Kiah
My sisters all say that I am crazy and immature. They say at 27 I should be settled down with some kids a dog and a nagging ass husband. They all think that shit though cause every last one of them except for Bebe’ got married before 25. Bebe’ can’t seem to keep a man long enough to marry him. She can keep him long enough to get pregnant but never married. Tonya and Sharmain are both married but that shit doesn’t mean anything. They aint happy I don’t care what they tell other people or how good of an act they put on in front of people. Tonya cheats on her husband every chance she gets, and he does the same.
Sharmain knows that dirty ass husband of hers is a alcoholic cheating dog but she won’t admit the shit or face it. It’s like she walks around with this invisible blindfold over her eyes when it comes to Tracy’s sorry ass. I mean the fool tries to bonk anything with a vagina. I can count on both of my hands how many times he has tried to touch and feel on me on the sly when he thought no one was looking. I have to check the punk every time we are alone. I can’t tell my ditsy ass sister because she will say that he didn’t mean anything by it .. So now I just hit the nasty bastard or cuss him out every time he starts acting like a pervert.
Why the hell would I give up my life of flash and glamour to go through all of the crap they go through? Why would I give up my peace of mind and independence for something that will cause me stress and pain? I think that’s foolish, and I refuse to ever be foolish. I call all the plays in my life. I refuse to give my life over to some no count man who could care less about my happiness and feelings. Now don’t get me wrong. I am not male bashing. I love men; I just choose not to commit to one. There are several reasons for this decision.
I deal with men in my on special way. I have found that it is easier to be with a man when you expect no commitments or love at all. That is why I handle my men with a long wooden spoon. I give them just enough to satisfy both them and myself. For this I am well taken care of. So much so that if I decided to quit my job teaching today I could and would never worry a day in my life about how I am going to survive.
I am what some people call a “sugar baby”. I am a woman who has lots of “sugar daddies” that take care of my every need and desire. Some of them are married others are just players who don’t have the time or patience for a steady relationship. So they all come to me. They are all very wealthy men who are very established in their careers. They all own the most expensive homes, cars, and companies. They believe in living life to its fullest and each allow little ole me to reap the benefits of all of their hard work.
You may ask what I have to do to have all of these things given to me. Well I am not going to sugar coat anything. A sugar baby does whatever sugar daddy wants. Some of them just like to have me around as arm candy. Most of them like to have me around so that I can sex the hell out them, the way their wives don’t and should. My sisters say that I am nothing more than a new millennium hooker. I say what the fuck ever!!!
If men want to pay to spend time with me why shouldn’t I take it? I damn sure would rather sex a man for money than for free. Why shouldn’t they pay me for my time? Why shouldn’t they buy me beautiful clothes, cars, condos, jewelry just for being me? I mean yeah some of them are married but that’s not my problem it’s hers. If she was doing everything she needed to do, he wouldn’t come to me right?
Wrong! Most men cheat on their wives even if she’s doing everything he wants he can’t help it. And I have to admit that at times I feel bad for fooling around with some woman’s husband. Especially because I know how dirty my sister’s husbands are. But I have to be honest teachers don’t get paid much money, shit and were starting to get laid off now because of the recession. I have to eat, even if it means eating off of another woman’s plate.
I mean it’s not like I want the man or anything. I give them right back once I am through with them and they are through with me. If we cross paths in the streets we act as though we do not even know one another. So if you think about it I am not a threat. I am like a hobby like golf or something. I help to relieve him of all the stress in his life and for that he compensates me handsomely.
I know most women especially married one’s won’t understand that, but to them I say so what. I could care less what you bitches think I am who I am so deal with it!! I bet I won’t have to mend a broken heart. Or be crying tears over some good for nothing man. I watched my mama go through so much with my cheating, lying ass daddy to know better. I won’t be weak for any man. All a man can do for me honestly is sex me good and pay my bills. It may sound harsh but it’s the truth.
I can hear my sisters in my head now saying” Kiah you need to grow up, you need to settle down.” Shit I am to fine and too smart for that shit. Why should I settle down? For what? To have some kids? I’m a teacher, I have 30 that I see every day, and when the bell rings they take their ass’s home to their real mama’s and daddies. I don’t have time for that shit. I’m selfish as hell. I don’t want to spend my money on nobody but me with my fly ass.
I don’t do diapers or none of that Susie homemaker shit. I’m just to free. You can hate it or love it. I really could care less.
BEBE'
If one more of these kids call my name I swear I am going to snap. Damn every five minutes it’s something. Somebody’s toy got broke, the TV is being hogged or the telephone is being held hostage. Not to mention the million times the greedy boogers ask for food. I’m like one of these days I am going to stand in the middle of the floor and shout from the top of the lungs that I quit! I’m going to grab my purse and keys and drive off into the sunset like they do on the movies.
Shit! I’m lying to myself. I love my kids to much too just up and leave them. To be honest I can’t imagine my life without them. In a sense they complete me. I just wish one of their damn daddies would have stepped up to the plate and helped me raise them. Can you believe out of four different men not one of them is man enough to help me raise their child? I get child support from two out of four of them. The other two won’t keep a job long enough to give me anything. But when it comes to raising them, it’s me and only me putting in the work.
That’s what I get though for letting my “pearl” control my thoughts and actions. I had Jamal Jr. When I was 18. I thought his daddy was the one because we were high school sweet hearts. After I got pregnant with Jamal jr. though the fool started acting like I got myself pregnant and ditched me. That was the longest and hardest nine months of my life. If it hadn’t been for my sisters and parents I don’t know if I would have been able to make it through.
I mean I gave my virginity to that loser. I believed his lies when he told me that we would be together forever. I thought he was my dream come true when he said that one day he would marry me and we would have beautiful children in an equally beautiful home. And when the fool whispered he loved me while he slowly slid down my 17 year old panties I just knew that it was real and we were made for each other. Little did I know that he said that same shit to every girl he was trying to knock down.
I had Jamal Jr. on a stormy Monday in November. I remember lying in that bed going through all that pain wishing that Jamal would walk through the door and help me give birth to his son, but he never came. Instead I spent 10 horrifying hours holding my mama’s hand and praying for God to take all of the pain away. I told myself that I would not allow another man to do me the way Jamal had done me. I told myself that I deserved better.
A year later I was pregnant with my daughter Asia. Her daddy was a one night stand I met at a party. He was the finest man I had ever seen. He had these gray cat like eyes and beautiful brown skin. The more I drank the more I wanted to taste that sexy mofo, and I did just that. That night I freaked his ass so good he wanted to move into my apartment. I let him to. Shit I was so lonely I needed a man close to me every night.
Playing house was fun for the first two weeks. I did everything that I could to make the fool happy. After that two weeks though I saw the true Morgan. My mama always says that a snake always sheds his skin, and that’s exactly what Morgan did. First he started taking money out of my purse. Then he started staying gone for two to three days at a time. When he would show back up he would act like everything was cool, and call me crazy and dramatic when I demanded to know where he was.
The last straw was when the fool took the rent money and gambled it away on a fucking crap game. I kicked his ass out as soon as he told me what happened. I put all his shit in black garbage bags and threw them out of the apartment window and watched as they all fell on the sidewalk and street. When he ran out the apartment to retrieve them, I locked and bolted the door on the bastard. He sat outside the door for about two hours yelling and shit, but he stopped that shit after I told his tired ass that I was calling the police. The next day I got the locks changed and thought I had gotten rid of Morgan. That is until I went to the doctor the next week for my annual and discovered that I was pregnant with Asia. Talk about bullshit.
Now Tabitha’s father is something different all together. I met him while I was spending some time with my sister Kiah. He was one of her many “sugar daddies”. Hamilton is a very wealthy and prestigious man. He has always treated me like a lady and a queen. He takes care of Tabitha financially and helps me with the other children as well. I would have married Hamilton, but he loves being free. As long as he takes care of his daughter I’m cool.
My fourth child Marion was planned. I have to admit that I tried to have Marion. When I met his father I was spell bound. He was like no other man that I had ever met in my life. Like Hamilton he was wealthy. Dealing with Hamilton has made me desire men with money and power. I feel like I have a little more security with them. At least if they leave I can be sure that I will always have the funds I need to take care of myself and my children.
Marion’s father makes his money the dirty way. I knew this when I met him. He drove the finest cars, wore the most expensive jewels, and ran the most lucrative drug business in the south. He supplied all of the major drug lords and dope boys with their work. I met him while I was pumping gas at a shell gas station. He pulled up in his black Lexus, rolled the window down and told me I was to fine to be pumping my own gas. He parked his car and got out.
He took the pump from my hands and told me to sit my sexy ass in the car. I have to admit that his forcefulness got me wet. After he pumped my gas he gave me his number and told me a little bit about himself. About ten minutes into our conversation a Blue Suburban pulled in next to his car. He excused himself, went to his car pulled something out. He went to the driver’s side of the suburban and handed the package over to the driver. He shook his hand and walked away from the truck.
He came back to my car as if he had never left. I immediately found myself wanting this bad boy. That night in his king size bed he told me what he did for a living. Now I know I should have left his ass alone but I couldn’t. I was hooked. Please understand the dick had my mind gone. He took care of me from that night on. He paid my bills and took care of my kids. That’s why I got pregnant. I thought that if I had his baby he would stay with me and we would raise our little family.
Well I was wrong about that shit as usual. As soon as the fool found out I was pregnant he got mad and said that I was trying to trap him. He said he didn’t want to be with nobody that was going to try and trick him. That shit broke my heart. He was right though. I did try to trap him. Instead I ended up trapping myself.
I will say this though; he takes care of his son. He just doesn’t take care of me anymore. At least not like that. I messed that up. So needless to say after Marion I got my tubes tide. I figure at some point in my life I have to take control of my destiny. Cause, I’ll be damned if I end up the old bitch in the shoe, with so many bad ass kids she don’t know what to do. You can take that; to the nearest bank and cash it!
Tonya
My husband is a very prestigious, pompous, and arrogant attorney. In short he believes that his shit doesn’t stink. He walks around like he is God’s gift to the planet and without him life would cease to exist. That’s why I know it would devastate him to find out that I am sleeping with his boss. Not just his boss, but his white boss.
Christopher has a problem with a black woman being with a white man. It drives him crazy. That’s part of the reason why I’m doing it. The other part is for the satisfaction of knowing that my dark ebony skin is desired among powerful influential white men.
A lot of us sistahs are lead to believe that we are unattractive to men of other races. We are lead to believe that we are not exotic enough. That we are not beautiful enough. Shit that’s a lie. Men of all races want us. We are strong and magnetic. Like fire. A beautiful black woman is appealing to every man no matter what the color. We exude sex appeal. We are sexiness at its finest.
I know some women will say I am wrong for cheating on my husband. Well so what! He was wrong for cheating on me with my “best friend” of 12 years. I kicked her to the curb but kept his cheating ass. I did it for a reason though. I saw Christopher’s potential before he did. I knew that he would make it in the corporate world because he has the swag for it. I would be damned before I allow another woman to reap the benefits of all his potential. So when Chris asked me to marry him after I found out about him and my so called “best friend” I accepted graciously.
I didn’t cheat on him off bat. In fact it took 5 years for me to even consider stepping out. The fuel that sparked the fire was when I saw a text message from some bitch on his phone telling him how much she enjoyed their “romantic evening together”. Two days later I began my affair with his boss Tom.
From the first moment I met Tom I knew that he wanted to taste my chocolate goodies. The way he would stare at me whenever I walked into a room told me that. The way he would blush whenever I gave him a compliment or looked him in the eyes told me that he wanted to pick this black cherry, right off of the vine.
So I let him. Our first encounter was in his office on his desk, while he was talking to Christopher on the telephone. I wanted it that way. I was hoping he would moan my name or something but he had too much control for that. The second time was when he came to the house to play tennis with Christopher. He sent Christopher on a bogus brandy run and we got it on right in my bed. We’ve been fooling around ever since.
My husband is so into himself and the many skanks he messes around with that he doesn’t even know what is going on. He thinks that I spend all of my free time shopping and hanging out with my sisters. Little does he know that I’m giving all of my free time to Tom and I am enjoying every bit of it. Tom never wants more than what I am willing to give. He treats me like a queen and showers me with beautiful things every time we are together.
He’s not a better lover than Christopher but he’s good enough. When I’m with him I feel a surge of energy and excitement. I haven’t felt that way with Christopher in so long. To be honest, Christopher doesn’t really touch me like he once did. When we make love it is fast and to the point. It’s good mind you but it is not what it once was.
There was a time when Christopher could make me melt with just a touch, now he doesn’t even take the time. I guess he’s too busy playing lawyer and pipe layer to every broad with a cunt.
Well it really doesn’t matter anyway, because I have a plan. He may not like it but he will accept it. Shit he doesn’t have a choice. I’m driving this car now and if he doesn’t like it he can hop the fuck off at the very next exit.
Sharmain
Okay I just put the chicken in the oven with the dressing. If I timed it right everything should be done before Tracy gets home from work. He hates it when he has to wait for his dinner and I hate to hear him complain about it. I mean he acts like I don’t have a million and one things to do around here! I have three kids to take care of, a six bedroom home to clean, and a husband to satisfy. I can’t say all of this to Tracy though; he’ll say that most women would love to have it as good as me. He says it’s a woman’s dream to take care of her home and family all day while her husband goes out and provides.
I mean don’t get me wrong I am grateful to Tracy for all of his hard work. I mean he graduated at the top of his medical class. He makes sure we all have the finest and best things. But I always thought that when he finished school and started working that I could go back to school and get my degree. That didn’t happen though. I got pregnant as soon as he graduated with our oldest son Troy. Six months after having Troy I got pregnant with our daughter Kandice. Talk about luck right. I thought I was in the clear when Kandice turned two. I put her in daycare and enrolled at the University of Georgia.
You don’t know how excited I was when I told Tracy. I had my little curriculum out and financial aid packet on our bed like a new found treasure. When he came into the room he simply moved everything out of his way, laid on his side of the bed and asked did I iron his lab coat. I just looked at him dumbfounded. “Tracy did you hear me?” I asked him. “I enrolled in school today. Here look at the papers with me.” I tried to hand the papers to him and he shoved them back at me.
“Damn Sharmain! I ain’t in the mood to talk about this mess! I’m tired I had a long day and I’m going to have an even longer tomorrow. I just want to lay here and go to sleep. Okay? I don’t see why the hell you need to go to school anyway. You got everything you need right here!” he said to me through irritated eyes.
I couldn’t believe how harsh he was being. We had made an agreement and it seemed like I had kept my end of the bargain but he wasn’t keeping his. “I want to better myself Tracy, I want a higher education, I want a career.” I whined to him.
He looked at me like I had said the stupidest thing he had ever heard. “What you need all that for Sharmain huh? Will your higher education and career stop you from spending all of my money? Hell naw so shut up with that bullshit! Regardless if you go to school or not I’m still going to be footing the bills around here. No your place is at home with these kids taking care of my house!”
“I’m going to school Tracy I don’t care what you say!” I said to him with as much force as I could muster. He looked at me like I had lost my mind. “Oh so for real? You doing it like that?” He asked me sarcastically. “Okay we’ll see, come here!” He said to me as he grabbed me and climbed on top of me. He looked me in the eyes and my heart began to beat uncontrollably. His eyes were so dark and angry.
He forced my legs open and placed himself between them. “When I married you I married you to take care of me and give me beautiful babies, not to be running around here trying to play career Barbie and shit!” He placed his lips on mine and gave me a forceful kiss. His hands began to glide up and down my body. I wanted to stop him and tell him to get the hell off of me but all I could hear in my head was my mama saying that a wife wasn’t supposed to deny her husband.
So I laid there and allowed my husband to dominate me. Three weeks later I found out I was pregnant with my youngest son Gregory. I dropped out of school that same day and concluded that I had been tricked, bamboozled and worst of all trapped and there wasn’t anything that I could do about it!
