Bad Boys Need Love Too A Cincinnati Street King's Love Story 2: SNEAK PEEK

REMMIAH ‘REMMIE’ LeROUX

Remmie stared at the two outfits laid out across her bed trying to decide which one to wear to the derby. Her dear old friend Carlyone had called her about handling some business, but she had to be cute in the process in case someone that knew her saw her. On the left, a soft pink, knee-length bodycon skirt and white crop top, and on the right, a tight-fitting multi-colored dashiki dress that would hug the curves of her BBW body perfectly. She had to make a great impression for her first time seeing Breeze after so many years.

Remmie’s father was a French Louisiana creole with familial ties to the state. He didn’t like the path that his daughter was taking growing up in the public housing projects of Cincinnati, so he left and moved back to get help from other family members raising her since he was a single father.  Eight years later, she was back in Cincinnati and ready to start a new life with Breeze, the one she let get away because she was too shy then to act on her feelings. Remmie settled for the fitted dashiki dress before heading south of the city toward Louisville, Kentucky.

“Remmiah LeRoux done grew up and out,” Carlyone volunteered with an emphasis on the word “and” when he saw Remmie strutting in his direction. She was far from the sixteen-year-old girl with no ass and no titties that they once knew. She now had full titties, voluptuous hips, thick thighs, and a fat ass to match. Her deep brown skin made her look like a goddess in the African print attire that hugged her curves, along with the black natural curly tresses that crowned her head and pretty face.

“You better know it brother,” Remmie chirped as she embraced Carlyone with a hug upon seeing him.

She had to admit, Carlyone was looking mighty fine himself, but Carlyone wasn’t who she was checking for.

“Where my nigga at?” Remmie inquired of Breeze’s whereabouts.

“He working. Got eyes on the problem I called you down here for.”

Remmie’s eyes widened as she became alert to the drama that was obviously unfolding. She saw the opportunity as her time to shine and win over Breeze’s heart. She knew that he was still very much a street nigga, and she wanted to be his ride or die.

“What’s good, Carly? Talk to me?”

“You know ya boy and me out here in these streets heavy. Ain’t shit changed,” Carlyone began talking and walking at the same time with Remmie in tow. “We hit a power lick. It solidified shit for us. You missed a lot, Remmie,” Carlyone continued. “Long story short, a nobody ass nigga name Spazz tried to take us up top, and Breeze just seen him. You know I’m thinking he on some bullshit, so I gotta get on my bullshit too.”

“That’s the Carlyone I know.” Remmie chuckled. “You right. Ain’t shit changed. I’m ready, though. Where the nigga at?”

With those last four words, Remmie pulled a forty-five caliber from inside the bright red leather hobo bag that she carried to match the red that was blended with the other colors in her dress.

“Damn, Remmie! I see a lot has changed with you, though,” Carlyone spoke of her carrying a gun in her purse, and the way that her body had developed over the years.

“Nigga, guess who here to assist us today?” Carlyone was on the phone with Breeze again. “Yes, nigga, and she fine as hell. Where that nigga Spazz at, though?” Carlyone got right to the business.

“He headed that way now,” Breeze replied.

Less than a minute later, Carlyone spotted Spazz as he moved in front of Remmie to keep from being seen at the crowded event.

“The nigga that’s walking behind you right now is the nigga,” Carlyone informed Remmie.

She did a sexy little spin as if she was showing off her ensemble to an admirer. She stole a quick peek of the man in question as she did so.

“Black Owned shirt?” Remmie asked of the man’s Cincinnati-based clothing line to make sure she had the right guy.

“That’s him,” Carlyone answered once their faces met again. “He’s a threat to us, Remmie baby. Breeze will love you for eliminating the threat for us.”

Remmie low key didn’t appreciate how Carlyone was the one calling all the shots and giving her orders. She had no problem helping the team, more so Breeze specifically, however, Carlyone didn’t deserve to be the man in her eyes—Breeze did. And she didn’t appreciate how Carlyone was using him to butter her up into getting the nigga that obviously had him pissing his pants and shaking in his Air Jordan Retro 3’s. She would deal with that later.

“Say less, Carly,” Remmie replied before strutting away like she didn’t just confirm plans to kill, or attempt to kill, a whole human being.

“Hey, you. Don’t I know you?” Remmie approached the man that Carlyone said was Spazz.

She knew that she didn’t know him but figured that it was a good way to get his attention. And looking the way that she was looking, she was definitely going to get it.

“Hell nah, but you can get to know me fine as you are,” Spazz concluded.

Remmie flashed a flirtatious smile as she began to run her manicured nails across the waves that decorated his thick, dark hair. If Remmie didn’t know how to do shit else, she knew how to flirt, fuck, and finesse—in that order.

“Well, I don’t want to get to know you. You fine as hell too, and I really just wanna suck ya dick like it’s a Willy Wonka Never-ending Gobstopper,” Remmie informed, referencing the jaw breaker candy that changed colors and lasted a long time when sucked.

She peeked down at the crotch of the man’s Tru Religion brand denim shorts for his reaction and just as expected, what she said had turned him the fuck on. That was all that she needed to see.

“You alone? You got a car somewhere?” Remmie quizzed Spazz.

Without giving a verbal answer, he grabbed her by the hand and led her off into the crowd. She looked back and winked at Carlyone, who had been watching from a distance with a smile on his face. Within a few minutes, Remmie and Spazz were climbing into the backseat of his much older model Toyota Corolla. She could see why the seemingly broke nigga wanted to use Breeze and Carlyone for his next come up. He was living out of the vehicle. She noticed there were clothes, food, and hygiene products everywhere.

“Pull that dick out. Lemme see that dick,” Remmie demanded.

She had planned on sucking his dick just to blow his mind before she blew his brains out. She was one of the best dick suckers she knew, and the man attached to every dick that she ever sucked would agree. However, this nigga was clearly a bum, fronting like he had it like that, and he probably hadn’t washed his ass and balls in days, so she passed on that idea. And she was glad that she did because as soon as he unzipped his shorts and pulled his dick out, Remmie smelled the aroma of moth balls and old, stale popcorn. She was disgusted and pissed that Spazz was just going to let her suck his dirty, funky dick. That gave her more of a reason to shoot his trifling ass.

“I’m glad that you parked so far away from the park like you did,” Remmie noticed, knowing that it was only because he didn’t want to be seen living the bum life, and his windows were tinted as well.

“Why you say that, shorty?” Spazz queried just before Remmie sent a bullet through its chamber on the gun and into his groin area.

The man screamed in agony, allowing her to put the barrel of her gun into his mouth since it was wide open. She surveyed the area surrounding the car for any random folks that may have been looking for free parking no matter how far the walk was.

“You were just going to let me put my sensitive ass mouth on that dirty dick, wasn’t you?”

Spazz’s eyes seemed to be pleading with her for mercy. Remmie didn’t care at all. She didn’t owe this man shit but owed Breeze, Carlyone, and Sadiiq, God rest his soul, everything. It was now or never to prove herself and her worth to Breeze. She pulled the trigger once more as brain matter and blood decorated the back seats. Remmie made a hasty exit as she retrieved her cell phone to call and report the robbery in which the gun was stolen. At least that’s what the story would be when the police came across his body and ballistics led to her and her gun. She couldn’t be held responsible for what happened after her gun was stolen. And of course, her fingerprints were on there because it was her gun. Remmie wasn’t new to this, she was true to this. Her next phone call would be to Breeze.

Les B Lovers (Let's Be Lovers) Mina and Kandis

"You play too much," Kandis moaned as I grabbed a handful of her butterscotch coated booty. I loved everything about her, her ass being my favorite part of her physical. I lifted the dark purple body con dress that hugged every curve of her body up over her head, exposing her bare pussy. Kandis knew not to wear panties whenever she was with me and this time was no different.

"Lemme have some juice," I almost pleaded with her as I made kisses trail down her neck and shoulders until I reached her full and ample breasts. I slurped a nipple into my mouth like hot soup as another moan escaped past her lips. I teased her some more as my tongue played with her nipple, tossing it around in my warm and wet mouth as it became more erect. My hands fondled both of the masterpieces that mounted her torso like scoops of ice cream as to not leave one hanging before I slurped the other nipple up in my mouth as well.

"Your mouth feels so fuckin good Mina baby every fuckin time," my lesbian lover volunteered. With her encouraging words, I continued my trail of kisses down her abdomen to her now over flowing honey pot; I always have that effect on her with just a touch and she does the same for me. I didn't want to be rude and leave the mess that I made her create between her thick thighs so I dove in head first to begin my clean up efforts. I penetrated her flower with my tongue, catching the sweet nectar that was flowing from it. My tongue made circles and danced on her walls until I found her hidden treasure. I felt her body tense as I used my tongue to strum her g-spot like a guitar. I felt her walls contracting on my tongue as more of her essence overflowed my mouth.

"Fuck Mina!" I loved hearing Kandis say my name, the sweetest fucking words ever spoken. I held her by her ass in place on my tongue as I rolled her over from the laying position we were in to her riding my face. I kept a firm grip on all that ass that now suffocated me because she still wasn't going no damn where whether I could breath or not. If I was going to die, Kandis soul was coming with me because I was sucking it out of her body. She grinding her hips on my tongue as she bounced up and down on it. She was cumming and moaning and turning me the fuck on. I looked up to see her titties bouncing and her face screwed up thanks to me. And like the real bitch that she is, she slid down my tongue like it was the size of a dick and spun on it, filling her mouth with my pussy in the same motion.

A muffled "mmmm" escaped my mouth between Kandis' bounces. Her mouth was just as amazing as she said mine was. I was covering her lips with my honey in a matter of seconds as we both grinded our hips on each other's tongue and mouth. I wiggled her ass between the palms of my hands as she continued to twerk on my face. The shit was awesome as always but I wanted to feel her fat ass clit against mine. I spread her ass cheeks long enough to finesse her booty hole with my tongue, making her cum again, and before I spoke a few words letting her know what I wanted.

"Lemme feel that shit baby. Fuck I love fuckin you," I chirped before she got up from her spot on her throne, my face. She spread my legs before making a scissor like X by mounting my now throbbing pussy. Tribbing was the best thing created by lesbians and for lesbians. The moment our fat dripping wet beauties touched, Kandis began grinding and riding on me. The feeling she was giving me already was intense, increased by the moisture that was dripping from her body like the juices that dripped and mixed between our legs. Moans and groans filled the space along with the sweet smell of pussy as she fucked me. I grabbed her ass with one hand and a titty with the other as I assisted her grinding, forcing her to cum with me. We panted almost in unison as she collapsed next to me, our sweat and cum drenched bodies still touching. My fingers made their way down her curvy body to her treasure chest before they found their way back up into my mouth. I had to always taste the magic that we created when we were together; it was just that magical!

"Roll up and round 2?" I inquired of my same sex lover as the night was still young. A smile covered her pretty face letting me know that she was down. I got up still naked to retrieve the gas that was always on deck. Kandis and I were about to have a great rest of the night!

Les B Lovers (Let's Be Lovers)

     I swear I am so over the bullshit with these little boys that are calling themselves men! They either got hella kids and baby mamas, live with they mama, don't got a job, ain't got shit going for themself, don't cook or clean, can't change a tire, lie and cheat, nut too quick, chase pussy, run up your light bill, eat up all your food, give attention to the whole city or just out here for everybody but me! This will be the LAST time that any man breaks Mina Willow's pretty little heart. I'm about to start playing on the other side of the field, with the other coochie's that understand me.
   
     Thank goodness for shit like Facebook and Instagram. I didn't even know where to start looking for a female to be with outside of social media. I've been with men for so long, with a dabble of women here and there, that I don't even know how to approach a woman anymore. But I  have been with plenty and I do love them. The way their melanin infused skin glows in the sunlight, their hips that's so sweet and thick like honey, and them full lips perfect for slurping, sucking, and kissing my love below. I was getting so wet just thinking about it as I was getting ready for my first official lesbian date with Paryss, my ex Montrell's new bitch, although she had no idea that I even knew him when I "came across her Facebook page" and hit her up.
   
     See, since these niggas want to keep playing with my feelings and emotions like they don't matter, I'm going to give them a taste of their own medicine. Like imagine me going full blown lesbian and then boom, I'm taking every last nigga that hurt me bitch and making them fall in love with me. Yep, that's the plan!

     I didn't even have to finesse Paryss out of her pretty ass pussy, she practically gave it to me after telling me that Montrell couldn't eat pussy to save his life, which I knew to be true, and I promised to suck her soul out of her uterus through her vagina, which I did. I felt the hair bumps on her skin rise and her body tense as my tongue hit the infamous crazy button that every bitch, including myself, carried inside the walls of their pussy as I fiddled her fat clit at the same time.  She damn near drowned me when she started squirting like a leaking faucet. And like the never giver upper that I am, I took it on the chest. The moment that her thick ass thighs snapped on my neck like a mouse trap I knew that she was trapped like a mouse in a trap. My mouth is golden and now Paryss won't stop calling me and neither will Montrell. Yep, he found out about us, technically she told him when she cut him off for me, and now he mad.

     Just like Zevin, Pierre, Shane, and Taro with Cayleigh, Lala, Kandis, and Niah, respectively. Kandis is my favorite. What was supposed to be me getting back at Shane for cheating on me while I was in the hospital with my sick father end up being a full blown lesbian love affair in itself. Kandis, with her deep milk chocolate melt in your mouth skin and a fat ass that had stretch marks that look like tiger stripes that let you know her ass came from her mama and not a doctor, had me borderline hooked. I was successful at making the others fall for me but Kandis, also known as just Kandi because her pussy was the best I ever tasted, was a tough shell to crack. The sex was amazing and tribbing with her left me more than satisfied in the end so it was worth it. I no longer care about getting back at Shane or Zevin or  any of them, I wanted Kandis. And I will finesse whoever I have to until I get her. And keep fucking Cayleigh, Lala, and Niah until then. I am loving this lesbian life!

WET DREAMS MAKE A WET PUSSY

Everybody that knows me knows that I love me some chocolate, especially when it comes to a man. Ain't nothing like a strong sexy melanated brother. Just like you may need coffee to start your day, I need a chocolate man to start mine. He's hot, black, and strong too just like that coffee that you're hooked to. I got him to be hooked to.

Especially after that damn dream I just woke up from; I can feel the spot that I was laying in wet with my sweet nectar. The dream was so real I had to touch myself some more, it felt so good as my red manicured nails massaged my dripping beauty. My sticky sweet honey covered them.

I will never forget the day that I seen his face for the first time. A very handsome chocolate brother of course with a thick beard that I wanted to moisturize and deep condition with the cream that was mixing between my thighs the moment I laid eyes on him. The sexual attraction was obvious and being the type of woman that I am, grown and very secure with my sexuality, I went for what I wanted; him.

I've learned a lot of things about men along the way, one being that confidence attracts them. So when I let chocolate know what it was, he was down. Not to mention, I am something to look at myself so he'd be a fool not to take my bait.

I'm glad he did because my mind wanted him just as bad as my body did. Talking to this man and telling him all the nasty ass freaky shit I wanna do to him and for him to do to me wasn't enough. Don't judge me. Like I said I'm grown and secure with my sexuality.

Okay, back to this dream that still got me playing in my honey that I want him to stir up with his mixing spoon that I was confident looked like a thick chocolatey Snickers bar. All I kept seeing was his sexy ass face with that pretty ass smile and that beard. All I wanted to do was mount his tongue like an equestrian on their prize winning stallion. This is a dream so of course I was a little bit more bold than I would be normally when I approached him.

"You so damn fine and chocolate. You just my type. The type I like to admire while I'm sitting on their face," my crazy ass blurted out before thinking about what I was about to say. Lucky for me tho, he was just as nasty and crazy as me.

"You look like you will get my shit together too," he said making my pussy even wetter at his eagerness to give me what I want. All I can do was smile as I slid my fingers under inside my jeans and caught some of the juices that were now flowing down my thigh. I inserted one of my fingers in my mouth and tasted myself as a smile painted my face. I loved the way I tasted and I knew he would too.

His nasty ass must've been reading my mind, "didn't your parents teach you to share," he offered with a wink, his smile was gorgeous. And the way he was talking to me made me wanna suck him until his chocolate melted in my mouth and not in my hands no matter how long it took to melt. I gave him what he wanted tho. "Mmmmm," escaped past his full lips as he sucked my nectar from my finger.

Ok now you know I'm dreaming right and I don't know where the fuck we are but at this point I don't care. I see people but I don't know nor care if they see me; I wanted this man right then and there. "What that mouth do?"

"Whatever you want it to do," he replied. Great answer. "I want it to make me cum so I can shampoo, deep condition, and moisturize your beard for you."

He was with it. He grabbed me by the neck as he gave me a passionate kiss and unbuckled my jeans. He placed kisses with the lips that I had already fallen in love with smh down my body as he slid my jeans down my pussy juice soaked legs. I didn't even have to lay down. His fine ass placed one leg on his shoulder as he slurped, licked, sucked, kissed, and nibbled away at my throbbing pussy. I was squirting and creaming all over his beard.

This man had my dream turnt and I was pissed when I woke up. It's cool tho, I will just let him know about my dream and maybe just maybe, he'll make my dream come true.

Crazy Love (Gotta Get It Back)

      It had been six months since meeting and having the best sex of my life with Lor'eal. Ever since her discharge, I thought about her everyday, so much so that I swore that I could smell her pleasant scent on the chaise that we made love on many times before. I found myself daydreaming about her often and just staring at the furniture in my office, reminiscing on all the fucking we did all over my office. I looked forward to that one hour with her every week and she looked forward to it too. And then one day it all ended.

     My thoughts were interrupted by a knock at my door. I wasn't due for a psychotherapy session for another thirty minutes so the visitor on the other side of the door caught me by surprise. I was also surprised to see who was on the other side of the door; it was my Lor'eal, actually two of her. I was shocked by the astounding resemblance between the two amazingly gorgeous women and couldn't tell which one was Lor'eal.

     "Lor'eal," I stuttered as blinked rapidly looking at both women.

     The women presumed to be Lor'eal smiled. It was very familiar.

     "To what do I owe this pleasure? Come into my office, please," I offered, shutting the door behind them.

     I was nervous, excited, speechless, all at the same time. I couldn't believe that Lor'eal was here again in my office or that there was two of her.

     "I've missed you Doctor Feel Good. I can't stop thinking about you. This is Lor'eann. She wanted to meet you. She's heard so many good things about you," Lor'eal stated seductively.

     Before I could respond, the one named Lor'eann started stroking my dick through the slacks I wore as she placed soft kisses on my neck. It got harder in her hand as Lor'eal joined in. I am so fuckin excited right now and I wanna pinch myself to see if I'm dreaming.

     "Doctor show Lor'eann how amazing your mouth is. I wanna feel your lips and tongue all over this pussy too," Lor'eal teased me as they both started undressing themself.

     I was rock hard by now but weary because of my upcoming session. As much as I wanted to fuck the shit out of both these sexy ass women, I was only working with a little bit of time.

     "Lor'eal lock the door. Spread that pussy wide open for me to enjoy. Both of y'all," I instructed as they obeyed, turning me on even more.

     They each lay on opposite ends of my beloved chaise that was about to have yet another story for me to fantasize over again when I'm thinking about Lor'eal the most. Their bare fleshed fruits made my mouth water as they both stared seductively at me. I wasted no more of our short time diving into their essences.

     The sounds of their moans sounded like old school rhythm and blues to me as my tongue and lips strummed and fiddled their music boxes. I took my time as if I had all the time in the world now and sucked on Lor'eal's clit while fingering Lor'eann's love hole. Then I flicked my tongue on Lor'eann's clit while I rubbed Lor'eal's. They moaned in unison as I sucked, licked, kissed, nibbled, and slurped on both of their dripping beauties as if it was only Lor'eal and I like old times.

     My hands were occupied with one of each of their breasts, their nipples getting harder between my thumb and index finger as their pussies got wetter  between my lips. Fuck that, my hands and mouth was all over the both of their sexy asses. I was impressed with my damn self. I can only imagine what penetrating one while feasting on the other was like.

     They moved in unison, moaned in unison, and even came in unison as both of their bodies convulsed as if they were having seizures. I didn't stop licking or sucking or slurping; I wanted to taste every last drop of the both of them. 

     They both tasted sweeter than anything I've ever had in my life. I couldn't believe that I was lucky enough to be the man that Lor'eal chose to live out all of her fantasies through. And I would continue to let her use me for every fantasy that she had. I wanted her to take advantage of me.

     "Lor'eal was right Doc, you do make me feel really good. I fell in love with your mouth already," the one named Lor'eann offered.

     I couldn't do anything but smile and hope that my excitement didn't show like my stiff dick was showing through my slacks. I eyed the digital clock on my desk; I had made the two most gorgeous women I've ever had the pleasure of pleasing cum with five minutes to spare. I hated that it had to end and that they had to leave.

     "Lor'eal as always, the pleasure is most definitely mine. When can I see you again?"

     By now, the beautiful pair was fully dressed and just in time as I heard a tap at my office door.

     "My next fantasy Dr. Feel Good," Lor'eal responded before she walked out of my office, hopefully not for six months this time. Who am I fooling? I'll be right here in this office waiting for her like a love sick puppy waiting for his human.

     "Until next time Doctor!"
    

Sleeping In The Bed You Made

     Being a councilman has it perks, despite being a black man in politics. It's uncommon yes and I didn't think that I would be here when I was growing up as a child on the south side of Atlanta; I always wanted to play sports and be in somebody's major league. I was attracted to the glitz and glam of having a lot of money, nice things, and women throwing themselves at you. My position of power has afforded me somewhat of the same opportunities. I didn't make nearly as much as an NBA player but I made a six figure salary and that was enough to have women throw themselves at me. 

     I, of course, drove the best car that I could afford; one thing that attracted women to me and I loved the attention. I didn't care that they only cared for the money, I was getting what I wanted in the end and that was to control their mind and bodies with my mouth and penis. What can I say, I love women! Black, white, Asian, Hispanic, I love them all if they were attractive. 
     
     My obsession, for a lack of a better word, with women has led me to where we are now and why I am in a therapist's office waiting to be seen by someone who thinks that I have a problem. These muthafuckas coming at me with some sexual addiction bullshit. I am simply a man that loves sex but they say I fit the qualities of an individual that is obsessed with sexual thoughts; thoughts which interfere with my ability to work properly, have relationships, and go about my daily activities. Like I said, I call bullshit!

     I've been in this game and in politics for a decade now and I can admit I have made some mistakes along the way. Their names are Chy'anne, Lyrica, Mina, and Aubree. These four women are my wives. How did I end up in this fucked up situation? Where do I start?

     I met Mina first. She is my Blasian wife; her mother African American and her father is from Thailand. She was my manicurist before I made her fine ass quit and moved her into my five bedroom, four bathroom home. I was infatuated with her beauty and waking up to her pretty ass face sucking my dick every morning. She really did love me long time. She loved sucking my dick more than she loved taking it but her pussy was like steak and lemonade too. We never went out much but we made up for that time with sex. I knew I wanted her to be with me forever because I never knew what it felt like to want head and pussy; she gave it to me in abundance.

     Not long after marrying Mina, my snow bunny Chy'anne came along. She was the baddest white woman I had ever seen the day we locked eyes at the gym we happened to be in at the same time. She was there for a yoga class and her yoga pants couldn't tame the monkey that was peeking at me from between her juicy thighs. My eyes were fixated on her phat ass pussy. I had never been with a white girl up till that point so of course I jumped on the opportunity to have my dick sucked by one; I heard they were the best! Long story short, I made her wifey after she sucked my soul through my dick. I was in love with her deep throat game.

     Aubree was an intern with my campaign office. She was already interested in me which is why she joined my campaign team. I am sure that she had no idea that I was a freak with two wives who lived in separate cities so that they would never find out about each other. All they knew was that their husband was a politician and always busy and spent long nights at his office working. They never questioned me or my whereabouts so stringing Aubree along for my benefit was easy. She offered me great sex as well, and she was much younger than me; my pretty young thing as I referred to her. She had a lot of energy and stamina and loved riding my well endowed penis until she couldn't feel her legs anymore. I loved watching her fat round ass bounce and wiggle up and down my dick. She wasn't as good at sucking dick as she was popping that pussy but I had other wives for that. She was down for me and showed me her worth during my campaign so she soon became another wife too.
  
     I was a busy man with work and three women to take care of financially and sexually and emotionally but that didn't stop me for marrying Lyrica six months after I met her. She is that down ass around the way black Queen that every black man needs in his life. My other wives loyalty didn't compare to Lyrica's. She would hide a body for me if I needed her too with no questions asked. She cooked, she cleaned, and she fucked me good on a regular and was the nastiest of them all. She was my squirter, my porn star, my stripper, my sex slave. I am in love with her the most. And unfortunately, she is the reason why I am here. This therapist that we are seeing, is her best-friend and Lyrica found out about my other "situations." Now she has a secret to tell me and an ultimatum for her to keep her mouth shut. She is threatening to tell them and my colleagues, This shit will ruin my career and life! The one that I trusted the most and loved the most now had my entire life and career in the palm of her french manicured hands. I dreaded seeing her walk through that office door......

TO BE CONTINUED....

Love Incarcerated

     I gotta be out my damn mind quitting a $25 an hour government job to make $10 less per hour just to see this nigga. I know it sounds crazy but I love him just that much. And sitting here in this interview is proof of how much I love his ass even though he ain't no good for me. I knew that much before I married him yet I still married him. Good sex will make a bitch go crazy and I was one of those bitches. Not to mention he rescued me from my abusive pimp and took care of me, put me through school, fed me, clothed me, and held me down until I finished and got a real job. 

     The interview at the sate penitentiary where my husband was housed for aggravated robbery, among other charges, went great. I knew that my credentials would secure the position as a corrections officer. Obviously, I didn't care for the money; I need my husband and he needs me. How he makes me feel, no one else can do that for me. If this is what I gotta do to be with him, then I will do it. I made a vow to that man, through thick and thin and for better or worse; this was our worse. 

     Within a week, I was in uniform going through orientation and training. My husband had no idea what I was up to. He was nine months in on a sixteen year bid so this would be a surprise for him. I haven't seen him at all because I knew that I couldn't visit and apply for a job at the same prison and eventually I knew that I would get figured out. But now that I'm here, we'll be hugging, kissing, sucking, fucking, licking, and whatever else he wanted to do. My pussy was getting wet during orientation just thinking about it. 

     Two weeks later, I was now a corrections officer on duty and on a mission. I learned of my husband's location in the prison during a tour of the facility. I seen him but he didn't see me see him. The first chance I got I would catch him alone and swallow his dick to let him know and show him what was good. I had been doing my research over the past two weeks and I know that he worked in the kitchen. I figured out when to catch him and where. I am getting excited for so many reasons. The thrill of getting caught, the sneaking around, not to mention the dick game is strong and got me hooked like Newports.

     I watched my husband's every move for the first week and a half or so to get a feel of his routine and a feel of the other officers. I didn't need anybody hating or cock blocking my shit. The opportunity I was waiting for would soon come. But I definitely wasn't expecting what came with it. 

     "What the fuck Vaughn!"

     "Celeste!? What the fuck is you doing here? And in a fucking CO's uniform?"

     Here this nigga was with another nigga bent over an old broken desk in a storage closet, fucking the hell outta his ass and he was asking me questions. I am livid and confused and hurt. My husband was already turned out! 

     "Nigga you gay now?" 

     "It ain't what it look like Les. It's just a piece of ass, no different from one of these bitches you think I be fucking with."

     

     I wanna slap the hell out of his ass for thinking I'm stupid. It's sad how much he knows me and knows what to say to keep me. 

     "I got needs Les. What am I suppose to do for sixteen fucking years huh? Did you come here for me?"

     "I did but I don't know no more now. I quit my job to apply here just so I can be with you. Look like you moved on already."

     I am big salty! And feel like a damn fool standing here with my husband and his butt buddy.

     "We can still be together baby. We can all be one big happy family. I'm with you when you here and with him when you ain't. I love you so much. You my rider that's why I married you and not them other hoes."

     He was right about that, I was his rider and would do whatever for him just to be with him. And he knew it too. And again he was right, I'd do anything to be with him, even if it meant sharing him with another man......

TO BE CONTINUED....