Quiet as a Sub... - Short Story

Scene I – South Memphis 

Cheri

Lights! Camera! Action! 

Hi this is Cheri’ reporting live from Longview Apartments in the South of Memphis. The police state there was a shootout between two women, who share an apartment and apparently, the same baby daddy as well. The story goes there was an altercation between the two women, one of the baby mama’s, (Danita) wanted to cook for the baby daddy (Roy), but witnesses state that it was (Haley’s) night to cook. Neighbors said they heard gun fire and yelling through the walls, but no one was killed, and only minor injuries were reported. The paramedics have now arrived at the scene and they will transport the women to Methodist South Hospital. Stay tuned for more details, back to you Robbie. 

Cut! The camera man yelled. 

Let’s get the fuck outta here, I got shit to do and it ain’t in the South of Memphis.  

[Text message] Meet me at the office now, urgent. 

Damn, take me back to headquarters, something must’ve come up. 

Scene II (HQ) 

Cheri

Things are always on and popping up in here, there is truly never a dull moment. Wonder what the urgent meeting could be about, this better not be about Ginger, Robbie’s wife. I had to cuss that chic out the other day, she thinks just because her husband is the executive producer, she has the right to try and boss me. I don’t have a boss, I have managers or supervisors, hmph. I decided to walk into my office first before heading next door to Robbie’s office, I just love my view. The City of Memphis is breathtaking at night, as I stare out my glass window, it is nothing short of amazing, the lighted bridge, the Redbirds stadium, and the excitement from Beale Street is simply stunning. 

[Text message] What part of now, don’t you understand? 

Shit! Let me go see what he wants, I knock on his door and he says “come on in.” I waltz in and he closes the door behinds me, takes my hand, forcing my hand to touch his dick, so I can feel the hardness through his pants. He swept off his desk in one long swoop, pencils, pens, and paper was scattered everywhere. He placed me on top of the desk as I was quickly unbuttoning my shirt, while rapidly kissing him. He was kicking off his pants one leg at a time, he flipped me over on the desk where I was bent over in the perfect position. He began licking on the small of my back and around my waist, while cuffing my breast and flicking my nipples, I moaned but he quickly put his hand over my mouth as he started to rub my clit fast, my body shook and I felt his dick enter into my body. The natural motion kicked in, where I rolled my neck around for him to grab my hair and lick my face. He was hitting this pussy so good, all I could do was bite my lip to keep myself quiet. He knows me so well, he whispered, I can’t let you go until I taste yo pussy. Damn! I can’t let him do this to me, he has a wife, he is married, he not gone have me---He knew that was my weakness, the way his tongue gently licks my clit, softly sucking my lips, and fingering my g-spot, I will never ever leave this man. My juices were flowing everywhere, I introduced squirting, he loves that shit! Shoot, by the time he was finished, I was laid out on the desk. He came over to me and whispered “we are not done” he placed a blind fold over my eyes and said “shhh, be quiet, just trust me.” Damn I heard those words before but I’m gone roll with it. He then said “don’t move,” I heard the door open and I jumped, he said “be still” and lie back down plus spread your legs. I felt another person enter the room, but I didn’t say anything, but I felt a surprisingly soft touch, a very delicate touch, it was not his, it had to be a woman. Now, he knows I don’t get down like that, but before I knew it, she was tasting this pussy very mutha fuckin well, I reached out to touch her head, but he grabbed my hands and placed them behind my head. I came so hard, I just knew I was squirting all over the damn windows. Whomever this chic was, she had some serious skills, and it felt too good to object. She didn’t need any assistance, after she found my g-spot, I wanted to rip that damn blind fold off and see who was giving me so much pleasure, but I couldn’t. After that massive orgasm, he pulled me to sit up on the desk, and guided my hands to her pussy, the feel of her pussy was strange, I’ve only touched my own, but after she moaned, I felt like I did that. I so rubbed her clit, and fingered her until her pussy was soak and wet. I felt like a dude that succeeded in making that juice box wet. He guided me again to stand up and he turned me around, then asked me to kneel. I just know this nigga ain’t finna ask me to lick her pussy, now this mane done shot off. I felt his dick on my face, so I felt relieved. Then I began to feel a necklace of some sort, snap around my neck, I reach to feel it, and I feel a chain attached to it. He says “from this moment forward, you will do as I say.” What the hell?!? Awe nah, I’m finna get out of here, I started to stand and he placed his hand on my shoulder and said, “you do know that new position that you want is yours right?” Shit! I’ve worked my ass off  literally, physically, and sexually to get to where I am, that new job will be a game changer for me, damn it! The woman was now beside me because she reached out to hold my hand. He said to her, you know I got you as well, she said, “yes.” Her voice was very familiar, I know this ain’t…..Nah, couldn’t be. He asked her to stand up and lie down on the desk, and he commanded me to taste her pussy. Do what?!? I didn’t even want her licking my pussy, now I gotta lick hers, this is some bull shit, I said to myself. So, I went with the bullshit, I swallowed my spit, eased down on my knees close to her and began licking her thighs, I decided to penetrate her with my finger, but I felt his hand on the back of my head nudging me forward, so I began tasting her pussy. It wasn’t that bad, I thought I was pretty good for the first time. I kinda got the hang of it and wondered why in the hell it takes guys so long to master the art of eating pussy. He had to put his hand over her mouth because this chic was moaning so hard, which was actually turning me on, she gone get us busted. He begun licking my pussy as I was tasting hers and it was absolutely delightful, better yet, marvelous. After my orgasm, he laid us beside each other, at this point we was both naked, I touched her face just to see if I could tell who she was. I couldn’t but he says “you two lay down and be quiet.” Not again, what in the hell is going on, I hear the door squeak once more and I hear, “What-the-fuck is going on in here” I sat up, snatched my blind fold off and all I could do is cover my mouth with one hand and my boobs with the other. It was….. 

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Sex in the pulpit - Short Story

Scene I - St. Baptist Church

Roz

Walked into the church, ya know, in one of those “what in the hell is she wearing” dresses. Yep, the ushers and wives had this look on their faces, as if they were appalled at my attire. Hmph, I waltzed in with my head high, my stunner shades on and my new designer bag, and I knew I was fine. Women were gasping and clutching their pearls, as I sashayed down the forbidden center isle they had roped off. I don’t usually attend church but when I do, there is a mission to accomplish. Men were giving me the eye, winking at me, and offering me their seat when I approached the front pew row. I giggled to myself, these squats had my ass looking right, plus my research was already done, I knew who was raking in the dough, and it was the associate minister. He was in his late twenties, worked out, body to kill, eye color changed according to the season, and his lips were perfectly structured. I follow the church Facebook page and figured out he was preaching, so I knew my timing was flawless. When he stepped to the pulpit, I made sure to cross my legs slowly, just to see if I had his attention. He began stuttering, and at that point I decided to save my pussy shot, since obviously he was caught up from my beauty. The head usher decides to come and place a napkin over my knees, chile please, I whipped out my compact mirror and begin dabbing the excess oil from my face and tossed it on the floor. She gave me an evil look, so I bent over in my seat, pushed my boobs upwards and said oops, just so the minister can get a good look of what’s to come.  She saw my move, I smirked and tossed it on the pew that time.

Service finally ended, everybody apparently desires to shake hands, hug, and question who you are, your family connection, and your blood type. I avoided all those questions and went straight to the minister, shook his hand with my number cuffed in the palm of my hand. I smiled, winked at him and strutted my cute self down the aisle with an extra twist in my hips, while chuckling to myself.

Scene II - Roz's house

Roz

Bzzz Bzzz – My phone vibrates at 12:01am and reads “you are so beautiful” I had to squint my eyes to clarify the unsaved number on my phone. I responded “who is this”? He then said, “Trevor” just the guy I was waiting for, I hopped up out of the bed, drank some water and gargled some mouth wash, before I texted him and said “call me.” I wanted to have my sexy voice on when he called the phone, so I propped myself in the guest bed and laid the phone on my face while I spoke very softly. I couldn’t chance it that my husband would hear me, even though he sleeps like a rock.  So I didn’t have time for small talk, I got right to the point, so um Mr. Preacher man, you don’t remember me from the National Convention in summer 2014, in New York? He stammers, and says “you look kind of familiar”, yeah I know, I was in the class your ex-wife taught. “So what’s the deal” he said. Look, I’m trying to start a small business and I need about $20,000 I told him. *Silence* Hello, I said, “yeah, I’m here, just was appalled at your straight forward request from a woman I just remembered meeting a few moments ago. I understand, but just to let you know, I am well worth it, consider this an investment, possibly a tax write off. “Says who”, he yelled, says me sweetie, why don’t you meet me at the church in 30 minutes. “At the church?” He said, I guess, I’ll be there in 10 minutes, don’t disappoint me and we will have to discuss this $20,000 loan further. I tell him, sure we can do that.

I chuckled and said to myself, he got me fucked up, this ain’t no mutha’ fuckin’ loan, but I’m gone roll with it for now. I pull up at the church, the back door is open, I look around and I see no one, I ease myself to the alter and I drop my trench coat, exposing my fire red satin corset, I connected my ruffle garters to show him the elegant side of me. I cocked one leg over the “king” chair, so when he walked in, his mouth dropped and he mumbled, “Lawd have mercy.” I motioned with my finger telling him to come towards me, he was taking baby steps as if he was scared of this pussy. So I started licking my finger, and I began rubbing my pussy just a little, I needed to see his dick rise from his pants to determine his size. He started unbuckling his shirt and pulling his pants down in one smooth motion. He launched onto me, licking my neck, rubbing my D cup breasts, I turned around and slid downwards, allowing his dick to titty fuck me, the look on his face was amazing. I felt he was about to cum, so I pulled up, he was hot and ready by this time. He grabbed all this ass and began fucking me from the back, his dick was bigger than I thought. I thought I was going to have to fake it, but this minister was fucking the shit outta me, but I knew I needed to get a handle on things, I stopped him, and began falling to my knees, as soon as my mouth wrapped around his dick, his knees started to quiver but then we heard some keys jingle, we look up and whisper to each other (someone is here).

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Forbidden Love Affair - Poem

Forbidden to love, to lust, to touch, to kiss, to sniff, to live, to breathe....but I desire love....

The as-ifs come into play, the wonders, the maybe's, the only ifs, the change, the conform, the chance...but I desire love...

But the reality sets in and the realization hits and you know it'll never be, but the fire still burns, infatuation grows stronger, and all I can say and think about is.....but I desire love....

I believe God has meant for me to be alone, punished for bad choices and decisions, I cannot allow others to sacrifice their life for the sake of me, I'm not worth eternal death....but indeed I desire love...

I suppose I desire the things I can not have, the things that aren't supposed to be touched, the forbidden fruit from the top of the tree, the orange leaves in the fall versus the green leaves in the spring. So why do I seek what I can not have, why do I seek what doesn't belong to me....

Because I desire love.

CiCi Rayne

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I can't take the pain - Poem

I can’t take the pain 

By CiCi Rayne 

For it is far too deep, I’m reaching for a life jacket, praying that somebody will save me. Does he even know the feeling that is flowing through me, because I just can’t take the pain. 

It’s like a noose around my neck, with every breath that I take, it’s getting harder by the minute, trying not to be a baby but I can’t take the pain. 

It feels like I’m dying a slow painful death, he might as well walk right through because the footprints are like a faded happy memory, they disappear and reappear but what’s left?  Just step right over me because I can’t move simply because I can’t take the pain. 

Tis better to love than to never love at all, I totally disagree, because I wouldn’t wish this pain on my worst enemy. This mask on my face appears every day, I disguise it really well but the reality is, I can’t take the pain. 

Do I disregard all that my eyes have seen, all that my ears have heard, all that my heart has felt, so I can have a piece of mind and take what’s left, because I can’t take the pain. 

How do I move on, forgive like I’m supposed to, forget like I should, overlook like my ancestors, love as if nothing has happened, be happy because God makes no mistakes, but I can’t take the pain. 

But God my husband is for me, but I feel betrayed, tell me I’m wrong, tell me I’m being foolish, tell me to get over it, but heal my broken heart because I can’t take the pain. 

Tell me the devil is using trickery, tell me I’m being nosy, tell me to stay in my lane, tell me my husband loves me, tell me his love is forever, because I can’t take the pain. 

Lord, dry my eyes, I’ve cried a river, hold my head up because I can’t find the strength, bathe me because I could care less, comb my hair because it doesn’t really matter, raise my children because my thoughts are all over the place, help me O’ Lord because I can’t take the pain. 

You said you would never leave me nor forsake me and I need you now more than ever, you know my heart and I know you love me but I beg for your touch because I can’t take the pain. 

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Love in the middle of the night - Part I - Short story

Scene I - Interstate 55 South Bound

Classie

As I decide to hang out on this Saturday night, my baby sent me a message and said “get at me”…..so at the time I was headed to South Memphis but I was side tracked with a second message that said “Hilton Hotel rm 332, key at the desk, last name Diamond”…I’m intrigued and of course I’ve been waiting on this moment for so long, shiiit I busted a you turn on Airways Blvd and decided I would stop by and get something sexy from the Christal’s. So I picked up this lace body suit, it’s black, fitted and has a cut out in the special area. I’m thinking yeah he gone like this here, I already had on my red heels and I should have time to change before he gets there. What time is it?……I wonder if I have time to…..

Scene II - Marriott Hotel

I pull up at the hotel and it seems like they were expecting me for some odd reason, the man handed me a Louis Vuitton bag that Roman sent and I was so surprised, the doorman, escorted me to my room and opened the door. When I stepped in, there were rose pedals everywhere, ice buckets, several cigarillos, and plenty of the favorites. I hop into the shower, trying not to please myself cuz I know daddy’s gone beat this pussy up and I want to save all of these juices for the real thing, ooh we’ve waited long enough. I just decide to take a normal shower and so I get out the shower and dry off, and I decide to look in the bag, and to my surprise, there were all kinds of things in the bag. I saw, toys, lotions from Victoria Secret, a black dress, shoes, one pair of panties and a card that read “panties only.” I smiled, but I wanted to put on my lingerie, so I tossed the card to the side, and put on my sexy body stocking and red high heels, rolled 4 up and poured a few drinks. I knew any minute now, that Roman was going to walk thru the door and I wanted to be ready. I hear a knock at the door and I’m assuming it’s room service because Roman has a key (I’m thinking), so as I begin walking towards the door, Roman walks in and doesn’t say a word. We embraced each other by kissing so passionately, as I am walking backwards, Roman is stepping out of his clothes and we end up on the balcony. For some reason, I didn’t go out to the balcony, there were candles and a chaise lounge set up, so beautifully. Roman said, “nice lingerie but I said panties only, take it off but leave on the shoes, that shit there is sexy”….So I did as instructed, cuz I’m obedient, most of the time….but with a twist of course, I hit Pandora on my phone and played Beyonce, “Dance for you”, Roman grabbed a chair, and pulled out a bank roll. I performed a strip tease performance and by the time I was done, Roman dick was hard as hell! Yeah, I been practicing this routine for a minute, I knew he would love it cuz he emptied the bankroll midway through the performance. So Roman, picked me up and placed me gently on my back, on the bed, and started pulling my panties off with his teeth, making sure to leave kisses on my hips, my thighs, my legs, my ass cheeks, giving her a tingling sensation of what’s to come. Roman stretched my arms above my head and began slowly kissing my neck, my chest, my breast, as he cupped one and licked the other one and flicking my nipple back and forth with his tongue, was a sure fire hot spot for me. I arched my back in ecstasy while Roman fingered my pussy, intensely focusing on her clit. I am moaning with desire, he flips me over, places me on my knees and goes under me by licking my pussy with slow circles, kissing those lips, and sucking the shit out of my pearl tongue all the while still fingering her, giving her maximum satisfaction. I am yelling Damn! Shit! Fuck! Roman! Hold up! Roman grips my hips and makes me take it…I released all of my juices that I tried to hold on too and Roman rolls over on his back with a smile on his face and said, “my turn.” So I, dim the lights, place rose pedals on the bed and I smile with my hands on my hip, so as I began to caress Roman, there is a knock at the door, he says, “Who is that? No one knows we’re here”….I smirked, walked towards the door peeped through the peep hole, and oh my God, you won’t believe who is on the other side ….None other than…

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