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Dirty ft. King Zamir by Tomi Thomas
I sat in the living room in shock as Miriam, Sam’s best friend and Sam’s younger brother from the Air Force who was 4 years younger than her put their clothes on and headed out to the living room to join me. I felt like I was interrogating them. I was upset they were having sex on the sheets that Sam and I did things on but more upset that they had something going on and I was the last to find out. I had suspected something at his last visit to town but Sam had blown it off like it was nothing. She was always trying to protect her best friend like she wasn’t a “cougar” or something. Sam walked in a few minutes later and she and Miriam went to the kitchen. I heard them giggling and laughing as she replayed the look on my face when I walked in. I was so heated but I made time to give Jude a fist bump for scoring a girl like Miriam. She was a woman! In every sense of the word. That was all I was allowed to say before my “NSCDC Chairman” cut me.
Sam and I left them in the house and went into my car as we laughed off the incident. This was the woman I loved but I still didn’t feel completely connected to her. I remember the night I told her I was feeling disconnected because I felt like she was too busy with other things and had become detached from me. She tried to kiss me and I kissed back but I soon pulled away and told her I wasn’t happy with everything. We both promised to do better and be there more for each other. We sat outside her house till 4am in the morning just talking about everything. At various points in the conversation we both got upset and it just showed how much we cared about each other and wanted to make it work. I loved this woman and I got sick to my stomach at the thought of her waking up next to someone else. I couldn’t live with it.
I was having an okay day at work the next day, making my rounds from floor to floor and checking in with my patients. I missed having Sam here with me. Working together and sneaking around having sex all over the hospital. I hated the change but I liked the happiness it brought her even if it had taken us away from each other. I was walking to another meeting when her text came through,
“What time are you off babe?”
I smiled thinking she just wanted to stop by and get some of my dick. I responded,
“In an hour babe”
“Don’t eat dinner babe. I’ll be there once I get off. I’m treating you tonight.”
I had never heard those words come out of the mouth of a Nigerian woman. I was shocked and turned on. Sam cooking for me happened to always do that to me, I was excited.
True to her word, she showed up at my house. I was busy playing a round of Call of Duty trying to relax when she arrived. I darted to the door and back to my room, planting a quick kiss on her lips as I ran back to make sure I wasn’t killed in my game.
She stayed in the kitchen killing it all kinds of ways; sweet potato fries, chicken, rice, beans and PLANTAINS!!!! I passed out for a quick second while I met Jesus. She knew the way to my heart. I came into the kitchen and stood by the door watching her while she cooked. She was beyond sexy. Waltzing her way from sink to stove and back, it felt like I was falling in love again. All I wanted now was to just eat her up. Well her famous lasagna first and then all of her.
I walked up and tried to kiss her. She smacked my hand out of the way and said while rubbing my grumbling stomach,
“Babe, I’m going to feed you real good and then I am going to fuck you till you’re tired”
I felt a tingle down my back as I clutched my legs tighter as my dick rose. Fuck! She got me.
About twenty minutes later the food was done and I have to say, it was one of the best she had ever made. I could not believe it. We lay in bed cuddling next to each other when she began to touch me. I knew what she wanted. The food was spicy and I was there drinking flavored water trying to avoid the spice. I should have brushed my teeth because I wanted to feast on her pink but she wouldn’t let me. She wouldn’t let me do anything.
She got up and pulled my pants down taking all of me inside her mouth. I felt a slight burn. We had obviously eaten the same food and my member was burning and ready to tap out. But I had to be a real one and stay true. The heat slowly began to reduce as she slobbered on my shaft from the tip to the base. Stroking my balls as she went along I was starting to twitch. The spice had gotten into the opening at the head of my shaft and now the burn was truly coming but it was too late to stop her now. She was dripping wet already. I lay there on my back while she took off her panties. Squatting she slowly lowered herself onto my hard upward pointing member. My curved package slowly became covered in her wetness as the burn continued. She didn’t seem fazed by it as we proceeded. I could feel her juices begin to drink onto my sack as she twisted and turned, slowly grinding her pussy on my dick.
I couldn’t contain it. She was wet. It was hot. Hotter than usual because I was burning and I knew I had to end this fast but she wouldn’t let me. She placed her knees down next to my legs. Backing me, she put her hands around my ankles and began twerking her soft ass on me. Up and down she went like a freak trying to blow my mind. I knew this woman. She was the one that made me hit the falsetto for the first time in my life while she worked magic. I grabbed her hands and tried to dictate the pace. She stopped, turned slowly and looked at me and said,
“Don’t touch me.”
with all determination, focus and whatever else was included. I felt like I bust my seed at that moment. The room had gotten 10 times hotter. A woman that knew how to take control and had the body and know how to do so? Did I hear someone say a celebratory “Yes Lawd!” ?! Well hope the big man upstairs forgives all of YOU.
She seemed to care about my body but angry at my member. She rode me dirty like a cow girl riding into battle, the battle of the cattle. I knew myself and I knew I was about to cum. I was trying to hold it but she wasn’t letting me touch her and she was so wet. It was so hot and she looked so fucking sexy! I knew it. I just knew it. The way she worked, I pushed her up and in my pumping of my shaft, spurted out all of my seed into the air and all over my arm. She got up and dissatisfied, knelt down next to me and took my now softening member into her mouth. Stroking it back to life, she cleaned up the entire area and mopped it all up. I wanted to scream. I tried to push her off me but I couldn’t. She had me.
I finally gave up and let the pleasure course through me from my mid-range to the hairs at the back of my neck. I lay there like a beaten fighter as she cleaned up the corners of her mouth and headed into the bathroom.
You’re allowed to laugh at me as I woke up the next day when she was about to leave for work; she had knocked me.
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My party promoter friend, Edward, called to tell me that he was throwing a big reunion party in California for the July Celebration that year and he invited me to it. I had asked Sam to come with me, as she had never been to California before. I promised it’ll be fun. A three day weekend for an African reunion, he called in #ARC2014. It actually was pretty cool. The party was live like all his parties were and I had been going to his parties since early days in college and now he was big fish in the party business. We partied hard till four in the morning.
The next morning, I was out at brunch with my friends having a great time laughing at the funniest things. Sam was off at the hotel catching up on some more sleep. She was a lightweight partier. I remember the DJ from the night before was also with us at the restaurant. Even as a group of young black professionals sat in a primarily white restaurant filled with white people, we made all the noise possible. Trust black people to “light” up wherever they go.
I can’t remember what was said but I know someone got offended about something. I burst out laughing and knocked over a cup of water while trying to contain my laughter. It was too funny. I noticed I spilled some juice on my shirt so I got up and headed to the bathroom to clean it off. I was in the bathroom standing in front of the mirror with a piece of paper towel in dipped in water. I began patting the juice off my shirt and a few minutes later the stain gone. I decided to pee afterwards and when I was done I returned to the sink to wash my hands. I was drying off my hands when my phone buzzed. I ignored it and headed back to the table with my friends. They were still laughing about something and I soon enough joined the “laugh show” again. The waitress soon came to take our orders and it was when she was done that I grabbed my phone. It was that moment where everyone at the table hopped on their phones to read messages and all. I responded to Sam’s message asking if we were still there and that she was coming to join us. I asked if she wanted to eat and she said that she just wanted a smoothie. I opened the email I had just received. The subject heading read,
“REOPENING A.R CASE”
I knew those initials; they were my dad’s but I didn’t know what it meant. I gathered from reading down the email that a detective from the precinct where my parents had their accident had reopened the case and wanted to get some information from me as well as updating me on the new developments. The case had been reopened based on an anonymous tip that the car my parents were driving might have been tampered with.
I was a little concerned because I had waited so long to finally get over the incident and the entire trauma and now it was all coming back to me. I was also in some ways relieved because I always felt like there was so much that wasn’t clear back then… a lot of unanswered questions regarding the whole incident. I was nervous.
A friend of mine asked what I was reading; I questioned why she wanted to know and she said it’s because the look on my face changed. I lied and said it was nothing. This wasn’t anything. This was huge. I took down the detective’s number from the email and I remember asking my friends on the table if calling Hawaii was long distance. They all responded that it was part of the US so I should be fine. I was going to call him. I knew I had to but I started to get this sick feeling in my stomach. I wasn’t sure if I was ready for whatever he had to say. I looked down at my eggs on my plate. Scrambled; that’s exactly how my heart was feeling.
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Am I Wrong – Nico & Vinz
I returned to Florida distracted with a heavy heart. I was not ready to be back but I wanted to get the ball rolling and figure out what the email from the detective was about. I wanted to contact him before I returned to work. I hadn’t told Sam about it yet because I knew she would try to stop me from digging deeper into my parent’s passing. The last time I tried, it felt like I lost myself in there.
My conversations with the detective were as enlightening and just as confusing in the same breath. I was still trying to make sense of everything, the news, the thoughts and the uncertainty. It had been over a year since their death and I was now grieving again. We had been talking on the phone and emailing back and forth. The insurance company for the rental organization that my parents had rented the car from were adamant that the blame for the failed brakes shouldn’t have been on them. Especially since the accident happened on the third day of the vacation. They sent the car, a 2011 Toyota Camry, back to the factory to be inspected by them and their team. The results came back as inconclusive because the brakes did not seem to have been affected by normal wear and tear. The detective eventually enlisted the help of an expert who gave his view in stating that he felt like the brakes had been cut physically by someone.
Bells in my head began ringing… I wanted to know everything! For the longest time I had suspected my aunt, I felt like she had something to do with it. Women always had something to do with it I thought to myself. I sat there in my room trying to figure out the motive.
“Why would anyone want to hurt my parents?”
I thought to myself.
It made no sense but I was going to make sense of it. One thing was now certain… The incident was no longer ruled as an accident. It had been proven that someone definitely tampered with the brakes and I was going to find out who it was. The detective already said he was coming down to interview my uncle and aunt again as they were on the vacation with my parents. I was going to dig into things in a different way.
I called the accountant for my mom’s company and asked for all the account details and reports. I was going to find out if this whole thing was financially related because money can also easily break families.
A few days later the accountant responded to my message with two emails. The first included all the information that I had asked for. From account balances to tax information to write offs, everything was there in a secure file. The second email had the password to open the initial file with directions of how to read the files or at least make sense of the whole thing. I put some spaghetti in the cooker and put my spaghetti sauce in the microwave. I returned to my bedroom and began digging into the files. What I found finally began to give me some direction around what was happening.
Within the last 2 years, there had been lump sums transferred to an account in my uncle’s name. I sat up straight and looked closer at the screen while taking notes of every transaction. I could feel myself sweating.
“Was it my uncle?”
“Why were there transfers to my uncle’s account?”
Going further I began to realize that there was a pattern to the transfers, they mostly happened when my mother was out of town on her business trips or trips to visit her sister in Dallas.
“Did my aunt never notice the transfers?”
After, all they were business partners. But I realized that it was my mother that was in charge of the financial aspect of things while my aunt did most of the leg work. I continued to question things without having all the answers. My palms sweaty as my fat fingers ran over the mouse pad and the keyboard. The money transfers never exceeded seven thousand dollars. I needed to find out what was going on because it was also evident that the business was bleeding. Not entirely because of the transfers but mostly because of the consistent lack of income in the company.
I pulled my mother’s company credit card records and began to scan through. Everything seemed like regular transactions till I noticed two airline ticket transactions and one for a doctor’s visit.
I took a step back and I stared at the screen. I looked crazy. My reddened eyes were now sore. I had just scanned through years of bank and credit card statements, transactions and tax returns. I walked out on to the balcony to get some fresh air. I was tired. There were empty bottles of water that I’d drank littering the side of the table. I looked like a crazy person searching for the truth in the black and with numbers that seemed like nothings. I returned to my seat, took a deep breath and continued. I was not sure about the doctor’s transaction. I clicked on it for details and nothing came up. I knew that no hospital would give me details off another’s person’s information over the phone. I scratched my head and thought about how to go about this. The two airline ticket transactions could be cleared up easy. All I had to do was go through my mother’s email and I was sure I would find the flight details.
All my senses were heightened and I had not responded to any messages particularly ignoring Sam’s during the four hours I had been sitting at the computer and that’s when it happened. In my crazy state I remembered all my mother’s files that she usually scanned quarterly into her LifeGuardian account. It was an online data protection account that stored all your information in the event that data on your computer or something was completely lost.
I knew her password because I was basically her assistant for years when she first started her business. Helping and answering all her questions over the phone from thousands of miles away. I clicked over to the website and logged in. It took a few minutes but I found the receipt of that doctors visit (she logged every receipt for tax reasons as a business owner). It was for some lab work and a scan.
“Was she sick?”
“Was she hiding an ailment from my dad?”
I dug further and searched for any correspondence from doctors. I typed “doctors” into the search box and right then it came up. The hospital was in Waco, Texas a little over an hour outside Dallas, Texas and I wondered immediately why my mother was having tests outside the family doctor which she had been using for over seven years. It didn’t add up.
I looked for more information and found nothing. I was starting to get angry because I didn’t find what I wanted or what I thought I would find. And then it dawned on me to check her emails. All the things scanned in here were from paper origins meaning they were sent to the house, a house where the mail was picked up by two people; my dad and my mom. If she was trying to hide something from my dad, she would never have had it sent to the house. I logged into her personal email account. My parents had a separate shared one for family and joint things. I searched the hospital name and 4 emails came up. Two from a doctor and two from my mother to the same address; I opened the first one that read “Results” in the subject heading.
Reading carefully, it was written saying that the person tested was basically 2 months pregnant. Her response was to ask if the doctor was sure. The next email was a response from the doctor confirming that they had run the test again and they were sure the person was pregnant. I covered my mouth in shock.
“Was my mother pregnant?”
I began to process and if so, why was she hiding it from my father. Why didn’t she tell me?
Her final response sounded happier, thanking the doctor for his help and maintaining confidentiality. My eyes grew big. It still made no sense what the transfers to my uncle were about. I clicked the search box and typed in the name of the airline. Flight reservations popped up. 3 of them in total
I clicked them and opened them up…
There the two paid for with my mom’s credit card. They were both for my uncle and 8 months apart. My heart was racing now. Out of my chest it was pounding as if it wanted to burst out. The last one was paid for with my mom’s debit card and was sandwiched between those two trips. I looked at the dates. The date of the second trip my uncle made to Dallas was for 4 days, Thursday through Sunday. My mother’s appointment with the doctor was on that Friday.
“No no no no NOOOOOOOO!!!!!”
I yelled out loud. No fucking way!
My mind had to be playing games with me. This was not happening. This was not happening right now. God no!
I had to talk to someone. I sat down on the floor and dialed Sam’s number.
I didn’t even give her a chance to speak, I spoke first and blurted out,
“My mother was pregnant when she was in that accident and I think my uncle was the father…”
Sam stayed silent for a few seconds and then she said,
“What The Heck….”
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