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The early morning sun caused Q to squint his eyes to block the glare out. He adjusted the heavy duffel bag on his shoulder and headed up 145th street on his way home. Tired and mentally drained from work he could not wait to jump in the hot shower and relax.

There has to be another way. I am sick of living like this he thought as he finally reached the top of the hill on Amsterdam Avenue. His stomach rumbled, reminding him that he had not ate the entire night. Walking into the corner Bodega he grabbed the Sunday paper a croissant and an apple to snack on. Q silently nodded at the Dominican man behind the counter. Placed his money on the counter and began to exit the store.

“Still running from the pussy Mr. Stuck Up?” Tawanna asked. Tawanna was your typical around the way hood beauty. At 5’5ft she was stacked in all the right places. Big, juicy breast, small waist, a firm bubble butt and thick full legs to die for. Tawanna always rocked her hair in new trendy style and this morning was no exception. Her Jet black, short, cropped Halle Berry Cut accentuated her big doe eyes. Tawanna flashed Q her killer deep dimpled smile and waited for a reaction.

Brushing past her quickly Q acted as if he had not heard a word. For the past three years since he moved from his Richmond Hill area of Queens to this neighborhood in Harlem, It had been the same type of dialog with Tawanna. The only reason why he even knew her name in the first place was because she had told it to him so many times prior.

Checking herself out in the mirror, Tawanna was on point from head to toe. Her Vicky, “Pink”, canary yellow sweat suit hugged her ass perfectly, the matching hoody, nicely enhanced her full cleavage. Her yellow and grey Air max sneakers were fresh out of the box. She just knew she was the shit.

Running out of the store, she screamed after him, “Fucking Faggot! You’re wasting all of that good dick running up in a shitty asshole”. Laughing, she dusted off her bruised ego. Headed in the opposite direction and stormed off.

Q gripped his bag even tighter, letting the comment catch his back.</p>

She is not even worth the response.

Smirking he thought to himself, Little Mrs. Ghetto will never sample any of this good daddy dick!

Heading around the corner he finally reached his apartment building. Zipping open his duffel bag he shuffled his costumes out the way and found the keys for the front door.

Home sweet home…

Jogging up the four flights of stairs he entered his apartment, stripped down at the door and headed for the bathroom. Q took a long hot shower, closed all the blinds to block the sun out and went directly to bed.

Hours later the moon light awakened him. The long, peaceful sleep rejuvenated his muscles and he was ready for another long hard night at work. He was eager to perform his daily much needed routine. Pulling the sheets down he glanced at his night stand and made sure all of his “Equipment” was there. Hopping out of bed, he walked to his window, cracked it open and pulled up the blinds. Standing in the window completely naked with the exception of the 50 or so various tattoos which covered his muscular arms, shoulders back and chest, Q began to get excited. This was their nightly routine. His only authentic release. Looking down at his now swelling cock,he needed to release his load so badly. He began to get antsy. Normally they would’ve began by now. Glancing at the clock on the wall he checked the time 9:00pm. He wasn’t late. For the next 15 minutes or so he paced nervously, waiting, wondering if maybe their routine was finally over.

Biting his bottom lip and smiling widely he relaxed. Finally “She” was here. “She” went by the name of Karen. Karen was an older middle aged beauty. Simple, quiet, reserved yet incredibly, beautiful. Although she was almost 20 years his senior her grace rocked his world. At 50 she was a curvaceous size 22, stacked and super sexy. A divorced, retired music teacher, she would unwind nightly by playing her piano. The first time Q caught her playing Alicia Keys “Fallen” completely nude he was hooked like a dope addict. It was more than just the visual of her large round areolas or the swollen, pussy lips of her fat vagina that turned him on. It was the passion that was written across her face as she closed her eyes and seemed to escape with the music.

Laying back down on the bed he grabbed the KY jelly from the night stand, and began to lube his thickening dick. Tonight would be different though. To his surprise, Karen stood up, placed one leg up on her wooden mahogany stool, opened up her shaven lips and began to finger herself slowly.

SHIT!! He moaned, while stroking himself with more intensity. Out of all of the years as working as an exotic dancer Q had seen thousands of drop dead gorgeous women but none had ever stimulated him like this one. He was sick and tired of faking a smile to get a better tip, going on arranged “dates” to pay for his bills. He hated sitting across tables at dinner with beautiful empty, soul-less women who only gave a fuck about how big his dick was or how rough he could fuck them. He was tired of performing night after night and coming home alone without any one to sincerely talk to. Q had pussy being thrown at him from left to right…but he had no one to talk to and share his world with. Karen had done what the others could never do, capture his mind. She was his fix. His get high and tonight she was kicking it up a notch.

Karen cupped her DD’s together and began to suck on her own nipples. Q massaged the head of his dick with the palm of his hand in circular motions causing his toes to lock and curl. He would give any amount of money to be able to feed on her juicy breast. Totally turned on she sat on the stool opened her legs wide winked at him and began to playfully smack her pussy.

Q began to jerk harder and fast with a steady rhythm. His back stiffen and arched as he imagined in his head what the tip of his dick would feel like sliding in her hot, wet tunnel.

Karen opened her pussy fully for him with one hand, placed one leg up beside her and pulled out a pink rabbit.

This bitch is going to make me shoot to the got damn ceiling He thought. When did she get that??

Q licked the tips of his right fingers and began to rub on his hard nipple while stroking his cock. He was trying his hardest to calm his rising nut down, but she had upped the ante with the rabbit.

Karen fucked herself deep and hard, throwing her head back fully getting into it. The vibrator swirled inside of her in a fast circular motion while the rabbit ears stimulated her pearly hard, glistening clit.

Q grabbed his thick dick with both hands and began to stroke slow and hard.

Karen could feel her climax rising, she began to fuck herself feverishly, anticipating the good, long nut that was on the tip of rupturing.

Q couldn’t take it anymore he blasted off shooting thick loads of cum, spurting into the air for what seemed like an eternity. He had never shot so much at one time!

Karen mouth watered at the sight of his nectar. Her toes gripped onto the carpet and pussy clamped down on her vibrator. She climaxed hard and pulled the vibrator out. Bashful now after their nightly ritual she quickly jumped up, closed the windows, closed the curtains and retreated for the night.

Q wiped his ejaculation off of his six pack and caught his breath.

Now that is my kind of woman..

Whenever I introduce myself to someone for the first time I always get asked one of two questions.
1. Is that really your name?
2. Who named you?

Very few people know the origin behind why I was named “Hope”. So here we go. I was born in a very small hospital in Harlem called Flower Fifth Avenue. My mother tells me that her heart stopped twice while she was delivering me. She says she can remember the stench of alcohol from the Doctors breath because he had a hang over from drinking on Christmas night. On December 26, 1977 in the wee hours into the morning a new chapter of life began. My Grandmother gave me this name. These are her exact words as to why my name was chosen.
“A year before you were born I was hit by a car. I had to learn how to walk, talk and eat again. We lost everything. We relied on hope and prayer to get us through. When your Mother told me that she was having a girl. I asked her to name you Hope because it helped us to survive.

Getting back to why I chose to share the origin of my name. For the past couple of months I have debating with idea of going back to college. I graduated High school but never finished college. This has been one of my greatest regrets in life. It’s also a HUGE fear I don’t know anything about financial aid, grants, admissions, scholarships…none of that. I don’t even know what to ask when I walk into the admissions office or what I should bring. All of this embarrasses me.
I had to remind myself that I didn’t know anything about writing a book. I figured it out and wrote three.
I didn’t know anything about swimming in a pool. Paid for lessons and began to trust myself enough to become comfortable with the back stroke.
I didn’t know anything about lifting weights or creating jewelry.
My list of “Fear” was a long one..but eventually I gained the courage to leap.

This evening I took a much needed break from everything and decided to watch a movie. I stumbled across a flick called, “Gimme Shelter”. The main character of the story is a pregnant, homeless teenager named “Apple”. Apple struggles with the decision to keep her baby while dodging her abusive Mother who is a drug addict. Eventually she finds a good support system and ends up giving birth to a beautiful baby girl.
By the end of the movie I’m a mess. My emotions are all over the place. All of this makes me dig deep and question myself.
How do I juggle everything in my hands and add school to the equation?
Here’s the irony behind all of this. Apple names her daughter HOPE! This was definitely my nudge from above that it’s time to leap again.

Remind me to thank my Grandmother for the meaningful name.

Hope: Is the power that gives a person the confidence to step out and try.

“What did I tell you?” Annoyed Jessica rolled her eyes and brushed past Malcolm entering the apartment.
“Damn Jess a brother can’t get no love?” Dropping his outstretched arms Malcolm locked his front door and followed her down the long hallway.
“Every time I come over here you’re never ready. I didn’t come over her for small talk and hugs Malcolm. I’m here for the dick.”
Tossing her motorcycle jacket on the couch she sat and began to slide her riding boots off. Their routine of intense casual sex had begun three years prior when she spotted him in Western Beef picking through a batch of bell peppers. One look at his dick print in his grey sweat pants was all it took. It took her a full minute to acknowledge his face. Never in her life had she seen something that thick and curved. Jessica had become a welcoming participant of Malcolm’s soul sucking sessions ever since.
Smirking he stood before her and dropped his boxer briefs.
“Imma tear your ass up today. Hurry up and take your shit off.” Smacking her gently with the head of his dick on her mouth he watched while she eased out of her bra and panties. Her scent of arousal smelled like a mixture of fruit and desire. Malcolm spit on her clit and began to slowly lap her pink, plump pussy lips.
“Yes! Eat this!” Jessica’s head fell back into the cushioned pillows. Grabbing him by the back of his head she opened her legs wider as her eyes rolled back. Malcolm was the first man that she had ever met that had mastered the triple threat. He could make her cum with his fingers, dick and tongue. By the way he was slurping her nectar out and spitting back on her she knew the first orgasm of the day would be coming soon.
“Got damn it! Yous’ a nasty motherfucker!” Jessica looked down at him in shock as he stuck one finger into her anus and the other into her vagina while continuing to eat up. Malcolm hungrily moaned while swallowing her tangy nectar. He loved to eat pussy, especially Jessica’s. She allowed him to spit, lick and slurp with any hesitation or complaints. Malcolm’s dick dripped with pre-cum while thoughts of entering her slick hole made him even harder.
Pumping back against his face she felt her first climax rising. Her walls began to thump and involuntarily clamp down on his tongue. She was at the point of no return.
“Did I say that it was okay for you to cum?” Pulling himself free of her grip Malcolm began to suck her juices off of his fingertips while watching Jessica squirm in frustration.
“Please make me cum! I was right there. Don’t do me like this.” She pleaded.
“Get up and give me a kiss. Come taste your pussy…and then I’ll make you cum.” Stroking his cock he turned his back on her and began to walk away.
Jessica took off like a track star, “Stop fucking playing with me Malcolm!”
Leaping on his back she frantically kissed the side of his face while he carried her piggybacked into the bedroom.
“You was talking all of that shit a minute ago. What happen?” He teased. Slapping her on the thigh he continued to laugh.
“You’re choking the shit out of me. Get down so I can give you this dick.” Jessica unwrapped her thick chocolate legs from his waist, slowly crawling onto the king size bed. Back shots were like kryptonite to him, she knew the sight of her plump rear end would drive him insane. Winking back at him she arched her back, burying her face deep into the pillows.
“Just put the head in. Let me feel a little bit.” She coaxed.
“Just the head? That’s all you want?”
Grinding his teeth, Malcolm grabbed her waist and sunk all 9 inches of his thick dick down into her gushiness. Why does her pussy have to be so good? He thought to himself. Pussy this good will have you curled up in a ball in tears. Steading himself he began to give her long, deep, solid slow strokes. The ripples in her wide ass slammed back hard onto his waist as Jessica threw it back at him.
“Why you always so wet?” Pulling himself out his entire penis was coated with her white creamy juices. Replacing his dick with his fingers he began to finger her.
“Shit. I’m about to cum. Please I wanna cum on your dick. Put it back in please!”
Smacking her on the ass, Malcolm flipped Jessica onto her back and slid his cock back into her warm, welcoming hole. Locking eyes with her his dick hit her cervix, kissing her soul.
“You gonna give me a fucking hug and speak the next time you come over here!” Malcolm demanded.
“YES! God this feels so good. I’m speak baby. I promise Imma speak.” Grabbing his shoulders, she bit down hard on the side of her cheek while exploding all over him. Malcolm increased his speed while trying to contain his own orgasm. The combination of her fuck faces and throbbing walls bought him to his knees.
“ I feel you cumming. Damn this shit is so tight.” Malcolm leaned in, kissing her passionately. Feeling his own climax rise he tried to pull out. Arching her hips, Jessica began to fuck back even harder.
“Cum in me. Cum in your pussy Malcolm.” Shaking his head no, he tried unsuccessfully to free himself. Wrapping her legs around his waist Jessica clamped down hard onto his dick while licking the side of his face. Unable to withstand the torment Malcolm shot off hard and deep inside of her.
“God damn it. You good pussy motha fucka!” Shaking his head from side to side he collapsed on his side and tried to catch his breath.
“You want some water?” She asked while wiping the sweat off his forehead.
“Ha! You in my shit asking me if I want some water?”
Jessica toyed with the diamond ring on her finger and kissed him on the lips.
“Our shit. I got papers on you remember?” she called out over her shoulder while making her way to their small kitchen. Malcolm wiped his wet dick off on the sheets while looking up at the ceiling.
“You surely do. Now get back in here and give your husband some more of that pussy before we have to pick up those bad ass kids in the morning.”
Placing the glass of ice water on the night stand Jessica kissed her husband continuing their weekly get away and sex rendezvous.