An Essence bestseller from the author of Sins, Secrets & Success. Candice, Amber, and Toi are three young black women who have risen above life on the streets. Successful entrepreneurs, they are at the top of their game, but they will soon find that money does not always equal happiness.
Release date:
September 3, 2007
Publisher:
Grand Central Publishing
Print pages:
208
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I was so in love! He had everything I wanted and needed in a man at that time. He possessed all the qualities that captured and kept a woman’s attention. He had the type of personality that made women want him, the sweetness, kindness, and gentleness that keeps a woman longing for more.
He had skills! Damn, that man has skills! Oh yeah, this beautiful chocolate-colored man loved me down oh so good that when he touched me, I melted like butter on a hot skillet. When his succulent, full lips were kissing me softly, I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and absorbed his sweetness.
He had all the good stuff that a woman needs. When he held me, I felt safe and warm, and I knew that was where I belonged—at least at that moment. This gorgeous specimen, who treated me like his precious queen when I needed it the most, was mine, but only for the night.
When I met . . . well, let’s just call him Mike—I was at a small party with a few friends. I was bored and had been ready to leave for over an hour. Not wanting to be a hater, I stayed. As I sat and waited, I notice a rugged-looking but nevertheless fine man watching me. I turned my head and pretended not to see him because I was on a sabbatical from men. Two and a half years earlier, I ended my most emotionally draining long-term relationship. It was the kind of relationship where a woman gives everything she has and more, but is never appreciated. So getting involved was not on my agenda. I wasn’t feeling a relationship, a lover, or even a one-night stand. At that time, I wanted no part of a man. No matter the cost, I tried to avoid the roller coaster of abuse and pain that comes with relationships.
I felt him watching, then he walked toward me. For some strange reason, my heart began to beat faster. A man I didn’t know was having this kind of effect on me. He hadn’t said anything to me or touched me, but I felt his presence. Since I had purposely avoided men for over two years, my reaction was not a good sign.
He stopped in front of me, but I looked away, ignoring his presence. Before I could decide what I wanted to say, he whispered, “Can I have you?”
I raised my head and looked into his eyes. I thought about how sweet his body smelled and how I felt his energy flowing through me. The chemistry was there, and girl, was I feeling every wave of his electricity. Looking very serious, I stared deep into his eyes and answered him by asking, “For how long and to do what with?” Even though I could’ve gotten naked right then and there, I knew I had to give him the obligatory hard time. Mama ain’t raise no hoe.
He seemed confused by my response and asked me to repeat it. I confidently replied, “Did you or did you not ask me if you could have me?”
Looking even more perplexed, Mike responded, “Yeah.”
I think he may have thought I was crazy or something, so I made clear to him that I knew exactly what I was doing.
“Well, I am asking you how long do you want me, and while you have me, what do you want to do with me? How I answer your question depends on how you answer mine.” He, for some reason, found himself at a loss for words. So I continued, speaking very slowly and clearly: “Do you want me for a month, a week, or one night? Do you want to talk to me, hold me, make love to me, fuck me, or what? Exactly what do you want?”
He touched my hand and said, “I don’t know how long I want you, but I want you now, tonight. Let me take you to a new level of pleasure, and give you the one thing I know no one else can give you, true ecstasy.”
“Ecstasy!” I thought to myself. “I hope this fool don’t think I’m taking some dope with him. I may have smoked a joint every now and then, but I ain’t no dope fiend. Now, if he just talkin’ about physical ecstasy then we can work something out, cause the nigga is so sexy.”
I stood up, leaned in close and asked, “How are you supposed to do that?”
“Please don’t let him say ‘by taking this’,” I prayed.
He gently lifted my chin and said in his deep, raspy voice, “Let me show you.”
I stroked him lightly on the side of his face, licked his lips, and whispered, “Let’s go.”
I followed Mike to his car; I didn’t have a second thought about what I wanted this man to do. The image of our naked bodies intertwined excited me. At the same time, I tried not to imagine what the night would be like because I didn’t want to be disappointed. You know how sometimes you expect so much, but get so little? I know ya feel me!
The road seemed to disappear into the darkness as we drove. His radio played one of those old school Prince songs that makes you feel all freaky. Damn, he smelled even better with the windows rolled up. It was a light cinnamon musk oil that must’ve been spread over his body. It all seemed like a late-night R&B music video, until the car slowed down in front of a hotel. For some reason my heart started beating fast like I was about to run a race or something. “Candice, get a grip on yourself, it’s only a dick, not like you never had one before,” I had to say to myself to calm down.
We checked in without speaking; our eyes said it all. Once we were in the room, I told him I wanted to take a quick shower, but he said that the smell of my body excited him. He wanted me just the way I was. I thought to myself, “I have to buy more of this body gel.”
Then it all hit me. “What in the world am I doing?” Candice, you better than this. I can’t do this. No . . . no, I can do this. Life ain’t stopping because my panties ain’t been dropping, but I have to do things on my terms.
Still possessing some doubt, I turned to him and said, “I haven’t made love to a man in over two years, so I don’t know why I want you, but I do. We don’t know each other, but right now that doesn’t matter because we’re already here.”
Before I could say another word, he put his sweet lips on mine, and we kissed passionately. He tasted delicious. I knew he had been drinking, but I didn’t taste or smell the liquor. This excited me even more. He was naturally sweet.
As our mouths parted, I swept my tongue along my bottom lip. Hmmm . . . I could still taste beads of his sugary juices in my mouth.
I began to undress, but he stopped me.
“I don’t want you to do anything; just enjoy what I’m about to do.”
In a tone just above a whisper, he told me, “Lie down, I’ll unwrap you in due time.”
As I watched him take his clothes off, my body shivered all over. His body was sculptured like a chocolate-covered Hercules and did not have an ounce of fat on it. As I admired his beautiful body, I closed my eyes and knew that this was going to be good. His D was so pretty, not huge, but it was above average with a slight curve to it.
When I opened my eyes, he was looking at me. His dark, piercing eyes said that he wanted me, and he wanted me badly.
He lay down next to me and held me in his granite-chiseled arms. As he ran his hands through my hair, he whispered, “Relax,” and lightly kissed my ears. While he was licking my ears, he said, “I know that this is going to be special, so I don’t want to rush this. We have all night, so let’s make the best of it.”
I don’t know why, but this moment felt like my first time. Only this time around, I wasn’t cramped in the backseat of a car. And I definitely knew how to drive a stick now.
While he unbuttoned my shirt, he promised not to disappoint me. Tenderly, he said, “If there is something you need or want tonight, and I don’t do it exactly the way you want me to, tell me. Tonight is your night, and I want to give you everything you have been missing and more.”
Yeah, yeah, I know. The man is what most women dream about, he is fine, sexy as hell, and unselfish behind closed doors. What more can a woman ask for?
He kissed me again and told me to turn over. As I lay on my stomach, he simultaneously massaged my back and legs, and gave me little wet kisses and lustful licks all up and down my spine. I was feeling so good that my body began to move slowly. All I could do was tremble uncontrollably.
He moved me over on my back and gently kissed my breasts. He licked and kissed my breasts so softly that I found myself saying, “Oh I want you, I want you now.”
In a low, barely audible rumble, he replied, “No, not yet; I haven’t finished loving your body.”
Then, he massaged my feet and kissed my toes. As he rubbed, licked, and kissed every part of my feet and legs, he caressed my inner thigh. I couldn’t do anything but tell him how good he was making me feel.
“Ewww baby, don’t stop. That feels so good.”
The slight touch of the tip of his tongue on my clit sent me out of control. I moaned loudly, hoping that the sinful pleasures would never end. After he rubbed me, licked me, and caressed me from head to toe, front to back, and did not miss a spot, he whispered in my ear, “Do you want it now?”
I whimpered, “Yes, please, give it to me, give it to me now. But first put your condom on.” Like I said before, Mama ain’t raise no hoe, or should I say, Mama ain’t raise no fool.
He obliged.
“Now it’s time.”
When he entered me, I screamed, not from pain, but in total ecstasy. I didn’t remember it being this good, and I knew that no one had ever made love to me like this before. He was so gentle with me.
He kissed me, passionately, as he moved so perfectly inside me. We changed positions while he stayed inside me. Each position felt better than the one before. We carried on for most of the night, and it was feeling so damn good. So damn good!
I finally begged him to stop, and I cried as I told him that I couldn’t take any more. I cried because I couldn’t do anything else. After all of the moaning, screaming, and yelling, all that was left were my tears. Sex had never been so good that it made me cry. When I cried, he came.
He asked me if he gave me everything I needed and wanted. I told him he gave me everything and more, and he gave me what he promised, ecstasy.
He held me close to him for the rest of the night, and I melted in his arms. It all felt so perfect. When we woke up later Saturday morning, we showered together and started all over. I don’t know how long we made love, but afterward, we held each other again.
Being in his arms was like being in a warm blanket on a cold winter morning. I was a woman again. Actually, I was a woman for the first time.
We called room service for brunch and slept for most of the day. When we woke up, we got dressed, hugged, and said our good-byes. As he asked me for my phone number, I put my finger on his lips so he couldn’t finish. I said, “Let’s just leave it here. I really enjoyed you and I thank you for what you gave me, but I am not ready for anything more.” I continued to look into his eyes and said, “I really felt like I loved you last night.”
This all seemed like a scene from one of those new black movies. You know, the ones with beautiful people doing things you thought you could never do, but always wanted to.
I gave him a long passionate kiss, said thank you, and walked off. It took everything in my body not to look back; I knew that if I had, I would have never left.
The drive home was pleasant. I smiled as I thought about the night. For Mike, it was probably just a screw. For me, it was the beginning of the rest of my life. The hurt and pain of my last relationship won’t stop me from loving again, but now I’m doing it by my rules. I had forgotten how good it feels to give myself to a man. It was a beautiful experience, but I knew that it was only for one night, and no more.
As I continued to think about the night, the phone rang. It was Toi. “Girl, where have you been? I’ve been trying to reach you all night.”
I told her that I had met this man, gone to bed with him, and that it was the best lovin’ I’d ever had.
Shouting in my ear, she screamed in excitement, “Stop lying girl, stop lying! No you didn’t let some nigga tear down the cobwebs! I don’t believe you. Meet me for breakfast in the morning. I want to hear every little nasty detail.”
TWO
A good woman is supportive of
her man in every way,
But he doesn’t appreciate her
no matter what she does or say,
He disrespects her and always
seems to tear her down,
And when she really needs him
he can not be found,
Let him go, you don’t need him
You are a precious pearl,
Ladies, remember . . .
it’s a woman’s world
We decided to meet at Grandma’s Restaurant, which is located in the hood across the street from a park. While I was waiting for Toi and Amber to arrive, two guys sitting in the booth in front of me began flirting. They were winking, sticking their tongues out, and rubbing on their Johnsons; acting like pure fools. There is just no hope for some niggas. I actually felt sorry for these two because they really didn’t have a clue.
Who I really felt sorry for were the women that liked this type of stupidness. I realized a long time ago that men only do things that somebody responds to. And with all the dumb women around here, I’m sure that some of their stupid antics have pulled in many a number, and probably gotten them some booty too.
I ignored their sexually harassing advances; not only were they ignorant, but both of them were tore up from the floor up.
I know he is not coming over to talk to me, oh no, don’t come over . . . stop, stop . . . “Hi, what’s your name?” I really wanted to ignore him, but I didn’t. It’s not like me to break a brotha’s self-esteem down, so I sat as he talked about nothing.
“Blah, blah, blah . . . you so fine. Blah, blah, and smart too,” he uttered.
When I finally decided to look up at him, the only thing I co. . .
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