cnc somno fantasy, where my kidnapper/stalker has been visiting me regularly to jerk off while I sleep. at a certain point they start using my hand to stroke themselves, entranced by my soft little hands. a while more and they notice I don’t wear much to bed, so once they’ve cum they use it as lube to finger me. they wonder how I manage to stay sleeping, but they start to make a habit of it. eventually they give in to their urges and start gently using my hole— first just as a place to cum after they’ve jerked off, but eventually it’s just too tempting and they press themselves fully inside— careful not to move too much to keep me asleep
over time they become more needy, and actually start drugging me so they can use me more freely. once they’re accustomed to using my hole— and they’re sure their more spirited thrusts don’t wake me— they start eying my mouth and ass as possible conquests. again starting gentle and slow as if they have some doubt about their lack of restraint. rubbing their cock head over my lips becomes popping in and out of my mouth becomes maneuvering me to the edge of the bed, head hanging slightly, so they can sheathe themselves fully in my throat and stroke the bulge with their cupped hand
just… slowly transgressing every boundary they ever told themselves they would never cross, until they are using me completely and freely like a sex doll
chantal: ❛there’s some things i don’t want to give life to. like what’s the point? so they can say they giving us life? that they’re the reason for something happening. baby i had, have and will always have motion. why’d you leave the city again?❜ she said chuckling before she looked around. ❛waiiit, see bleep that out or something because that’s already giving too much to a dead body.❜
yasmin: she snickered at chantal’s reaction. ❛girl, this part’s not going in, you’re safe.. ish. ‘cause now that i think about it, that line was tea…❜ she pondered before clearing her voice. ❛but girl, i wasn’t gonna say names. or speak about that b—. anyways. we get paid for promo, now. nothing’s free. but we will be clearing up allegations. ‘cause.. yeah. y’all ready to get into some things? the streets been talking, ladies. it’s time to respond. no tapping out, either.❜ she hinted, rubbing her lips together, giving tiara a look.
tiara: she adjusted the g-shock on her wrist holding it up she smiled, showing it to the puppy. ❛let’s get into some things, i’m ready. wait, why are you giving me a look?!❜
a loud BLEEP is heard before the recording cuts to the start of the podcast.
chantal: “the girls are fightingggg. they both acting like they didn’t pop out. i’m just saying.” chantal grabbed her mic and whispered into it before she smirked. “what we getting into first? i’m honestly ready at this point. i think i’m the one with the least tea. ms activated one and two.” she said pointing at yas and tiara. “if y’all aren’t following our socials you might want to. the girls be getting active.”
yasmin: “that is hella crazy though, last time we were all together, one was talking marriage, one was hiding a man, and one was single. them tablesss!” she chuckled as she pointed out. she raised a brow at chantal’s words, looking up at the camera and shaking her head. “y’all, please! my account was hacked. whatever you seen on your news feed was literally ai and bots and photoshop.” she clarified, swiftly dismissing before taking a breath. “hey guys! welcome back to the number one podcasts for sexy girls that like to run their mouths. if you’re tuning in, i’m assuming you fit the bill. i’m yasmin ali, president of the sexy bitches, and your host. i’m so glad to welcome back thee sexiest co-hosts aliveeee!” she dragged out, clapping her hands together. “so! it’s so much to get into. today, we’ll be talking about— girlhood! and the not so pretty side of it. i know we’re all for women empowerment, and positivity but we all know that real girlhood comes with facing those other sides— the mess, the drama, the flings, the exes, the fallouts. so for today’s episode, i’d say we’re just keeping it real. as the realest bitch does.” she prefaced, turning her attention to the girls. “mini ice breaker before we get into the gist— what would you say is your biggest messy habit? something you tend to do in the heat of things or when you notice smoke?”
tiara: “man, i’m not giving yall too much on that.” rolling her eyes, she pulled the puppy up to her chest, rubbing his ears as she smiled. “are you the one with the least tea? cause why we on a block list?” she asked, raising her brows. she shook her head before throwing her hand up. “anyways..” laughing softly, she turned to the camera, adjusting her mic as they started rolling. “hi guys! i’m so happy to be back, i feel like we had a long long break. i know yall missed me after the last episode like, where was fine ti?” she asked, shaking her head. “don’t worry, i’m always here with my nephew and my other nephew is being held hostage, but!” she chuckled. “i’m ready to get into today’s episode and see some thoughts on how we handle certain situations.” she started. tiara shrugged her shoulders at the question. “honestly! i don’t think i really have a messy habit besides commenting on things, which i think is common. you know? if it has something to do with somebody i know i’ll make a comment cause it’s like damn, what happened?” she asked, laughing. “but, in the heat of the moment i really tend to go on a rampage about stuff. cause no shade, i don’t say much like ever. but i really gotta ask people who are they talking to? can’t be me.”
chantal: “oh? oh.” chantal laughed and pressed her lips together after tiara’s question. “see, we not talking about that…that’s not tea.” she said rolling her eyes playfully before turning to the camera as yasmin started the podcast. smiling and finger waving, she went to speak. “heyyy y’all. we’re back we’re back we’re back.” she said before she listened to the question presented from yasmin. thinking on it, she shrugged. “i don’t really have messy habits besides..yeah. making side comments and laughing when someone is into it. contrary to yasmin’s beliefs i’m not really a messy person. i don’t get really messy because i tend to take everything to hell. like to hell, so i stay in my corner and laugh a little because once someone comes for me or thinks they can..? i take it there.” she admitted with a shrug of her shoulders. “i don’t know though, like compared to some real messy shit i’ve seen i honestly think on a scale from 1-10? i’m like a 3 for real….”
yasmin: once tiara referenced it, yasmin’s eyes lit up. “naaaah, we keeping that in for sure! little miss no tea but somehow we’re blocked by association is crazy. we still keeping it cute orrrr?” she pretended to think about it, twisting her lips to the side. she waited for the girls to introduce themselves as well as answer the prompted question. “whaaat? c’mon, these answers is lame, forreal ’cause tiara don’t even be commenting on nothing. for you, i’d say, you know how to get people’s tea. and chantal, you know you’re messy. you the one who complies the files on people, she really is the messiest one, i swear.” she called them out before turning to answer. “mine is that i’m the queen of strays. if we’re into it? i’ma walk you and the whole friend group down, and i’m doing it by myself, i don’t mind.” she chuckled. “just ’cause i wanna make the line clear. i could be cordial, but in the heat of the moment, anybody could get it. sorryyyy.” she shrugged carelessly. “but i wanna focus on some points that were just made. i feel like because we really try to keep it cute, ignore certain things and don’t say as much off rip so people feel like they could try us or that we’re easy targets. like with chantal, it takes her a minute to pop like toooo long, but when she does, she takes it to hell, like genuinely. with tiara, it might not take as long, but she’s gonna come. cute, but then lethal one-liners when it’s time. and my fuse is the shortest, but i’m coming crazy from the jump. which is why we do ignore a lot of things, at first. but don’t make it seem like we’re bullies when that rico charge finally catches up to your ass.”
tiara: “no, it actually is tea. but i don’t care, i actually block back.” she said while shrugging her shoulders as she listened, she laughed. “nah, i believe it. chantal always like she's not messy but it's the ones who swear they aren't messy are the messiest ones.” tiara said nodding her head. “nah, that's actually true. i really don't say anything cause what is it worth?” she asked, raising her brows. once the pizza arrived, she sat the puppy down beside her. “nah, i feel that but i don't do strays like i can't just shade unprovoked, someone has to do something to me.” she said while laughing. “i'm really cordial with everyone, like if i'm beefing with your friend i probably won't even care if you're in it but somehow, people beef with one of us?!” she said pointing between them. “it's always fuck us all, like damn! how we get in it?” tiara rolled her eyes. “chantal is too nice, i be wanting her to rock anybody head off their shoulders. so bad!! i hate when yas go on coke rants, i honestly try and save yall. i tell her, nah just chill don't say anything. but sometimes my home girl gets provoked. one sec.” laughing, she stood up leaving the scene. she came back with the pizza as the engineers gave the girls their order, she sat it down beside them. “we have our food here and we feel good, we're back live.” she opened the box taking a slice of pizza out. “oh! of course not. i've never been a bully, like it never gave that, i don't even dislike anyone honestly. i feel like a lot of people think because you aren't cool or because you don't want to talk to them that it's beef. it's never been beef, but i'm always gonna match energy, so if you trying to do a thing to me? ima do one right back.”
chantal: “man. why we talking about that? y’all know why y’all blocked. i know why y’all blocked. i got blocked too, but then unblocked.” she said rolling her eyes as she waved off the topic before she smacked her lips. “stop saying i’m messy, cause i’m really not. i sit and observe but how many times do i actually use what i know? think about it and let me know.” she said, pressing her index finger to her temple, tapping it in a thinking motion. she chuckled and watched as tiara disappeared and came back. “yasmin swear everybody and they mama be in on it. that’s the problem. me too though, that’s why i don’t do no coke rant. cause now? i’m tagging the person who told you let’s be friends once, even if y’all never talked again.” she shrugged her shoulders, opening up the food as it was placed. “i don’t think i’m too nice. i just know what i’m capable of and i hate letting someone get me there. too nice was when i was just making friends with everybody, trying to be nice to everybody whole time they was hating me behind a…yeah. y’all know.” she said shaking her head at the thought. “it be too much for me to actually care.”
yasmin: “see, i don’t know why i’m blocked but again, don’t mind. was blocked, then unblocked but guys, once you cross that line— you cannot come back. not on this side.” she made sure to point out, wagging her finger at the camera. “she swear she’s not, but remember, i speak real. i would know messy when i see it! just saying.” she explained, teasing her a bit as she threw her hand up then immediately piped up after tiara spoke. “i can. and i’m so glad they be getting all of us when they come for one of us. like y’all be too pressed to be cordial. if a girl don’t like me, guess who she talking about me to? her homegirls, and they probably gassed her and agreed with her too. same thing that be going on over here, so why would i care to be cool?” she reasoned, before shaking her head, turning to chantal once tiara left then chuckled. “exactly, and as you should, ’cause they do! people are not slick or low.” she agreed, smacked her lips at the thought. “honestly chantal, you just give out too much grace but i sometimes get it, ’cause y’all… her crashout? now that’s scary. ’cause it’s like a pretty girl turns into lil’ devil with a scary laugh. and it don’t turn off once you take her there.” she commented in between before listening further. “it’s okay, honey. it happens to the best of them. i’m team let the demon out but hey.” she looked at the camera, with a shrug, reaching over to take a slice from the box.
tiara: “i don't know why i'm blocked. i never even talked— ima vibe. anyways, i bet you are unblocked.” she said, squinting her eyes. she bit into her slice of pizza, licking her lips as she chuckled. “the people who observe are honestly the messiest ones!” she said laughing. “nah, i be tagging anyone. loud and wrong, but ima make sure that everybody know it's always gonna come from my page, my mouth. no anon needed, nobody even put fear in my heart or got any thing for me to be afraid of.” she pointed out, buying into her pizza again. “i mean i think the cordial part is, if i don't like your home girl i'm not beefing with you too. but i see how it could be both ways, cause whole time i'm not tryna beef with you and you put the battery in your friends back.” she said, rolling her eyes. “i think she should let the demon out too, cause if not people will continue to play with you. once you show them one time, they really know better and won't do it anymore. that's the whole thing about it.”
chantal: “okayyyy, moving on!! i’m not feeding energy into that.” she said, making another effort to end the conversation about the trio being blocked. she then nodded in agreement. “i get that. especially when it’s blatantly obvious your home girl don’t like me, you know she don’t like me but somehow you think we can still be cool..? hm. now you got me thinking.” she said thinking about it, taking a piece of the garlic knots she got, she bit into one and chewed. “okay, next time somebody try me..i’ll let her out of her little cage. but i want all the viewers…y’all and whoever wanna try it to remember this moment.” she said, pressing her finger into the table in front of her. “cause i really hate giving that energy. i do not do it anymore.” she said shrugging. “what’s something y’all are gonna stop giving energy to? cause actually! i have a list.”
yasmin: “girl, yes you have. you remember when—.” her words were cut off as well by both the girls, grimacing playfully before letting out a chuckle, then taking a bite out of her pizza. she then chuckled heartily at tiara. “girllll, tiara went and tagged the wrong girl, like i’m not gonna lie— now that might’ve been bullying. ’cause…” she shook her head as she thought about it. “exactly. unless she a lone wolf, them girls in her corner egging her on to play with you. but you worried about being cordial. no thank you, i’ll smack everyone first. then y’all could discuss amongst y’allselves and pass it to who it belongs to.” she took another bite from her pizza, covering her mouth and speaking up right after chantal. “chantal, you getting real warm, babe. you’re almost there. think about it. also— chantal and tiara are not y’all friends!” she double down, batting her lashes. her eyes lit up at chantal’s statement. “thank youuuuu! let me go tickle the opps, get up. i need her out the cage tonight!” she joked, chuckling as she took another bite. “for me, i feel like i already don’t give a lot of things energy. everything i gave energy brought me to that point, and deserved it so. i’ll continue being cute and sexy with a side of spice.” she winked at the camera.
tiara: “nah, now i see it a little bit. but it's like i would hope if we're cool you wouldn't let anybody talk shit, but who knows?” she asked, shrugging her shoulders as she cut her eyes over at yas. “anyways, chile. we gonna see. i feel like being calm doesn't work it just takes one time, but also the way life been lately. i can't even give everyone the attention.” she admitted, shrugging. “i'm going to stop giving my energy to things that don't matter, it's so much that literally doesn't matter. like who cares what people are saying? i only react when i think people are playing on my top.” she said while looking towards the camera, she laughed. “what are some tips to that though? like being confrontational vs not confrontational, how do you know when it deserves it? how many strikes?”
chantal: “nooo way y’all tryna out me as messiest cause i don’t do coke and go on x tagging everybody who even breathed funny.” she said laughing at the thought. “i can see where yas coming from. she’s making sense…the world might be ending y’all.” she said playfully as she ate another piece. “i only have like three friends…maybe four…mind you..y’all two of them. i don’t talk to anyone anymore. so that psa didn’t go out to anyone on my end. i can promise you that. i don’t know if ti still has her friends.” she said with a soft smirk. “being calm works when you really realize how people are beneath you. like that’s what keeps me so level headed.” she nodded before thinking about it. “tips? i don’t know if i necessarily have any tips. like for me it’s a boldness meter i guess? i don’t argue with anybody who can’t show they face. or someone who can’t be direct. i think that’s why y’all think i’m so nice. the person already scary..what i look like getting all riled up for when i know they obviously aren’t about anything. cause one thing about. somebody can tweet ‘girls from houston who think they can bake ain’t shit.’ but guess what? as soon as i reply and address it, what they gonna say? it was a general statement. that’s lil miss scary, or mister scary favorite line.”
yasmin: “hey! what’s wrong with a lil’ coke?” she playfully scrunched up her nose, then smacked her lips. “i always make sense! sooner or later but always!” yasmin casually flipped her hair over her shoulders, finishing up the slice in her hand. she chuckled at chantal’s responses. “tiara gone learn, don’t worry. and i’ma have the nastiest i told you so locked and loaded. but i love the changed woman you are, chantal. ’cause you know you good for befriending anybody, honey.” she hinted, giving the camera a look. “becauseee, the fact that you even have the balls to shade me, purposely? now if it’s indirect, that’s where you give grace. ’cause maybe they don’t know. but how i know when to go off is when i feel like you really think i’m pussy. i’d argue with a dog if it thought i was pussy. i’m sorry. if people genuinely knew the reaction they were gonna get from me before playing with me, they would not do it in the first place. and i hate that. why do i have to get out of body for you to understand that i’m not the one to try?” she explained. “it goes back to what tiara said as well, ’cause a lot of people in this city feel like if you guys stop talking, it’s beef. and then they move like it’s beef. so you start to extend grace ’cause it’s like, you’re moving like it’s beef and it’s not, but go off. have your lil’ moment. until they keep poking and provoking ’cause they think you not gone do anything.” she reasoned before shifting her attention to tiara. “speaking of, i do feel like tiara’s being a lil’ poked right now. knowing you, you dusting it off but let’s hear it from your mouth. what do you have to say about the whole situation that shall not be named?.. but if you act confused, i’ma scream it, so.”
a loud BLEEP is heard before the recording cuts to a different scene with just yasmin.
yasmin: seated on the couch, yasmin smiled at the camera before reciting her line. “yapstars is sponsored by g-shock, because time flies while we’re talking. duh!” she shrugged, carelessly.the camera cuts to another take, and she pauses before trying again. “yapstars is now sponsored by g-shock. because time flies when the girls get to chatting. never miss a second.” she said, with a dramatic hair flip, posing and then looking off camera. “how was that—?” the camera cuts to another take of yasmin, lightly laughing before saying her line. “yapstars is sponsored by g-shock! because girl talk runs non-stop. and now your watch can, too!” her tone was sarcastic, and she held up the brown g-shock on her wrist, lightly kissing it.
a loud BLEEP is heard before the recording cuts to back to the podcast.
tiara: “man a tag never hurt anybody, that's all ima say.” she said throwing her hands up. “no, the world is literally coming to an end. i believe she's the only person who comes up with scenarios in her head and tries to convince everyone.” she said while laughing softly. “let's emphasis on the anymore. i always felt like both of you were overly friendly, we've touched on the subject a little bit but i'll just let yall rock. i'm not really the girl who chats with just anybody so if i do, i really treasure my friends. keep it close to me,” she admitted, shrugging her shoulder as she shook her head. “i mean, i agree. you gotta know your place and what you're capable of for sure.” she said while crossing her legs. “wait, i will say some things really do be general.” she said throwing her hands up while looking at the camera. “cause sometimes you really don't know what anybody has going on.” tiara laughed. “imagine saying ima have the nastiest i told you when you've been in the situation.” she said squinting her eyes. “i honestly don't feel like i'm being poked right now. i think there was a time last month where it seemed like people had misinformation. cause it's not even tea. shit is piss with ice.” she said looking between them. “im honestly one of the realest women out here, no shade. if i was bothered by anything it would've been addressed. like i said earlier, just because someone doesn't wanna kick it with you anymore, that does not equal bad blood. the narratives are lame, the stories are even lamer. i think if anyone has any questions they can literally come to me and hear the real spill. no shade.” she said while looking at the girls, she chuckled. “what about yall? do yall feel poked at or think a poking is coming?”
chantal: “noooo, honestly i think it’s giving too scared to lose a friend.” she commented after the i told you so was brought up, shrugging her shoulders as she stopped to think. “i wasn’t befriending anybody. a lot of them couldn’t tell you what i did for my birthday. it was more so, i was giving chances and it was veryyy weird. i just stepped away from the weird energy.” she shrugged her shoulders, then playfully rolled her eyes. “no, you know what i mean ti. it’s copping a plea. like every time i post it’s a comment, something goes on in my life it’s a post but if i was to address it all of a sudden it’s general? we’ve seen it happen before. not even with just me, everybody.” she explained, adjusting the g-shock on her wrist, tapping the watch face. “clock it.” she said before laughing. “i wasn’t tryna poke. i know exactly what you’re talking about but nah. that situation is a little weird, but i don’t think that’s even a thing.. ti, what do you do for something like that? did you distance yourself?” she questioned, turning to tiara before she ate another piece of her food. covering her mouth, she shook her head. “no, not at all. well actually. y’all keep tryna poke the bear inside of me and she tryna hibernate but that’s about it.”
yasmin: “meee? i be making stuff up?” her jaw dropped in playful disbelief at tiara’s words before she shook her head, then waved her off. “i’ve never been overly friendly, i’ve been cool.” she clarified before speaking up right after chantal. “exactly, real afraid to lose a friend. but she gon’ learn. if we look at my track record.. yasmin clocks everything early.” she pointed out. “but we all pointing the finger at each other like i’m not friendly, you friendly— like damn, so who’s actually the friendly one?” she chuckled. “both of y’all make points, ‘cause some things do be in general but you know when something’s for you. no matter how broad a girl tries to make it. we have seen it happen before.” she alluded, shaking her head as she reached for her diet coke to sip on. “y’all, tiara swears she clocked some shit before me! whole time we clocked it the same time. i can’t with this girl.” she sighed, then snickered at chantal, listening in on both of their responses, nodding slowly. “hmm. that’s a real issue in this city. because you keep it cute, people get to run with a narrative about you or a situation you were in. we say lame a lot but y’all don’t understand how lame shit really be. especially as a man, but that’s not my situation to speak on.” yasmin crossed her legs, sipping her drink. “after the last rico i handed out, i think i wont be poked for a good minute. before we get to the bear hibernating on that couch, i just wanna address one more thingy-thing.” she giggled before speaking frankly. “i think we all saw that insta-post, girly. you finally finished hiding that man or what?”
tiara: “giving chances? crazy. we don't need allat.” she said while shaking her head, leaning back in her chair as she looked at them and laughed. “nah, you're right cause honestly everyone not as bold. they don't wanna be in drama or cause drama, but honestly stop bothering people that's the easiest and quickest way to shut it down. it's a lot of people who think they can get away with slick comments, you know?” she asked while looking at them. “like in a situation like that? yeah, i'll distance myself but it's also like everything doesn't need a conversation or closure, you know? i honestly don't even wanna have the closure conversation, i just wanna move on, then you move on and everyone is moved on and happy. because keeping that space open for a conversation, it's just not worth it. i don't believe in doing that but everybody's different.” she explained. “but i mean i don't really care how i'm perceived unless someone is out there telling lies about me, who cares? i don't think i'm that important for people to whisper bout me. that's why i'm thrown. i really just do me.” she said shrugging her shoulders before she looked at yas and rolled her eyes. “did i not post a insta post last year too? i was never hiding a man. i'm too grown for that. i just think we both are on the same page with being private with certain things. and it's not even on purpose it just comes naturally.”
chantal: “why giving chances, crazy? giving chances just means i was giving chances for people to know me.” she shrugged and sat back, grabbing a water next to her and taking a few sips, nodding in agreement as both of the ladies spoke. “i admitted i was friendly, i used to talk to a lot of people. i just never made friends out of them.” her lips twisted and she shrugged, her brow raising as she looked at yasmin. “no i definitely see the lame, the corny all of it.” she said laughing before wiggling both brows. “oooo yeah we wanna know.” she said into the mic before listening to tiara. smacking her lips at her response, she shook her head. “no, cause we finally got an outright name. before it was a cute no face no case. being private is cute, it’s just…why you private when it comes to us?”
yasmin: “exactly. stop bothering people! even when you have a slick comment, if you cannot back it up— don’t make it. keep it in the groupchat. i’m begging y’all, at this point.” she agreed, taking another sip from her drink. she listened to tiara answer chantal’s question, nodding her head. “it doesn’t. but you can kinda tell based off the way both parties handle things, like who really cared more or who’s heart was really in it. but i do hope everyone is happy and finds peace. but move on, especially because it be lil slick st—.” she cut herself off, throwing a hand up, deciding to leave it alone. she eased back into her chair, listening to tiara’s answer. “you did.. but! you was def hiding him this second go ‘round. i’ll be like tiara, where you at? she like ‘out the city.’ with who? ‘a friend.’ girlllll, just say you back with that man!” she sighed, chuckling. “right, chantal like i get being private but damn.” she blew raspberries. “i do wanna pivot real quick, since we are on relationships.” clearing her throat, she turned to face chantal. “can you just confirm your relationship status for our listeners, real quick? i don’t know if you announced it publicly yet, yourself, or if you were drowned out by the twenty songs.”
tiara: “i mean, i guess.” she said shrugging her shoulders, smiling softly. “i guess, i'll accept that.” tiara pressed her lips together. “if this is hot seat, i'm the only one that's been in the seat?” she asked looking at them. “i'm not private when it comes to yall. it's just everyone. i don't want anybody in my business. the same way yas was yelling she's single on twitter and on the pod, or you just being ducked off with your man. i mean, i was doing me the best way possible.” she said while looking at chantal, shrugging. “first off, cause why yall asking where i'm at? yall wanna know if i'm wearing panties or not?” she asked before laughing softly. “i literally wasn't hiding anything. y'all know better than that. it wasn't a secret since yall knew so much, it was called minding my business.” she leaned forward looking at chantal, raising her eyebrow. “yeah, what's good bout that? i mean, might as well take this time to say whatever.”
chantal: “keep it in the group chat…says the ones who want our group chat leaked.” she rubbed her temples blowing a soft raspberry as she listened to yasmin. laughing as she cut herself off she watched the two of them interact before nodding her head. “yes actually! if that means you’ll let me know where you are? yes! what kinda panties you got on?” she said with a laugh, her laugh got caught short when she heard yasmin’s start of a segway into her next question. sighing she rolled her eyes. holding onto the desk as she swung her chair back and forth. “man, why do i have to confirm when…” she stopped and laughed softly. “i am single. single, single. no longer in a relationship, single.” she said as she slapped her hands together as if she was dusting them off. “as if that wasn’t already confirmed on the timeline. apparently, i’ma throw away or whatever. so yeah. chantal is single. word to future.”
yasmin: “and do. and just might leak it myself one of these days. hope y’all ready to stand on business.” she said, casually, setting the coke down. “this is not hot seat, my hot seat is flaming, honey. i would’ve said names, and been a lot more.. messier. but if y’all want a hot seat from us— let us know!” she said to the camera. “that’s different. i was actually single, and not hiding a man in another country. but i respect it. i just ain’t like having to pull it outta you.” she shook her head, then smacked her lips, waving her off. “girl, you know good and well you was not wearing any panties.” she gave the camera a look, snickering lowly. yasmin waited patiently for chantal to answer, grinning once it was revealed and she was finished. “now that it’s confirmed..” she slowly clapped, pretending to wipe her fake tears of joy. “y’all don’t know what this means to me.” she said, followed by a chuckle. “i’m so happy for you! and last time i checked you did the throwing away— oop. anyways.” she batted her lashes. “i won’t say all the things that i want to, or speak on that relationship because i live in my lane. but i do wanna ask, how do you feel about the way things were handled towards the end? any final thoughts on the relationship before the topic officially gets laid to rest? aaaand, are you open to/dating right now?” she asked, giving her the floor.
tiara: "i mean, that's different when real spill is being talked about. cool. but my business? nah wrap it up." she laughed pointing at them. "of course you wanna know bout my panties! please," cutting her eyes at yas she waved her off. "i was never hiding a man. it was just my business, maybe if you asked nicely i would've said. but, it never gave hide, secret, none of that. just private, that's how we like it. you see what they've done to the others." she said rolling her eyes, sitting forward some she picked the puppy up holding him again as chantal spoke. "i have no comment on it. i think everyone do what's best for them, you know?" she asked bouncing her leg. pressing her lips together she raised her brows. "yeah, are you open to dating? i know getting out of relationships it's kinda hard and you do dwell on the past a little bit."
chantal “the real me? out in the open..i don’t know. i’m good on standing on business. that doesn’t matter.” she said laughing. looking at the camera she shook her head mouthing the word ‘no’ repeatedly at the idea of an actual hot seat. “but i’m the messy one?! names?!” she said before she looked between the both of them. “the real tea is, yasmin wasn’t hiding a man she was hiding from him. ti wasn’t hiding a man she just wanted to act like we’re dumb and didn’t know she was seeing someone. all in all? they need to just be honest when it comes to us at least? like they can play for the internet but not when it comes to us.” she shrugged her shoulders and chuckled at yasmin’s antics. rolling her eyes she shook her head. “mind you…never mind.” she said clearing her throat. she chewed on her bottom lip twisting her mouth yet again as she thought. “it’s hot in here or it’s just me?” she asked as she avoided the next set of questions. “uhh, i didn’t really process that. i was and still am going through my own things. so like the way it was handled didn’t really make any of that any better…it was hard? and annoying to say the least?” her words were slow as she thought while she was speaking. “i mean like i was blocked. i told y’all that, but i was told the internet found out officially before i even had a chance to blink. i was confused how you even guessed when i didn’t tell you yet.” she said referring to yasmin as she shook her head “like it kinda just annoyed me even more, cause the- it-“ she paused to chuckle as she thought about it. “everything not for the internet bro.” she said chuckling even more as she took a breath. the thoughts rushing as she talked about it “even from when it started on my end. the thoughts i had… like, social media doesn’t have to get every update. it gives performative, cause who are you doing it for? if there’s two people in a relationship…why.” she shook her head and reached over to drink water “listen. there’s a lot to say about that..we not gonna do all of that, i just don’t like how it was handled but whatever. that’s my final thoughts. uhhh, open to dating? i mean. yeah? i’m definitely taking my time to process the breakup and the situation itself. getting myself ready for when i do take that step. but yeah, i’m healing getting over it and moving on .”
yasmin: “i never said i wasn’t messy! just that i wasn’t alone.” clasping her hands together over her crossed legs, she shrugged. “maybe if you would’ve asked nicely..” she mocked tiara’s voice as she repeated the words before looking at the camera. “i see, girl. i think we’ve all witnessed the relationship scrutiny that goes on in this city so as you should.” she agreed, before her eyes widened at chantal’s claims. “i wasn’t hiding—. can we move on?! please! it’s always about a man with y’all, i’m sick of it.” playfully fed up, she dusted her hands as if she was done with the situation. she chuckled at chantal’s reaction. “it’s warm. lukewarm, so answer it before it heats up please.” she ushered, listening to her reply entirely, giving her the floor to answer. “very performative. and y’all know, if there’s one thing i hate…” she alluded, but didn’t finish her statement, shaking her head instead. “honestly, all tiara had to do was post thank the lord, and gospel music and i could sense what warranted that type of praise and worship. it’s unfortunate that your relationship, from beginning to end, was a social media update. but i think it was something you had to experience and learn so that, so you know what’s not for you going forward. guys, please drop some love and kind words for my wifey down below, as she processes this and heals from it. and glows, ‘cause look at her.” she smiled, her shoulders raising. “anything else you guys think we need to address before we lay this segment of our lives to rest?”
tiara: "i mean being good at standing on business is so real. people think my standing is a joke until they're on the other side, like yes this is what i actually do." she said while laughing softly, waving off yasmin she rolled her eyes. "i mean, let's go with that cause yall knew, and that's all yall needed." she said while laughing she lifted the puppy up showing him to the camera. "your mama getting hot." listening she nodded her head, she agreed with her points. "nah, i agree once it goes on social media it's done. i feel like that's bringing everyone in." she mumbled. she snapped to look at yas. "first off, that was a double entendre, cause i was talking bout something else but it also applied in that moment can't even lie." she admitted. "i don't have anything to address. i'm just going to continue to be me, out the way and minding my business. i think that's been foreign lately, just because we don't wanna kick it with you, it's no static, but if you want it to be. just let me and my homegirls know." she said chuckling. "people gonna perceive a situation how they want to but i just wanna clear up any bully allegations, whatever has been said, trust it's been building up in the back."
chantal: chantal laughed at tiara’s words to her pup. shaking her head she twisted her lips as she thought, chuckling she raised her brow. “tiara didn’t know either. well, i told her after so i don’t know. man..” she said laughing before she shook her head. “i have nothing else to really say. besides i’m the nicest one on this podcast and y’all need to leave me alone.” she said wagging her finger towards the camera. she went to grab up her pup, showing him off to the camera. “cause he don’t wanna see his momma crash out. but i think that’s it. thanks!” she said laughed before she rolled her eyes at the mention of bully allegations. “cyber bullying isn’t real. ima keep saying that. if you feel bullied? get off the net.”
yasmin: "when you really value and respect yourself, standing on business is second nature." she added on after tiara, clicking her teeth. she chuckled along, after tiara held the dog up. "i think scotti wanna be the fourth host, whole time. i think he likes the mess." she commented on chantal scooped up the pup. she subtly rolled her eyes at their final sentiments. "can y'all please.. like this don't help the bully allegations, whatsoever." she rubbed her temple, chuckling. "if you took anything away from this episode, i hope it's-- stop playing the victim when you know you out there doing things to people. do it for the vine ass boys should be and are red flags. distance and silence does not mean it's beef. and tell your friends about that man!" she listed with her fingers, then clasped her hands together. "with that being said, i'm yasmin ali and thank you for listening!"
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She shoves you down, knocking you to the floor with one push.
Your head is barely cushioned by the rug that probably hasn’t been cleaned since the day she moved into this rickety old apartment.
Still, you hit the floor a little too hard, and an ache blossoms at the back of your skull. “Ow, Nesta. That hurt.”
“Shut up,” she growls, thunderclouds brewing in her grey eyes as she steps over you, one foot either side your head. “You want my cunt? Beg for it. Swear your mouth is for me and me alone.” Arousal aches between your thighs.
“It’s for you…” you flush, shifting on the floor, peering up the strength of her bare thighs, the weight of her hips, the heavy curve of her breasts. “I swear, Nesta. I only… it’s only for you. So please…”
She lifts a brow, bored. “Pathetic. Do better.”
You peer up at her, desperate.
Fingers tremble, lifting from the messy rug to coast up the backs of her calves. “Please, Nesta. You’re a delicacy. You deserve the pleasure I can bring you-”
“Sounds like you’re eager to kiss your own ass, slut,” Nesta hisses, knocking into your cheek with her ankle. “I’m the one in control here. I have power over you. You are nothing to me.”
“Yes, Nesta.”
Her foot presses to your sternum, making it difficult to breathe as she tilts her weight onto you. “What was that?”
You flush, pulse spiking. “Ma’am,” you hurry out, “yes, ma’am.”
Her upper lip twitches in a brief snarl, but she removes her weight from your chest. “This is what I get for being more lenient with you. For not cracking down on the rules we have, for not keeping you in line.”
You stare at her.
Lenient? Really?
Silver eyes flash like lightening. “I’ll fucking put you in your place.”
She turns, and you’re half worried she’ll knock into you again but she’s effortlessly elegant when she wants to be; in perfect control of every muscle in her beautifully lithe body. She lowers to a crouch, snatching your hands from the rug to pin them in place at your sides. “Kiss my ass.”
You blink—she’s never done this with you before. Has never even asked if you’re okay with it.
Is she mad?
Nesta glances over her shoulder, nails grazing the flesh of your arms, parting her knees wider. “Either you do it, or I’ll make you do it. I’ll hold you down if I have to.”
This is wrong.
She’s fucking crazy.
Your thighs press tight together, heat flushing your cheeks. Arousal gathers between your legs, cunt aching.
“Three,” she hisses. “Two. One-”
You hurry, tilting your head to press a kiss to the delicious swell of her ass.
Nesta snarls, releasing one of your hands in favour of plunging her fingers into your hair, ripping you from the floor in a vice-like hold. “Don’t get fucking smart with me. You fucking know what to do, so do it. Last chance.”
Fucking hell.
You strain, lifting your head from the ground, pressing a kiss to that twitching ring of muscle. Her grip in your hair loosens, hips shifting to press herself back against your mouth, leaning forward to give you more access. “You can do better,” she mutters, giving a tug to your hair. “Lick it.”
She should be checking these things with you.
Who in their right mind pulls something like this in the middle of the night?
She jerks you, hard, drawing a whimper from your throat. “You’d better fix that fucking attitude of yours or this’ll be the only entertainment you get for the next month. You’ll cum to what I say you can cum to, whether it’s my cunt, my ass, or the ground I fucking walk on.”
She’s insane.
She’s actually, psychologically, fucked.
You flick your tongue out, circling the ring of muscle slowly, swiping over her rear entrance.
And she’s hot enough to get away with it.
Nesta huffs a disbelieving laugh, breathless and low, and you can practically imagine that gleam in her eyes. Nails scrape across your scalp, winding her hips as she experiments with the new sensation. “You’re fucking filthy.” She tugs on your hair, “aren’t you?”
You whimper, pressing a kiss to her, followed by a slow lick of your tongue.
She laughs, and you can practically hear the plans being made.
You know she’s bad for you, yet you keep going back to her.
