QueenMoná

Louisana August 22nd

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015:

I said angel, I feel you’re closer every time I call you,

Cause all I see are wings, I can see your wings,

Cause I know what I am and the life I live,

And even though I sin, baby we are born to live,

But I know time will tell if we’re meant for this

My fingers glided across the wooden surface digging deep into its’ layers. Throwing my head back in an intoxicated manner I moan out in pure ecstasy as his body continues to give me the ultimate pleasure.

“Fuck Javier,” I panted as he continues to dig deep damn near touching my soul I’m sure.

It’s lunch time for us and he decided to skip the meal and devour me instead.I had not one complaint. My pencil skirt was hitched up above my waist, button down shirt unbuttoned completely showing off my maroon lace bra and my panties are nonexistent at this point. Flesh against flesh, his fingers dig into my skin with every stroke tossing me over the edge. Kissing the corner of my mouth he brings his free hand up to my neck holding me in place as his movements quicken.

“Damn,” he whispers in pleasure losing himself within my love.

He kisses me passionately before picking me up and aggressively places me on the floor with my upper half over the cool wooden desk. His rough hands cascade across my skin as he nibbles on the corner of my ear.

“Keep that ass up for me,” he demands and I dare not move.

Within moments he was pounding into my relentlessly making it harder to quiet my moaning. I call out his name, possibly louder than I should have and his hand finds its’ way to my mouth quieting me once again.

“Quiet baby. Keep quiet.”

With that he sends a forceful slap to my ass causing me to jerk forward slightly. I could spend every lunch break like this. He spread me even as his strokes continue consuming me with pleasure. The light knocks at my door snap me out of our intense moment and immediately I attempt to push him off but fail.

“Keep still,” he grits out as the feeling within my core intensifies letting me know that I am close to my peak.

“But Javier–”

“Tell ‘em you busy,“ he growled into my ear before slightly clamping my ear in between his teeth.

Moaning lightly, I grabbed onto as much self control as I could while his powerful strokes continued.

“Just a moment,” I called out sounding as though my breathing was slipping from me by the minute.

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[karruechedaily]

Okay, blogger i need your help. You remember that one time Chris was being an emotional bitch in December?can you pleaseeeeeee find the interview for me it was him and tyga and he looked down at his phone and was HURT AS FUCK lmfaoooooooo kae broke up with him via txt (they were already beefing that day) lmaoooo I can't, his whole entire mood changed then he pulled that petty ass stunt I hope you can remember what I'm talking about PLEASE HELP!!

I remember that lol

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[thatlupa]

All it does is show me you have a superiority complex and deep rooted classist tendencies. I’ve been a waitress, a barista and a sales associate, so your talking down to others just tells me at one point you would’ve talked down to me. This guy in the queue tried to buy me a coffee today, after ripping into the guy behind the counter about his skills and his job. Don’t care what people do for a living, if you don’t treat ‘em like (very important) people when you deal with them, we can’t be friends.

[alphaqueer-blog]

“A person who is nice to you but cruel to the waiter isn’t a nice person.”

[archgayge]

I don’t understand how people don’t get this

[cmtothemc]

It is terrifying. It means if you don’t adhere to their demands or if you make on little mistake, they can turn on you. I don’t deal with people who are nasty to others.

[useyourwordsasher]

F-cking *this*.

http://notalwaysright.com/tip-of-the-entree-iceberg/27669

[pomme-poire-peche]

(It is a busy Saturday night. During the dinner rush, I have been dealing with a table of two 20-something year old men. The blonde one has found something to complain about every time I’ve walked by while the brown-haired one just blushes and stays quiet. They’ve finished their meal.)

Blonde Man: “Are you new here?”

Me: “No, sir. I’ve been a waitress here for two years and three years at [other restaurant] prior.”

Blonde Man: “Then you have no excuse for how terrible this service was. The salad was wilty, and the entree was way too cold, and you were nowhere to be found. Plus, this place is far too noisy; I could barely hear myself speak! Honestly, I get better service at a fast food place.”

Me: “I’m sorry you feel that way. While there isn’t much I can do about the noise, I did offer to bring you different food before, but you said no.”

Blonde Man: *waves me off* “Just bring me the check, and try not to be so slow about it for once.”

(I go and get the check, but when I return, the brown-haired man stands up and hands me a $20 bill.)

Brown-haired Man: “Here, this is your tip. He wasn’t going to give you one. As a former waiter myself, I thought you were doing a perfectly fine job. My food was great, and the service was fast even though you’re so busy right now.”

(He turns to his blonde companion.)

Brown-haired Man: “People like you made my job so much worse, especially for making us work that much harder for no tip. So thanks for the meal, but you can go ahead and delete my number because there will be no second date. And by the way,potjevleesch is supposed to be served cold, you idiot.”

(With that, he left the restaurant without his date. It made the whole night worth it, to see that blonde man speechless for once.)

[gildatheplant]

Brown-haired Man is my hero.

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nine | judgment day

“So far reports on you have been good, you’ve even managed to earn time out on the yard. There’s one incident documented here that we brought to my attention when you were hospitalized, since then that inmate has been punished and isolated.. Personally, after speaking with your attorneys, I believe you aren’t a threat to society if you were to be released early.” The white haired, individual leaned back in his leather desk chair to loosen his tie. His green eyes bore into mine as his expression hardened, with his hands locked and resting on his chest he spoke again.

“I just hope, you don’t make me regret thinking about this…or actually making steps to have you released. This is your redemption, Mr. Brown.” He said sternly, awaiting a response he’d approve of.

“I understand sir, I’ve learned my lesson..” I began, attempting to gather my words as best I could. “I needed this chance… I take full responsibility for my actions and I promise, when I’m released I’ll function perfectly as a member of society.“ 

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eight | sweet thing

Brushing my teeth in quick circles, I managed to catch a glimpse of Somara’s frame in the fogged bathroom mirror. Her body glistening in the well lit room, it made being trapped in the steam worth enduring. A few rounds of scrubbing with the brush against my teeth and tongue later, I turned on the water in the sink to finish with a mouthwash rinse. When I lifted my head, the shower was now off and Somara’s slightly soapy drenched nipples were pressed against my bare back. Her lips brushing against my neck, my mouth fixed to mumble some sort of sentence. 

“Don’t start anything you know we ain’t got time to finish Somara..” I finally mumbled to her. 

Her only response was her soft nibbling and kisses against my neck, her hand underneath my shirt. “I think we have plenty of time,” She whispered against my skin, as it was growing hotter by the second. My eyes shut briefly when her nails began trailing down my stomach, fingers now resting beneath the hem of my boxers. “From the look on your face, you’re going to tell me no…” Somara sighed, turning to open the door to let the steam drift into our adjacent bedroom. 

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[muse-fanfic]

Mommy Dearest

No need to ignore it,  ain’t no need to lie, 

Your daughters your little princess, 

But I swear that she’s mine, 

You think I ain’t special, 

You’re wondering why 

Your daughter wanna walk around with this type of guy

“Javier, baby, please just put on the damn tux." 

"Avery fuck no,” he lays back on the bed with his arms crossed staring me down. 

My frustration is peaking and this bullheaded man is making it no better. We are already 15 minutes late to my parent’s dinner all because he will not put on the tux that I bought for him. 

“Javier please,” I beg. 

“What the fuck am I putting on a tux for dinner Avery?" 

"My mother’s orders." 

"Yeah, well I know a few things your mom can do,” he mumbles. 

 I roll my eyes at his childish attitude however I can not blame him. My mother is making this dinner over the top from the food items to the dress code. Being the person that she is, she is making this dinner a red carpet event. Demanding him and I to dress up. I did not debate with her on it because I know how bad that could get. 

 "Javier, you’re making us late.“ 

 He raises from his spot and walks over to me. I notice him eyeing my black dress that clings to my body perfectly and the Givenchy heels that adorn my feet. 

"Avery, baby, take that damn dress off,” he growls speaking to the lower half of my body mostly. 

“Javier we’re already late. Now is not the time to be freaky." 

He chuckles, "Not what I meant baby. I mean take that shit off and put you on something more comfortable." 

"I do not want to upset my mother Javier." 

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014:

The sweetest thing I’ve ever known Was like the kiss on the collarbone Soft caress of happiness, 

The way you walk, your style of dress

“You gotta be the dumbest nigga I know,” Rakim taunts across from me while shaking his head in disappointment. 

 I sigh in agitation remaining silent. He has been talking about this situation for the last hour and has not stop to catch his breath yet. 

“You damn near bang this nigga head into a wall, in a public office by the way, then break into the girl’s house who caused all of that shit. Yeah, nigga you’re dumb.“ 

 Finally sitting my phone down onto the desk I glance up to look at him only to catch the smug look that he is sending my way.

"Yo’ you done bitchin’?" 

He scoffs, "yeah, whatever nigga. Don’t listen to me." 

"Wasn’t planning on it." 

Without saying another word I go back to filling in a few time slots on my phone through my email. These next few months I will be the busiest that I have been in a while and I have to prepare myself, mentally and physically. I have so much traveling, planning, painting and business strategies to go over. This is why I agreed to Rakim meeting me down at Avery’s office in her art gallery in the first place. That and I’m also banned from her primary office for a while. However, he has taken it upon himself to nag my damn ear off every chance that he gets. 

 "Why did you want me here anyways?" 

"Well now that ya’ bitch ass is done with that topic we can talk real business,” sliding my schedule over to him I give him a minute to look it over. 

 He whistles in amazement. 

“Damn nigga you about to be busy." 

"Tell me a fucking ‘bout it. It’s starting to stress me out." 

"Don’t even worry about this Jah. You already know I got you." 

I send him a wide smile of appreciation. Times like this I appreciate my brother the most. He puts himself on the line to keep me sane and I appreciate that. My peace is vital to my mental state and its easily thrown off. He steps in every chance that he has taking a chunk of the pressure off. I begin to collect all of my things and start putting them into my bag. 

"I have to get on the road bro. I still have to meet up with Lynn and go see mama." 

"You going to see mama today?" 

"Yeah, I’m taking Avery with me." 

He shakes his head with wild eyes. 

"You’re taking Avery to see ma?" 

"Yeah, I’m having dinner with her family this week so I figured that she should meet moms first." 

"Wow,” he says in disbelief. 

“What do you have against her?" 

"It’s not even her at this point bruh, it’s you. She doesn’t even know who you truly are." 

"Yes she does." 

"She knows what you show her. You’re hiding some shit Jah and its going to come back and bite you in the ass." 

Waving him off I attempt to stop him before he could continue. Beginning to speak, but stop momentarily at the sound of the door squeaking slightly. Looking up I see that it’s nothing and continue on talking some sense into my brother. 

"I will tell her when I’m comfortable. You don’t just go around opening up your fucking closet of bullshit to people." 

Holding his hands up in surrender he sighs deeply. 

"Let’s dead it, a'ight bro?”

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[pollya23]

How J Cole feels about ass implants lol he’s the realest .

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seven| trouble

CHRISTIAN | TAZ

 My name Taz was given to me by my pops. It stood for Tasmanian Devil, cause when I was a baby I was so hyper and so wild. In the Blood Reign Villains–a name of sentiment took on another life. I was a terror, much like my older brother Chaos. The Brown family has always been known for breeding the craziest yet most powerful men and the strongest women, in the words of my grandmother. So the city was in no way, shape or form prepared for us. 

Chris and I were born six years apart to different mothers, our father was a well-known hustler was an affiliate to the Blood gangs surrounding our area, built a major reputation. I was born three years after the truce in Watts, the era had taken a frightful turn. Originally, I had been a product of abuse considering after the death of Chris’ own mother, my father was on the prowl for a new target. A gentle, sweet and caring soul like my mother wasn’t even close to being enough to change my father. 

Growing up we saw first-hand, how fucked up our father was. How brutal and cruel he could be, took away his credibility as a parent if you looked at the environment we were forced to survive in. 

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six| power trip

Leandra awoke that morning extremely anxious, it’d been two years since she’d seen the man she silently proclaimed her love for, Christopher. Her daughter Leyah was spending the afternoon with her aunt which gave her free time to pay a visit, sadly it was a short one. For two years, she’d waited for him. There was hope the court system would be light on Chris, considering it was the first offense he’d ever been caught then tried for. The case wasn’t even his to take, it was his brother’s heat. 

The Los Angeles sky was a beautiful blue, the sun kissing her already glowing brown skin. Lee hopped in her Jeep to head out to the California State Prison, the full capacity county male prison to which she believed was meant for those waiting for a special hot seat in Hell. When she arrived, the guards at the front gate were adamant about allowing her entry considering the inmate she desired to visit, but decided to reconsider with identification and statements of permission. 

When Lee was allowed to park and entered through the prison gates, her heart sank. There was no clear idea what Chaos’ appearance would be now compared to before. His blonde hair had faded the day he appeared in court to be sentenced to a term, his eyes were dark and there was nothing but stress washed over his features. 

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