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The other day I was with my "friend"
And she kept saying n*gger all throughout the mall. I asked her stop because it’s offensive and she said “Whatever. My boyfriend is black so it’s okay.” Being so angry I socked her in the face. She yelled “WHAT THE F*CK WAS THAT??” And I said “My boyfriend is in the boxing club so it’s okay ;^)” Everyone in the store clapped for me as I left.
everybody tag yourselves!! i’m the blatant exaggeration of this made-up story
um. as one of the niggers clapping in the store i can confirm this isn’t made up
I was in the store too
im the black boyfriend
I’m the canned audience applause
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tumblr at its best
im in the boxing club
I work security at the store and I caught it on camera!
What Are Friends For by Caramel Cream
Sitting at my desk at work; I received a frantic phone call from my friend Trish. She was crying hysterically and I couldn’t understand a word she was saying. I immediately dropped everything and called my boss to tell him I had a family emergency. He completely understood and let me go without another word. I am so grateful that I have that kind of relationship with my boss. Grabbing my keys and purse I head out to the elevators. As I am standing there waiting for the next one to arrive I start to think of what had her like this. We have been best friends for over 10 years now; ever since our first day of high school.
As the elevator dings I had an ah ha moment. It had to be her boyfriend Chris. Lately I have been having this feeling that he has been stepping out on her. I could have sworn I seen him last month at the mall all hugged up on another woman. But as soon as I turned to get a better look he was gone. I had chopped it up as me seeing someone else. So I didn’t mention it to Trish. But, she did say that he has been acting really weird lately. He has been very secretive about everything; always on his phone texting and smiling. I told her to not look too deeply into it. Because if she goes digging she will find something that she is not ready for. Lord knows I pray that I am wrong but I have this gut feeling that I am right.
Speeding down the highway my mind is roaming over several scenarios. Pulling up to Trish house I can see that all the curtains are drawn closed; which is very unusual for her. She loves to have all the shades open so she can enjoy the sunlight. Parking my car in her driveway and getting out, I reach in my purse for her the spare key to her house. We had keys to each other places too. Once I opened the door I can hear soft jazz playing in the background. That was my clue that I was indeed right about what had her in a hysterical fit. She always plays jazz when she was upset. Placing my keys and purse on the side table at the entrance, I walk down the hall towards the kitchen. I found Trish standing behind the island with a wine glass in her hand.
I rushed over to the kitchen grabbing the wine glass from her and place it on the counter. I grab her hand the wine bottle and the glass; leading her towards the living room. Taking a seat I lean over to gave Trish a tight hug and instantly she starts to cry. After a few moments of letting her cry; I lean back and take a good look at her. She must have been crying for hours before she called me. Trish still had on her work clothes from this morning. She looked completely exhausted, deep dark rings had began to appear under her eyes. Her eyes are bloodshot red too. “Trish tell me what happened” I demanded from her.
“Oh Audrey, I found out that Chris has been cheating on me for the past three years” she says between her sobs. Shaking my head, I knew that fucking bastard was cheating on her. She proceeds to tell me that she received an email from an unknown person. She reaches over and grabs her phone and shows me the message. Grabbing the phone from her shaking hands I proceed to read it.
Hi, I just wanted to let know that Christopher and I have been dealing with each other for the past three years. We would see each other several times a week, mainly when you go off to work. He would also take me on his business trips too. I know this is hard to take in all at once but I had to tell you. I couldn’t take all the lies anymore. If you don’t believe me come to the house around 10am tomorrow. You will see for yourself. I am truly sorry for all of this.
I could feel my blood pressure rising as I handed Trish back her phone. I can’t believe what I just read. “What did you do Trish? I hope you did as the email said and showed up.” She nods and begins to cry again. She is crying so hard I can barely make out her words.
“Auds, I found Chris exactly as the email stated. I walked in the front door and heard moaning and the bed making noise. As I climbed the steps the moans got louder and louder. By the time I made down the hall all I could see was red Auds. I don’t recall much after me finding him in my guest room with the woman riding his face. All I can remember is a lot of screaming and yelling; I basically blackout. What am I going to do now?”
Grabbing the glass and the bottle off the table I pour myself a huge glass. Quickly I had to down it swallowing hard, before I could reply back to her. I didn’t want to come off too strong but she needed to hear the truth. Looking away I begin to tell her.
“Trish from the beginning I told you that Chris was no good for you. That he was a shady character. But, you kept on instating that I was wrong. So I fell back and let you do you boo. As long as you were happy, I was happy. I didn’t want our friendship to break up over some guy. But I must confess something to you. I was completely jealous of you and Chris relationship. He got to do everything with you that I have been fantasizing about for years. Before you met Chris we use to play around with the idea of us being an item. It was a running joke between us but to me it was a real thought. I’ve been fantasizing about kissing you every night and waking up to your smiling face in the morning. I’m sorry if I just crossed the line but I had to tell you. I couldn’t keep this in any longer.”
We just sat there in silence for maybe two minutes. But it felt more like thirty. I dropped my head and try to quickly think of something to change the subject. All of a sudden I feel her taking the glass out of my hand and placing it on the table. She scoots closer and turns my head towards her. Immediately I glance down in fear of her reaction to my confession. She tilts my chin up so that I am staring at her eye to eye. She scoots even closer and my heart starts to speed up. I am so confused; she is not saying a word to me. All she is doing is looking into my eyes. I lick my lips as I begin to speak but suddenly I feel her lips on mine. I was stunned for a few seconds but quickly that washes away as my biggest fantasy has just come true. Her lips are just as soft as I imagined. Shit it feels better than I imagined. Sliding my hand up to caress her face I deepen the kiss. Inside I am completely fighting back the urge to take over and have my way with her. But she is too vulnerable right now; I’ll just let her take lead.
Trish pull away first and I can see tears running down her face. “What’s wrong? Did I come on too strong? I knew I should have kept my thoughts to myself.” She quickly places her finger to my lips as to stop my rambling. Standing up she grabs my hand pulling me to stand with her. She starts to pull me towards the steps. Hesitantly I pull back on her hand.
“What are you doing Trish?”
“I know I look a mess and I want to take a shower.” Looking back over her shoulder
“Do you care to join me Auds?”
My mind is screaming “girl you better go with her” but I am still a bit hesitant. Squeezing her hand tightly I follow her up the stairs. As we walked past the guest room that Chris was caught in I swear I heard a low muffle coming from the room. I stop and look back at the door. She glances to the door and shakes her head but continues down to her bedroom. I want to go in there to see all the damage for myself but I will wait for her. Trish lightly squeezes my hand and I brush it off. Once we’re in her room Trish motions for me to take a seat on her bed. Which is nothing new for me, I always sit on her bed and talk to her while she is getting dressed.
As I take a seat on her bed my mind is going a mile a minute. I can vaguely hear her rambling on about what she is thinking of doing him. I was still trying to process the kiss that happened down stairs. Her lips were so plush and soft. I wanted more; I needed more. Damn that was such tease. How can I convince her to be with me? I need her to be more than just my best friend. Leaning over I place my head in my hands and continue to think.
I was so caught up in my own thoughts that I didn’t notice that Trish was standing in front of me completely naked. Mind you I have seen her before naked but this time was different. She literally just stole my breath away. I could feel my heart speeding up at the lovely sight before me. Without saying a word she leans down and starts to unbutton my blouse while staring into my eyes. I lean in and gently kiss her full lips again. Damn I can get use kissing her. Standing up I let my blouse hit the floor as I step out of my heels. The passion in our kisses increases as she reaches behind me to unfasten my lace bra. Letting it fall to the floor along with my blouse. She bends down to plant soft kisses on my breast as she reaches down to unfasten my skirt. Every kiss is like a mini lightning bolt to low region. “Ooooo .. Yesssss Trish!” I can’t take this slow teasing from her anymore; I want to feel her body under my touch. I begin to help her with my skirt and lace panties. The sensation of her lips and her tongue on my nipples feels heavenly. She stands back up and pulls me towards the shower.
Once in the bathroom I noticed the steam filling the room. Trish must have turned the shower on as I was in my thoughts earlier. She steps in the glass enclosed shower first smiling at me. I just stand back and marvel in her beauty. Watching the water at it cascades down her sexy body. Trish had a body to die for. Nice round C-cup perky breast, small waist and a table top ass. I imagined myself plenty of times to face deep in her ass. Caressing, biting and kisses all over it. Shaking my head to clear my thoughts; I can’t believe that I am finally about to live out my fantasy.
Looking up into her eyes I see that she has caught me admiring her body. She gives me that gorgeous smile and beckons for me to come join her. Stepping in the shower she wraps her arms around me; drawing me into a deep passionate kiss. My brain says “fuck it, kid gloves are off.” I pin her up against the wall and start to caress her supple breast. Capturing her lips I lightly suck on her bottom lip as my hands are pinching her nipples. Rolling the little buds in between my fingers. Her hands are all over me caressing my arms and shoulders. Reaching down I grab her leg and hitch it up on my hip. Caressing her thigh I make my to her phat ass. Squeezing her ass I release her lips from mine. Moving to her neck I bite down and growl in her ear “Tell me how much you want me! Tell me!” She whines in response, which is not good enough for me. Biting on her neck harder. “Tell me you have been thinking of me kissing on your sweet pussy. Tell me!” Trish begins to whine again but I pinch and twist her nipple hard. Letting out a cry, she nods her head. Twisting her nipple even harder. “No tell me, I want to hear it from you. Tell me or I will stop.” I demand from her. She grabs my head with both hands and kisses me hard with feverous passion. Pulling back she pants “Yes Audrey, I have been dreaming of you devouring me. I need you, I want you.”
That is all I ever wanted to hear from Trish. She just said the magic words that kicked me into overdrive. I kissed her back just as passionately. Releasing her lips I slowly begin to make my way down her body. Licking up each water drop as it is cascading down her body. The water was streaming off her hard nipples like a waterfall. I knelt down even further to catch the water in my mouth as I tried to suck up every drop of her. I wanted her so bad that I had to keep telling myself to calm down. There is no need to rush. Kissing her stomach and making my down to her plump mound. Even in the shower I could smell her arousal. It smelled so sweet. I place her leg on my shoulder to give me better access to her buried treasure. I sat there and stared at pretty kitty. She was glazed over with her thick cream. The water from the shower could not wash it away. Smiling I look up and say “All this for little ole me?” She smiles and nods while her hand is in hair. “Yes baby she is all your, now eat up” Without hesitation I do as my baby pleases.
This was my moment of truth, I finally had Trish within my grasp. Sticking out my tongue I lick up every last drop of her on vulva. “Mmmm baby you taste so good” moaning into her. Taking my tongue I give her long wide slow strokes from her perineum to her plump mound. The more I licked the more cream seeped from in between her lips. Snaking my tongue between her lips I stick my tongue deep in her pussy; trying to dig out every last bit of cream. “Oooo Auds, yessssss!” Stiffening my tongue I begin to fuck her with it. I can feel her body shaking as her orgasm nears. I fuck her faster with my tongue. “I’m going to cum, I’m coming to cum” she shouts. Withdrawing my tongue from her pussy I find her pearl and suck hard; circling my tongue around her bud as I suck. Instantly she bucked hard and grip her ass pulling her into me. She grabs two hands full of my hair and grinds hard on my face. “Ooooooo fuck I’m cumming” Moaning into her I lick up every last drop of her cum.
By the time I had my fill with Trish’s pussy the water had turned cold in the shower. I brought her to multiple orgasms and I didn’t let her return the favor. Turning off the shower I grab towels for the both of us from the warming rack. I wrapped mine around first then wrapped hers around her. I lead her to her bed and grabbed the almond oil that she keeps in a small crock pot on the bathroom counter. She lies down on the bed and I proceed to give her a long massage. The massage for more of my benefit then her; as my hands roamed all over her body I was secretly learning every inch of her. Memorizing every scar, stretch mark and moles of her body.
After her massage we get under the covers and just lay there. I can see that something is on her mind.
“Audrey, let me return the favor. I want to at least give you a massage for coming to my rescue.”
“Trish I am fine. We have lots of time in the near future. Today you needed someone to take care of you.” She smiles and then yawns while turning her back to me. She mumbles “Ok Auds, thank you.” Pulling her closer I wrap my arms around her as she drifts off to sleep. I know I did not get a chance to be please by her but seeing her completely stress free for the moment was good enough for me.
Looking over I can see that Trish is fast asleep now. Kissing her on her shoulder I snuggle in closer and start to drift off myself. All of a sudden I hear a thumping noise coming from down the hall. Slowly I slide from under her to sit up listen harder. (Thump, thump) Shocked I lean over to tap Trish on the shoulder and tell her I heard a noise coming from down the hall. She mumbles “Oh that’s Chris; I left his ass tied and gagged to the bed.” She smiles and rolls back over to sleep.
TBC……….
Damn!!!! Where is the continuation! I wanna know what happened next!
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sending “I hope you get that job” vibes to the people out here tryna get jobs
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You know, when i made this video i was being silly, admittedly, but the tears. The tears were certainly not intentional. They came from a much deeper place. Looking back to the parts of my childhood I don’t discuss often, i was raised in a household with an abusive father. A mother who just wanted to do her best. People on the outside looking in, don’t understand the specific struggles of a Southern Black Christian woman. The cultural ideas forced in their head from birth that make themFeel that their worth is determined more by the man they are with than the merit of her own actions. You hear it from your mother, father, preacher, husband, and then if the cycle hits in full effect, you’ll hear it from yourself passing it down to your children. I don’t know what it’s like to be a hurt black woman, but i know what its like to be raised by one. And i swear, even if those ideas are deeply ingrained into her mentality, you hurt her deep enough and survival kicks in quicker than anything else. Make her a mother and triple that. Those tears came from the child who watched that transition firsthand. A southern christian black woman who risked what she thought defined her to protect herself and her children. Who finally said “enough.” Had no idea what her next actions would be, but she knew it couldn’t go on like things were.
That boy saw that same fire in Beyonce. Watching her swing a bat around, realizing SHE defines her. And SHE is needed by HIM not the reciprocal. My mom got beat for anything, most times it was something she intentionally did to get my father to stop beating me. Finally, She put her foot down, grabbed me, and said “james, lets go.” So there we were, in my grandparents’ condo. Nothing but ramen noodles and each other. She cried, not thinking about “US” and “OUR” situation, but MINE. She risked it all to set us free and make sure no matter how I turned out, it wouldn’t be like him. My dad was certainly not “married to the average bxtch, boy!” Cus thats when she was able to realize SHE was the breadwinner, she was paying all the bills, HIS car note. Everything this nigga was tryna stunt on was hers. He had a rude awakening when that stopped. Beyonce saying “me and my baby gon be alright” shook my soul, because that’s what my mom would say on the phone with my dad begging for her to come back. She had to realized she was invincible, but he had to acknowledge it. My mom didn’t run around the city swinging a bat or any huge display of pain and anger, but in her own right, she “effed up his shxt.”
Just like Beyonce chose to forgive Jay in the end, my mom eventually forgave my father. But one thing people tend to gloss over when a black woman gives a man a second chance. That second chance is on her terms. After being hurt and realizing she runs things, SHE calls the shots. My father had to start paying for his weight, not be a third child. He had to go to anger management class, and counseling. Many steps and ground rules laid down by my mom. In many ways, he had to show her his scars so she wouldn’t walk away for gold. You see, to some women, they are fine with a traditional household where the man is in charge, and some women aren’t. Women are allowed to want whatever they choose. In my mom’s case she didn’t mind having her husband be the leader, but she wasn’t going to let that happen and be getting misused and abused at the same time. She was not going to settle for anything less than what she knew she was. A strong, powerful, black woman who wasn’t going to take any mess when it came to her and her kids. Beyonce took a stance not just against her husband cheating and mistreating her, but she took a public stance against one of the most celebrated men in his lane, ever. Now, granted, she’s one of the most celebrated women in her lane, ever, but there was still huge a shift in the power dynamics to be had.
Liberation for a woman, specifically, a Southern Black Christian woman means to take a stance against what shes known all her life, what she believes her path to salvation is, and what she was taught determines her value. That can range from simply saying “no more” to your husband in an argument, or making an hour long music video that will inspire many others facing similar struggles to find a way out, by humiliating the one person who caused her pain. This works in every relationship, whether it be men in general, your husband, or even your father. I’m not the target demographic of Beyonce’s message, but in a way, i am.
It’d be easy for me to watch it and say “well this isn’t for me, hope the ladies like it tho.” But the hardest thing to do is to look at what she went through. Look at what my mom went through. Look at what our sistas are going through. To look at that and realize. What they are all going through, is us. Black men. We can either hear our women’s cries for freedom and equality, or ignore it and act like it’s not us. But it’s not the white man going online calling dark skin women roaches. It’s not the white man saying “dang she do it better than these black hxes” when a white girl appropriates our culture. We can either look into ourselves and work on making it safer for our sistas. Or ignore them. But i warn you, brother. They will get what they want. What they deserve. Either we work within our lane, correcting ourselves, hearing our women or wait until they stop asking. Cus eventually they will stop asking.. And they will get what’s theirs. And the one enemy you do not want, is a hurt black woman. Not simply out of fear of what they are capable of, but out of love. They never stop fighting for us. When will we stop fighting them?
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After I ate a turkey leg and got lipstick all on the bottom half of my face. I suck at posing for pictures but I had sooooo much fun.
