To be 23…again… [Archive]

HulaSista

04-07-2002, 03:06 PM

There is nothing special about me. I can read the minds of men and I can take the advice of women. I love kids and want 10 for my self whenever I get married. Right now, it’s all about my money.

On a rare lunch break I went to buy some coffee and look who’s calling… my girl Taylor. I love her so much. She has helped me out of some major shit in my life… AND I AIN’T EVEN 30 YET. 4 more days and I will be unlocking the next door to the rest of my life.

I met Taylor when I was 23. She and I shared some hairy moments together. But I am glad I went through it with her. No one else in this world could have changed me like she did.

See I came from a modest upbringing. I was sheltered all my life and when I finally got into college, I literally lost my mind. Who’d have thunk that there would be so many fine mature older men in college? That is how I thought back then. I was yet to realize what life experiences was available to me.

I was studying radio broadcasting, and in my 5th year at UC Berkley. They had threatened me (sorta) to get out since I was taking a tad bit too long finishing obtaining my degree. Academic probation was my middle name. I couldn’t help it. I had to learn to schedule my classes in the afternoon because there was no way I could wake up from a night of fuckin and make it to class on time. Such was life, at 23.

I remember one time; I met a man who was going to UCB from India. He was not the typical Indian man you would see. He actually looked like a brotha! I was too through. He was a poly-sci major and he talked too much.

Well, he and I hooked up one day at Leopold’s and had coffee across the street. His accent got on my freaking nerves, but I didn’t care too much. I think we were talking about political awareness in the Indian community of Berkeley when I first seen Taylor walk through the door. She was with this foine chunk of hunk, and I wanted him so bad, that I was willing to leave my Indian boy, beat her ass, and take the gold pure pirate style. But I am a lady. That isn’t cool to do out in public. I decided to wait until nighttime if I should see them walk the streets again. I turned my attention to Hababi as he carried on.

I continued to sit there and listen to him rant and rave about picketing and going to the mayor’s office and all kinds of shit that black folks had done 40-50 years before us. All I could think of was how big his dick was and when was I gonna get a chance to suck it. Finally tired of hearing about the Indian fight for equality I interrupted:

HulaSista

04-07-2002, 03:07 PM

“Let’s go fuck”

And walked out the café.

He followed, and ran to catch up with me.

He had this huge irritating grin on his face.

Liz: “don’t look at me like that”

Hababi: “like what?”

Liz: “like you’ve been looking for a hooka all night and finally found one who agreed to suck your dick”

Hababi: “oh no, its not like that, I am just very happy that we have come to this point in our relationship”

Liz: “relationship? Nig- I MEAN, duuuuude, you trippin. We in a relationship?”

Hababi: “well, I thought that was what you American women want in order to have sex with a man”

I thought about that last line for a minute. How powerful the pussy is that a man is willing to get into a relationship with anyone who would let him just to have some damn sex.

Liz: “well, all women are like that. I am the exception though. Don’t tell no one. It’s a secret code. I would be kicked out the women’s-race if they found out I was giving it up with out anything in return”

Hababi: “really?”

Liz: “yeah really?”

Hababi: “so, what is wrong with me. Am I not good enough to be a husband for you”

Husband? This fool is really on one. What would that look like? Him as a husband. YUK! I mean, he’s foine and all, but, damn, little Indian and black babies running around confused and shit. I don’t know if I could handle that. Then I would have to cook curry chicken instead of fried chicken for the little brats. Naw. That isn’t go work at all.

Liz: “look, there is nothing wrong with you. Nothing at all. I just am not tryna be married, that’s all. You look like a good fuck, so, that is why I gave you my number.”

Hababi: “oh. Ok. Well, so, we are in a relationship?”

Liz: “huh?”

Blank stare.

Liz: “umm, we’ll see. But you go have to fuck me real good before I could make a final decision”

Hababi: “okay”

Okay. Ain’t that some shit. Too damn easy. That is why I want a black man. Negroes make me work for the dick. That’s what I’m talking about.

HulaSista

04-07-2002, 03:07 PM

So we go back to my place. I lived up on Ward Street. I had just moved in and it was a Newly remodeled two-bedroom one bath apartment with an additional vanity area, large backyard, and one parking space. Wall to wall carpeted. 8 blocks away from UC Berkeley campus and a 10 minutes walk to Ashby BART station. It was a little more than most had, and most of all, it was my private space. I didn’t want a roommate. Then I have to be respectful of when I get my freak on and I am not the one to ask no one permission to have sex in my half of the spot. This way, it’s all mine, and I can do how and who I please at my leisure.

I must have been a nut to bring him back to my spot. Knowing he go get sprung and start stalking me when I let him go. Who cares? I just want some dick.

We walked in and I threw my bags on the floor.

Hababi: you have a nice place.

Silence.

I checked my messages, then went to hop in the shower.

When I came out he was laying in my bed butt naked.

Liz: “you might want to get your nasty ass out my bed and in the shower. Dayum. Now I gotta change my sheets.”

Hababi: “but I am clean.”

Liz: I didn’t see you take a bath, so, go get in the shower, and use the soap I set out for you.

He huffs and puffs and goes in the bathroom. I go to take some fresh linen out the closet and curse his mamma, daddy and his whole country. Getting in my bed stanking and shit….

He runs out the bathroom and starts screaming at me.

Liz: “hold the fuck up, who the fuck you hollering at?”

Hababi: “do you really expect me to use this soap?”

Liz: “yes I do expect for you to use that soap. What the hell is wrong with it”

Hababi: “its pear and honeysuckle. MEN do not use soap that smell like fruits!”

Liz: “well, consider yourself a woman and USE WHAT I GAVE YOU. Damn, ain’t nobody else go smell you”

Hababi: “you are serious aren’t you.”

Blank stare.

He walks back in the bathroom and cussing and mumbling.

Liz: “hey I can hear your ass, don’t be crossing my damn name in my muthafuckin…. Fuck up and get your ass kicked out”

I have a fetish for the man I want to have sex with he uses feminine products. I purposely bought all the fruit smelling soaps and soaps made from women perfume so the guys the came over had to use what I had available. Something about a man smelling like a woman did big things to me.

The door bell rings and I look through the peephole.

Boy what a surprise I had when I opened that door.

dulce

04-07-2002, 03:43 PM

Damn, I love my life! Being VP of A&R for a music label gives me access to all the fine men that wanna be on BET & MTV, written about in Vibe and Source and have the big-ass Flash websites…and I can make it happen. Ahhh, then these brothas are soooo grateful. When I was married, I didn’t partake of the goodies they offered up but the spouse thought I was. He figured since I was such a freak with him, that I just couldn’t resist the dick. Silly-ass muthafucka…HA! He did put his genes to use and help me create two beautiful, good-natured children and he does play the daddy role wonderfully, so he’s not all bad…which is good cuz the freak part is true and I have to get mine on the regular! Since it’s usually a bit loud, it’s nice that the kiddies are with daddy every other weekend…

My home is my queendom – in the Berkeley hills near Kensington…nice view, good sized yard – which I need since I’m always having folks over for BBQs, dominos, even Monopoly marathons! Definitely a family & friends type of spot. I think my neighbors think that sunshine equals BBQ, music, laughter and funny cigarettes for Black folks. Hell, I’m not mad at ‘em…works for me!

dulce

04-07-2002, 03:45 PM

And speaking of friends, I do try to surround myself with good, positive people that have my back when necessary. And at the head of the pack is my sistagirlfriend, Lizzy. She’s a decade younger than me but we have so much in common and she is definitely down for me - whenever, wherever and under whatever circumstances. Our friendship started in such a weird way that it could almost be a sitcom!

About 7 years ago (give or take a few), I was wandering around Telegraph Ave. with an ex-boyfriend reliving our college days when this strip of stores and eateries was the place to be! After hanging out, we decided to call his cousin and see if he would help us really feel like we were back in the day by letting us use his apartment for a serious fuck session. (Yeah, old boy still lived in the same spot…perpetual student & pothead)

After cuz agrees to vacate the premises, we get the key from old hiding place (damn, we used to have fun here!) and let ourselves. After lighting up the nicely rolled joint and hitting it a few times, we started to get down to business. Just when we were getting past the grinding and deep tonguing, this racket in some other language starts up next door…

What the hell! And it sounds like a sister is over there really telling Mr. Man something but it’s too muffled to make out clearly. Since it’s busting the mood, I send the ex-boyfriend over to see if he can get us some respite. You will not believe what happens next!

HulaSista

04-07-2002, 04:09 PM

I thought it strange that the damsel-in-distress I seen earlier would release her superhero to me in such a telepathic manner.

I got Indian boy in the shower and Rasta man at the door. Who’s dick do I blow first?

I opened the door and say “hello” and he’s standing there lookin at me like I shit in his grits.

Liz: “how can I help you”

David: “I just wanted to ask you lovely lady if you can keeps it down ova heya. Me and the leetil womb-man iz tryna bust a nut, yano?”

Liz: “well, uh…your name?

David: “David. The lion of Judah, yano. N-knee wayz… I got mad respect man, for what you trying nah do ovah heya, butt, me and me lady wants mauke luv, you dig.”

Liz: “umm yeah… okay, David…. Well, when you get done over there, why don’t you all come and join us over here?”

Hababi: “Liz, who’s at the door”

Gat damn him.

Liz: “get your ass in the bedroom. Don’t be worried bout who’s at my damn door.

Indian boy does lost his marbles and pulls the door wide and is chest to chest now with rasta man for a stand in the door way stare down you want my woman kinda battle. I hope Rasta man wins.

David: “heeeeeey man, I have no beef with you man. I was just tellin your little lady that she does a tad bit to much hollerin for me. She needs to tone nit down a bit so me and mye woman can feel the love tonight. Ya feel me?”

Hababi: “you stay away from my woman or I’ll kick your ass”

Liz: “I got $100 that you the Rasta man would win”

Hababi: “are you betting against me.”

Blank stare.

David: “look, Iyam not look-king for any trouble man, Ise got my lady on the kitchen counter with her legs spread eagle waiting for the king sceptor. I don’t have time to ar-gwew. Lets just keep it down, and we’ll all be alright”

Liz: “so David, you coming over after you leave your tramp”

Taylor: “who you calling a tramp?”

Liz: outside corners of her eyes turned up, one eyebrow higher than the other; “I didn’t you there.”

David: “babee, itsz allllll right. I am hand-dul-ing it. Look people, my lady is ready for me. Have a good day”

Liz: “hey David, why don’t you show your … er… woman, how I sucked your dick just now”

POP!… and I was out like a light.

dulce

04-08-2002, 09:43 AM

The ex-boyfriend, David, honors my request cuz he knows how important mood is to me…plus he knows I have a wicked temper and if I am the one to go next door…well shit won’t be pretty. So there I am sitting on the kitchen counter, sliding my panties off (since my coochie is wet and throbbing and these are my La Perla draws) so that all he has to do is slide the dress up and off. After a couple of minutes of listening to the rumble of his voice (can’t understand what he’s saying), it’s obvious that the folks next door are not making this easy. Then I hear old boy jump into the conversation. What the hell? I’m feeling nice and I’m ready to fuck, so maybe I need to handle this bullshit.

I jump off the counter, pull down my dress and stomp into the hallway. As I get closer, I hear this screaming female trying to give David the ass! Why don’t you come join us? Awww, hell no! And her man is all up in my man’s face – looking like he wants to redeem his ass-whipping coupon. But David is handling things, so I just stand to the side for a minute until I hear this broad call me a tramp! What? Fuck that, I have to step in and I ask her “Who you calling a tramp?” Then she says some shit to David about her sucking his dick.

Did I say that I have a baaad temper? Just that quick, I slide between David and this woman and “Bam!” – I punch her dead in the jaw! Sistagirl was down for the count and David grabbed me and pulled me back into the hallway. Her man was down there with her, trying to tend to her and I have to say that when I saw her out like that, I started to feel a little bad about what I did.

Just a little bit.

But when I get ready to apologize for being so ghetto, I feel David’s swollen-ass dick rubbing up against me from behind. And he’s realized that my ass is bare. Plus I’m getting juiced up all over again. So I’m torn between doing the right thing and making sure that girlfriend is okay (even though she was tripping!) and pulling David back into the apartment and letting him fuck me into oblivion.

Then Miss Thang opens her eyes…

PecanTan

04-08-2002, 10:29 AM

So are you two going to finish this or what. I feel like I was cut off in the middle of a good book. WTF. :confused:

dulce

04-08-2002, 10:54 AM

oh yeah, we're gonna finish it. It'll be ongoing everyday...:D
glad you enjoyed it so far...

PecanTan

04-08-2002, 11:04 AM

Cool Beans Dude! :D :D

Sparkles

04-08-2002, 11:42 AM

Originally posted by PecanTan+
So are you two going to finish this or what. I feel like I was cut off in the middle of a good book. WTF. :confused:

My first comment when I got your post, what the Hell pecan doing all up in the story post(sorry about that)..

Hula and Dulce girls this is good can't wait until tomorrow to read more.

BTW--PEcan ----COOL BEANS----now that's funny haven't heard any one use that in a long time....

Juicey1

04-08-2002, 11:51 AM

Is that all for today??? It was really gettin' good to me. Can't wait until tomorrow. I want to know what happened (I'ma sucka for a good story):upto: :D

dulce

04-08-2002, 12:04 PM

it's real in our minds!

stay tuned, ya'll!

HulaSista

04-08-2002, 12:45 PM

Naw nigga get off me!

Indian boy all up in my damn grill. NO SHE DIDN’T CLOCK ME. I ought to beat her ass. But I got a headache.

Hababi: “I’m calling the police”

Liz: “You ain’t doing shit. Get out my house”

Hababi: “What? You can’t let her do that to you”

Liz: “Look, there is a secret code that says that you don’t do what I just did. I deserved it”

Hababi: “No you didn’t. Her husband came here interrupting our household. He was not right”

Liz: “You trippin.”

Did he just say OUR household?

Hababi: “I’ll get you a towel”

Liz: “No. just go get your clothes and move in. I may need protection from those two”

I can tell he was happy. And I was stupid. But I needed some consistent dick and help on the rent. He seems consistent enough.

Next thing I know, Indian boy is ghost and I hear them to banging their brains out next door. Since I didn’t get none, I go outside to peep what kinda game she spittin anyways.

The light is on in the window, but the curtains are drawn. I stay below the bottom of the window and peek through the sparse opening of the curtains.

He is standing there just as strong as ever. He has caramel skin, bulging muscles and dreads that are out of this world. He has a tattoo of a lion on the top left shoulder who’s mouth seem to open and close in a roar with each thrust he makes in to that girl.

I am getting wet in my panties now, and no one to serve me. I don’t know when Indian boy is coming back, so, I place two fingers between my thighs and starts to rub as I watch them fuckin and listen to them screaming. My nose feel like it’s broken, but I know it isn’t. The first time and last time I broke my nose was when I was talking shit to this other girl about her man I wanted to fuck. I thought I would die that day.

With my ass up bent up in the air and my legs spread to a V, I ignore the pain in my face and continue to get my rub on. Peeping through the window, he pulls her up and turns her over to do her doggy style. I am afraid she may see me and come out and beat my ass, so instead, I kneel down on my haunches and rub the clit while listening to them screaming and moaning like the sun rise and sets between their asses. The sounds are so tantalizing and erotic, that I come right there and I’m stuck, literally, unable to move.

I hear the locks of their apartment click and the door opens …

Sparkles

04-08-2002, 01:00 PM

dulce was typing while I was reading abut LIzzie.

OH! Hula and Dulce do you ladies know what Harassment is, because that what ya'll are going to get if you don't bring it. I can't be waiting.

COME WITH!!!LOLOLOL

dulce

04-08-2002, 02:19 PM

Well, I guess girlfriend thought better of her actions, too. Her man was trying to be all chivalrous and shit, wanting to take some kinda action but she told him basically to get off her and leave it alone. We just looked at each other – ok – there was some teeth sucking and eye rolling but all things considered, our parting was pretty mild. And I have to say is this: her man looked good! Very exotic - which is just my flavor…mmmm.

My dread man takes me back to the apartment so we can finish what’s starting up again. Once we get inside he locks the door and before I can react, I’m in the air – he’s picked me up and spun me around so that my legs can lock around his waist. In a few steps we are back in the kitchen and I feel the cool tiles against my ass. Oh shit, this brotha starts licking my neck just the way I like it. My head’s thrown back and I am soooo ready when he starts rubbing the head of his dick on my clit. Damn…I grab him and start kissing him deep and hard. Then he slides himself right up in me and it’s on! I cum as soon as he gets it all in and within seconds, we are both moaning and sweating like crazy. Then he flips me around so that I’m leaning over the kitchen table…he’s got a handful of my hair and his arm is around my waist and he’s licking the back of my neck.

In the middle of all this, we hear the front door open but we are too caught up to stop. It’s his cousin! What the hell is he doing back? He walks into the kitchen, looks at us for a minute and tries to casually walk over to the refrigerator – like he comes across people fucking in his kitchen everyday. I’m still watching him while David is whispering to me – asking me if I want him to stop. I tell him to keep going. His cousin stops at the window and looks down for a minute, says “Oh yeah”, then walks out the back door. But I’m cumming to hard to worry about it at that moment.

Guess we’ll find out what was up later…

HulaSista

04-08-2002, 03:37 PM

I look up and there is this brown sugar frappuccino standing in the door. I am so embarrassed, I slowly stand up, pull my dress down and walk back to my apartment.

“HEY”

oh shit. He noticed me. I don’ t turn around.

“where are you going?”

I am a nervous wreck now. Caught between shock and horniness that some one caught me, pick up my left foot and slowly start walking to my door.

“I said WHERE ARE YOU GOING?”

Being the sass ass that I am, I turn around and say: “wouldn’t you like to know?” Damn. Why I say that?

“what were you doing outside my window?” he walks up to wear he seen me and peeked in. I know he can see the view I had, and he turns around and gives me a cunning grin.

“nothing,” I say “just, umm looking to see if they threw the news paper”. They? It takes that many people to throw one paper?

In that same moment, Indian boy comes walking up with his suitcase and is looking at mystery man and me suspiciously.

“is everything alright?” says Hababi.

“Yeah, I’m cool”. I look at brown sugar and turn to complete my walk into the apartment. Hababi takes one last look at brown sugar, comes into the house and slams the door.

“what are you trying to do, embarrass me?” said Hababi. I am still surprise how ‘comfortable’ he is acting like he own this shit. He and I are going to have to have a deep talk when he gets settled in.

I ignore him and remove myself to take a shower. When I come back out, my front door is open. I peep out and see the apartment door where mystery man, dread man and the tramp had came out before and I walk over to see what was going on.

I stepped into the apartment and I see Hababi giving the men a lecture to stay away from his woman and all this other bullshit. I let him speak his peace and then he walks over to me, grabs my hand and leads me out. I am too through. I hear the men snickering behind us and I start to feel awkward that they may be thinking less of me. I am not a happy camper. Since I didn’t want to ruin my chances with Indian boy, I keep my mouth closed and reminds myself to look for a better paying job so I can kick his ass out.

Around 2am, I wake up and find homey not in bed. I knew he wasn’t studying for any upcoming test and wondered where could he be at this time of the night. I shiver at the fact that I could be worried about someone I don’t give 2 wits of a shit about, but get up reluctantly, because, all in all, I don’t want anything to happen to him.

I walk out of the room and get the shock of my life. The negro is getting a blow job from…..

dulce

04-09-2002, 10:07 AM

After David and I finish our little freak session – cut short by his cousin coming home too early – we shower (together – ok, needed to get off just one more time) and get ready to head out to Larry Blake’s to get something to eat, have a few drinks and listen to some music.

Once I’m dressed, I walk into the living room and at the front door trying to be all manly and shit is Mr. Exotic from across the way. He’s all up in David and cousin’s faces telling them to stay away form his woman! My temper flares up again but I just stand back, listening. After awhile, the brotha (?) sees me and momentarily falters in his tirade. He’s a little crazy but damn, he’s fine! He makes a few more comments, Cuz and D are just waiting for him to finish and send him on his way…Meanwhile, we’re checking each other out on the sly. After David tells him that we are on our way out, he finally leaves.

At dinner, cuz tells us how he busted the chick from across the way busting a nut while she was playing Peeping Tom during the kitchen scene. He wanted to help her out but she ran off. Oh, it’s on now! Why is she fucking around? Hmmpf, I’m plotting now…

We hang out and notice that we are closing the place down. We head back to cuz’s place to “puff, puff, pass” and so that I can get my car. As we go into the building, we pass the brotha from across the way, taking out the trash or something. All is quiet as we walk by but you know the looks are flying back and forth. Once we get inside, I hang out for a few hours and get ready to go home. I convince David that I will be fine driving home alone and he decides to crash where he is on the couch. Yeah, I got something to do…

As I’m walking down the hall, I see the door where all the trouble started is open and guess who is standing there? That fine brotha with the wild girlfriend! This is better than I planned…He asks if he can talk to me for a minute and proceeds to tell me how he didn’t mean to offend me, blah, blah, blah…While he’s talking, I’m checking out his package which seems to be a very nice size.

Little sidebar: I know I mentioned that I have a horrible temper but did I tell you about my vindictive side? It’s gotten better over the years but back in the day, piss me off and I would definitely have payback for you.

Back to the story: I tell him how upset I was that his woman was talking to my man about sucking his dick…then I began telling him how I wanted to be the only one that sucked my man’s dick, working my tongue around the head, licking it from the bottom of the shaft to the head again before taking it all in…you get the picture. By this point, I have worked my way into the apartment and I’ve started rubbing his shit - he is hard as a rock! He’s wearing sweatpants, so I slide them down and I go down right along with them. The dick is so hard, it’s vibrating and pointing right at me, so what else can I do? I start sucking it just the way I described it to him and after a few trips up and down, I look up to see him looking right at me. I really get to working him now and just when I feel that vein pulsating, here she comes!

“What the fuck is going on in here?”, she screams. I slowly stand up and say “Since you wanna suck my man’s dick, I thought I’d return the favor. Now top that!” This shit is soo fucking funny – he’s standing there with a dick fulla cum, she’s mad as hell and I’m walking calmly out the door…

HulaSista

04-09-2002, 12:48 PM

From one skank to another: I got your revenge.

I march across the hall and walk right into homey’s apartment, locate David on the coach and proceed to rip his pants right off his ass and suck his dick: IN HIS SLEEP…

He wakes up startled and grabs my hair and pull me up off of him.

What do you think you are doing ?” he ask. “since your girl wants to suck muthafuckas dicks, I thought I show her two can play that game.” I tell him and proceed to continue on my dick fest.

His cousin walks out and I look up out the corner of my eyes, dick in grip of the fangs, and motion him over to the left side of him, pull his dick out his pants and starts to stroking.

Hababi walks in, dick still hanging out and I stand up, spread my legs eagle and point to my ass with my left hand. He follows through and kneels down and eats me out while on his knees to get me soft and wet.

And here comes her ass, like she go cut somebody…..

dulce

04-09-2002, 01:07 PM

OMD! Who knew shit would turn out the way it did? I was on my way out of the building and something made me turn around. What do I see but old girl walking into David’s cousin’s place and right behind her is her man with that big ass dick hanging out! Aw hell, you know I had to see what was really jumping off.

Gotta give homechick credit…she was working those 3 brothas! I walked and have to say that initially I was heated to see David’s dick in her mouth. But then I figured, what the hell, David’s not really my man and I’ve never been to one of these kind of parties so I jumped right in…

I walk over to David and ask him how he likes it but his ass can barely talk…but he reaches over and starts rubbing my clit. Mmmmm. While I’m bent over talking to him, his cousin slides right in…he’s riding me from behind and squeezing the fuck out of my nipples…

Homegirl and I make eye contact and it’s like some unspoken shit. Like all the bullshit is squashed and we are just gonna handle our business…

Sparkles

04-09-2002, 01:12 PM

My nigga's!!!!!!!!

Can a sista get this is hard back damn!!!

dulce

04-09-2002, 01:19 PM

Originally posted by Sparkles+
My nigga's!!!!!!!!

Can a sista get this is hard back damn!!!

ctfu! girl, you get a signed copy - hot off the press!

HulaSista

04-09-2002, 01:25 PM

I stood up from D’s dick and watched Taylor get her ride on. I mean, damn. So much for some damn payback. Now I must out fuck her!

Hababi was still under my spread legs, eating me out and fingering my ass with two fingers. When I was good and ready, I turned around and sucked on his dick. After 5 minutes, he picks me up and spins me up side down proceeds to eating me out with my legs in the air. I grab on to David’s dick and continue to blow him out and I feel a finger go in my ass. I knew it was not Hababi, cause he was busy holding on to a sister by the waist. It was Cousin’s fingers and I seen Taylor switch place with him and is sitting on David’s face, while Cousin is standing over David and getting his salad toss by Taylor from behind.

This ho tryna out do ME!

dulce

04-09-2002, 01:47 PM

This shit is crazy! It is so hot and freaky in here that I’m doing stuff I NEVER thought I would do…sexing with people that I just fought with? After I get off from cousin doggy-stylin’ me, David motions to me. I slide off the dick and climb onto David’s shoulders. Having watched each other get served has made us both hotter than ever. While he starts licking me, cousin has moved around and started fingering girlfriend’s ass. Don’t know what came over me but I grabbed cousin by the ass and get busy. He is surprised but I can tell he likes it. Then he switched positions so that I can get to the dick, which he slides into my mouth. After this action goes on for a minute, I move from David’s mouth to his dick but I motion to homechick to take my place on his face. Then while I’m sitting on David’s lap - facing away from him - I pull her man over to where I can suck that fat ass dick again. I can’t see behind me but I think she’s sucking cousin’s dick now…nobody is feeling left out!

HulaSista

04-09-2002, 02:09 PM

So sister swirl tosses the baton and gives me the thumbs up for David’s face. MAN…. The moment I have been waiting for and I STILL had to get permission from her! She so damn bossy!

I am ready to throw down for real now and with the theme song “hammer please don’t hurt ‘em” playing in the background. I get up off David’s face and walk to the refrigerator. I get out a bottle, walk back to the couch, and resume my place. I tell the Cousin to turn around and bend over and touch his ankles. I spread his ass cheeks and poor ranch dressing on that ass… its time to toss salad EL CERRITO GAUCHO STYLE!

I hear Hababi and Taylor moaning extremely loud. I get jealous and turn around and this fool is really enjoying himself. He was calling her Mami and Baby and all kinds of terms of endearment.

Jealousy takes over cause not only is she sucking my man’s dick, but he is enjoying it. Which is what initially jumped this shit off? I am so disgusted that after I come for the 200th time and the Cousin shoots his load or ranch flavored cum in my mouth, I run to my apartment to throw up.

I do not know how things ended. All I remember is the cold tile floor and my face smacking hard against it.

12 weeks later…

It has been a minute or two since I seen “the gang.” Hababi still lives with me, getting on my nerves, as usual. I have been throwing up a lot lately. I missed my period and I tell Hababi to take me to the clinic.

“You’re pregnant,” the doctor says.

WHAT!

I’AM TOO THROUGH. Hababi on the other hand is thrilled. I do not know why. I am too young to be having a baby. I still have school to finish and my career to start and he talking about marriage.

I tell him I do not want the baby and he is quite upset with me. I understand why. I just can’t see little Black Indian kids running around my house. We go home and he cooks dinner. I am too sick to eat. I want to go to bed.

The next day, I hear Taylor and the two dudes enter into the apartment. I still feel this odd ass connection with her since we all shared that night together. I walk over and knock on the door. I she answers.

“Can we talk?”

swtjamaica

04-09-2002, 04:28 PM

...is off da glass!!! keep it up!!!

Tastey

04-09-2002, 04:42 PM

This is the BEST story the HUSH has ever seen...keep it up ladies....keep it up.

dulce

04-09-2002, 09:43 PM

It seems like we are gon be freakin all night...but can it get any better? Talk about cumming together - I'm cumming (again!) and trying to scream with my mouth full, old boy is shooting it down my throat and David is filling me up with his stuff.

Suddenly, girlfriend runs outta the apartment like a bat outta hell. WTF? Anyway, her man leans down and kisses me and runs out behind her. I'm too exhausted to check this out and I figure he can handle it, so I lay back on the couch with David and his cousin.

David and cuz ask me if there is anything I want and spoiled brat that I am, I told them that I wanted to be washed and rubbed and fed...cuz by now I had the munchies like a mug!

So cousin throws on some sweats and heads out for food (knowing him, he'll probably pick up a sack, too!) while David and I head to the shower. He lathers me up, even washes my hair and then slowly dries me off. From there, he takes me to cuz's room amd tells me to lay down on the bed. He goes back into the bathroom and comes back with some amber body oil and matches. After lighting the few candles around the room, he starts my massage. Who woulda thought the night would turn out like this? Maybe he won't be the ex after all. Never did eat that night...

Anyway, about 4 months later, I'm chilling at the apartment - yeah, we're still kicking it - and guess who knocks at the door?

Old girl from the freaky deaky night! Anyway, she wants to talk...

dulce

04-09-2002, 09:52 PM

Well, after what we shared, I feel like we do have a kind of bond, so I invite her in. We go into the kitchen - for a bit of privacy - and I offer her a drink. She turns down the alcohol but accepts some water. Before she gets started, I tell her my name is Taylor and find out that she's Lizzie. I mean, we've seen each other from hem to stem doing all kinda shit so we should at least be on a first name basis. And I do prefer Taylor to tramp or skank...

Lizzie drops a bomb on my ass..."I'm pregnant..."she says. I don't know what to say, I mean it could be any one of the three brothas. And then I feel kinda sick because David and I have really started getting our shit tight. And we are really feeling each other. Fuck, what if it's his?

We sit there for a minute and I toss back my vodka and cranberry to buy some time. Then I ask her what she wants to do...

HulaSista

04-10-2002, 12:32 AM

I want to tell Hababi. Well, he already knows. He just doesn't know that he might NOT be the daddy.

I am yearning to trust Taylor, but, something tells me that this pregnancy might ruin things for her and David. I don't want to get to close. I say thank you and be on my way.

I go back to my apartment and recieve a phone call. Its' Hababi's parents. They want to come over and talk to us. I didn't even know he told them. What kinda mess am i in now.

They come over for dinner. Hababi cooks and they are surprise by his "American" ways. We all sit down and they proceed to tell us that they want to take the baby back to India with them so that we can finish our education. Hababi is in aggreeance and says he and I can marry after we get our degrees. I am not happy because marriage just isn't on my mind. I tell them that I would think about it. Hababi is mad at me. He believes its an easy decision to make. But it isn't.

I am in fear that if he waits this pregnancy out with me, and finds out it is not his, he would surely hang me from the nearest balcony. I decide to tell him how the other two guys could be the father. He slaps me and i fly across the room.

He leaves and I never see him again.

Juicey1

04-10-2002, 05:52 AM

How could she know she was pregnant by one of those guys the same time she first screwed them? Am I missing something here?

Keep it up, this story is off the chain! I am enjoying the hell outta this.

nubianx2

04-10-2002, 05:56 AM

Fantastic reading, but I know this ain't the end.

Sparkles

04-10-2002, 06:22 AM

hula last entry-- she said 12 weeks had past when she found out she was pregnant!!!

Originally posted by Juicey1+
How could she know she was pregnant by one of those guys the same time she first screwed them? Am I missing something here?

Keep it up, this story is off the chain! I am enjoying the hell outta this.

PecanTan

04-10-2002, 07:10 AM

Allright I am officially hooked now, you two need to write a book together. :D

Juicey1

04-10-2002, 09:02 AM

Originally posted by Sparkles+
hula last entry-- she said 12 weeks had past when she found out she was pregnant!!!

I guess I was reading to fast. This story is freaky and off the damn hook:D

Ok, back to the story......

misha

04-10-2002, 10:14 AM

Excellent story ladies, i am officially hooked!

I give it 2 snaps and a circle!

dulce

04-10-2002, 10:34 AM

We sit there in the kitchen for a few more minutes, not really saying much and then Lizzie says she’s gotta go. I walk her out and watch her go down the hall to her place – damn, even her walk seems more low-key than normal cuz usually that girl got a stride for ya ass! You know the feeling you get when something major happens and everything seems to go in slow motion? Felt like I stood in that doorway forever…David and cousin asked me if I was okay…”yeah, I’m cool” is what I say but that’s a lie.

Finally start to shake this fog off when I hear this massive bang and Lizzie’s man storms out of the building. Fuck! I react without thinking and run to old girls apartment. She is lying on the floor – not even crying…just there her eyes closed. It scares the hell out of me and I go to her to see how badly she’s hurt.

“Lizzie..are you okay?…Can you get up?” I ask. She whispers, “Yes” and starts to get up. I’m helping her when David and cousin grab her and tell me that they’ve got her. I didn’t even know they were there. We sit her on the couch and David goes to get her some water. Both the fellas are ready to whop homeboy’s ass. Sure hope he doesn’t come back anytime soon…can’t deal with that drama on top of what I know we have to tell them.

Lizzie takes a sip and just sits there. So I ask her “Do you want to tell them or should I?” Of course, they want to know what, so Lizzie springs the news on them. David looks at me and says nothing but takes my hand. And we all sit there, just stuck...

HulaSista

04-10-2002, 12:47 PM

I deserve that slap. I should know better than to have told that man some shit like that. A man’s pride and sense of culture and family is nothing to play around with.

Taylor, David, and Cuz are around me and all I could do is sit there and contemplate my next move. I see the love in Taylor and David’s eyes and Cuz looks real concern.

“I’ll take care of you if its mine”, Cuz says.

Taylor and David look at him like he just dropped out the sky. I do not know what to think. Part of me feels like I will not be satisfied until all three men are around and we all find out who’s who.

I tell them all that I am tired and want to sleep. They put me to bed and leave the apartment. Its quiet and its cold alone with your problems. I get up to go to the bathroom and I hear the key in the door.

It is Hababi.

He walks up to me and grabs my face. He squeezes it tightly. He rubs his hands up my cheeks and pulls my hair back, lifts my head at an angle and kisses me. He says he is sorry. I want to blow his brains out. I tell him to get into bed so I can give him his nightly back rub.

He complies and goes on to explain himself. How he was stupid to allow “us” in the five some situation that we got into. I listen and do not hear him. I am too upset from the backhand. I stroke his hair and massage his head with almond oil. I brush it back and pull it into a ponytail. I braid a fish tail and put a rubber band at the end of it. His hair is so long and beautiful. It is down to his lower back. It was the one thing that turned me on about him. I still love all that hair. The way it swung in my face as he pounded me in our sex session. The way he flipped it back when he was reading. The way it curled up after a shower. The way he coiled it on top of his head and pinned it tight before going to the temple and pray.

I reach up under the pillow.

Pull out a knife. I come down hard on him.

Gone. All gone.

PecanTan

04-10-2002, 01:07 PM

Originally posted by HulaSista+
I deserve that slap. I should know better than to have told that man some shit like that. A man’s pride and sense of culture and family is nothing to play around with.

Taylor, David, and Cuz are around me and all I could do is sit there and contemplate my next move. I see the love in Taylor and David’s eyes and Cuz looks real concern.

“I’ll take care of you if its mine”, Cuz says.

Taylor and David look at him like he just dropped out the sky. I do not know what to think. Part of me feels like I will not be satisfied until all three men are around and we all find out who’s who.

I tell them all that I am tired and want to sleep. They put me to bed and leave the apartment. Its quiet and its cold alone with your problems. I get up to go to the bathroom and I hear the key in the door.

It is Hababi.

He walks up to me and grabs my face. He squeezes it tightly. He rubs his hands up my cheeks and pulls my hair back, lifts my head at an angle and kisses me. He says he is sorry. I want to blow his brains out. I tell him to get into bed so I can give him his nightly back rub.

He complies and goes on to explain himself. How he was stupid to allow “us” in the five some situation that we got into. I listen and do not hear him. I am too upset from the backhand. I stroke his hair and massage his head with almond oil. I brush it back and pull it into a ponytail. I braid a fish tail and put a rubber band at the end of it. His hair is so long and beautiful. It is down to his lower back. It was the one thing that turned me on about him. I still love all that hair. The way it swung in my face as he pounded me in our sex session. The way he flipped it back when he was reading. The way it curled up after a shower. The way he coiled it on top of his head and pinned it tight before going to the temple and pray.

I reach up under the pillow.

Pull out a knife. I come down hard on him.

Gone. All gone. Oh Dayaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaammmmm! What is going to happen next? :eek:

HulaSista

04-10-2002, 02:29 PM

The symbol of my erotic desires is all gone.

I sat there with his hair in my hair and started laughing hysterically.

He felt the cool breeze on his back from his hair being gone. He turned his head and his neck cracked. The weight of his head is lighter. He could not feel anything. He looked at my hand. Felt his head and the blunt edges of his hair.

It is gone. All gone.

He sat up, pushed me to the floor, and ran to the mirror. He screamed. He howled. He came back, jumped on top of me, and started to choke me. I did not resist. I wanted him dead. I wanted to be dead. He could choke me til kingdom come. He struggled, but he could not bring himself to strangling me completely. He threw me down again, hitting my head to the floor, jumped up and ran out the bedroom.

I laid there. Laughing. Just amused by my antic. He had not even thought for once that I might have chosen to kill him. Instead, he wrestled with the idea of killing me. I thought it be the perfect abortion so that I would not have to walk into the clinic and do it myself. It did not work.

I curled up on the floor, as sounds of dishes crashing to the floor and holes being punched in the walls filled the apartment.

dulce

04-10-2002, 07:11 PM

I keep thinking about Lizzie. This cannot be easy for her and her man is straight tripping. Old Hababi needs to get a grip. But she seemed relatively okay when we left her place, so I left and finally went home. I spend so much time over there, especially now that David has moved back in with his cousin.

Anyway, I'm finally at my place, chilling on my deck, music playing and a vodka and cranberry in my hand...contemplating recent events. If this is David's child, that will really complicate things but I would totally expect him to share responsibility with Lizzie. Whew, I so glad I didn't get caught that night. Either way, I'm gonna talk to her and what she needs. I don't even know if she has people in this area...

Suddenly the mood is shattered by the phone. I answer and David is on the phone. He is so excited and upset that his accent is ten times thicker than normal. I can hardly make out what he's saying.

Hababi is wrecking shit? Whooping on Lizzie? I better come back now? Aw hell naw, I tell him that I'm on my way but he's dropped the phone and all I can hear is his voice yelling to cousin and then the door slamming against the wall.

I hop in my ride and haul ass!

dulce

04-10-2002, 07:20 PM

Granted I only live 10 minutes away but by the time I pull up, it's a freakin' war zone. Cops everywhere - Berkeley don't play that domestic violence shit - Hababi is hemmed up with a gang of cops and so are David and Cousin!

I look for Lizzie and when I don't see her, my heart is in my throat. I push past the police, telling them that she is my sister. I find her inside, just looking disappointed. She looks fine but her place is a mess...holes in the walls, broken pictures, pieces of dishes and vases everywhere. What the hell? The officere finishes taking her statement and leaves us alone.

What happened? I ask her. She tells me about Hababi coming back and trying to make up but that she cut his long ass hair off while he was sleeping. Shit, he was so vain about his hair...all this is the result of that? But Lizzie says that what she hoped to accomplish was to terminate the pregnancy. She figured if she got hit hard enough, it would trigger that. Man, I never know what to expect from her. But I let her know that we are all behind her and if she wants to go to the clinic, we'll all go...and help her pay for it.

No need for shit like this.

And yeah, I'm sounding all level-headed but to be honest, I feel a little jealous about how quickly David ran to her side...

HulaSista

04-11-2002, 12:24 AM

Back to the present:

Yes…. That was an interesting time in my life. Coming from a humble beginnings, my aunts raised me after my parents died. When that happened, it set off a whirlwind of blind winds in my life.

I guess I should finish telling you what else happened those days:

48 hours later after the police was at the house:

Hababi called from the jailhouse. I was still mad, but, figured I would go on ahead and post his bail with the money I had been stealing from his wallet (while he sleeps). It was the least I could do. I also dropped the charges.

I picked him up and he told me he was going to stay at his parent’s house until the baby came. He looked so different. Very vulnerable with his hair cut off. I didn’t tell him I saved it and have it hanging from the bedroom wall. Didn’t want him to think I was sadistic or anything. He said he would pay my rent. He wanted to make sure the mother of his child remains safe at all the times. He told me how the fight broke out with David and Cuzin, but I half listened to him. What caught my ear was that he was going to take the baby back to India with him. Whether I like it or not. I didn’t care. I had plans anyway.

HulaSista

04-11-2002, 12:25 AM

3 weeks later…

Taylor has been coming to the house every other day and calling every single day. David and Cuzin bring soups over for me. David said he made a special Trinidadian family soup that would help the pregnancy along. I didn’t trust it. I just poured it down the drain after they left. Didn’t want to be rude.

Early one afternoon, I set out to take a walk to the nearest cemetery. I searched the headstones for infants who died. I dug the dirt from the grave and placed it in a plastic bag. I then walked over to a grave that was freshly filled from a funeral earlier that morning. I took the petals from the flowers on the wreaths, and went about my way.

I go to the local veterinarian clinic. I asked for the head vet. He sees me in his office and I proceed to let him know what I wanted and my offer. Sex for 1 week straight for the hind leg bone of a freshly killed black cat. He feared his license would get revoked. I promised him good sex with gay man to add punch to the offer. I had seen the vet. Doctor in a gay club once and remembered he was bisexual. He told me I had to fuck him first to seal the deal. I told him I wanted to see the cat first. He escorted me outback to the yard where there was an abandoned cat waiting to be adopted by a little boy. He brought the cat in and put him on the counter. The cat looked at me and tried to run. He put the cat in a cage and placed the cage in front of me. I pet the cat and he scratched me. I licked the blood off my hand while the doctor got behind me and started to rub my clit. He took out his dick and fucked me doggystyle while the blood trickled from my hand and the cat calmed, laid down and waited for his death.

I left the office with cat bone in my purse and went to Hollows Shop down on Telegraph to buy some candles. 26 of the white ones would do just fine.

I went home and scraped the mold off the windowsill. Then grounded half a pomegranate and added the mold to it. I then took the black cat bone and ground it down by hand. Took a teaspoon of curry powder, added that and the bone grinds to the mixture. I took strands of Hababi’s hair and cut it up into the bowl. I then added the flower petals and some of the dirt from the infant’s grave.

HulaSista

04-11-2002, 12:26 AM

I went to visit Hababi. I told him I wanted sex. He complied. I told him to wait in the living room until I prepared the room. I sprinkled the dust all around his bed. Burned the candles and then called him in for his back rub. I lulled him to sleep and left without giving him any punany.

I then went back to the house and visit David and Cuzin. I ask to go to the bathroom and while in there I pull strands of hair from Cuzin’s brush. Getting hair from David would be hard because he has dreads. So, I told him I wanted to give him a blowjob. He immediately dropped his pants and I went to work. I blind folded him and went ahead with the blowjob. Every time when I caught a strand of pubic hair on my tongue, I saved it and made it stick to my breast from the wetness of his precum. When I got 10 curls, I apologized to David for leaving. I felt bad because he and Taylor were still together. I ran out the apartment, across the hallway to my place.

I took David’s hair from my breast before it dried and I lose them. I place them in a glass. I took Cuzin’s hair and cut it up in the glass. I also took some of Hababi’s, and did the same thing. I added more of the dirt. Added orange juice. I drank the concoction.

Calling on old Magnolia
Father Black Hawk
Mother Dora
Mistress Laveux, send me your wisdom

Apporte vos seigneurs et votre mots et vos esprits aussi pour enlever ce bébé de dans moi à vous

I go to sleep. I am tired from my days work and I have class in the morning.

Hababi’s parents’ called to say he was in the hospital. Alta Bates. He is calling for me. I promise them I will go and see him. After class that is.

Taylor calls and says David and Cuzin are both sick as a dog.

Funny. I feel fine. I got my period today. I decide to skip class and go out to buy them flowers. 3 sets of bouquets. I go up to Alta Bates to see the three wise men.

Later on when I returned home that evening, Hababi’s parent called and said that he seems to be nearing death. He is describing white lights and people who are dead. I panic. I don’t want him dead. I call my Priestess Aunt and tell her my situation. She says it’s too late. The flower petals were too much. Now I must pray for forgiveness for my misuse of the ingredients. I have to ask Mary mother of God to comfort him, St Jude to protect me from Hades and Jesus Christ to spare Hababi’s life. I also must fast for 3 days straight. She says if worse comes to worse, I will have to find an Arawak Medicine Man to take over. Who has his number just layin around the house?

I get out the rosaries …and gets to praying.

dulce

04-11-2002, 03:29 PM

It's been almost a month this the blow-up at Lizzie's and me, David and Cousin have been trying to be there for girlfriend since her man is on lockdown. David even made some soup for her...ok, ok, that made me a little green, since he's really not that into cooking...

Anyway, on one of my usual trips to the apartments to see everybody, I find David & cousin laid out sick as hell. Not flu sick but "rush them to the ER" sick. And the docs cannot figure out what's wrong. So Lizzie and I visit them over the next couple of days and still no idea what ails these brothas.

Later one evening, after spending hours at the hospital, Lizzie calls me - her words just tumbling over each other...

"whatthefuckdidIdo?" WhatwasIthinking?"they'regonnadie!"

I finally get her to calm down and fill me in. She tells me that she has put some muthfuckin roots on them! What the hell was she thinking? Now I don't normally believe in this stuff but now I'm freaked out by the fact that she did it and the result. And I'm mad as hell because it didn't even have to go there - I mean what did David and cousin do to her to deserve this? Even raggedy ass Hababi...AND she tells me that she got David's hair while giving him a blow job?

What the muthafuckin hell is wrong with her? We have tried to be there for her and this is what we get for it?

I say all this to her and she explains that she just wanted to terminate the pregnancy.

I understand that but at everyone else's expense?

dulce

04-11-2002, 03:33 PM

I am just so angry with Lizzie...here I was thinking we were developing a cool friendship and this happens. But I can't be too mad about the blow job she gave David...I mean, that door was opened after our little freak fest...I know it's twisted and I'm already a bit jealous but I'm still heated...

While I'm simmering, Lizzie's phone clicks...it's Hababi's parents calling from the hospital and she says she'll call me back...

I'm too afraid to call the hospital myself so I sit here sick to my stomach and wait for her to call me back...

Tastey

04-11-2002, 03:46 PM

:eek:

:eek:

:eek:

Don't stop now!!!!!!!!!!!

HulaSista

04-11-2002, 04:09 PM

4 days later…

I am tired and weary from fasting and praying. I begin to crawl to the kitchen for water. I have enough energy to hope that my last 4 days was not in vain.

I check my messages and Hababi’s parents have called. They say he is out of the hospital and back to school. He jumped up outta the bed one evening full of energy. He did not even know I existed. When they kept asking him to call me, it was as if he was struck with amnesia and did not know what they were talking about. He remembers everything else in life, but no recollection of the four months he has known me.

I go across the way to see how David and Cuzin are doing. They answer the door all cheery. They said that they heard my prayers while they were sick and was thankful. I am confused now. I ask where Taylor was. They said she took off somewhere. That she needed to think. They invite me in, but turn down the offer. I am now fearful of what Taylor thinks of me.

I go back to my apartment and grab my keys and purse. I have to go down to the vet clinic.

Sparkles

04-16-2002, 01:17 PM

Hula and Dulce stop playing with me please!!!

dulce

04-22-2002, 10:10 AM

You know how sometimes you just have to get away from everything and everybody? Well, that’s how I’m feeling. Once I found out that the fellas were okay, I broke camp. Just packed a bag, loaded up my car with music and some sustenance and hit the road.

No destination, just cruising down the coastline – listening to some Donald Byrd, Stevie and Miles…and of course, Etta James. Right now I feel like nothing is making any sense. And that I got myself into a situation that I just cannot handle emotionally. Lizzie is into some other shit – WTF with the voodoo madness? Plus the deal with David is on shaky ground. How can I be friends someone that might suck my man’s dick at the drop of a dime? Or be with a man that will let that shit happen? Factor in that I’m sexually attracted to Lizzie’s man (though his status is debatable!) and it’s just a big mess.

Whenever we are all together, there is just too much sexual energy jumping off and I KNOW I’m not the only one thinking about “that night”. David, cousin and I even had our own mini-freak-fest one night hot afternoon when we were all perking and nothing was on TV. Gotta decide if that is the kind of lifestyle I wanna be living. Hoping that this little self-discovery mission will shed some light on the right path. Don't get me wrong – I do NOT plan to give up good freaky sex but need some time…

And who knows what can happen on the road…

HulaSista

04-22-2002, 12:27 PM

I'm sad now.

My one chance at a good friend has taken off and I for once have no connection to David and Cousin. I know I have screwed up miserably and hope that I can find the guts to apologize to Taylor upon her return

I was going to my class and this guy stopped me and asked me for my name and number. I felt the old me step back and size him up. then the "want to be new" me said quietly, "LIzzie". The guy said "as in LIzzy Borden?" and started laughing hysterically. I shivered and turn and walked away. he was calling my name apologizing but I didn't hear him. Memories of my parents death flooded in my mind and I wanted to go somewhere so I could forget the way I murdered them.

dulce

05-10-2002, 07:26 PM

I know there are other spots for relaxing but like a Cali newbie, where do I end up? Carmel! Ain't shit going on after 9pm but the beach...for solitude and reflection. On the drive here, I thought about calling Lizzie - maybe I shoulda brought her with me...I think sista could use some stabilization in her life. I mean, DAMN, you just can't be putting spells and shit on folks...I just know I ain't eating nothing that chick cooks when she's mad at me!

Anyway, been here for almost a week, eating in this quaint little Italian spot every night (little family joint and they seem so happy to see a sistagirl), chilling on the beach and just exploring the area.

But this place is only so big - I either gotta move on, continuing the journey or take my ass back home...

I think I'm gonna keep rolling...but first I'm wanna see if there are ANY men in this town worth giving some ass to...Maybe that cute young Italian guy at the restaurant...That will take my mind off David - cuz I try not to think about it but you know I wonder what he & Lizzie are up to...

Naw, I'm not calling...not yet...

HulaSista

05-12-2002, 01:27 AM

...david calls every day... wondering if Taylor called...

and every day i tell him no.

i just wish... just wish... wish... she would...

Sparkles

06-04-2002, 12:12 PM

get a little something dang! I know every spending there free time preparing for hushnic 2002, but can I get a lil something?!?!?

dulce

06-04-2002, 07:42 PM

I'll get busy! Hula, girl, ya ready?

HulaSista

06-04-2002, 11:32 PM

aaaaaaaaaaight! :upretty

Sparkles

06-05-2002, 08:33 AM

very much!!!1

Tastey

08-03-2002, 04:03 PM

Okay ya'll had June and July off, can we gets back to the story please??? :D

HulaSista

08-05-2002, 10:10 AM

Ya never know... Dulce may surprise ya'll and show up at Hushnic... and we can act this story out in Live Action! Complete with the Kung Fu Grip!

dulce

09-24-2002, 11:18 AM

Getting ready to pack it up and I decide to call David – just to see what’s going on. He answers but instead of sounding even a little bit excited to hear from me, he seems distracted. After some dry “What you been up to” convo, he mentions that Lizzie is worried about me and that they talk about it everyday…hmmm, wonder what else they are doing everyday…

Still not feeling this situation, so I end the call, telling him I’ll be in touch and just sit on the edge of the bed…thinking what the hell I should do next…

Decide to have dinner at the Italian place one last time before I head out and say my goodbyes to the family that runs it. They have taken good care of a sista’s appetite. It’s late but hopefully, I can still get something.

I walk in and the mom/hostess rushes over and takes my hand, leading me to my usual table, all the while telling me how glad she is that I came back. Once I’m seated and she brings me a glass of wine, I just relax and peruse the menu while she starts to close up the place.

“Would you like watch me make your dinner?” says this deep accented voice. I look up and the cute Italian guy is smiling and holding out his hand. Damn, I’m glad I came back! As we head towards the kitchen, he says something to his mom in Italian, which either means “I’ll close up” or “Go upstairs because I’m about to tear this ass up!”

Once we’re in the kitchen, I sit in a stool by the counter and he grabs a pan and ask what kinda of pasta I’d like. Hmmm, I tell him “puttannesca” and he cracks up. So we just kinda smile at each other, make small talk until he brings the spoon over for me to taste the sauce. It’s good but he’s looking better…some sauce gets on the side of my mouth and he starts to wipe it off with his finger. I grab his hand and tell him that I want him to use his tongue. He puts the spoon down, puts his hand behind my head – pulling my hair just a little bit and starts to lick the sauce off. With his other hand, he grabs my ass and pulls me closer to the edge of the stool…close enough to feel his hard-ass dick. I wrap my legs around him and he lifts me onto the counter, all the while he is sucking my earlobes and licking my neck. We start tonguing each other while he unzips my jeans. I raise my hips just enough for him to slide them off. As he kneels and pulls them all the way off, he starts to rub and kiss my calves, my thighs finally working his way to the spot! Damn, I am loving this service!!! Once I start cumming, I grab his head and starting riding the hell outta his tongue. As I start to relax, he slides up, pulls my shirt up and starts sucking, licking and biting my nipples – switching from one breast to the other as he slides his dick all up in me. Oh shit, trying not to scream but this man is long AND wide. I’m holding on tight because with every stroke, he’s climbing up on the counter with me. Then he’s got me laid all the way out with his hand under my head (glad cuz that counter is hard as a mutha!) Then he grabs my legs and pulls then up and over his shoulders. Then BAM! He pulls almost all the way out before slamming that muthfucka in to the hilt! After I lose count of how many times I’ve cum, he slows it down a bit, lays on top of me and starts digging deep – telling me some sexy-sounding shit I can’t even understand but I like it. I feel his dick swell and I know he is about to cum. Once he lets it out, we just lay there. And all I can do is start laughing because tomorrow’s customers will have some extra spice in their sauce!

Sparkles

09-24-2002, 12:07 PM

Got damn Dulce, coming correct...

Now let see long it take that damn hula, to come in with her part:upto: lololol

HulaSista

09-25-2002, 09:38 AM

Why don’t we
Why don’t we
Why don’t we
Why don’t we

Why don’t we
Why don’t we
Why don’t we
Why don’t we

Take me away
Free me from the pain
Free me from the pain
And let me feel no shame

Let’s go

The stars spin circles around these bad times
You splash your water on my fire sign
The fortune teller told us to unwind
Come on run away

Runaway
Runaway
Runaway-ee-ay-ee-ay-ee-ay hey!

Runaway
Runaway
Runaway-ee-ay
Hey –aa-a
Hey –aa-a

Runaway

Why don’t we
Why don’t we
Why don’t we
Why don’t we

Why don’t we
Why don’t we
Why don’t we
Why don’t we

I felt invisible for a long time
This town will smother what’s left of mine
Un-taken chances
Come back to life
Come on runaway

Runaway
Runaway
Runaway-ee-ay-ee-ay-ee-ay hey!

Runaway
Runaway
Runaway-ee-ay
Hey –aa-a
Hey –aa-a

I’ve been
I’ve been all
I’ve been
I’ve been all
I’ve been
I’ve been all around the world
FREE!

I’ve been
I’ve been all
I’ve been
I’ve been all
I’ve been
I’ve been all around the world
FREE!

Let’s go free… yeah…
Let’s go free… yeah…

Why don’t we
Why don’t we
Why don’t we
Why don’t we

Why don’t we
Why don’t we
Why don’t we
Why don’t we

You’ve been saying that you want to go
I am finally ready
To let go
Let’s go
Let’s go
Let’s go

I am finally ready

Runaway - Dee Lite

HulaSista

09-25-2002, 03:53 PM

Walking in from another visit to the vet clinic, the phone is ringing. I look on the answering machine and there are 29 messages.

I picked up the phone… I hear heavy breathing…

“hi baby”

who’s this?

“its your Hababi and I’m gonna kill your ass when I see you”

*click*

:eek:

Tastey

09-25-2002, 04:05 PM

Awwww Suki Suki now!

I been waiting all summer for this!

HulaSista

09-25-2002, 05:27 PM

Knock on the door

I sit up in my bed…

Bang on the door

I pull the covers over my head

Door kicked in

I scream

*SLAP*

HulaSista

09-26-2002, 04:35 PM

Lizzie woke up the next morning in the arms of Hababi. She swam in the smell of his hair as it draped across her shoulders. She pulled his arms from around her and sat up. He didn’t move. She slowly crept to the closet to get her housecoat and went to run herself a shower.

When she came out he was in the kitchen cooking. The smell was wonderful, but the right side of her face hurt. Though she enjoy their secret fantasy of Hababi beating up on her before they had sex, she didn’t expect him to hit her so hard.

Hababi came around to the counter to hold the chair for Lizzie and asked if she slept well. she looked up at him and replied she slept well. hababi, looked at her mournfully.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hit you so hard. I thought you were prepared for the impact”

no that is okay. I didn’t expect you to come so furiously. We’re usually loving to one another

“well, I am still mad for what you tried to do to me. I haven’t forgotten anything. I just played it off with my parents until I could sort out the whole thing. I still love you"

okay

“okay, you want some eggs.”

sure. i think my ribs are broke...