Tuesday, December 26, 2006


This book by new author Jazz Catrell can be purchased from Amazon in January 2007. You may also request it at any book stores and they will order it for you if it is not on the shelves. Please enjoy the prologue and chapter 1. This has been reposted in order to introduce the book to new blog readers.



PROLOGUE

Love of My Life
Love is a bitch. It shows up when you are not looking for it and leave when you least expect it. That’s what love will do to you if you walk around with your eyes closed. It will smack the hell out of you and fuck up your life if you are not careful. If I had someone I could trust to share my feelings with, I would have avoided all of this pain. Sometimes I lay in bed and cried all during the day, into the evening and throughout the night, because I wanted something that I could not have. Deep, painful and gut wrenching sobs. Therapists and counselors alike always say communicate your needs, talk to your husband and let him know straight up what you need for your life to be fulfilled. I did that but you know what happened? Nothing! Absolutely nothing! I can still remember the time that I tried to do just that.

“Honey,” I said, “can we please talk? I need more from you.”

“I can’t talk right now. I’m busy,” he said.

“This is important,” I replied.

“So is what I’m doing.”

I walked away feeling as if my world had caved in. It felt like my heart had jumped out of my chest, climbed up the Rocky Mountains and jumped straight down into the pits of a fiery hell. At least that was how I felt until I met a man who made my panties moist with my own body’s juices from lusting after his fine ass. It never occurred to me that I, Jessica Williamson, would desire the love of another man or wanted him to stick his penis in my most prized possession—my pussy. But that was what I wanted and I needed it bad.

No, I didn’t love this man. I just wanted his penis and his tongue. I knew that was nasty, but hell, if that’s what a girl wanted, that’s what she wanted. It didn’t matter how I got this desperate, but I wanted him bad and I wanted him soon. I had to put a plan together to get “my” dick. Yea, that was my dick. I was claiming it for myself. I believed if you wanted something bad enough, you had to claim it and go after it. But sometimes you had to pay a high price for what you wanted. Yea, that was how bad I wanted it, like my body needed water after walking in a hot, sizzling desert for three days. I thirst for that dick, his arms wrapped around me, the weight of his body on top of me, his lips on my private areas and yea, I wanted him. How did this happen to me?

I wasn’t that kind of woman, but some men would unknowingly make an honest woman into a whore, because they ignored their woman; thinking that they would go somewhere and hover in a corner. It never occurred to selfish husbands or lovers that if they didn’t show their women some affection, they just might find it somewhere else. See, I always thought a man could smell a neglected woman. He would give her exactly what her man wouldn’t. Conversation and time! That’s all we wanted or needed. Then when all of that was in place, the sex would come.
So this other man just sat back in the cut and waited on the woman, because he knew she would show up. She always did. For him, he could give her what she needed and send her ass right back home. That’s right, no responsibility to help her financially or nothing to tie him to her. Just good sex for the love-starved woman! One thing he knows for sure, she was going to work that thang on him. So I guess you were wondering if I was so smart and I knew men so well, how did I let this happen to me? It’s a long story but I’ll try to explain it.


CHAPTER 1

Drained of my Energy

I was so tired. I noticed that it was becoming more and more difficult to work through an entire day. It wasn’t the work that was so exhaustive, it was my subordinates. They thought they had some dirt on me. They wanted to believe that I was doing the unthinkable. I heard the rumors and saw the looks on the faces of those who worked for me. One rumor I heard was that Travis Ingram and I had taken to leaving the office to go to cheap hotels. This particular rumor really angered me. It was said that Travis and I, along with one of my workers, had left the building to go to a five-dollar hotel to have a threesome. Travis was handsome and whenever he walked in a room, he had a smile that could make your heart skip a beat. His eyes were light hazel and they sparkled with an energy that radiated throughout the room, knocking lonely women to their knees. He wasn’t arrogant or conceited, just good- looking. It was not his intention to make women swarm like bees to honey, but he was a successful young African American male who was hired to do a job for our agency. He couldn’t help that the women in this office craved him like a pregnant woman craved pickles. Thinking about it, that was exactly what they wanted from him, his pickle.

It was a brisk October day when I first heard the rumor. One of my subordinates, whom I had a certain level of trust in, shared with me that she had heard her co-workers discussing the day I went to lunch with Travis. Felicia was a hard worker and she admired me. She spent many hours helping me by running errands as well as handling her own primary duties. She was loyal, acting as a protector and a friend, which I often discouraged between management and subordinates. I was the Administrator and had been taught through books and experience that management should not mingle with those that they managed. But Felicia was different. She drew everyone into her world. I wasn’t sure what Felicia’s world entailed, but I knew I would eventually find out.

I remembered the conversation about the ménage trios as clear as a blue sky on a beautiful sunny day. When I walked into my office, Felicia appeared. “Jessica, you are not going to believe the stuff that happened today.”

“Come in and talk to me,” I beckoned. I was not prepared for what I heard next.
Felicia took a deep breath. She was hoping I wouldn’t become angry and go for her co-workers jugular veins; but she felt I needed to know about the office gossip about me. Looking at me, she whispered, “Please don’t get mad, but Sarah and Frances were gossiping about you, Travis and me yesterday. They said we went to this hotel on the Southside. It’s one of those garage type sex places, where you can drive up to the garage and spend less than five dollars for each hour you use the room.”

“What did you say? Please come again.”

“See, Jessica, you’re getting mad and they are never going to allow me to sit around them if they think that I am telling you stuff.”

“I can’t believe them. Why in the hell do I have to take you with us? If I were fucking him, I wouldn’t take you. They are so stupid.” I was indeed angry.

“See, I’m sorry I said anything. It’s going to cause a lot of problems. I just wanted you to know what people were saying, because you are married and these scandalous women could try to hurt you with vicious rumors.”

“You’re right. I am very angry and I will figure out a way to clear this mess up,” I responded.
Felicia leaned over and whispered to me, “You know that I wouldn’t tell you anything unless I thought it was important.”

I bent my head down and looked at my hands, which were folded like I was about to pray. I felt defeated. “I will handle this later. Thank you for sharing that information with me, even though it is so hard to believe. I do feel that there is too much gossiping and negative talk happening in this small office. I have the right to go to lunch with anyone that I choose and I don’t have to answer to anyone. This is really unusual because Travis is an entrepreneur and I guess that makes him bankable and that’s too bad. He’s a nice person and he shouldn’t have to feel uncomfortable coming to this office to repair the network just because he is a good looking, successful black man. But I will figure this out. Thanks again.”

I wasn’t dumb and certainly wasn’t stupid. I had noticed Travis on the fifth visit to my small but elegantly decorated office. I was standing there face to face with him discussing the possibility of extending his contract when I looked at his lips. They were supple, with a slightly fuller bottom lip, which made him look like he was pouting. I thought he had the cutest lips I had ever seen. I had to shake myself out of the trance I was in. He was six feet four with broad shoulders and a slim sexy waist. In other words, he was a fine specimen. I am only five feet four. Looking him in the face took me on a pleasurable journey up his body. Looking at his eyes for that contact, I noticed their color. I said to him, “Your eyes are beautiful. I didn’t realize they were hazel.”

“Thank you,” Travis said with that beautiful smile.

As we continued talking, I felt something ignite inside of me. I felt my heart beating like a drum. That’s was the first time I wished the rumor was true. Only we certainly wouldn’t be with another woman, just Travis and I. It was a thought worth entertaining.

In fact, I wasn’t looking for love. I had long found it, almost twenty years ago, when I met and fell in love with my husband, Dexter. He was an excellent provider and lover. He was considerate and helped me with the chores in our home. He was a Vice President at Bank of the U.S.A., which was a large, distinguished banking and finance company. He was also handsome with strong shoulders, but he was not as tall as Travis.
In twenty years, I never dreamed that I would ever look at another man. Occasionally I glanced when there was someone who was exceptionally good looking heading in my direction. But I had never met anyone who made me think or imagined them buried deep inside of me until I met Travis Ingram.

Travis was ten years younger than me and I wasn’t about to teach a young man no grown up tricks. However, when he was around, I noticed that I too was admiring his stately physique.
Travis had never done anything inappropriate to my staff or me. He was a professional who came to do his job and left when he was finished. But he had spent a lot of time at the office, because a virus had attacked the network system. He was good at what he did but he had been unable to detect the virus. The more he came to the office, the more the workers salivated after him.

Then the rumors about Travis and me increased to an all time high, probably because we had something in common. We both desired success and wanted to achieve our goals. Our conversations centered on our jobs, training my staff and basic life issues. I never dreamed that a thirty-year-old young man would ever be interested in an overweight forty-year-old woman. We were turning into friends, nothing more or nothing less. I loved listening to him talk about his dreams and formulating his big deals. Listening to him was intoxicating. Our friendship was blossoming. We both wanted to conquer our dreams and we both had big dreams. There was not supposed to be any feelings involved but something changed that one day in November.

It happened so fast. The staff had planned an educational workshop for some local residents. The workshop was on “Handling Aggressive Children.” It was to be held at the local community center, which was approximately five miles from our office. To present the information to the parents in attendance, we would need a television and VCR to show a videotape. All the staff had left the building earlier to decorate and pick up last minute items. I was preparing to leave when Travis arrived. I informed him that there was a problem with the computers and explained that I needed to leave for the activity. He understood. He had worked more than four months with us as a contractor and knew our program.

On this particular day, I asked him if he could help with the television and VCR equipment. Agreeing to do so, he preceded to go toward the kitchen. When he turned in the direction of the television, I admired his physique. He was “fione.” He was wearing a pair of black Sean John jeans and a yellow, cotton, long sleeve polo shirt. He was also wearing a pair of Tommy black leather shoes. He looked so good in those black jeans, which were not too tight or too loose, but showing the right stuff in the right places. Damn, I thought, I wish I were his wife tonight.
As I turned to go back into my office to answer the ringing phone, he came in and stood in the doorway. Watching me with that beautiful, 100 watt smile, I put up one finger to acknowledge that I would be with him in a minute. When I hung the phone up, he asked, “Ms. Williamson, would you mind if I look at the system before you leave?”

“Alright, but I need to leave within the next forty minutes,” I said.

“No problem, I’ll finished what I have to do within thirty.”
I turned to make a phone call and watched as Travis inched his body slowly to the ground and lay on his back. After sliding under the table that held the computer network system, he began working on the system. I looked down where he laid and watched his long, well proportioned legs and thighs. Taking a deep breath, I let my mind take me to a place that was hidden in my subconscious.

I imagined walking slowly toward Travis. Bending down, I rubbed and massaged his stomach. He was pushed so far under the table that if he had not known that I was in the office, he wouldn’t have been able to detect who was giving him such a warm sensation. I slowly walked my fingers down his stomach. Slowly but tenderly, I moved my hands down toward his manhood, gently massaging it by stroking it lightly with my fingers and the palm of my hand. As I tenderly stroked him, I unzipped his pants and unbuckled his leather belt. Sliding my hand carefully into his Joe boxers, I expertly gripped his penis, releasing it from his pants. Travis moaned lightly.

He took my hand and pressed it down harder, trying to help me to get a better grip. As I took control, it grew harder and bigger. It was much bigger than my husband’s. This only made me want him more. Travis was unable to do much but enjoy what was happening to him. Finally, I bent my head down because I had to taste him. Kissing and licking the head, he moaned louder. I couldn’t stand it any longer; I wanted him in my mouth. Opening widely, I inched his penis deeper and deeper inside my mouth. I sucked, kissed and massaged his dick until he was about to explode. I pulled away and started licking up and down his shaft in order to slow the pace. Then, I slipped out of my panties because I had to feel how his penis would feel buried deep inside of me. I helped him to ease into the condom that I had taken out of my desk drawer.

Once he had the condom on, I straddled him. Painful at first, I grounded my hips to help him enter my well-lubricated and moist bush. He grabbed my hips and helped by pulling me up and down onto his penis. Feeling good, I begged him to fuck me. “Fuck me hard!” I screamed.
Hearing those words, he slid from under the table and gently pulled me off him. Laying me flat on my back on the plush, clean carpet, he whispered, “I want you so bad. Girl, I am going to fuck you good.”

Grabbing his head and kissing him passionately, I whispered, “Then fuck me now!”
He entered me and pounded his hard tool into my wet, waiting pussy. I felt like a virgin. I had only been with one man, my husband. This was feeling so good; the boy was knocking my vaginal walls into oblivion, so I screamed. Not too loud. I didn’t want anyone in the huge office building to hear me. Knowing everyone was out of the office, Travis lifted my legs up and placed them gently on his shoulders. He rode me like a jockey rode his horse. Finally, unable to hold back, he whispered, “Damn, you feel so good!”

I liked it when a man talked dirty to me. For some reason it turned me on and made me very hot. When I heard him say those words to me, my body tightened and tiny explosions rocked inside my vagina, exploding like fireworks on the fourth of July. Bending down, he kissed me to muffle our sound. He began pumping vigorously before stiffening and coming inside of me. Kissing me for several minutes, he said, Thank you. I really wanted you.”
Travis stood up and helped me to my feet. He kissed me on the top of my forehead and slowly kissed me on my face. Slipping his tongue into my mouth, we continued to kiss until the phone rang, jogging me out of my daydream.

I answered the phone. Thinking to myself, I silently whispered, “I don’t know what came over me.” Picking up the phone, I answered, “Thank you for calling the Pal Project, how may I help you?”

“Jessica, where are you?” asked Felicia.

“I guess you know I’m still at the office since you called my number?”

“I guess I do. When are you leaving? We have about forty people already here.” Felicia inhaled in slowly. “Is he there?”

“Is who here?”

“Travis, cause he always come when you have something to do,” she said with a nervous giggle.

“I will be there in ten minutes.” I hung up the phone and grabbed my purse and a pack of Baby wipes. Walking out of the office, I grabbed my purse and a large manila envelope that was lying on the desk. Travis grabbed the television and my office keys, and we walked to the elevator. Handing him the keys to my brand new Cadillac, I went into the ladies room to wash up after having the best wet dream I ever remember having.
It wasn’t always like that for me. I remember the first day that I met him. I was in a business meeting with the Chief Executive Officer of our parent company. We had scheduled a meeting with two large computer firms to design software for our new pilot program. The first company had completed their part of the project and was now bringing in a young company with a strong track record to finalize the project. Two CEOs were sitting at the table when Samantha Connors and I walked in. We all shook hands and sat at the long cherry wood conference table. Samantha started off the dialogue.

“I understand that you, Travis . . . I’m sorry, is it okay that I call you by your first name?”

“No problem,” he said, while giving her a magnificent smile.

“Jessica and I have gone over the original contract and the newly drafted replacement. We find no problem with the transfer of this contract to Enterprise Network Systems. So, once we set up a schedule of activities, we can begin the work with you Travis.”

“I can get the schedule back to you by tomorrow,” he replied.

“Jessica, do you have any questions?” asked Samantha

“Yes. Mr. Travis, by accepting this contract, you realize that you will be responsible for correcting errors which would include episodic bugs or other problems.”

“I don’t see any problems with that. As a matter of fact, Mr. Chen and I have worked together for several years and will continue to troubleshoot and work together to clear up any problems.”

“Well, that’s great,” I said smiling.

That was the first time I ever laid eyes on Travis Ingram. I didn’t feel a thing for him except I was proud to be handing over my business to an African American. That was so important to me to help African American businesses grow. But the drama hadn’t start in my life yet. Yea, I was a happy go lucky bitch. Walking around with my head in the air like the world owed my ass something. I was a smart-ass chick. I could analyze a brick, break that motherfucker down and then put it back together in my mind. I could tell you what you were thinking before you thought it. But I wasn’t conceited. I knew I was smart, but it wasn’t like a bragging thing for me. I just liked me, all 180 pounds.

So I wasn’t looking for anything, but trying to find ways to please my husband. But I was finding that hard to do. But I kept trying. I wasn’t about to give up my man. He was fine, knew how to save a dollar and was a great provider. Plus, the brother had that staying power. He knew how long it took for me to have an orgasm and knew how to pace himself—nice and slow, and he wouldn’t stop sexing me until I got mines, before he got his. I wasn’t about to take the time to let another brother learn my rhythm.

Who in the hell would give up a man like that? Not me. No sister or other woman would get my man. Hell, I was trying to keep him enticed. I was trying hard to lose this weight, but hell that shit is hard to do. I also wanted to try some stuff in bed with him that shocked even me. After twenty years, you ought to be trying to develop some other techniques to liven up your sex life. But no! He wanted me to be his wife, but deep down I kept thinking he would want a whore to do what I wanted to do for him. But he wouldn’t let me. Stupid! A woman, who wants to experiment, will do just that. But for me, it was going to take time. I have my morals. So I did what I couldn’t do to my husband to Travis in my mind. I fucked the shit out of him, twice a day, sometimes three times a day, depending on my mood. My husband was really benefiting from this action, because I needed his dick inside of me to make my orgasms more intense.



Sunday, September 17, 2006


It Feels so Good!

He took my hand and pressed it down harder trying to help me to get a better grip. As I took control, it grew harder and bigger. It was much bigger than my husband. This only made me want him more. Travis was unable to do much but enjoy what was happening to him. Finally I bent my head down because I had to taste him. Kissing and licking the head, he moaned louder. Finally I couldn’t stand it any longer; I wanted him in my mouth. Widely opening my mouth, I inched his penis inside my mouth deep and deeper. Sucking and massaging his dick for five minutes until he was about to ejaculate, I pulled him out to slow the pace. Then I slipped out of my underwear because I had to feel how that penis would feel inside of me. So I helped him to ease into the condom that I had taken out of the education room.

Once on, I straddled him. Painful at first, I grinded my hips to help him enter my well lubricated and waiting bushy bush. He grabbed my hips and helped by pulling me up and down onto his penis. Feeling good I begged him to fuck me. “Fuck me hard”, I screamed. Hearing those words he slid from under the table and gently pulled me off him. Laying me flat on my back on the recently clean carpet, he whispered, “I want you so bad. Girl, I am going to fuck you good”.

Thursday, August 24, 2006

IT WAS JUST MY IMAGINATION


It happened so fast. The staff had planned an educational workshop for local residents. The workshop was on “Handling Aggressive Children”. It would be held at the local community center, which was approximately 5 miles from my office. To present the information to the parents in attendance, we would need a television and video recorder to show a film. All the staff had left the building earlier to decorate and pick up last minute items. I was preparing to leave when Travis came to the office. I informed him that there was a problem with the computers and explained that I needed to leave for the activity. He understood because he had worked more than four months with me as a contractor and knew our program.

On this particular day, which I would always remember, I asked him if he could help with the television. Answering yes, he preceded to go toward the kitchen. When he turned in the direction of the television I admired his physique. He was “fione”. He was wearing a pair of black Sean John jeans and a yellow cotton long sleeve polo shirt. He was also wearing a pair of Tommy Black leather shoes. He looked so good in those black jeans, not too tight or loose but showing the right stuff in the right places. Damn I thought, “I wish I was his wife tonight.”

As I turned to go back into my office to answer the ringing phone, he came and stood in the door. Watching me with that 100 watt beautiful smile, I put up one finger to acknowledge that I would be with him in a minute. When I hung the phone up, he asked, “Ms. Williamson would you mind if I look at the system before you leave?”

“Alright, but I need to leave within the next forty minutes," I said.
“No problem, I’ll finished what I have to do within thirty.”

I turned to make a phone call and watched as Travis inched his body slowly to the ground and laid on his back, while sliding under the table that held the computer network system, he began his work to repair the system. I looked down toward the floor where he laid and watched his long well proportionate legs and thighs. Breathing in and letting my mind take me to a place that was hidden in my subconscious.

I imagined walking slowly toward Travis. Bending down I massage his stomach. He was pushed so far under the table that if he had not known that I was in the office, he wouldn’t have been able to detect who was giving him such a warm sensation. I slowly walked my fingers down his stomach. Slowly but tenderly I moved my hands down toward his manhood, gently massaging it by stroking it lightly with my fingers. As I tenderly stroked him I unzipped his pants and unbuckled his leather belt. Sliding my hand carefully into his Joe boxer’s I expertly gripped his penis. Travis moaned lightly.

Tuesday, August 15, 2006


What the Hell!

As Felicia left the room she prayed a silent prayer that Jessica would handle it professional without getting her involved. It was already difficult trying to engage in activities with her co-workers who always seemed to leave the office for lunch without inviting her. If they found out she had informed Jessica about their conversation she would definitely be in the doghouse.
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I wasn’t dumb and certainly wasn’t stupid. I had noticed Travis on the fifth visit to my small but elegantly decorated office. I was standing there face to face with him discussing the possibility of extending his contract when I looked at his lips. They were supple looking perfectly pouched into a semi-circle. Thinking he had the cutest lips I had to shake myself to come out of the trance I was in, and when I looked up at him, which was slightly uncomfortable because he was a 6’4, broad shoulder and a sexy specimen, while I was only 5’4. Looking at his eyes for that contact, I noticed the color. “Your eyes are beautiful. I didn’t realize they were hazel."

“Thank you," Travis said with that beautiful smile.

As we continued talking, I felt something for the first time. I felt my heart beating like a drummer. That’s was the first time I wished that rumor was true, only I certainly wouldn’t be with another woman with him. But with Travis and him along, it was a thought worth entertaining.

As a matter of fact I wasn’t looking for love. I had long found it almost twenty years ago. Having met and fallen in love with my husband, Dexter. He was an excellent provider and lover. He was considerate and he helped me with the chores in our home. He was a Vice President at Bank of America, which was a large and distinguished banking and finance company. He was also handsome, with strong shoulders but he was not as tall as Travis. In twenty years I never dreamed that I would ever look at another man. Occasionally glancing in their direction when there was someone who was exceptionally good looking heading in my direction but no one who ever made me feel sexy enough to imagine them inside me. Plus Travis was ten years younger than me and I wasn’t about to teach a young man no grown up tricks. However, when he was around lately I noticed that I too too, was admiring his stately physique.

Travis had never done anything inappropriate to my staff or me. He was a professional, he came to do his job and leave. But he had spent a lot of time at the office because a virus had attached the network system, something that he had not been able to detect initially. Yet the more he came to the office, the more the workers salivated for him. Then the rumors about Travis and I increased to an all time high because we had something in common. We both desired success and wanted to achieve our goals timely. Our conversations centered on running our companies, training staff and basic life issues.

I never dreamed that a thirty-year-old young man would ever be interested in an overweight 40-year-old woman. We were turning into friends nothing more or nothing less. I loved listening to him talk about his dreams and the putting together of big deals. Listening to him was intoxicating. Ours was a friendship that was blossoming because we wanted to conquer our dreams and both of us had big dreams. There was not supposed to be any feelings involved until that one-day in November.

Saturday, July 01, 2006

It's Hot in Here!


It was a brisk day in October when I first heard the rumor. One of my subordinates whom I had a certain level of trust in shared with me that she had heard her co-workers discussing the day that I went to lunch with Travis. Felicia was a hard worker and she admired me, her boss. She spent many hours helping me to run errands as well as handling her particular job duties. She had even been loyal, acting as a protector and a friend, which I often discouraged. I was the Administrator and had been taught through books and experience that management should not mingle with the hired help. But Felicia was different. She drew everyone around into her world. I wasn’t sure what Felicia’s world entailed but knew that I would eventually find out.

I remembered the conversation about the ménage trios as clear as the sky on a beautiful sunny day. When I walked into my office, Felicia appeared. “Jessica, you would not believe the stuff that happened today.”

“Come in and talk to me," I beckon. I was not prepared for what I heard next.

Felicia took a deep breath. She was hoping that I wouldn’t become angry and go for her co-workers jongleur veins, but she felt that I needed to know about the office conversation.

Looking at me, she whispered, “Don’t get mad. Sarah and Frances were gossiping about you, Travis and me yesterday. They said that we had gone to this hotel that was located on the Southside. It’s one of those garage type sex places where you can drive up to the garage and spend less than five dollars for each hour you use the room.”

“What did you say, please come again?”

“See Jessica you are getting mad and they are never going to allow me to sit around them if they think that I am telling you stuff.”

“I can’t believe them; why in the hell do I have to take you with us. If I were fucking him, I wouldn’t take you. They are stupid.” I was indeed angry.

“See I’m sorry I said anything. It is going to cause a lot of problems. I just wanted you to know what people were saying because you are married and these scandalous women could try to hurt you with these careless rumors.”

“You are right. I am very angry and I will figure out a way to clear this mess up,” I responded.

Felicia leaned over and whispered to me, “You know that I wouldn’t tell you anything unless I though it was important.”

I bent my head down and looked at my hands, which were folded into each other as if I was about to pray, I felt defeated.

“I will handle this later. Thank you for sharing that information with me, even though it is so hard to believe. I do feel that there is too much gossiping and negative talk happening in this small office. I have the right to go to lunch with anyone that I choose and I don’t have to answer to anyone. This is really unusual because Travis is an entrepreneur and I guess that makes him bankable and it’s too bad. He’s a nice person and he shouldn’t have to feel uncomfortable coming to this office to repair the network just because he is a man. But I will figure this out. Thanks again.”

Sunday, June 25, 2006

Drained of my Energy

I was so tired. I noticed that it was becoming more and more difficult to work through an entire day. It wasn’t the work that was so exhaustive. It was my subordinates. They thought they had a secret on me. They wanted to believe that I was doing the unthinkable. I heard the rumors and saw the looks on the faces of those who worked for me. One rumor that I heard was that Travis Ingram and I had taken to leaving the office to go to cheap hotels. This particular rumor really angered me because it was said that one of my workers, Travis and I had left the building to go to a five-dollar hotel. You know like a ménage trios.

Travis Ingram was handsome and he had a smile that could wrap your heart into tiny knots, each knot throbbing simultaneously whenever he walked in the door. His eyes were light hazel and they sparkled with an energy that propelled through the room knocking lonely women to their knees. He wasn’t pretentious, just good looking. It was not his intention to make the women swarm like bees to honey but he was a successful young African American who was hired to do a job. He couldn’t help that the women in this office craved him like a pregnant woman craved pickles. Thinking about it, that was exactly what they wanted from him, his pickle.

Tuesday, May 30, 2006

Men can smell a neglected woman



I wasn’t that kind of woman, but see men will make an honest woman a whore because they will ignore the woman thinking that she will go somewhere in hover in a corner. It never occurs to the selfish husband or lover that if they don’t show their woman some affection, she is going to find it somewhere else. See I think a man can smell a neglected woman.

They will give her exactly what her man won’t. Conversation and time! That’s all we want or need, then when all that is in place the sex will come. So this other man he just sit back in the cut and wait on the woman cause he knows she will show up, because she always does. For him, he can give her what she needs and send her ass right back home. That’s right, no responsibility to help her financially or nothing to tie him to her. Just good sex from the love-starved woman! One thing he knows for sure, she is going to work that thang on him. So I guess you are wondering if I’m so smart, and I know men so well, how I let it happen to me. It’s a long story but I’ll try to explain it quickly.