases to exist

and I'm left "to the left"

just like THIS

Forum: Flow-etic Dialogue ]]> http://urbanwritten.websitetoolbox.com/post?id=3652158 Fri, 04 Sep 2009 22:59:55 GMT http://urbanwritten.websitetoolbox.com/post?id=3642615


I know she is sleeping peacefully, but at 3:45 a.m., my wife is sleeping in the nude and my smaller head is craving her womanhood. Oh, it's on. Her skin feels like silk, as my fingers dance across her chocolate frame, enjoying every inch of her thickness, down to her now moist treasure. Hearing Kayla moan from my soft touches on her love button definitely arouses me and she knows it, purposely inserting my name between "mms" and "oohs", daring me to submerge my stiffness into the euphoria between her thighs, but I'm in that mood. Yes ladies, that mood. Kayla's back arches, as my tongue plays hide and seek in her womanhood, tickling her lips with soft kisses, soft nibbles,and sloppy kisses on her dripping womanhood. Kayla's rapid breathing, tight muscles, and conversation remixed with "oohs","aahs", a few curse words and my name lets me know she is ready to climax, but I have one more treat for my woman.



"OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH BAAAAAAABBBBBBBY!!!!!!!!", she yells, as I french kiss her treasure, sending her beyond the hemispheres, planets, and stars............

Forum: Short Stories ]]> http://urbanwritten.websitetoolbox.com/post?id=3642615 Sat, 29 Aug 2009 22:55:38 GMT http://urbanwritten.websitetoolbox.com/post?id=3642611


Words have escaped my mouth as I stare at my wife in a form fitting dress, showcasing a frame better than the majority of video vixens and I love it, openly lusting after her in this bourgeois store. "So what do you think?" she asks, always needing the reassurance from her man. We lock eyes. I love her. We lock eyes. I want her. Now. I step in the dressing room. She knows what time it is.



Time seems to stop as out lips engage in a seductive game of hide and seek, finding each other's sensitive points and exploiting them. Her skin is on fire, as I kiss her exposed parts, rubbing my hands over erect nipples and all of her curves. "Damn baby," she purrs, sliding out of the overpriced dress I now love, ready for my entrance into her treasure. Dropping my pants to my ankles, I lift Kayla in the air, mounting her on my hardness in one stroke. Damn she is wet. I love it. Our tongues meet again in combat, each battling each other for supremacy, but my stroke renders her weak and she submits to me, moaning my name, curse words, and the words all men love to hear. "You're the best," she coos, bouncing up and down on my manhood in a animalistic rhythm. "F*ck me," she blurts out, no longer shy or concerned with the patrons walking around us. I oblige her, turning her around to enter from behind and she welcomes me, pushing her roundness into me, ready to take whatever I dish out. We were shopping. Now we're f*cking in the dressing room.....

Forum: Short Stories ]]> http://urbanwritten.websitetoolbox.com/post?id=3642611 Sat, 29 Aug 2009 22:54:08 GMT http://urbanwritten.websitetoolbox.com/post?id=3642608 Forum: Flow-etic Dialogue ]]> http://urbanwritten.websitetoolbox.com/post?id=3642608 Sat, 29 Aug 2009 22:51:34 GMT http://urbanwritten.websitetoolbox.com/post?id=3642604

Forum: Author's Prologue ]]> http://urbanwritten.websitetoolbox.com/post?id=3642604 Sat, 29 Aug 2009 22:50:30 GMT http://urbanwritten.websitetoolbox.com/post?id=3600803                        

As I lay in the darkness I feel myself drift deep into a world trapped and controlled by my mind. My body relaxes, breathing slows becomes deeper, heart rate slows; eyes begin moving from side to side. An image appears, its blurry at first, all I can see is a flickering glow. I feel a mixed sensation of warm and cool air against my skin I smell something sweet in the air, I inhale and can tell its mango passion. I can hear crackling, and soft music, silks “if you” as the flickers become clearer. The image clears and I am standing in a room full of candles, and a fire place burning. Each one strategically place to give a sensual glow. There is a platform, canopy bed with white sheer drapes, and big plush pillows. A trail of red, white, yellow, and orange rose petals lead from the bed. I follow it to my feet; I look down and notice I am wearing a black see through mini dress that stops mid thigh, with purple trim along the attached bra. Along with matching thong that are purple with black trim, and a pair of Mary Jane style stilettos. I walk slowly towards the bed as a cool breeze gently blows the drapes. I can see a red long stem rose on the white satin sheets. I step up on the platform and see a note under the rose that reads:

“Lay down relaxes, and prepare for a night of ecstasy.”

I smell the rose and climb up on the bed. I lay back against the soft pillows and close my eyes drifting in to the music. I feel someone watching and open my eyes to see you standing there gazing at me through the sheer drapes. I sit up and give you a devilish smirk biting my bottom lip. You separate the drapes and stand over me naked holding something behind your back. I look over my lover from his eyes to his dick which is standing at attention in all of its glory. I feel my clit rise, between my legs becomes wet (this is why I don’t like panties I think to myself). You tell me to roll over onto my stomach, and I do as you say. Your wish is my command, my body, and this pussy is yours for the night. You startle me lean down, and whisper in my ear

“You have been teasing me with this pussy, now I am going to put you to the test.”

I say

“Um daddy you ready for this pussy, they don’t call me Sorrier Rock’em to sleep for nothing.”

You nibble my ear and lick that spot on my neck. As “whatever you want” by Keith Sweat begins to pump out of the speakers.

You kiss down my spine while sliding your hands under my lingerie, and begin to slowly slide it up. As your hands glide up my sides you kiss and lick up my back easing my dress off of my body. You toss it to the floor. I feel something cool splash on my back, I flinch. And look back to see you squeezing an orange and letting the juices drip onto my skin. You squeeze it over my back and lick every spot where the juice hit. Then gently pull my thong down my thighs, past my calves, over my ankles and to the floor. You squeeze it over my butt cheeks, and down my crack. I instantly feel you tongue licking the juice form the crack of my ass, and then over my butt cheeks, licking and gently biting, as you get every drop. You say

“Turn over so I can see if that pussy is as sweet as this orange.”

Again I do as you say, and turn over to my back. I spread my legs, and welcome you to my juicy love box, you look at my shaven yoni, and say

“Um um um I see have already cum for me.”

I say to you

“That’s just getting wet; you haven’t seen me cum yet.”

You rub you hands together as “get up on it” pumps, I look you in your eyes as you bow down to the pussy buffet in front of you, and I sing the song to you. You lie down on your stomach, and grab my thighs pulling me to your awaiting tongue. You inhale my scent and dive in, uuumm I moan as you tickle my clit with the tip of your tongue. Then take it into your mouth and suck on it, making it harder then before. I slowly roll my hips to the beat of the hypnotic rhythm.

“Shit girl you taste so sweet, but I am about to make you even sweeter.”

You reach over to the nightstand and pick up another orange, and squeeze the juices over my already wet pussy, and begin to take long sips. I wiggle and clench the sheets, and bit down on my bottom lip, as you insert your long thick tongue into my aching treasure box. I grasp your head and slow whine on your tongue. My walls are contacting around it, you place your index finger on my clit, and begin to work in from side to side. Our eyes are locked as if in a face off. The shit is turning me on, I can feel it building and I am ready to release my milky goodness all over your face. My legs clamp around your head, you look up with mouth full and ask,

“Are you going to cum for daddy?”

I begin to moan and lose all control. I tell you

“fuck me with that tongue daddy, um get it shit!”

The double climax is driving me crazy I can’t hold it, my body rises off the bed, my back arches, legs lock, hands snatch the sheets, and my waterfall quenches your thirst for me.
Your slurping up my wetness, my body shakes and quivers out of control. You moan as you take it all in. I am moaning out your name, and you place 3 fingers inside of my already Cumming yoni. My upper body jumps straight up as I release another explosion.

“Yeah that’s right give daddy all of that nut mama”

You say, and I do just that. My body clams, breathing is deep, heart is racing, still shaking and twitching. You stand up; I get up on my knees and crawl with a cat like swagger to your manhood that is standing at attention, but it seems you have grown even long. I look up at you as I take your head into my mouth with a wireless connection, you groan and say

“That’s right suck this daddy dick mama; show me how much you want this dick, as I have showed you how much I want that pussy.”

I playfully flick my tongue at your head, and then take you deep in, for a verbal conversation on your mic. You let out an

“ooooo shit do that shit mama.”

I adjust my throat and prepare to take in all of your long think dick, way down my throat. I feel your pre-cum hit the back of my throat. Your slipping in and out, I take you out and blow on the tip of your head, you moan, and I grab an orange let the juices drip from your head, down to the shaft, and suck you in as I rub the orange on your sac. You reach around and grab the back of my head pushing your love further down my throat. I lick up your shaft pick it up and make my way to your jewels; I jerk you as I suck the sweet juice off of them. You’re moaning, and groaning. You begin to pump back as I lick up to the shaft, and then take both you dick and sac in my mouth together. You yell out,

“O fuck ma I feel it, you want daddy to cum in your mouth, I nod my head yes.”

And begin to suck and slob on your dick non stop, my rhythm is focused, your grip is firm, your hips are matching my rhythm, you yell

“Here it cums.”

Your eyes roll in the back of your head, and I feel your hot cum oozes down my throat.

I swallow ummm you taste so good. I continue to suck every last drop, then lick my lips while looking up at you. I Turn to you and say

“Now give me that daddy dick.”

I get up on all fours and prepare for you to enter me doggie style. I arch my back and stick my ass in the air.You stick your finger in my cavern and lick my juices off it. I feel your head at my entrance, as you tease me with the head. You stick it in just a little then pull out. You repeat that and then dive in, as my walls grab you, and pull you in.

“Fuck this pussy is better then I imagined it would be.”

You say as you begin to thrust in and out. As my theme song “Insatiable” sets the tone, you pick up speed and I catch your rhythm, meeting you stroke for stroke, pound for pound. You grip my hips and pull me into you, stretching my insides to match your length and width.

‘Shit daddy work this pussy.”

I can feel my juices running down my thighs as it splashes back on you with every entry. I tell you to wrap my hair around your arm and pull it. You do just what I said to, and it pushes you deeper, pushing my wall further back. My walls tighten around you, and pull you in with every stoke, she’s crying to cum. My body heats up, and my grip is stronger I am cumin fuck.”

“Oh fuck me daddy yes, fuck this pussy baby.”

You say

“Yes mama shit you so wet fuck, this pussy right here fuck!”

Your dick is sliding in and out, in and out, side to side, round and round. In and out, In and Out, Up and down, up and down. in and out , in and out. Its driving me crazy as I shake and quiver while releasing my love on your dick, it runs down my thighs, and makes a puddle on the bed.

I pound my body against yours harder as I scream out

“________ FUCK YEAH GET THIS PUSSY.”

You pull out and wiggle your dick as I tell you to lay down, you do and I climb on top of you. Ease you inside of me, and begin to roll my hips back and forth as you run your hand up my cheek and play in my hair. I am looking down into your eye, and say

“take this pussy_______, I told you its all yours for the night baby. You feel so good in my sugar walls daddy.”

“That’s it mama ride that dick fuck your pussy feels so good on my dick, oh yeah ma roll them hips on the dick”, you say.

I roll my hips round clock wise, round and round, slowly, round and round. Then I switch it up and go counter clock wise, slowly round, and round, round, and round. Then side to side. I am stirring you inside of my pot. Then I rise up and squat over your dick, riding you a little faster to “one me” by R.Kelly down then up and pop to the drum, down then up and pop to the drum.

“Oh shit you about to make me cum girl.”

I place my legs on your shoulders, and lift myself up by my arms whining and rolling on your dick. You grab my feet and I push off your hands and rock that ass and then…….

“Oh fuck I am cumin ma here it cums.”

I slide off the dick and you shoot a trail up my stomach slashes in my face. I scoop it up with fingers and lick off. You pull me down to you and kiss me deeply and passionately. I feel you getting hard and roll my hips on your manhood.

Beep beep beep ……….

I open my eyes, and I feel wet, juices leaking all down my ass. I am laying in a small puddle of juices. My yoni is open and throbbing. Was this a dream or was it reality

Forum: Short Stories ]]> http://urbanwritten.websitetoolbox.com/post?id=3600803 Sun, 02 Aug 2009 22:41:16 GMT http://urbanwritten.websitetoolbox.com/post?id=3599912                        

“It was a hot and sticky night I figured the best way to cool off would be to jump on my Ducati and take a ride. I put on a pair of black booty cutters, and a tank top,

my knee high boots, and was off. The night air felt good on my moist skin, and running through my long ass length hair. It had began to drizzle a little, but I kept riding. I was stopped at a light when a I heard silks loose control, bumping out of this red BMW next to me. I looked over, and the gentlemen behind the wheel was staring at my ass, any other time I would have ignored him, but remember I said it was a hot and sticky night. He turned the music down and said "nice bike". I said "nice car, you ever ride a piece of work like this before"? He smiled and said " I have, but nothing as nice as that". I said "Wanna ride"? He agreed and I told him to meet me in the park 2 miles up the road. The light turned green, and I took off, we playfully raced up the road to the park. I took off leaving him in the dust, I beat him there, hopped off my bike, and rested it on the kick stand. By the time he got there I was leaning against the bike. He got ready to turn his car off and I said, " I love that song you were playing by silk, put that back on and hit repeat". He did and just as he was turning to get out, I pushed him up against the car, and began kissing him. It was soft and gentle at first, our tongues massaged each other, and I

felt my pussy swell, I lowered my hands to his dick, which was already semi hard,

and rubbed it through his sweats. He moaned with delight, and I gently bit his bottom lip, then slowly worked my way down his neck, over his chest, and past is rock hard abs, til I reached my goal. Slid his sweats, and boxers down, then placed his dick in my hand, it was just the way I like it, long, wide, and curved to the right. I took the head in my mouth, and tasted his pre-cum, it was sweet, I love it when it's sweet. I worked his dick in my mouth, short and quick at first, then slow and long, while rubbing his balls. I could feel him twitching and felt him start to throb on my tongue, I sucked hard until his hot love juice coated my throat. I swallowed, stood up and pulled my shorts completely off. He picked me up and placed me around his shoulders, pussy lips to his, and began to devour me. His tongue felt so good sliding around my clit. He started sucking on it gentle just the way I like it, and out of no where I came hard and long. I could feel my pussy

contracting, as he sucked my juices. He slid me down his body,and I motioned for him to follow me. At that moment rain started falling harder, and the thunder crackled in the distance. I bent over my bike, and he entered me. He filled up every inch of me, while giving me the grind of death. He pounded my pussy, out slow, in hard and quick, out slow, in hard and quick, then side to side, out slow, in quick, up and down, grind, grind. The music was still playing, and I was throwing the pussy back to the beat, meeting him blow for blow, grind for grind. I gripped the side of my seat, and started throwing it back hard, demanding he pound he harder. His

balls where slapping against my clit, I slid my hand down and started rubbing his balls, he moaned wildly, as did I. We came together and it was intense. I turned gently kissed him on the lips picked up my shorts, put them on and said"thanks for the ride". He said “can I call you sometime”, I declined, jumped on my bike, reved it, and pulled off leaving him standing there, with his dick in his hand.

Forum: Short Stories ]]> http://urbanwritten.websitetoolbox.com/post?id=3599912 Sun, 02 Aug 2009 03:03:28 GMT http://urbanwritten.websitetoolbox.com/post?id=3599407 Released under La' Femme Fatale' Publishing Stripping Asjiah is a raw urban classic. Sa'Rese is destined to leave an imprint on the literary world that will last forever. Available on Amazon.com

Forum: Upcoming And New Releases ]]> http://urbanwritten.websitetoolbox.com/post?id=3599407 Sat, 01 Aug 2009 18:26:25 GMT http://urbanwritten.websitetoolbox.com/post?id=3599391
La' Femme Fatale' Publishing presents their newest author...Sa'Rese. Stripping Asjiah (pronounced asia) is a raw, urban classic that will leave readers guessing until the very end. Stripping Asjiah is available on Amazon.com order your copy today!!!

Forum: Introduce Yourselves To UrbanWritten ]]> http://urbanwritten.websitetoolbox.com/post?id=3599391 Sat, 01 Aug 2009 18:03:17 GMT http://urbanwritten.websitetoolbox.com/post?id=3581556

Forum: Welcome To UrbanWritten ]]> http://urbanwritten.websitetoolbox.com/post?id=3581556 Tue, 21 Jul 2009 15:43:54 GMT http://urbanwritten.websitetoolbox.com/post?id=3432354 http://www.amazon.com/Journeys-Soul-Mary-Allison-Muhammad/dp/0557035155/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1239930838&sr=1-2

Forum: Upcoming And New Releases ]]> http://urbanwritten.websitetoolbox.com/post?id=3432354 Sun, 19 Apr 2009 21:18:27 GMT http://urbanwritten.websitetoolbox.com/post?id=3432218 Umbilical Noose

Inside the womb
Conceived with a venomous
Hot over flow
Crippled with traces of
Leaden slime to swell
Inside your bellies
Innocent babies lost
To glass containers
Anxiously placed in waste
Splitting their death
Another slowly escapes its end
Leaving a vibrant soul
Found and well loved

Forum: Flow-etic Dialogue ]]> http://urbanwritten.websitetoolbox.com/post?id=3432218 Sun, 19 Apr 2009 19:49:44 GMT