I tried to figure out why I was jealous over a man who wasn’t mine as I gathered my whites and walked to the washer on the opposite side of the room from them. Yeah, David was fine as hell but I knew I had no right to feel any type of way about him having a conversation with another woman. Hell, I had no right to say shit with all of the naughty thoughts that ran through my mind whenever I saw a fine dude. However, that knowledge didn’t stop my feelings or ease that intense throb between my legs. All I knew was that I wanted David. I needed him and at that moment the bitch was in my way.
“You gotta take what you want Yasmine. That bitch ain’t got nothing on you!” I said to myself as I finished my first load and prepared to go get my man.
The only problem was as soon as I turned around David was right there in my face with his usual big, bright smile.
“So you take what you want huh Ms. Yasmine? Well, I hope I’m what you want then.” David said as he leaned in and kissed me gently on the lips.
His lips were so soft when they landed on mine and his touch was electrifying as he wrapped his arms around my shoulders to pull me in closer to him. I tried to resist the desire inside of me as I quickly looked around to see where the girl had gone, but David was a sexual force I just couldn’t fight.
“Who are you looking for Yasmine? That girl? Oh, I sent her away. She has nothing on you, beautiful lady. You’re the one I want. You’re the one who makes my manhood hard just from the thought of you. See?” David said as he continued to talk with his lips so close to my neck I could feel his breath while he reached down to grab my hand.
“You see this mami? It’s all for you. You’re all I’ve been able to think about for the past few days. Holding you. Being inside of you. I want you Yasmine. I need you and so does he.” David said in his thick Spanish accent as he used my hand to grab his massive penis, which stuck straight out of his gray jogging pants.
I felt flustered like a school girl about to get it for the first time as I stood there with David’s arms around me, his lips on my neck, and my hand on his rod of steel. I could feel it throb and jump in my hand as I searched for the right words to say. We stood there like that for minutes as David planted little kisses all over my neck and my pussy leaked juices down my leg. I tried to evaluate the situation as I stood there in David’s arms and he made my desire grow stronger. I knew in my heart that all David wanted was sex, and that was my mission too, but a small part of me still wanted to be loved on a consistent basis by the man of my dreams.
That part of me fought hard to keep the honey jar closed as the other part of me that just wanted something long and hard inside, won the battle.
“I need you too David.” I said breathlessly as the twinkle in his eyes lit up.
Before I could say or do anything else David had sprung into action as he lifted me up effortlessly and put me on top of the washer.
“Say no more mami. I can make sure we both get what we need.” David said as he panted and began to kiss down my neck to my breasts.
Dozens of emotions ran through me at that moment as David kissed and caressed his way down my body. I felt goosebumps pop up all over me as he licked the space in between my breasts then gently blew on it. There was no way I could fight my desires as he slipped up my sports bra and latched on to my right breast like a breastfed baby. He put a fire deep inside of me as he continued to suck my breast while he slowly pulled my yoga pants off. As soon as they were off I felt my heart began to race and panic begin to creep in. David recognized it too and before I could get out a word of protest, he used his right hand to trace up my body before he finally explored my wetness.
“Ohhhhh, yes David. Damn boy. I want you, but we should stop. Someone may come in.” I said out of breath as David used his fingers to fuck me fast as he licked up my neck before he kissed me deeply on the lips.
With that kiss I lost all apprehension and just let myself go as David licked and teased me before he whispered in my ear.
“I already locked the door, so nobody can get in. They can’t even see us unless they put their face on the glass, but if they do so what. Let them look. Let them see what a real Latin Lover is like. Let them see me fulfill your desire.” David said before he stuck his tongue in my ear and my pussy creamed a little more.
I got lost in the pleasure as David explored every inch of my body with his tongue except my honeypot before he pulled out the prettiest dick I had ever seen. It was big, smooth, and golden brown just like an eggroll cooked to perfection. Just the sight of it made my mouth water and my pussy pulsate like a blood vessel. I couldn’t slide my plump ass to the edge of the washer fast enough as I watched David pull a condom out of his pocket and strap it on. I bit my bottom lip and rocked slightly from side-to-side as David stood in front of me while he held his manhood and gave me an intense, seductive look. I moaned lightly and licked my lips before he pounced on me like a seduced rabbit. He was on me in a second, full of nothing but Latin passion as he laced one hand in my hair and dug two fingers from his right hand knuckle deep in my wetness. I couldn’t think or even blink before the wetness in my cooder exploded and David removed his fingers to enter me. It felt like the clouds opened up and sucked me in as David’s gigantic muscle worked its way deep into my love box.
“Awww shit mami. You’re so wet Yasmine. Damn girl. I want to live in this cono. Yessss mami, throw it back to Papi.” David said as he pounded me into the washer.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and threw my pussy back at him as he kissed all over my neck and breast while he ran his hands through my hair. His touch felt so good to me, I couldn’t help but to moan loudly as I licked his neck and then turned his face to look into his eyes. I saw nothing but lust when I looked at him and he gave me his sly, seductive glance. I knew that moment in time meant nothing but a nut to David, and the lack of tingle in my spine told me that’s all he meant to me. However, the emotional side of me didn’t know I still had wanted more as I kissed David deeply and hoped that by chance he was the guy in my dreams.
“Ohh David yes. Yes, Papi. I want you. I need you. Let’s stay like this forever.” I whispered in David’s ear as we grinded our bodies together faster and with more force.
David and I kissed, licked, and sucked like nymphos for minutes just wrapped up in the passion we felt. I waited for David to respond to what I had said as that release I chased slowly made its appearance.
“Can we stay like this forever?” I asked David again as I watched his eyes begin to glaze over and his body start to tremble.
My organism hit me hard at that moment too as my body spasms took over and David and I reached euphoria together.
“If not forever, at least for this moment.” David said as our bodies jerked together and we were left spent on top of the washer.
I fell back against the back of the washer exhausted as David laid his head on my chest. Instinctually I rubbed his wavy head as he reached up to hug my hips. I think I fell in love with David at that moment or maybe I fell in love with the thought of being in love. Whatever it was; love, lust, or loneliness, it hit me hard and I could do nothing but give in.
“David, what did you mean when you said if not forever, at least for the moment? What is it that you’re looking for?” I asked David as I continued to rub his head and my heart raced.
Seconds after those words left my lips I regretted that I ever said anything as David jumped up like I had poured hot grits on his ass. I never seen a man get dressed so fast as I slowly flipped my bra back down and got off the washer to retrieve my pants. Neither David nor I said a word as we dressed and then went back to our laundry. I was putting my whites in the dryer when David came over to me with his basket to finally clear the air. I stood there with my back turned as he approached and braced myself for what he would say. I knew that David wasn’t the one for me and my mind knew that all I wanted was a nut. However, my foolish heart got all caught up in feelings, which left me vulnerable to David’s power.
“Loo
k Yasmine. You know how I feel about you. I think you’re a very beautiful woman and you have the best cono I have ever felt, but I don’t know where this could ever go. I saw a need in you and a desire so deep it was hard to fight. I felt that whenever I saw you, so I had to help us both. I can’t promise you forever though mami. I can give you this moment though.” David said as that emotional, weak female in me was crushed and a new side emerged.
Suddenly I felt frantic, just like I felt that day Alvin came in to tell me that he wanted a divorce and that he wanted to be with a transsexual. I felt that same devastation mixed with disbelief that it would be so easy for him to simply walk away. My mind moved a mile a minute as I tried to think of the right words to say that would make David stay and he leaned in to kiss me gently on the lips. I closed my eyes as soon as his lips touched mine and tried to feel that tingle in my spine I felt in my dreams. I tried, but I couldn’t. Yet I still wanted him. I still didn’t want him to just walk away, but he did.
I didn’t even feel when David removed his lips from mine because I was in such a trance as I tried to savor the moment and think of a way to create an opportunity for it to last forever. By the time I opened my eyes David had already unlocked the door and was about to step out before he turned to look at me again.
I stared as his flawless golden brown skin, juicy lips, and sparkly eyes as he stood there and stared back at me. I knew I should just let him go at that moment and forget about what I thought I wanted; however, part of me just couldn’t let it be, no matter what he said.
“Don’t look so stunned mami. Maybe I’ll come around tonight and we can have another moment. Maybe.” David said before he winked his eye, blew me a kiss, and then disappeared.
I stood there for a while as I lingered in the scent of his cologne and could still feel his lips on mine. Seconds later tears rolled down my cheeks, which snapped me out of my trance. I wiped them away with the back of my hand before I quickly gathered my clothes and left the laundry. I felt so exposed and vulnerable as I walked pass my happy, friendly neighbors without a second glance. I was back inside my condo in minutes as I fell against the door and growled to let out the frustration I felt. I wanted to leave that emotional shit behind and just let David be, but Wayne had worn off on me fast.
For the rest of the day I fumed around my apartment like an angry lioness who missed her cub, with hope that he would change his mind. I kept my eyes on the window the entire time I cleaned and rearranged everything in my house with hope that my feelings would soon fade. By midnight the feelings were still there and I felt a strong hold on David I didn’t want to let go. I fell asleep around two a.m. on the chaise in front of my window with David still on my mind. That night the mystery man didn’t visit me in my dreams like he had done every night before, instead all I dreamed out was David’s touch and how I wanted it again.
I woke up with a heavy, anxious feeling in my heart as I instantly sat up and glanced out of the window. I searched the courtyard and adjacent building for a trace of David but he was nowhere to be found. I looked over at his usual parking spot and my heart fell when I noticed his car wasn’t there. The time on the cable box said six am and I couldn’t imagine where David was already gone. In that moment, thoughts of him with the little Hispanic girl filled my mind and rage took over me.
“Muthafucka. Now I see why Wayne acted the way he did. How a muthafucka think they can just fuck you, take a piece of your soul and simply walk away. Or take it as an invitation to walk in and out of your life. Hell naw, he got me fucked up. Maybe this is karma for how I played Wayne, but I don’t give a fuck. This nigga gonna have to show me.” I said out loud to myself as I stared in the mirror on the wall next to my window.
I didn’t even recognize myself with my messy, long hair all over my head and these determined and demented eyes.
“What you doing Yass?” I asked myself ass I shook off the fucked up feelings I had inside as I went about my Saturday.
I emerged myself in work for hours, six two be exact, and only stopped to dash downstairs to the café attached to my building for a quick lunch. As soon as I stepped outside I stared up towards David’s place. Part of me wanted to climb those steps and walk up the massive hill on the river to his row of condos. Part of me wanted to just go knock on his door and demand that he loves me the way I wanted him to. That was that weak, emotional part of me again, but that time she didn’t win. I continued to look for David though the entire walk over and as I sat alone by the window and ate.
When I returned to my house I got a glimpse of the same Hispanic girl I had seen David talk to in the laundry as I walked by the window and prepared to get back to work. I watched her as she walked down the steps and then disappear into the parking lot. Her radiant smile and happy skip was imprinted in my brain as I sat back down and put all of my energy into my work. At three, a loud clink that sounded like metal as it hit metal broke my concentration and I got up to peer out of the window again.
I stared intently at the U-Haul truck parked out front as a little gray Volkswagen Beetle pulled away and it followed. I wondered if one of my neighbors had moved or if there was someone new as I sat back in front of my laptop. I tried to concentrate on the files from my Emerson case when I was back comfortable on the couch; however, I couldn’t get that U-Haul or the Beetle off my mind. Something deep inside told me I needed to know who that was.
Moments after that I closed my laptop and grabbed a wine glass and a bottle of red wine out of my rack before I sat back on the chaise in front of the window with remote nearby. I sat there until my stomach began to growl as I watched both the Martin reruns that played on T.V. and the world that passed me by outside my window. At around 6:30 pm. I finally pulled myself together as I put my emotions under lock and went into the kitchen to fix myself a simple dinner. I prepared a nice stir fry with chicken and fresh veggies to accompany brown rice, then sat down with another glass of wine to eat in front of the T.V.
The ratchetness on Love & Hip-Hop quickly took my mind off my own fucked up situation as I ate and laughed my ass off. Once I was done with my food and the show had gone off, I rolled up a few joints of the reserve stash of medical grade Kush I kept for when shit got hectic. I showered with thoughts of nothing but how good I was going to feel when I got out of my head. The throb in between my legs was dull, almost unnoticeable, and the ache in my heart was bearable so it was easy for me to allow the weed to do what it was supposed to once I plopped down in my bed and lit it.
I laid in bed awake for hours as I smoked joint after joint and India Arie played in my ears. I fell asleep sometime after midnight and had my first dreamless sleep. The mystery man didn’t meet me in my dreams and neither did David. I woke up around nine a.m., way later than usual, feeling like I needed some type of help to get over everything I had gone through. I wanted to get over Alvin, Wayne, David, and the coward father who left me at birth. I just wanted to live outside of my life if only for a moment and I knew just what to do to get it. I quickly got up, stretched, prayed, and went about my day. I got dressed that Sunday morning in yoga pants and a sports top and headed out of my condo for the trails.
This time when I left my house I fought the urge to in even look in the direction of David’s place as I cut on my IPod in my armband and switched on the pedometer pinned on my waist. I let Erykah Badu take me to another place as I zoned out and ran until my legs burned so bad I had to sit down. I ended up on the top of the steps on Riverside Drive which overlooked the Mississippi River. I sat there and sipped my water while I took in the beautiful view as the early September in Memphis breeze caressed my skin. I vowed to let go as best I could before I thanked the Most High for another day and then jogged back towards my place. By the time I made it back to my condos it was after 1 p.m. and I was tired and a little hungry.
I walked towards the café to stop for a lunch-to-go when I saw the Hispanic girl from the day before get out of a gray Volkswagen Beetle and walk up the steps towards David’s c
ondo. At that moment I couldn’t hold back the feelings that were buried deep inside as I ran across the walkway to follow her up the steps. I let her get away from me for a second as I stopped to pick up the pedometer that had gotten snagged on the handrail and fell off. By the time I made it up to David’s level the girl was gone and I stood in the hallway confused on what I should do. I knew the smart thing would have been for me to turn my thick ass around and go home. However, my curiosity was too strong. I had to know whether or not the girl was at David’s house and see if I could find out how she was connected to him and the moving truck.
That’s why I walked to David’s door with shaky legs as my heart raced and my throat went dry. I went against the voice in my head that told me to turn around as I continued towards David’s door with my pedometer in hand when I suddenly heard voices. I peered over towards his front window when I noticed it was opened and ducked behind the bushes to peer inside. I got a glimpse of David as he sat in the living room and laughed on the phone with someone as he flipped channels on the remote. I felt a little at ease when I saw him alone in the room and I figured it was him on the phone that I heard. That reassured me enough to give me the courage to walk over to the door and tap lightly before logic kicked in. Something in my mind told me to just walk away as I stood there and waited on him to answer, but my hardheaded ass didn’t listen. Instead I knocked again and waited as my heart beat in my throat. Seconds later the door flew open and the Hispanic girl from the laundry stood in front of me with an apron on, flour on her hands, and a huge smile on her face.
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