Monday, May 25, 2009
Booksigning update
The booksigning last Saturday...time to update. So I got there a hour early. I walked in and saw a few employees and the place was pretty quiet. I introduced myself to the new manager who was very happy that I was there. Apparently the guy I was talking to previously was no longer with them and the new manager didn't have my contact information. Brett (new manager) and Ashley (employee) were really nice. I thank Books On Sale bookstore for allowing to be there. My brother was with me so we started setting up. I had a really nice area right in front of the doors. The store has three doors to enter and I was in front of two. So Chris (brother) and I started taking pictures of the store, the table set-up, of me--promo shots that I use later which I will be adding really soon. 12:00-it started and not surprising enough, it started slowly. It's a new bookstore so I wasn't expecting crowds of people by any means. Between 12:15 and 12:30, people started showing up and that was cool. I was all smiles and giggles. First off, my goal was to sell five books and meet ten new people. New people, not family or friends, new people-whether they were there for me or not. I am to say that I sold six books and met 22 people. The ones who didn't buy a book got a flyer, bookmark, and small conversation. That was cool. I did meet some very interesting people. One mother and daughter were going to check out the opera and saw my flyer and decided to come through. They were really nice. Then a group of five or six black females started walking toward the bookstore. I was sitting there Damn! They came there, didn't buy the book but we talked about me visiting their reading group. I got each name and gave them my info so that was networking. I was happy for that! Thank you to Lenique, Mechelle, Neece, Sam, and Candice! I look forward to talking book and words with you! My mother was very proud as usual. My family is so supportive. I thank them so much for their help! I am so grateful to them. Overall the booksigning was success. I did what I wanted as far as my goals and got my name out there. Books on Sale (www.booksonsaleindy.org) are thinking about setting up a booksigning with several authors. I think that's great idea. I'm going to get in touch with some local authors and see what we can do. I'll add pics soon. Thanks again to everyone who came. For those who couldn't and for my out of state friends, I plan on doing a virtual booksigning. If I figure out all the kinks, I think it'll work really well. I'll keep you updated. Until next time, keep reading/writing/pondering!!
Self-Hatred
I have a handful of female friends that I would call a "friend". You have people in life for different reasons: Support, business and security. Support are the people that will have your back no matter what. They will pick up the phone no matter what time it is and listen to you vent and understand your venting. They are real deal supporter during the good and bad and not somebody who just comes around when things are good. Business are the people that someone might refer to as associates or business co-worker. I have many business associates, especially within the writing community. These are the people I would ask for advice about writing, promoting, and marketing. I do have friends who are business associates as well because just as much as I ask for advice, they give me support for my writing. Then of course, security. Security are the people who are the friends that make things happen. I consider my hairdresser , mechanic, book editor, etc. as the security "friends". I speak to them on a daily but for a purpose. I wouldn't consider my hairdresser a friend but I'm secure enough with her to take care of my hair without any worries. She knows what to do without me saying anything. We keep everything personal outside of that because that's not why I'm there. Same for the mechanic and editor--they take care of something that is very delicate and I'm secure with them and know that they won't mess it up. Now, having said all this-I have a handful of female friends because I don't know how to deal or work with females. Meaning being friends with females tends to feel like a job. Case in point: when you walk into your office, you know who not to tell something personal, who not to bring your man around, who not to smile at, or even to eat lunch with it. She talks too much, she's too flirty, she always has an attitude and she mooches. You get a little further to your desk and you see the one who is trying to take your job and is doing just about everything she can to take it. Walk a little further, you pass the girl who whines and cries all the time and she's had another fight with her man. You finally sit down, look up and catch eyes with the worse of them: the hater. She doesn't like you. At all. She probably doesn't have a reason why and you two could hang out if the third wheel of jealousy didn't try to tag along. We've all met these women. We've all worked with them, seen them at our family reunions, hell-might have been these women once or twice. Why is, though, that these types of chicks are always around? Why is there always that one female who feels like the whole world owes her something? What trips me out the most is that no matter how young or old, females will act like that. I was told that I self hate myself because I don't care of females or having a lot of female friends. That's not self-hatred. That's factual. I can honestly say that I do not remember the last time I talked about a female just because she had something I didn't or just for hating sake. I remember one comment about a female I used to work with. She's 28 or 29 years, has six children, not married but ALWAYS at the club and always drinking and getting into fights with other chicks. Last time I heard anything about her, she was having another child. I said she needs to slow down because keeps walking on a very dangerous line. I've said that to her several times so that wasn't anything new but facts are facts. Why do some women feel like what they doesn't affect anyone else? There are women who don't mind being called a bitch. There's women who would set you straight if the first letter of bitch came out your mouth. Then there's women who call themselves bitches but get mad when men do it. Why call yourself that? Why cut down the next female just because you don't have what she has? If you want, work for it. Don't hate about this and that and you're not doing anything. Why are there women who think that five kids by three different men is okay? Now, don't get me wrong. If I had female friendships like Living Single or Girlfriends where we do argue on occassion but still have geniune support for each other and making same strides in business, I would appreciate and be very grateful for that. But...this isn't TV. I have met too many conniving, jealous, worthless females who have nothing better to do but to knock me and what I'm doing. I hate to tell you, though, I won't be knocked by that. In fact, that only makes things better. Who ever said "You can talk about me because I'm hot topic..." knew exactly what they were talking about.
Okay...done venting.
Okay...done venting.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Rainy paths and long winding roads
I have my first booksigning of this year in a couple of weeks and getting a little nervous. I haven't had a booksigning in a couple years and I have been reading articles, writers' blogs, letters and posts about booksigings and other things of that nature. One thing I've noticed is that a lot of authors do not hold booksignings. They have several reasons: cost, not enough in sales, and the closing of book stores is increasing. Why try to set up a book tour when you can go on virtual book tour with other blogs? That is something I want to look into. I think it's not saves on all the reasons listed before but I think you could cover a larger range of people. When I have my booksigning in Cleveland, a lot of my Indy people won't be able to come. On a virtual book tour, any and everyone can chcek it out. If they can't come by the blog on the specific day, they can always check it out later. So I'm definitely looking into that. I have decided that I want to set up an online book release party. For the same reasons, I want to have a nice online party and talk about Karma and take care of everything without spending all the money. So we shall see. I hope everything works out.
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Funny thing happened...
A week ago, I was at the library writing like usual and this girl walked up to me. She worked there. I had seen her every time I was in there. She had to have been 20, 21 years old. She asked me if I was a writer. I said yes. She thought so because I'm always writing and I always lay my book in front of me for all to see. She asks me a few questions about being a writer and then leaves. I was like cool. That was nice. She comes back with a folder in her hand. She then asks me, "Can you read this essay for me? I've written this over and over and still feel like it's not right." I had just hit a writing speed bump so I said yes. This chick opened up the folder and it was a six page essay! At first I looked at it like what the hell! But...I did it anyway. Now, I wouldn't call myself an editor at all. I almost always need someone to look over my stuff, but I digress. She told me I could mark on it--pretty much do what I wanted. I marked things I thought were wrong and some really good lines. By the end of it, though, I had a lot more wrong marks. When I handed her the paper, she gave me this look like "Damn, I shouldn't have given it to her." I told her not be discouraged and just look at it one more time. Before she left, I gave her my card and asked her to check out my website when she had the chance. My card also has my cell number. She called me yesterday and said she got an A- (94) on her paper and her sorority sisters plan on reading "Karma Has a Name". That made me smile.
Friday, February 6, 2009
Do women really want the bad boy?
I've heard this, talked about this and even thought it. Do women really want the bad boy? Do women really want the thuggish-ruggish, hard, tatted, ruff neck type of guy? Are nice guys just too nice? Bad boys keep things exciting and that could be taken in a good and bad way. They're risky and put themselves out there. They say and do things that you might not be able to do on your own. They seem to be very outspoken and have a f*** you attitude. Nice guys for the most part play by the rules. They keep things settled and safe. If the woman wanted to try something new in the bedroom that is completely risque, she might talk to that bad boy before the nice guy. If she wanted to impress her parents, the nice guy is definitely on the arm. Why is it that we can't find both? A clear example to me would the hip hop lyricist Mos Def. To me, he is both. He is intelligent, creative but very out spoken. He can debate without cussing or making a scene. Just looking at the choice of characters he portrays show that he is both. His character in Bamboozled is ridiculously different from his character in Be Kind Rewind. He can be that bad boy or the nice guy. Sadly enough, however, he will not be the one I marry or even possibly ever meet. Yes, a tear just fell...:) Why can't women find both? Why can't that bad boy who is tatted up know calling a woman a bitch isn't a good thing? Why can't the nice guy be spontaneous every once and a while? Why can't the bad boy express him without feeling like he's soft? Why can't the nice guy not worry so much? Men want a lady in the street but a freak in the bed. Why can't we have the same?
Monday, February 2, 2009
What would the world be like...
What would the world be like if black people weren't in it? I heard this question today and had to ask it myself. What would the world be like? Right off the top of my mind, the world wouldn't havne't any soul. Black people have soul. We have soul in our words, soul in our food, soul in our music, soul in our music and soul in our love. We bring soul to art, body and mind. If black people weren't here, we wouldn't have stop lights. We wouldn't have open heart surgery. We wouldn't have peanut butter. We wouldn't have Jazz, the Blues, hip-hop and spoken word. We wouldn't have the White house and Washington D.C., the fire extinguisher, the baby buggy, the A/C and fridge, and the golf tee. If we weren't here on Earth, what the world be? In honor of Black History 3-6-5, we make the world go 'round!
Sunday, February 1, 2009
CHAPTER ONE - Karma Has a Name
CHAPTER ONE
Karma Lanai Scott was born in Dallas, TX on a hot day in May to Lillian and Raymond Scott. Her name stemmed from a gigantic fight between her parents. Before her father became a minister, he used to be very jealous and insecure and when her mother got pregnant, he just knew it wasn’t his child. He not only accused her of cheating, but also left her for three months of her pregnancy. It really came down to the fact that they weren’t married yet and neither wanted their families to know that they were having sex before marriage. Come to find out, Karma was Daddy’s little girl after all, so her mother wanted to make sure that he was reminded every day of what a fool he was. She came into the world blaring as her mother put it. Her mother constantly told her again and again of how many sleepless nights she and her father had. As a baby, she had to be the first to do everything, and that included the first one to go to sleep. Growing up, she was always curious about how things worked or why things were the way they were.
Although her parents tried to show her everything in life, they were stiff and demanding when raising their only daughter. She seemed to be like any other young woman. She was young with a wild imagination and wilder ideas. She wanted to see everything and do everything. Her father was a professor at Texas A & M University and a minister at Mount Temple Baptist church, and her mother was a homemaker and her husband’s assistant at their church. Karma was surrounded by the importance of religion and education all of her life. As she got older, they were important to her, but not as much as her parents liked. Karma tended to do things differently.
Karma was 5’6 with pecan colored skin and almond shaped brown eyes. She had flowing, wavy, black hair with a streak of fiery red going down the back. She let herself live life as full as she could without getting hurt. She was attending college and her second year, she was already having regrets of choosing her major. She wanted to attend Florida A &M and study fashion, but her professor father and homemaker mother decided that she studied political science. She liked it, but it just wasn’t her. She liked to dress and dress other people. She always designed her outfits during high school and was voted “Best Prom Dress” senior year. But, her parents were paying for it so what could she say?
Karma had a free attitude when it came to life, especially with dating. There was a time in her life when she was content with being in a serious relationship. She was modest, supportive, loving, patient, loyal, and most importantly, trusting. That changed with a two year relationship that had too much of a crazy ending. At first, everything was wonderful. She was on cloud nine for their first year. Her boyfriend couldn’t do any wrong and the thought of him cheating never entered her mind. On their two-year anniversary, Karma found out that her best friend was pregnant by her boyfriend. To make matters worse, she found out from her best friend’s mother. So from then on, she focused on things that were less stressful.
After that horrendous breakup, she didn’t care if the men she met had a girl or not. She wasn’t in the market to have another man hurt her again, as she was content with hanging with her girls and meeting a guy every now and then. Whoever made up the term “friends with benefits” must have been with her at one time or another. She was too pretty and life was too short for bullshit. She made sure that she always had a plan A, B, and C. If one guy wasn’t acting right, she could call the next and she was all good. She was only interested in loving and taking care of herself, which made her make selfish decisions. She went from modest to complex. She became impatient and the trust level disappeared completely. She didn’t trust any man and she felt that they shouldn’t trust her. It was that simple. Karma didn’t have a problem with self-esteem or confidence. She got any guy she wanted and turned down anyone she didn’t. She was twenty years old and already thought that love and happiness was a loss cause
The volume on her car stereo increased as she turned the corner to her friend’s house. She pulled up and noticed that other people had arrived already. She parked the car and started rummaging through her purse. “Damn, where is my cell phone?” She felt around on the floor in the dark and finally found it. She got out of the car, only to be met up by Candace.
“What’s up, girl?”
Karma shut the door and pulled her purse on her shoulder. “What’s going on? What are you doing out here?”
They walked past a drunken couple kissing all over each other. “I had to get some fresh air. I can’t even breathe with all of that smoke.”
Karma laughed as they entered the already said smoked out room. They were surrounded by an intoxicated crowd while listening to the bass of Lil’ Jon on the speakers. Karma took off her jacket and handed it to Candace.
“Hey, where’s the liquor at?”
“Girl, you already know. What do you want?”
Karma laughed again and answered, “Hell, what do you have?”
“The regular. Mike bought something of everything: Gin, E& J, and some Long Islands. You know how he does it.” Karma started heading towards the kitchen when Candace pulled her on her arm and stopped her. “Hey, hold on a second.” Karma turned around and started coughing from all of the smoke.
“What ever happened to you and old boy?” she asked as they walked to the kitchen. She grabbed a glass and mixed some Brandy with a cola.
“Who?”
“You know…T.K. The one you met at the store?”
Karma rolled her eyes and poured herself a glass. She stirred it around with her finger and took a big sip. “Nothing. He came over one time and expected me to give it up right then. I mean, it was all-good at first. I made some food and we were watching a movie. Next thing I know, he’s giving me this look, so I’m like okay, whatever. We start kissing and I instantly get turned off. It just wasn’t happening.”
They shared a laugh and noticed that the music started getting louder. They headed toward the music and the crowd. I am going to have a good time, she thought to herself. She looked over the room to see everyone she knew. As she scanned the vague faces, a smooth looking brotha caught her eye. She took another sip and smiled at him. She felt her pocket to make sure she had her keys and I.D. and headed his way. The crowd was moving deeper in the middle of the room. She made her way through people who were trying to dance and the ones who couldn’t do anything but sway slowly to a fast song. She looked up to see him standing there with a group of his buddies. I can’t approach with his dudes right there, she thought. She zigzagged to the right and sat with some girls that she knew. She started nodding to the music and felt like dancing. She stumbled up and started bobbing her head. As she got deeper into the music, she felt a heavy body on her back. She spun around, only to see her corner brotha. “What’s up?” He got real close and whispered in her ear. She placed her hand on his shoulder so she could keep her balance.
“I’m Juan. What’s your name?”
“Karma.”
“That’s different.”
“It’s a long story,” she said quickly. As he spoke more, not only was he screaming liquor, but cigarette smoke as well.
“Where’s your man?”
“I don’t have one. What about your girl?”
“She ain’t here,” he answered. She shrugged her shoulders and looked him dead in his eyes.
“I don’t care if you don’t.”
“Hey then, that’s cool. So what’s up?” He smiled and reached in his back pocket and pulled out his cell phone. She loved how guys got straight to the point. She pulled out her cell phone and told him that she would give hers if he gave his. They exchanged numbers and gave each other a hug. She was about to walk away, but then felt like dancing. She spun around and put her ass deep into him. She knew he was feeling her body, so she wanted him to really feel it. Their heads started bopping together and she let his hands do their thing. They made their way from her thighs to her hips and around her stomach. She wasn’t even tipsy and already feeling good. She finished the song with him and then smiled while walking away. She was not about to be with him all night long. She came here to have fun and that’s what she was going to do.
Karma couldn’t resist. It was getting closer to midnight and every time her eyes linked up with Juan, it drove her crazy. She told herself to just have fun and not to go any further than getting a phone number, but her body could not resist. She had to feel that bulge that was poking her during their dance together.
Smacking lips followed their slithering bodies to the back of the house. Juan’s hands had already touched the upper half of her body in ten minutes and she was now ready for him to touch the bottom half. He leaned her against the wall and planted his soft lips on hers. Her mind was spinning with alcohol and her body was covered with some man candy that her sweet tooth was yearning for. She moaned with pleasure as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He brought his lips from her mouth to her cheek to her neck. He began laying butterfly kisses on her right ear, making her body tremble from the tickling sensation.
Juan whispered, “I want you.”
That was what Karma liked to hear. She took her hand down to his Jamaican region and felt him through his jeans. He wasn’t playing, was he? She laughed to herself. He began unbuckling his pants and released the monster from his constricting chambers. Even under the cracked light above them, Karma saw all that she needed to see. Juan kissed her neck, the nape of her chest, and her stomach as he pulled her panties from under her jean skirt. He slanted into her, making his kisses deeper. Karma reached in her purse and pulled a black shiny package. She was so glad that she brought this one, and not the ones for the small to medium size brothas. If she did, she wouldn’t have been able to get her freak on. She handed him the condom and said, “Here you go. It didn’t seem like you were prepared.”
“Oh, baby girl, I’m always prepared. It’s nothing wrong with a chick being prepared her damn self.” Karma laughed and waited for him to slide it on. He rolled it down the shaft and whispered, “I want you from behind. Is that alright with you?”
“Oh yeah,” she meowed.
Karma spun around and rested her arms on the wall. She felt her ass spread apart as he slowly entered her. When he reached the spot of the choice, they both let out a gratifying moan that floated on the night air. Juan gripped her hands and eased in and out of her like a pro. Karma closed her eyes as she felt herself melting onto him. He started to pick up some speed when Juan slightly kicked a box that was near their feet. He then stopped and lifted her leg up on top of the box. He inserted himself into her again and this time went with some full force. It was beginning to get really good when Karma felt her phone buzzing in her pocket. In the midst of her moans, she conflicted with herself if she should answer the phone. Juan began giving her slow strokes that made her shiver in the warm breeze.
“You gonna answer that?” he asked her between breaths.
“Hell….no.” She moaned again. This time her phone rang and it was the ring tone she had set for her mother. Karma groaned at the sound of that. If her mother was calling twice, something had to be wrong. “I have to….answer this,” she panted. She reached for the phone and rather than stopping, Juan continued with a lingering pace. “H-H-Hello? Hey, mama. I’m…f-f-fine. Why am I breathing so hard? I was running up a flight of stairs. I d-d-d-o run. Mama, can I c-call you back?”
Juan was feeling so good and she knew he needed to stop, but she didn’t want him to stop and neither did he. Her mind and body were at war and so far, her body was winning by a long shot. Her mother kept talking, reminding her about the Harvest Tidings service that their church was having this coming Wednesday. Karma had promised months ago that she’d be there. As much as she tried, she couldn’t talk her way out of this one.
“Mama, I really n-n-need to go. I promise I’ll be t-there,” she stuttered. All of a sudden, Juan pulled her back farther and had her bent over half way toward the ground. His mouth got close to her ear and he whispered, “Keep talking to her.”
Karma quickly shook her head as she tried again to get off the phone.
“Mama, can I please…”
Her mother cut her off with reading scriptures and reminding Karma the importance of believing the Lord Jesus Christ and how he died for their sins.
If only mama knew how much sinning I was doing right now!
Juan began pumping harder and faster with her leg still propped up on the box. Before she knew it, Karma’s legs began to tremble and her body began to get extremely feeble. She didn’t want to, but she had to hang up before her mother heard all of Karma’s orgasmic experience.
“Mama, I love you but I have to go. I’ll call you tomorrow.” Karma hastily hung up the phone, and with one hand leaning on the wall and the other holding onto him, she said, “You better work this out!”
Juan let out a laugh as his grip on her hips got really tight. Karma bit her lip with stinging pain, for she knew what was coming. She got hot, and her heart beat like a car stereo thumping in a neighborhood. At that moment, the moon and sun formed a sunset and Karma was cloud nine. She let out a satisfied moan that was well deserved. Juan had literally fallen on top of her as she felt his body shaking.
“Damn. No body has gotten a rise out of me like that in a long time.” She smiled. She didn’t know if it was all him or the fact that her mother was preaching to her over the phone while Karma was getting pounded. Juan stepped back a bit and pulled up his pants. He had a huge Kool-Aid grin as he watched her pull on her panties.
“Damn, baby girl. You were good ya damn self!” He kissed her on the lips and waited until she was situated. She kissed him again and told him to give her a call sometime.
“Trust me. I will.”
Karma Lanai Scott was born in Dallas, TX on a hot day in May to Lillian and Raymond Scott. Her name stemmed from a gigantic fight between her parents. Before her father became a minister, he used to be very jealous and insecure and when her mother got pregnant, he just knew it wasn’t his child. He not only accused her of cheating, but also left her for three months of her pregnancy. It really came down to the fact that they weren’t married yet and neither wanted their families to know that they were having sex before marriage. Come to find out, Karma was Daddy’s little girl after all, so her mother wanted to make sure that he was reminded every day of what a fool he was. She came into the world blaring as her mother put it. Her mother constantly told her again and again of how many sleepless nights she and her father had. As a baby, she had to be the first to do everything, and that included the first one to go to sleep. Growing up, she was always curious about how things worked or why things were the way they were.
Although her parents tried to show her everything in life, they were stiff and demanding when raising their only daughter. She seemed to be like any other young woman. She was young with a wild imagination and wilder ideas. She wanted to see everything and do everything. Her father was a professor at Texas A & M University and a minister at Mount Temple Baptist church, and her mother was a homemaker and her husband’s assistant at their church. Karma was surrounded by the importance of religion and education all of her life. As she got older, they were important to her, but not as much as her parents liked. Karma tended to do things differently.
Karma was 5’6 with pecan colored skin and almond shaped brown eyes. She had flowing, wavy, black hair with a streak of fiery red going down the back. She let herself live life as full as she could without getting hurt. She was attending college and her second year, she was already having regrets of choosing her major. She wanted to attend Florida A &M and study fashion, but her professor father and homemaker mother decided that she studied political science. She liked it, but it just wasn’t her. She liked to dress and dress other people. She always designed her outfits during high school and was voted “Best Prom Dress” senior year. But, her parents were paying for it so what could she say?
Karma had a free attitude when it came to life, especially with dating. There was a time in her life when she was content with being in a serious relationship. She was modest, supportive, loving, patient, loyal, and most importantly, trusting. That changed with a two year relationship that had too much of a crazy ending. At first, everything was wonderful. She was on cloud nine for their first year. Her boyfriend couldn’t do any wrong and the thought of him cheating never entered her mind. On their two-year anniversary, Karma found out that her best friend was pregnant by her boyfriend. To make matters worse, she found out from her best friend’s mother. So from then on, she focused on things that were less stressful.
After that horrendous breakup, she didn’t care if the men she met had a girl or not. She wasn’t in the market to have another man hurt her again, as she was content with hanging with her girls and meeting a guy every now and then. Whoever made up the term “friends with benefits” must have been with her at one time or another. She was too pretty and life was too short for bullshit. She made sure that she always had a plan A, B, and C. If one guy wasn’t acting right, she could call the next and she was all good. She was only interested in loving and taking care of herself, which made her make selfish decisions. She went from modest to complex. She became impatient and the trust level disappeared completely. She didn’t trust any man and she felt that they shouldn’t trust her. It was that simple. Karma didn’t have a problem with self-esteem or confidence. She got any guy she wanted and turned down anyone she didn’t. She was twenty years old and already thought that love and happiness was a loss cause
The volume on her car stereo increased as she turned the corner to her friend’s house. She pulled up and noticed that other people had arrived already. She parked the car and started rummaging through her purse. “Damn, where is my cell phone?” She felt around on the floor in the dark and finally found it. She got out of the car, only to be met up by Candace.
“What’s up, girl?”
Karma shut the door and pulled her purse on her shoulder. “What’s going on? What are you doing out here?”
They walked past a drunken couple kissing all over each other. “I had to get some fresh air. I can’t even breathe with all of that smoke.”
Karma laughed as they entered the already said smoked out room. They were surrounded by an intoxicated crowd while listening to the bass of Lil’ Jon on the speakers. Karma took off her jacket and handed it to Candace.
“Hey, where’s the liquor at?”
“Girl, you already know. What do you want?”
Karma laughed again and answered, “Hell, what do you have?”
“The regular. Mike bought something of everything: Gin, E& J, and some Long Islands. You know how he does it.” Karma started heading towards the kitchen when Candace pulled her on her arm and stopped her. “Hey, hold on a second.” Karma turned around and started coughing from all of the smoke.
“What ever happened to you and old boy?” she asked as they walked to the kitchen. She grabbed a glass and mixed some Brandy with a cola.
“Who?”
“You know…T.K. The one you met at the store?”
Karma rolled her eyes and poured herself a glass. She stirred it around with her finger and took a big sip. “Nothing. He came over one time and expected me to give it up right then. I mean, it was all-good at first. I made some food and we were watching a movie. Next thing I know, he’s giving me this look, so I’m like okay, whatever. We start kissing and I instantly get turned off. It just wasn’t happening.”
They shared a laugh and noticed that the music started getting louder. They headed toward the music and the crowd. I am going to have a good time, she thought to herself. She looked over the room to see everyone she knew. As she scanned the vague faces, a smooth looking brotha caught her eye. She took another sip and smiled at him. She felt her pocket to make sure she had her keys and I.D. and headed his way. The crowd was moving deeper in the middle of the room. She made her way through people who were trying to dance and the ones who couldn’t do anything but sway slowly to a fast song. She looked up to see him standing there with a group of his buddies. I can’t approach with his dudes right there, she thought. She zigzagged to the right and sat with some girls that she knew. She started nodding to the music and felt like dancing. She stumbled up and started bobbing her head. As she got deeper into the music, she felt a heavy body on her back. She spun around, only to see her corner brotha. “What’s up?” He got real close and whispered in her ear. She placed her hand on his shoulder so she could keep her balance.
“I’m Juan. What’s your name?”
“Karma.”
“That’s different.”
“It’s a long story,” she said quickly. As he spoke more, not only was he screaming liquor, but cigarette smoke as well.
“Where’s your man?”
“I don’t have one. What about your girl?”
“She ain’t here,” he answered. She shrugged her shoulders and looked him dead in his eyes.
“I don’t care if you don’t.”
“Hey then, that’s cool. So what’s up?” He smiled and reached in his back pocket and pulled out his cell phone. She loved how guys got straight to the point. She pulled out her cell phone and told him that she would give hers if he gave his. They exchanged numbers and gave each other a hug. She was about to walk away, but then felt like dancing. She spun around and put her ass deep into him. She knew he was feeling her body, so she wanted him to really feel it. Their heads started bopping together and she let his hands do their thing. They made their way from her thighs to her hips and around her stomach. She wasn’t even tipsy and already feeling good. She finished the song with him and then smiled while walking away. She was not about to be with him all night long. She came here to have fun and that’s what she was going to do.
Karma couldn’t resist. It was getting closer to midnight and every time her eyes linked up with Juan, it drove her crazy. She told herself to just have fun and not to go any further than getting a phone number, but her body could not resist. She had to feel that bulge that was poking her during their dance together.
Smacking lips followed their slithering bodies to the back of the house. Juan’s hands had already touched the upper half of her body in ten minutes and she was now ready for him to touch the bottom half. He leaned her against the wall and planted his soft lips on hers. Her mind was spinning with alcohol and her body was covered with some man candy that her sweet tooth was yearning for. She moaned with pleasure as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He brought his lips from her mouth to her cheek to her neck. He began laying butterfly kisses on her right ear, making her body tremble from the tickling sensation.
Juan whispered, “I want you.”
That was what Karma liked to hear. She took her hand down to his Jamaican region and felt him through his jeans. He wasn’t playing, was he? She laughed to herself. He began unbuckling his pants and released the monster from his constricting chambers. Even under the cracked light above them, Karma saw all that she needed to see. Juan kissed her neck, the nape of her chest, and her stomach as he pulled her panties from under her jean skirt. He slanted into her, making his kisses deeper. Karma reached in her purse and pulled a black shiny package. She was so glad that she brought this one, and not the ones for the small to medium size brothas. If she did, she wouldn’t have been able to get her freak on. She handed him the condom and said, “Here you go. It didn’t seem like you were prepared.”
“Oh, baby girl, I’m always prepared. It’s nothing wrong with a chick being prepared her damn self.” Karma laughed and waited for him to slide it on. He rolled it down the shaft and whispered, “I want you from behind. Is that alright with you?”
“Oh yeah,” she meowed.
Karma spun around and rested her arms on the wall. She felt her ass spread apart as he slowly entered her. When he reached the spot of the choice, they both let out a gratifying moan that floated on the night air. Juan gripped her hands and eased in and out of her like a pro. Karma closed her eyes as she felt herself melting onto him. He started to pick up some speed when Juan slightly kicked a box that was near their feet. He then stopped and lifted her leg up on top of the box. He inserted himself into her again and this time went with some full force. It was beginning to get really good when Karma felt her phone buzzing in her pocket. In the midst of her moans, she conflicted with herself if she should answer the phone. Juan began giving her slow strokes that made her shiver in the warm breeze.
“You gonna answer that?” he asked her between breaths.
“Hell….no.” She moaned again. This time her phone rang and it was the ring tone she had set for her mother. Karma groaned at the sound of that. If her mother was calling twice, something had to be wrong. “I have to….answer this,” she panted. She reached for the phone and rather than stopping, Juan continued with a lingering pace. “H-H-Hello? Hey, mama. I’m…f-f-fine. Why am I breathing so hard? I was running up a flight of stairs. I d-d-d-o run. Mama, can I c-call you back?”
Juan was feeling so good and she knew he needed to stop, but she didn’t want him to stop and neither did he. Her mind and body were at war and so far, her body was winning by a long shot. Her mother kept talking, reminding her about the Harvest Tidings service that their church was having this coming Wednesday. Karma had promised months ago that she’d be there. As much as she tried, she couldn’t talk her way out of this one.
“Mama, I really n-n-need to go. I promise I’ll be t-there,” she stuttered. All of a sudden, Juan pulled her back farther and had her bent over half way toward the ground. His mouth got close to her ear and he whispered, “Keep talking to her.”
Karma quickly shook her head as she tried again to get off the phone.
“Mama, can I please…”
Her mother cut her off with reading scriptures and reminding Karma the importance of believing the Lord Jesus Christ and how he died for their sins.
If only mama knew how much sinning I was doing right now!
Juan began pumping harder and faster with her leg still propped up on the box. Before she knew it, Karma’s legs began to tremble and her body began to get extremely feeble. She didn’t want to, but she had to hang up before her mother heard all of Karma’s orgasmic experience.
“Mama, I love you but I have to go. I’ll call you tomorrow.” Karma hastily hung up the phone, and with one hand leaning on the wall and the other holding onto him, she said, “You better work this out!”
Juan let out a laugh as his grip on her hips got really tight. Karma bit her lip with stinging pain, for she knew what was coming. She got hot, and her heart beat like a car stereo thumping in a neighborhood. At that moment, the moon and sun formed a sunset and Karma was cloud nine. She let out a satisfied moan that was well deserved. Juan had literally fallen on top of her as she felt his body shaking.
“Damn. No body has gotten a rise out of me like that in a long time.” She smiled. She didn’t know if it was all him or the fact that her mother was preaching to her over the phone while Karma was getting pounded. Juan stepped back a bit and pulled up his pants. He had a huge Kool-Aid grin as he watched her pull on her panties.
“Damn, baby girl. You were good ya damn self!” He kissed her on the lips and waited until she was situated. She kissed him again and told him to give her a call sometime.
“Trust me. I will.”
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