From The Inside Out #10

From The Inside Out…

This week, Jay went to the hole. You know…special housing…jail inside of jail. You’ve seen it in the movies…the dark concrete room with no bed.
In real life it’s not actually that bad. You are just separated from everybody else. Your movements are restricted and privileges…like phone, email, and commissary are taken.
You get the picture?
Anyway, Jay was taken to the hole for trying to speak up for his friend, Hollywood.
First of all, let me tell you something about Jay and Hollywood. They are squares…L sevens. They are not really really criminals, per se.
They are here because someone probably talked them into something like forging a loan document or they kept an overpayment on a tax refund.
Outside of whatever they did…they probably had never really broken the law. But a crime is a crime…therefore, Jay and Hollywood are#OnTheInside, with me.
Now Jay’s friend is an orderly in the housing unit. He’s the person who cleans up the place.
Once a week, his boss…the police…comes thru and inspects Hollywood’s area.
This particular inspection, Hollywood was with the police when they were doing their walk thru.
Hollywood was like…leading the police on a tour of his area.
When they walked into the dorm…someone had left a phone charger out on their bed.
Cell phones and all accessories are prohibited in the Feds. You can get extra time for having one, because with it you are able to circumvent the security and orderly running of the institution.
Well…Hollywood, being the square that he is…tries to throw a towel over someone else’s slip-up…to conceal it from his boss…the police.
Mind you…Hollywood has no idea who the charger belongs to.
The police sees Hollywood’s move.
Hollywood gets taken to the hole, because he makes himself look guilty by trying to conceal the charger…in front of the police.
Well…Jay knows Hollywood is not the type to have a phone, because they are squares. Don’t get me wrong…there is nothing wrong with being a square…I’m even rehabilated…lol.
Anyway, Jay makes a statement in his anger…out loud to the police. He says, “Why ya’ll always locking up the blacks…when ya’ll know the charger was on a Mexican’s bed?”
Okay…in prison, you can’t make statements like that in public, because other prisoners may agree, get angry, and maybe even rowdy about it. It’s called…inciting a riot.
Jay goes to the hole, too.
Now, in prison you always have to let the police do their own jobs, without your assistance.
So, what Jay said…even though it may have been obvious that the charger belonged to who’s ever bed it was on…was like telling the police, who the charger belonged to.
Are you guys following me?
Since several inmates heard Jay say this…Jay is now labeled a snitch.
To add insult to injury…Jay and Hollywood came right back out the hole.
If you go to the hole for a phone charger or inciting a riot…you are supposed to never come back, the offense is equaled to stabbing someone almost to death.
Unless…you provide the police with some kind of assistance.
But, they are back.
The Mexicans are upset, because they feel like they were snitched on.
Jay and Hollywood, who are not really hip to prison…if there is such a thing…don’t feel like they did anything wrong.
First of all…Hollywood did not really do anything wrong….somewhat. He tried to help the dumb ass that left his charger out in plain sight. Trying to hide it…was Hollywood’s mistake. He should have never tried to clean up someone else’s mess. He got in someone else’s business and got himself and Jay in trouble.
Hollywood was supposed to continue the tour…if the police saw it…whatever…if the police overlooked it….whatever.
Now, because of what happened…everybody is giving Jay the cold shoulder and labeling him a rat.
It’s a tough call.
Jay and Hollywood will probably be back at home before the ink dries on their incarceration papers, because their sentences are so short.
They don’t know any better.
Jay was calling himself being pro-black by making his statement about the Mexicans, because he does not realize that at the end of the day…we are all in this together and#OnTheInside…you got to mind your own business.

 

Heatblast #117

Atlanta…

It was only 10:30 and the spot was already packed.
There were three DJ’s, in three different parts of the club, playing three different kinds of music.
But, from Sylvia Joiner’s, SkyBox…with the windows closed…the club sounds were shut out.
Sylvia had been on her feet…moving for the last two days with Celeste’s absence. Now that Celeste was back, Sylvia had kicked her Fendi heels off and was enjoying some R&R with KD.
“Oh…you don’t know how good that feels,” she said.
They were on the leather SkyBox sofa.
Sylvia’s back was to the arm of the sofa. Her feet were in KD’s lap.
He was on the other end of the sofa.
He looked at her. “You know my feet rubs don’t come cheap?”
Sylvia’s smooth chocolate legs were bare…spilling from the Tracy Reese evening gown, into KD’s lap.
She smiled, as she enjoyed the Armandale Candy Martini.
“I might need to get all paid up tonight.” Sylvia brought her feet to the floor and moved to his end of the sofa. “Because, as hard as I’ve been working these last few days…I’m going to need more than a foot rub.” She began to fondle his work.
KD brushed his lips across hers. “If you planning on the works tonight…you might need to think about a refi loan, because the works…don’t come easy.”
She was really hoping he would do that thing that he always did to her.
“I got something better than money.” Sylvia worked his belt and zipper to get him out.
Right there…in her very own, SkyBox…Sylvia got down to the business.
KD was all the way…in to it.
His head was back.
His hips were rocking.
Sylvia’s head game was phenomenal.
She took the whole nine, while concentrating on breathing thru her nose.
Sylvia kept him to the back of her throat while she worked his pants down.
She felt what she was looking for…in his pocket.
KD was consumed in the pressure and pleasure of Sylvia’s work.
She got it out of his pocket. It was square and heavy.
Exactly what she thought it was.
Sylvia kept him deep…with a back and forth motion.
This move took years and years of practice to perfect.
KD was not the only one with tricks.
She felt his abdomen convulsing.
Sylvia stepped it up a notch.
Right about the time KD was exploding..she hit him with his own gadget.
The electric shock from the nine volt battery against his wet scrotum…sent his shot airborne…while locking his muscles up.
The moment KD came out of paralysis….he had realized she had hit him with his own device.
“What are you doing?” he asked her. Still breathing odd from the shock…literally.
“I can’t believe you.” Sylvia still had him in her hands. “You been shocking my pussy with a battery?”
He laughed.
She pressed the top of the nine volt to still moist crown.
KD tried to get his jewels away from her, but she had a grip on the base of it…and it was too late.
His body jerked and then froze…vibrated a little, as his eyes rolled into the back of his head.
“How you like it?” Sylvia put him back in her mouth, before he could come back around, but only to wet it more for the next shocking.
She looked at him with a firm grip on it.
His eyelids fluttered. “Sylvia…please don’t do that.”
She had an evil stare with a devilish grin.
She pressed the battery against KD’s limp shaft.
“Oh…got dammit!” KD cried.
She wet it again…masturbating him at the same time.
“I thought you was liking when I did it to you!” he yelled.
She had it in her hand.
A knock came to the door.
Sylvia looked at him.
She threw the battery at him and let it go.
Sylvia went to the SkyBox door.
It was security. “Ms. Joiner…we have a problem on the first level.”
Sylvia looked back at KD. “I ain’t finished with you.”
He exhaled.
Back in New Orleans, The Task Force headquarters had put out a bulletin.
The GPS on Summer Johnson was now transmitting.
They knew she was in Atlanta at The Melia.
All available personnel was crashing in on Atlanta, in hopes of saving Summer.

 

Heatblast #116

Atlanta…

Club Solari Atlanta opened the doors for business at 9:30pm eastern time.
The Network associates from Chicago, New Orleans, and Houston were all in town.
Celeste had chartered 10 party buses to move all five hundred VIP’s to Atlanta’s Hartsfield-Jackson to board a 747 flight to New Orleans for the 12:30am central time launch of Club Solari New Orleans’. They would leave Atlanta at 11:30 eastern time.
For now, the red carpet was lit and Atlanta, Georgia was the place to be.
Inside the luxury SkyBoxes…the plots had already began to unfold.
Gino was livid. There was not a lot of things that could get him outside of his comfort zone.
But, the Johnson’s had a situation and it had to come to a head, tonight.
Celeste finally showed up at the club. She told Gino and Ken about what had happened at her home.
Celeste was okay, but Cortez’s move on her was a game changer.
“How did Cortez even know what was going on?” Ken asked.
Ken, Lena, and Nell were all sitting at the table in the SkyBox.
Gino was standing at the window overlooking the main dance floor.
“Did you talk to anybody about this?” Gino asked.
“No, Gino.” Celeste was sitting in the stadium styled seats in front of the window where Gino stood. “Why would I talk to anyone about something like this?”
Lena and Nell were there, because Gino did not know if they should go ahead with the original plans.
If Cortez was aware of what was going on…would killing him guarantee Celeste’s safety in Atlanta?
They would not really be able to tell how many others in Cortez’s organization had knowledge of the situation.
Gino was leaning towards an all out assault against the entire cartel.
“How much did you tell Valerie?” Gino asked.
“Talking to Valerie was Estelle’s call,” Celeste said. “I was already sure Cortez set up the kidnapping.”
“I understand that, but I need to know the extent of the conversation.”
Celeste was wearing blue jeans and an oversized turtleneck sweater. Not at all dressed for the biggest night of her life. Her privacy had been invaded and she felt violated.
Celeste did not want to be subjected to 20 questions…she wanted blood. But, she understood the family’s safety concerns. “After we got an understanding of what she needed to accomplish to get her daughter back…I simply showed her Cortez’s photo and asked did she know him.”
“What did Valerie say?” Ken asked.
“She confirmed that her fiance’ was a high ranking member of Cortez’s organization and that Cortez was the man who orchestrated Kevon’s kidnapping.”
“Is that it?” Gino asked.
“I followed Estelle’s instructions to the tee.” Celeste was getting agitated.
The questions made it seem like she had done something wrong.
“We should not be here talking this shit out. We should be moving on that Bastard!”
“Celeste…I know you’ve been thru a lot. I’m not implying this is your fault.” Gino walked over and sat beside her. “I just want a clear understanding of how we move forward. Your safety is my concern.”
In that instance, Celeste remembered something. She had told Annese about Cortez, but Annese was her girl.
Annese had been around forever.
She wouldn’t.
Nell spoke up. “I think Celeste is right.” Nell knew Celeste needed some support here. “We already got Cortez where we want him.”
“With the set-up we got going…even if a few of his top lieutenants thought there were problems between the Cartel and the Johnson’s…they would never expect a hit like this coming from Chicago,” Lena said.
Celeste knew she was out of line by talking to Annese about something that would have eventually led to a huge family conflict.
Her only choice was to keep the slip-up to herself, for now.
This is the same type of deception that ruined her marriage and claimed her husband’s life.
She was doing it again.
Gino turned to look at Ken. “It’s your call,” Gino said.
“If the girls say, they got him…they got him,” Ken said.
Gino turned back to look over the dance floor. He nodded his head in approval.
“I want to be there. I want to be the one,” Celeste said, getting up from her seat.
“Celeste…” Gino tried.
“Fuck that! That muthafucka tried to kill my son.” She was standing in front of Gino. “Then he sent someone into my home. I’m in on it or I’ll walk down there and put a bullet in his fucking head right now!”
The room was quiet.
Celeste was determined.
Gino understood.

 

The Arrangement Chapter #9

The Arrangement Chapter #9 by Nathan

” Darling I needed to see you. After what happened at the ranch, I wanted to make it up to you.” She sounded sincere. I felt my meat go limp and slide out of her. She felt it too. Her face sagged as if she was going to cry. She touched my face were she’d slapped me. ” You need to leave Adrian.”” Why Darling ?! I told you that I was sorry.” ” You went too far. I’m not your bitch Adrian.” She tried to kiss me. I turned my head.  She reached between us and tried to put my meat back inside of her. I grabbed her waist and lifted her up off me.” You need to leave. I have company.” I was getting a little upset. Adrian froze. ” Company !” ” Yes, Brandi is in the guest room.” Adrian looked in the direction of the door. Her mouth fell open and she held her arm across her breast. She got to her feet and dressed fast. Adrian looked scared. She looked at me. ” How could you Dominick ?! After all I’ve done for you, how could you ?!”   I didn’t say anything. I was just hoping she left with out waking Brandi up. When she walked out I laid there staring at the ceiling. I thought about everything from the house, to the cars, to the job. I hoped I wasn’t risking everything all for nothing.   I took a shower after she left. Adrian had nearly made me cum. I finished it off myself with Brandi in mind. I climbed back into bed and went back to sleep.   I never felt Brandi climb into bed with me. I guess she didn’t like sleeping alone. I looked around the room; almost afraid that Adrian would be standing there. Brandi shook a little and snuggled up next to me. I laid there with the scent of her hair entering my  nostrils. She felt so..good in my arms.   I had to get up early. I needed to go by the car lot to pick up my car. I asked Brandi to ride with me to drive one of the cars home. We got dressed and headed out. We were both a little hungry so I pull in to the Country Kitchen.   We ordered our food and sipped on orange juice while we waited. Brandi looked down, or out of the window most of the time.” Brandi, are you having second thoughts ?” She shook her head no.” Then why haven’t you been talking to me anymore ?” ” I’m scared Dominick.” She looked at me with puppy dog eyes.” What are you afraid of ?” I sat my glass down and stared into her eyes. ” I don’t want to get hurt again. I’ve avoided having feeling for anyone simply because I don’t want to get hurt.”I stared in her eyes for a second.” I’m not trying to hurt you.”   We went about our day after picking up my car. Things mellowed out between us. We got back to talking and joking with each other. I could tell that she was getting more relaxed.   As time went on, Brandi and I spent most of our evenings together. In a months time we’d become close friends. We laughed and talked about everything. We competed against each other in several activities. I found out that I couldn’t take Brandi lightly when it came to sports. TJ had wanted a son so bad that he’d turned Brandi into a Tomboy.   I loved the person she was. The way her hair fell on her face when she perspired was sexy to me. The way she looked in business attire when she went out job searching was even sexier. I watched Brandi get dressed every morning. Sometimes she would pull her hair to the side while putting on her earrings and catch me staring at her through the mirror.” What are you looking at ?!” She would say. ” My woman.” That always brought a smile to her face.   I hadn’t had sex with Brandi yet. We kissed and touched, but no intercourse. Brandi even showered with me. She knew how much she turned me on by the swell of my meat. She didn’t want to rush sex, but she didn’t want to leave me hanging either. Brandi would stroke my meat and relieve any built up pressure when ever I needed it. She would stare in my eyes and lick her lips while my cum dripped down her hand. The way she did her thang turned me on so..much !   I was still going to work daily and there hadn’t been any problems. A month had passed and there was no word or sight from Adrian. I didn’t know if that was a good or a bad thing.   Just when I thought things were going great, Adrian drove up into the car lot. I was out helping one of the mechanics service a car when she drove up. She walked inside the front lobby and spoke with the receptionist. After about 10 minutes, Adrian stepped into the garage area. She walked over towards the car I was leaning inside. I didn’t look up when she walked up. I was busy trying to connect a belt. ” Dominick I need to speak with you in my office please.” She didn’t wait on me to respond. She turned on her heels and marched off.   I finished connecting the belt and I let the mechanic know that I had to step away for a minute. Adrian’s office was secluded at the end of the hall with no windows. After cleaning my hands, I tapped on her door with my knuckles. ” It’s open !” Her voice came through the door. I stepped inside.” What’s going on Adrian ?” My voice was dry. ” Have a seat Dominick.” I flopped down in a chair and rubbed my knee with my hand. I looked at her with questioning eyes.She started talking.” We had an agreement Dominick. I was to take care of you while you took care of my needs. No where was moving Brandi inside of our house a part of this agreement.”” Our house ?!” ” Yes, our house. The house you live in with my name on the lease.”” Okay, I see where this is going. I’ll find myself a new place.” I started to get up. ” Sit down Dominick. I’m not trying to put you out of the house. I’m just stating facts. We agreed that you would only be with me.”” Adrian I can’t say that you haven’t been good to me. You’ve treated me very well. The truth is, the heart wants what the heart wants. Right now my heart is leaning towards Brandi.” ” That’s absurd Dominick ! What ? Is her young pussy tighter than mine ?! Does she such your dick better than I do ?!”” Actually Adrian, we haven’t even had sex yet. I like the way Brandi makes me feel. I feel like I’m a stronger person when she’s around.” ” What is it about that tramp that has your nose so wide open ?!” She was so upset, it was almost funny.” I can’t explain it. It’s ineffable.” I almost smiled just thinking about Brandi.   Adrian got up and walked around her desk. She locked the door to her office. I watched her move across the room like a black panther about to pounce on it’s prey. She stared at me, but she didn’t say a word. Adrian walked over and stood in front of me with her hands on her hips. We stared in each other’s eyes. We both had frowns on our faces. Adrian wore a short grey skirt and a white top. He legs were long and shinny. I could see all of her curves with the heels she wore.   I watched while Adrian slowly pulled her skirt up past her hips. She didn’t have on any panties. I could see her evil cat eye tattoo over her kitty kat. Her lips hung between the open gap between her legs. I was thinking about Brandi, but my meat was reacting to what I saw. Adrian leaned over and unbuttoned my coveralls. I wore a wife beater and jeans beneath my coveralls. She undressed me and I let her. Adrian bent down on her knees and held my meat in her hands. She looked in my eyes while covering my meat with her mouth.   I watched her slowly bob her head up and down on me. She speeded up her pace and got a little aggressive. In her mind she probably thought she was making me feel good, but it was actually hurting. I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back to stop her. She looked up at me and smiled. We clearly had two different opinions of what she was doing. I didn’t want to burst her bubble so I said, ” Turn around.”   Adrian stood up and turned around. I stood up behind her. I held my meat in one hand and touched her back with the other. I lightly pushed her to bend over her desk. Adrian’s lips stood out from the back. I ran the head of my meat up and down her lips a couple of times. She was soaking wet. When I entered her body she looked back at me. Her eyes were low and she was biting her bottom lip. I stroked her long and slow a few times. I liked the way her wet lips looked while my meat slid in and out of her. I sped up my pace and came hard inside of her ! Adrian stood up tall on her heels while I filled her insides.   Brandi immediately came to mind. I pulled out. I felt like I’d let Brandi down and she didn’t even know what I’d done. I put my clothes back on.” Adrian said, I needed that so..bad ! Thanks Dominick. I knew you’d come to you senses. That little girl Brandi can’t hold a flame to a real woman.” I needed to stop Adrian from basking in her victory.” Adrian, this can’t continue.”   Adrian looked at me. She looked as if I’d shoved a cold sword through her heart. I knew she had high hope, but I was ready to move on. Adrian’s expression turned to anger.” You think you can just use me and throw me to the side whenever you’re ready ?!”” It’s not even like that Adrian.” ” Well, let me be clear about something ! This thing we have going on isn’t going to stop until I say so. You are going to take care of my needs or else…!”” What the hell do you mean; OR ELSE !” ” I’ll tell you what I mean. You see that little teddy bear over in the corner ? Well, wave hi to the camera. How do you think Brandi would feel about you dropping off your kids inside of me ?!”” You wouldn’t do that. What about TJ ?” ” TJ can’t satisfy my needs, he’ll forgive me. How forgiving do you think that little tramp Brandi would be ?!” Adrian looked and sounded evil. She once was so beautiful to me. Now I could hardly stand the site of her.” It is what it is.” I threw my hands up. I was calling her bluff, but I really didn’t want to loose Brandi. ” So you’re willing to risk all of this ?!” She put her palm out and waved it around the room. I thought about what she was saying. I really wasn’t ready to loose the life I’d become used to living. I had to better prepare myself for the future. At the time, Adrian had most of my life in her hands.” Okay Adrian, you win. I’ll continue to take care of your needs, but you have to give me some space. You can’t just pop up at my house unexpected.””  ” I can grant you that much. I’ll be more discreet, but you know how horny I can get. You need to make sure you make time for me.” I felt like I’d just renewed my vows with the devil. I had to do what I had to do.   When I got home from work, Brandi was in the kitchen cooking. She wore one of my t-shirt, which hung low on her like a night gown. Her legs were bare down to the puffy pink house shoes she wore. Her hands were covered in flower as she shimmied across the kitchen floor towards me. She leaned in and softly kissed my lips.” I hope you’re hungry babe ! I cooked your favorite.” She sounded so happy. I was ashamed of myself.” Yeah, I could eat a horse right now.” I rubbed my stomach.” Let me jump in the shower first.” ” Okay babe ! I’m finishing up right now. I have some good news too !” She sounded so spunky and happy. I was anxious to know what had her so excited.   I stepped into the shower. I wanted to wash any traces of Adrian off me. I stood under the warm water and let it rain down on my face. I worked shampoo into my hair with my fingers. My eyes were closed, but I could tell the shower door had opened from the rush of cool air that swooped through. I heard the sliding door close. Brandi had joined me. I felt her hands touch me. Her lips kissed the center of my chest. I leaned down to meet her lips with my own. We shared another one of those amazing kisses that felt like we were floating. Her lips were so soft.   I felt so much guilt ! I’d just finished having sex with her step-mother. Even though my heart and thoughts were on Brandi; my flesh was on Adrian.   Brandi washed my body down and I washed hers. We got out of the shower and dried off. Brandi held my hand and lead me into the bedroom. There was music playing from the clock cd/radio player on the nightstand beside my bed. I could hear Lisa Fisher’s song,” How Can I Ease The Pain.” The lights were off and Brandi had lit vanilla scented candles through out the room.   She led me to the bed. She patted the bed for me to lay down. I laid on my back. Brandi held a bottle of baby oil and spread it all over my chest and legs. She rubbed my body down. My meat responded to her touch. She had me so..relaxed. Brandi crawled across the bed and climbed on top of me. She straddled my legs and opened a condom while I watched her. I watched her place the condom on me and roll it down the shaft of my meat. I was so.. hard !   Brandi stood up over me on the bed. She  still wore the bath towel. I watched her slowly loosen the towel and throw it aside. She was so beautiful to me. I was so anxious !

Brandi squatted down over me and held my meat in her hand. Her tight body and perky breast looked so nice standing over me. She guided my meat inside her lips. Once the head was inside, she slowly lowered herself. She squatted up and down with her hands on her knees, making me feel so damn good !!  I could see her wetness glistening on me. It reminded me of a stripper bouncing on stage. Brandi sat all the way down on me. I could feel her insides holding me. She grinded her midsection back and forth. I could tell when I hit her spot because she picked up speed and bucked harder. I let her run things. She came while clawing my chest. Moans were filling the room as she rocked back and forth. I was in Heaven ! I came while I watched her getting off.   I’ll never forget the song that was playing while we were making love. It was the group INTRO. The song was,” Come Inside.” The song seemed to give our sex meaning. Brandi laid on top of me breathing heavy. The baby oil made our skin extra slippery. Her face was buried into my neck. She kissed me softly and whispered,” Please don’t hurt me Dominick ?”   My eyes were on the ceiling. I was feeling so good and so guilty at the same damn time. I would never want to hurt Brandi. I knew that if she found out about Adrian, she would be crushed. I just held her in my arms.” Babe, I almost forgot. I found a job today !”  “Oh yeah, what type of job ?”” A Property Preservation Specialist. I’ll be handling foreclosed property, and making sure it’s being maintained per HUD regulations for the bank that owns it.” ” That’s good news baby, I’m happy for you.” I kissed her forehead. She kissed my lips. We laid there for a minute, body to body. Jesse Powell’s song ” You ” was coming from the radio. To me the song felt like a message. We fell asleep laying just like that.

 

Just For You

Just For You…If Only for One Night

I was reading an article in the September 21st issue of, This Week.
It was titled, “Hook-up culture: Why women go along”.
I read a lot of stuff on relationships, love, and sex to stay abreast on the issues I write about.
More and more the consensus is leaning toward non-traditional relationships. It has a lot to do with the way the world works these days.
People are not working for the same company for decades just to retire and play golf. Today people are building their own businesses, using the corporate ladder to further their own goals, and never really handcuffing themselves to a certain situation.
As our culture moves and shakes…so does the way we love and establish relationships.
A lot less people have the picture in their minds that the ideal life is a career, the perfect marriage, and a few kids.
The choices seem too permanent.
What happens when you want to change direction, which takes you across the country to a new opportunity, but your spouse has invested so much in his or her job where you are now?
Of course you sacrifice, but will you be happy in the long run? How will you feel about deferring your dreams because of the situation you are married to?
A new study reveals that among college students and young professionals, serious relationships and marriage are out-while “hooking up” for a night is common place.
Are these women being exploited in an “instant age” of settling for less?
Not really…it’s the women, not the men who are limiting their exposure to relationships.
More than not…women these days are outperforming men in college and the workplace. With their accomplishments…they value their success and independence.
In most cases they feel if they marry or enter a serious relationship, they’ll have to defer or downgrade their ambitions. Almost like an accidental pregnancy…it could get in the way of a promising future.
I know a young couple. The wife went to college graduated and started a dental practice. The husband…a hard worker, but the wife’s success and career far outperforms his. When he did obtain suitable employment…it took him away from their home base. His job could not equal her practice, but he needed a stable career. She stayed home running her practice. He moved as his job moved, making half her salary. They see each other twice a month.
Ideal marriage? Probably not.
These days women are not willing to lay down their lives for the sake of relationships.
Women are also feeling free to avoid serious relationships to avoid the situation the couple that I know are having to struggle with.
To succeed, do women really need to be “fierce amazons”, who view love as a trap?
The problem is not the women. If two ambitious…goal orientated individuals hook-up…the world is theirs to conquer.
But today, a lot of women say, the guys they date are needy, immature momma’s boys, who expect their girlfriends to bolster their fragile egos, clean up their messes, and organize their time and social lives.(Wow…)
As a result, young women are concluding that “maintaining a boyfriend is so much more work” that it precludes building a life and career of their own.
So…you really can not blame women for turning the “booty calls” around to serve their own purpose.
Honestly, as a man…I can not fathom what kind of men these young girls are experiencing, because I only understand men that are natural go-getters.
So, we really have to blame these types of men, who should learn how to be “a value-add” to the lives of their girlfriends, instead of burdens.

 

From The Inside Out #9

From The Inside Out…

At the time the 600 arrived in Big Spring FCI…there was no Texas…no Cali…no Midwest, when it came to blacks.
They were sent there on a mission.
It was plain and simple.
One accord…one team…they were black men standing together, without concern about where they were from or what gang they belonged to.
Their strength had been weakened…their manhood had been challenged…just from the reports of what had happened in Big Spring FCI, before they arrived.
Regardless of what happened or when it happened…it was time to fix it.
There was no division.
Every year, The Supreme Court has about 8,000 cases filed. They actually look at about 80 cases. Out of the 80…they only hear oral arguments on about 8.
The Justices employs teams of clerks to screen out the cases to find the right opportunity to help further the cause or passion of each individual Justice. If Justice Thomas, is dead set on rolling back Affirmative Action, he does it by finding the right case that provokes the others to act in his favor.
This is the process that was employed to get even in Big Spring FCI.
Everybody that had arrived…had an itinerary…and for the most part, their itinerary was being recompensed for the way their people had been treated.
A lot of people got here with chips on their shoulders.
And just like a dog who has lived in a yard by himself for the longest…it’s his territory.
The Pisas had been in Big Spring FCI forever and just because the population was changing they were not going to lay down and let the blacks have their way.
They weren’t crazy either. They knew better than to start confrontations, as they had in the past when they had the numbers.
So, as issues arose…a black kid from up North, fighting a Pisa over a TV…or a brother from the Midwest, whipping a Pisa for disrespect…the wisdom, sat back and waited for the right opportunity, with the right cause, in order to insure that everybody would be on board to risk it all.
You see the right cause was not about TV’s or individuals…it was about a race being suppressed in an environment where it was not normal.
As the situations and issues were vetted for the right opportunity…the Pisa’s made the mistake of pushing back against a misdemeanor issue.
The result provoked, that which was more than ready to happen.
Thursday night…a few brothers had been drinking. One had something on his mind. He took off on a Pisa about the phone line.(There is a line for everything.)
A situation that the powers that be…would normally defuse.
Mad black dude…whips a Pisa. No big deal. It happens.
But, they were fed up…they felt like Big Spring FCI was still their house.
The Pisa population demanded that the black dude be disciplined.
What they did not realize was…they were already on thin ice, and in no position to demand anything.
They pushed the issue.
All 600 blacks that arrived…armed only with what they were born with…waited as the Pisa population rush the 3rd floor with their homemade weapons.
When they made it to the 3rd floor…dubbed the ‘Ghetto’…they were met with a force that their make shift weapons were not even prepared for.
By the time the emergency vehicles had stopped rolling…the Pisa’s had submitted in Big Spring FCI…to a new majority.
Please don’t get me wrong…because this is no reason to celebrate. A lot of good people on both sides were seriously injured, but they were casualties of war. A war that had to be fought.
When the smoke had totally cleared…the Pisa population had been reduced to less than 300.
All other races had now surpassed their numbers…what goes around…comes around#OnTheInside.

 

Heatblast #115

Gino Johnson had been out of prison for a few months.
Gino and Annese had been special friends before he ever went to prison, but every since that hot and rainy day in the midst of a Chicago Summer…things changed.
Their relationship had always been…functional…business, but with benefits. Feelings had always been kept at bay for the good of the relationship. The arrangement worked well. They both were business minded individuals with a lot going on.
Annese had her own cosmetic and reconstructive surgery practice right outside of Chicago.
Gino…well, Gino Johnson was the founder of The Johnson and Johnson empire.
But, that day…the white zinfandels and the Chicago heat…mixed with the pouring rains…uncovered something that probably should have stayed covered (See HeatBlast#83).
After preaching a sermon to her friend, Desserae, over happy hour at The Hard Rock Hotel, about the incentives of a friend with benefits and no attachments…Annese uttered the forbidden.
A pouring rain and a good to the bone…fuck in the car, brought the words…I love you, across her lips.
Every since…things had changed.
They arrived in Atlanta together and checked into the executive suite of The Melia.
Annese was enjoying the Atlanta view from the 19th floor.
Gino was coming out the shower.
She heard the water stop.
“You find anything you like down there?” he asked.
Her back was to him.
She smiled, but did not turn around. She could see his naked body in the reflection of the glass window.
The eight years of prison had did him a whole lot of good.
Annese was only wearing one of his button down business shirts and a pair of boy cut panties.
Gino liked the way they allowed a little of her ass to hang out.
She knew he liked them.
The shirt was unbuttoned.
He walked up behind her as he dried himself.
“No…but, I found something I like up here.” Her back was still to him.
Annese could see the definition in his arms and the muscles that rippled down his stomach in the reflective view of the windows with Atlanta as the backdrop.
She felt herself heat up.
She was 5’7″…he was 6’1″.
Gino raised the shirt she was wearing.
She saw his smile.
“You wore these for me?” he asked, as he pressed his naked self against her backside.
“Actually…these panties are the only kind I packed.”
“Oh…so that means, there all for me?”
She felt him harden.
He kissed her behind the ear.
“Maybe…” She took a breath and tilted her head to the opposite side.
He slipped the shirt off her shoulders and turned her to face him.
“Maybe…what?”
Their lips met.
His tongue teased hers.
“Maybe…everything I packed is for you.” She bit his bottom lip, softly.
Gino pressed Annese against the glass window…19 floors above Peachtree Street.
The cold glass against her back begin to fog from her body heat.
“If it was up to me…my ideal weekend, would be you…here with me…without any clothing,” he said.
Her panties were still on.
His erection stood stiff up against her body.
Her arms were wrapped around his broad shoulders.
Annese was on her toes.
He nibbled around her nipples.
“Would that be good for business?” she whispered.
He worked his way down her body.
The years had been good to Annese also. Her body had been well taken care of.
“It’s been awhile since we been business,” Gino said, as his lips made contact with the manicured hairs a few inches below her navel.
Annese still had a grip on Gino’s shoulders. She could no longer talk back.
Using pure strength, he lifted her thighs to rest on his shoulders.
Her back was still against the windows.
Gino was applying pressure kisses…attempting to swell the doors to her soul.
Annese held Gino’s clean shaved, head…for the ride.
The phone started ringing.
“Dammit baby…you gon get the phone?” Annese cried out. She knew it was business, but she kept her grip on his head.
He put her down and took her to the chair next to the window and bent her over it…spreaded her thighs.
He ignored the phone and began to apply pressure filled kisses all over her ass.
Then…in the middle…from the back…he kissed and pressed his way thru.
Annese was about to explode. “Dammit baby…” she cried.
The phone was still ringing.
She was biting her lip, with a one-handed grip on her ass cheek…opening herself for him, as she pushed it back at him.
The phone stopped ringing…it was Celeste’s distress call concerning the intruder that was in her home last night.

 

Heatblast #114

Atlanta…

 

Atlanta, Georgia…the site of the Club Solari Atlanta, grand opening. Everybody…who was anybody in the entertainment industry would be on hand to witness the double openings of the twin, ten million dollar, state of the art venues in downtown Atlanta and New Orleans’ River Walk.
Three levels, fifty thousand square feet, marble floors, cigar vaults, a piano room with it’s own wine cellar, and five dance floors. The crown to top it all…the 26 luxury Skyboxes on the third floor, that overlooked all the action.
But, during this grand opening…all the action you could possibly ask for…would go down inside the Skybox suites.
The stage was set.
Lena and Nell arrived a day early to meet with Celeste and Cortez about the Armandale sponsorship. They were posing as representatives of the Armandale brand.
Their reason for being there had nothing to do with the celebration…it was all business.
Sylvia Joiner of SJ Entertainment was there to assist Celeste in the negotiations.
Celeste had not showed up to the Solari headquarters, yet.
Cortez and Sylvia were having drinks at the front bar admiring the atmosphere that Dominique, Victor’s interior design executive, had established.
The car service pulled up out front.
Legs…like sunshine breaking thru darkness, emerged as the black Lincoln doors opened. Accessorized by heels, flirty little min-skirts, and attention-intending cleavage.
Houston…had arrived.
“We are probably going to be moving at least five hundred people at midnight to the New Orleans location.” Sylvia said to Cortez. She looked at her watch.
Celeste still had not made it.
“Free Candy Martinis for five hundred…round trip…all you can drink?” Cortez shook his head as he enjoyed his Armandale Candy Martini. “Not to mention their proposed in-house give away. You’ll need them to provide at least a hundred-” Cortez stopped mid-sentence.
Lena and Nell had walked in and were headed towards them.
Cortez’s thoughts were lost.
Sylvia turned to see what had caught his attention. It was not Celeste. She was beginning to get worried.
Sylvia stood. “Welcome to Atlanta’s Club Solari.” She extended a hand to Lena.
Their smiles were Hollywood and the show had begun.
Lena had Cortez locked in her sights. “I’m Lena…and this is Nell,” Lena released Sylvia’s hand.
Sylvia shook hands with Nell.
Cortez’s eyes were all over Lena and Nell.
This would be easier than they had thought.
“And you must be…” Nell stepped to Cortez, standing on her heels in a way that gave him the full affects of her curves.
He snapped out of it. Cortez took her hand and cupped it softly with both hands. “Richard Cortez…Cortez Distribution.”
Nell licked her lips as she watched him…watch her cleavage.
“Okay…” Sylvia said, trying to break the spell they had put on him.
He hesitantly loosed Nell’s hand.
Lena greeted Cortez with a smile and body language that would disturb the rest of this, so-called…meeting.
“Wow…Armandale sure knows how to get the upper hand in negotiations,” Cortez said.
“Now, why would you say that…Mr. Cortez?” Nell asked. Her breast…literally…about to squeeze thru the sexy Stella McCartney mini-dress she wore, but it was far from obnoxious.
“Maybe…I’ve just been a little ignorant on the beauty Houston hides down there,” he said with a smile. “And if you don’t mind me saying…it’s quite refreshing.”
“Well…Mr. Cortez, just maybe two of Houston’s finest could give you few lessons on the beauty…of Houston,” Nell said.
“Ladies…” Sylvia interrupted, kind of frustrated because Celeste was a no show. “And Gentlemen…let’s get this over with first.”
Nell’s eyes were still locked on him. “Ms. Joiner…you’re absolutely right…let’s,” she said.
They all sat down to hash out an imaginary deal for Armandale to sponsor the Solari openings.
Whatever they came up with, Gino would talk to Steve…who would talk to Armandale…who would make whatever it was…happen.
Cortez flirted.
The girls encouraged it.
Sylvia was just trying to get thru it.
By the time everything was wrapped up…Cortez managed to get them to agree to allow him to show them the city.

 

Lena and Nell had a few things in mind to show him.