“Why have love and pain when you can just have great sex?”- Natalie Jane Lorin
Some say, once a good girl goes bad, she’s gone forever. However, reality says once a good girl gets laid the right way, she’s a brand-new freak, right? Natalie’s passionless marriage is slowly dying; one day her husband up and leaves without an explanation. Joyclyn , from the bestselling series, The Ultimate No-No, takes a liking to Natalie and seductively brings Natalie into her world of sex, lust, and the game of who can get it. When Natalie meets William David, their sexual chemistry turns into something more than just a one night. Natalie discovers more than just her sexual beast; she soon finds herself face-to-face with true love. Joyclyn’s envy threatens to get the best of her; she wants Natalie all to herself; find out what happens when the game of who can get it turns into a game of winner takes Natalie.
Never beg more than once
I gripped my cell phone as if it was the lifeline to his hello. Speak to him Natalie. Just say something to change his mind. I was too prideful at this point. I had nothing more to give and I was tired of being in love alone. I dropped my head into my left hand and studied the cell phone that I clung to in my right hand.
“Do you love me?” I asked Kenneth. Isn’t it funny how the one name that used to give you butterflies was now like a bucket of crabs? They just disgusted the hell out of you.
He avoided the question and continued his rant about how unhappy he was and how he was tired and needed a break. I would be lying if I said I didn’t see this coming and that I half-way didn’t give a fuck. But I did. He was familiar. He was security for me. He was easy. He was all that I had known.
“Natalie, listen to me. Just give me a moment to figure some things out; then maybe we can talk more.” He hung up so fast that I didn’t get a chance to respond.
I fell backwards onto the bed and stared at the ceiling fan. I told myself not to cry, but I could feel the warm tears fall back and land inside my ears. I winced at the pain in my chest, from a broken heart. I turned my head to the right, looking at the TV that was on mute and stared at that. I didn’t blink for minutes at a time and felt that my breath returned to my body only to give me air to live.
Kenneth was my everything. He was my husband. He was my life. But what was I to him? I felt replaceable to him, and he was making it very clear that I was in fact, not his everything.
Walking into my bathroom, my feet touched the cold marble floors and I rose up on my tippy toes until my skin was familiar to the chill. I planted myself in front of the mirror and stared at my reflection. My eyes were swollen and dark, my lips were quivering; my eyes traveled to my dark skin, my shoulders, my full breasts, my slim waist, and I turned to the left to catch a view of my peach-shaped ass. I was fly, no doubt. But something was missing. All of me didn’t keep my husband here.
My eyes shot back up to my hair. I had been growing it since I was fourteen; the year that I had met Kenneth. My hair was so long now that it was hard to manage and I had always wanted to cut my brown tresses. But Kenneth loved my length. He was amazed that a black woman’s hair, especially a chocolate one, could grow down her back.
I frowned at my hair and began to pull out drawer after drawer. Not finding what I was looking for, I rushed down the stairs of my house and rushed into the kitchen. Opening the knife drawer, I pulled out the sharpest knife, grabbed a handful of my hair, and in one quick move, I sliced my hair off; one handful after the other. In mere seconds, I looked down, saw the floor covered in hair, and I fell down on my knees, crying.
I cried for what seemed like hours, but were only minutes. Never cry over a man, you just get under a new one. I heard Mama’s voice in my head and suddenly, it felt like she was in the kitchen, staring at me and shaking her head. I stopped crying, stood up slowly and took a deep breath.
I picked up the house phone and dialed Destani. “Hey girlie, what’s up?”
“Can you fit me in, I need my hair done?”
“Sure mama, when you wanna come?” I could hear Destani’s ghetto butt popping her gum as she asked her question.
“I’m coming now. I need a whole new look. And I am going to need it by tonight.”
Joyclyn
Ask and it shall be shown to you
I was like a madam showing her new baby the ropes. But don’t get me wrong; I wasn’t about to pimp Natalie. I was just going to show her my world. The fact that her husband had just left her, made her easy and curious about my world. She wanted a distraction from her heartbreak and I appointed myself to be that very thing she needed. She needed a new life.
I gave Natalie a gentle tug on her hand to get her attention. I mean; with all the naked ass everywhere, I was sure she struggled with not staring at all. “You good?” Natalie nodded her head, but her face said otherwise.
I led her to a back room called, “Cierra”. It was the room that many people could watch or participate. And I knew that I couldn’t get Natalie to participate on this go round, but I definitely was going to give her something to watch.
“Take a seat right here. Don’t move.”
“Okay, but where are you going?” Natalie grabbed my hand.
I pointed across the room. “You see that guy over there?” She nodded yes. “I’m bringing him back over here. Hold tight.” I scurried off before Natalie could ask any more questions as I made my way over to Lyndon. He and I had never been more than fuck buddies and have had quite the sexual appetite together. When I called him to say I had fresh fish to break in, he was down for it. Tonight Natalie was going to get a show she would never forget.
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I slowly and seductively dance in front of Lyndon. His six-foot three frame towered over my five foot six body and playfully slapped my ass. “Bring your sexy ass here,” he demanded. I laughed, allowing my body to be thrown into his.
“Hey Daddy!” I purred.
Bending down, Lyndon sloppily kisses my lips, pushing me backwards onto the chair that sat mere inches away from Natalie. “Hmmm,” I moaned as my ass connected to the seat. My lace see-through negligee wasn’t any shield for my hardened nipples that were now pushing through the fabric. Lyndon notices them too, takes his teeth, and bites the left one.
“Ouch!” I playfully screamed, pushing his head into my breast. I shake them back and forth as he pulls the lace top from my torso revealing my naked erect nipples. “Hmmm, Daddy.”
I could see Natalie watching. She hadn’t turned away and that meant one thing. She was interested in what she was seeing. I grab my legs, throwing the mound of my pussy into the air for Lyndon to get a good view. My pearl was swollen and pushing its way between my lips, calling out, “Taste me Daddy; I want you to taste this pussy.”
Lyndon took to his knees and as if he were in a position to say a prayer, he opens his mouth, sticks his tongue out, and dips it inside of me. His tongue was in a form of an L as he draws back; my pussy’s nectar creating a natural lip balm for his lips. I looked down to watch the show; he dipped in and out of my pussy and as my ooey gooey cream oozed, I could see the evidence of my cum drizzle down his tongue like cinnamon frosting.
I jerk my head back as I pulled my legs back further to my belly, thrusting my hips into Lyndon’s mouth. When I felt myself coming I called out, “I’m about to cum.” I eyed Natalie to see if she was indeed watching and she was. I squeezed my eyes really tight and allowed my head to fall back once more when I felt my pussy squirt out juices. “Ahhh!” I screamed.
Lyndon greedily buried his face in my juices as we both breathed in and out deeply. “Let me taste you, Daddy.”
Dropping my legs, I stood up, my knees wobbling from my orgasm as Lyndon wiped his face with the back of his hand. He planted himself in the spot I was just seated in as I looked over to Natalie. “Come here baby girl. I want to show you something.”
Natalie’s eyes were big as if she were in shock. I wanted to laugh, but I held my composure. I was certain that Natalie had never squirted before as I did and wondered how the hell did that could come out of me. I would explain later. I thought. “Get on your knees.” I order her.
“On my knees?”
I nodded my head slowly. “You’re not going to touch or do anything. I just want you to be able to see well. I want you to get a good view of what I am about to show you. Pleasing your partner is very important, baby girl. You should know that sex isn’t about yourself; it is an experience between two beings whose main goal is to please each other. “ She nodded her head slowly.
I pointed to a spot on the floor. “Kneel here. I am going to kneel next to you.” I took a spot on the floor and waited for Natalie to follow me. Natalie took to her knees and kept looking back from me to Lyndon, who lay back on the chair.
“Never mind who he is. He is a willing partner that’s going to help you see.”
“Help me see what?”
“How to please a man with your mouth!”
From teen mom to CEO by the age of 21, Tamika Newhouse launched her first company AAMBC, a media group for black writers, in 2008. She would then start Delphine Publications in 2008 and it independently grossed six figures by its third year in existence. She has authored thirteen novels, for which she won seven African-American Literary Awards, one for being Publisher of the Year.
Tamika has been featured in Essence Magazine, VIBE Vixen, Juicy Magazine, Uptown Magazine, and many others, expressing her role in the publishing industry. She single-handedly has worked with well over six hundred authors and has assisted in launching over sixty independent publishing houses. She is the producer of the AAMBC Awards and creator behind the docu-style web series, Lit Ish. With over one hundred books published by this young CEO, she now sets her sights on the entertainment industry. Along with producing her award show and web series, she plans to step into stage and film production.
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