EPISODE 1: PLEASURE VS PAIN

Diamond Falcon was a woman of power, a lady with connections to the biggest shakers in the city but nothing could satisfy her insatiable desire. Sat with her legs folded and her bosom exposed she waited patiently for his arrival. Business had come to an end, her husband had absconded and the cat was already in play.

Strikingly astounding was her beauty, a bowl of sweetness stirred with the Asian sea and blended with the african sunset. Her slanted eyes were carried by high cheek bones and her lips the image of cupids’ own. Shoveled into a messy bun, wisps of hair escaped the confines of her bun and framed her face so effortlessly.

Lost was any fear of interpretation or the abandonment she endured at the hands of the men she had willingly let into her garden. Tonight, she would be in control without question. The room had been dressed with precision and care, a domestic den at first glance but a sexual kingdom with deeper inspection. Larissa had certified discretion and an elite catalogue of choice while she desired persistent and consistent orgasms.

A click followed by a lenghtly creak drew her attention to the Adonis approaching her nakedness with an air of confidence she admired.

“I ..”

“No words.” She interjected the folds of flesh between her thighs moisten with lust.

Standing she crossex the floor as if floating, her feet making no sound as she walked twenty feet towards the King size bed. Fabian admired her from a distance his job only to please but her scent lingered behind like the taste of the sweetest honey.

“Stop.” He ordered without force but fear of explosion.

Obeying with urgency she stood still her body glowing in the dim glow in the candle light. The contour of her waist inside the small black dress had appeased his desire but the rufflled bottom and exsposed buttocks had stilled his heart. Rising, he stood six foot tall and seven inches wide. Following her path he meet her back with his width and groan heavily.

“Didn’t I tell you not to speak.” She uttered softly. “There are penalties for pleasure Charlie.” She purred.

“My name…”

“Your name doesnt matter right now Chuck.” She spat.

Gripping her waist he spun her with ease.” I shall not repent, instead you shall flog me without mercy.”

Grazing her lips across his she let her hand fall below his waist to tease the rod the prodded her so eagerly. Leaning back in his embrace her face exposed in the light he gasped.

“Diamond Falcon.”

The words fell from his lips so carelessly her body rigid in his arms.

“If you breathe a word of this to anyone and I mean anyone! You will be burying your entire family do you understand.”

Looking into her pale brown eyes he nodded obiently and carried her to the bed. Gently laying her down he teased the zip of her skirt down before yanking off her skirt so fast she gasped.

“My what other surprises do you have on store.” She giggled excitedly.

“Let me please you.” He said with conviction she believed.

Releasing her inhibitions she let her guard down. Standing behind the double sided mirror Larissa grinned, Fabian was irresitable reaching out she traced his body upon the glass before leaving her spectator alone.

100 WORDS AND MORE: STORY TIME

JADE: She had failed. The purple stain beneath her eye, the ten matching dots around her neck was proof she had failed. It had all happen so fast, her gun in Wesley chest, his fist in her face and the sound of gunshots ripping through the industrial estate he owned. Trembling beneath the shelter of a table she waited for the silence to swallow the ricohieting bullets. Wesleys’ lifeless hand hung from the table his life source dripping from his palm into a puddle before her as she held her breath.
A sharp snap, a loud clank and the silence grew thick, the inside of her mouth drying then the desert as she listening for any signs if movement. Uncertainty stabbed at her chest as she crawled out from beneath her wooden protector standing with caution. “Hands up.” A gruff voice ordered.
“Shit.” She cursed.
“Now!”
As instructed she raised her hands above her head and prayed to a God she had never served. “Now turn, slowly!”
One foot in front of the other she manouvered with her eyes shut tight to scared to stare death in the face. “Just kill me” she spluttered without conviction.
“Now, now darling why would he do that.”
Every muscle in her body relaxed, her eyes fluttering open as she clasped eyes upon her mother. “Get yourself together! We need to be home for dinner otherwise your father will start asking questions.” Shaking her head in disappointment her mother frowned deeply. “Darling you must stop playing with your target’s. It’s bad for business and it’s messy.” She said with a wave.

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STORY TIME

WHEN KISSES AINT ENOUGH: Samuels’ face said it all! The shifty glance, the snarl forming across his lips as I laid my discoveries on the table. There was no turning back, the locks had been broken and a bird had been released.
Pushing the paperwork away with the tip of his fingertips he scoffed. “This means nothing!” He snorted.
I smiled aware that this would not be enough to peel the skin from the onion or draw blood from the stone. “Carla.” I called without a tremble.
The corners of his lips fell to the ground his shifty gaze stuck to the floor. “What does this mean Samuel?” I asked pleasantly brandishing his indiscretion like a loaded weapon.
I waited a moment for his excuse, his valid reasons or even an apology but I knew it would never be enough. “Twenty years of marriage and you throw it all away for a woman younger than your marriage license.” I chuckled instead of crying.
“She meant nothing.”
Suddenly I felt elated, a breeze upon my face as my proverbial wings. He rose heavily his shoulders slumber and his eyes low. “She was a mistake.” He reasoned. “Samuel.” Carla whined her innocent feeling crushed.
Placing my hands upon his shoulders I pulled him close, relaxing his clasped my waist with urgency. “Samuel.” I whispered. ” You are the mistake!”
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BROKEN HEARTS THAT SING….

Lovely, He kissed me under the moonlight

Gently rubbing, asking me for loving

Removing my underwear

He whispered sweet, sweet nothings

Just to show he cared

But all to soon he had what he wanted

And left without a care

Stolen,

Robbed

Broken sobs

Tired of fake loving

Others can’t get enough.

Swollen, heartbroken and all alone

No answer, just silence when I call your phone

Absconded, lost , your not coming home

Where, oh where has all that love gone.

One moment, a lifetime

To remember you by

But lost is true love I will never apply.

SPOKEN WORD: INSIDE

I often consoled myself in the dim glow of the street lights with fictional tales spawn from the imagination of a pubescent teen. I often wondered what it would like to be anybody; anybody but me.

Then came a growth I could have never foreseen a road of bumps and curves that wounded me. Leading to a light that never dimmed, I kept walking on a whim. In the distance I saw a future, a vision set in stone for me but not everything in plain sight was as it seemed.

I could have given up all hope, many times unable to cope. I could have thrown in the towel but God knew what tests he was giving me, he knew what I could handle. Throughout the hardest of times I found a strength I could not ignore. I found a power that lifted me from the floor.

Although the race is far from over and the road is never clear, I am still standing, I am still here.

Giving thanks to the higher power that guided me through and for the foes that formed weapons God lives you. Though you may not understand or care I am blessed because in my heart Jah lives here.

I could write my story and tell you a tale but each man on his own ship he sails. My pain will not be your pain just as my name is not your name. We may face similarities but we will never be the same.

So you may not have walked my path as I have not yours, I judge you not on your flaws. I drifted through life on a hope and prayer; but I’m still standing Im still here.

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THE EX

Her heart shuddered and her breath stilled in the moment. Only a few feet away her eyes rested upon the once desired and beloved flesh. A body she had craved, admired and conquered in love and war she stills bore the scars of their battle.

There he stood in the mist of the crowd oblivious to her presence, lost in fruitless conversation. Charming his way through guest without a care in the world she watched as a gentle graze of the hand tickled a fair maiden as he greeted her enamoured blush with strong gaze and soothed her with his attentive nature.

Staitionary, abandoning reality, here she stood staring the past in the face unable to breathe. Her eyes met his and in an instant four long years since; since they had laid eyes on each other dissappeared in a blink of an eye. Every memory she had tried to erase rewritten in her mind; The kiss settling upon her lips as if he just lay then upon her; The heartache she felt when she walked away; The pain that exploded in her chest each time he lied; All inscribed again.

The ground sway beneath her as she caught her breath closing her eyes with a silent pray she wondered if he was only a figment of her imagination or a beautiful mirage deadly upon encounter.

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A PIECE OF ART

INKED : Beautiful lines intricately drawn upon my skin each marking out the story I wish to tell.
Ecthes upon my flesh as smooth as felt
Contain the bleeding ink that is timeless
Living through any storm.
Unique to me and unable to confirm.
Each line delicately displaying each vision of strenght that remained unscathed.
Each one given its own name,
In memory of love or in memory of pain.
Each a reminder of how I overcame
Again and again……
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BENEATH THE SUN

There was something about the morning sunrise that felt freeing. Although she had no experience of servitude Desire felt as if she had been held in captivity for her entire fifteen years of living. Wednesday morning was just like every other morning as she stuck rigid to routine and crept out of the back door, past the hog pen and out onto the dusty red lane. It was still dark outside but if she squinted hard enough she could just about see a ripple of the sea to her left and to her right the road that lead to the rest of the country she had been born in but never travelled. Grains of red dirt lathered her leather shoes covering them in a smooth red coat of dust that she would defiantly have to remove before school but this was worth the extra task. Halting just before the road turned to sand she removed her shoes and tied the two laces together, her toes wriggled in the sand as she stepped out the golden carpet hanging her shoes round her neck she strolled down the beach past the fish shack and up the small sand dune before resting on top. Within minutes the dark shade of night dissolved into and array of colours she could not name, as night turned to day her lips curled exposing her teeth to the the beauty of God. A mom All too soon nature had begun its morning song, animals stirred in their pens and not so far in the distance she heard a cockerel crow. Hurriedly she rose with one last look at the sun and a wish she only uttered to the moonlight. “One day.” She said with hope .”I will leave this land and explore the finer things in life.” .
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ALL KINDS OF ❤ING

I had drifted across sands and sea, yet I had never envision such beauty as she. Standing in the eye of the sun , covered in natures gold she stole a part of my soul. Even though she didn’t know it or me there was some force pulling me closer. Never I imagined that love would find me on home ground after covering each ends of the earth but suddwnly there she was in the mist of the people who had discouraged my dreams and shattered my wishes.

There had never been anywhere far enough from dissapproving eyes and salty opinions yet back in the fold of the judge and jury something strange was happening. The air cooled as the crowd moved around her aura never disturbing the bulb magicalliy encasing her beauty she looked my way and the earth tremble.

Nudgung me forcefully my youngest sister frown deeply. “Are you ok you look as if you have seen a ghost.” She asked with grave concern.

Slapping her palm upon my brow as if she had a thermometer hand she sighed with relief.

To enamoured to speak I stumbled over my words “I..I.”

Unable to catch my breath speech had evaded my conciousness and love had swallowed my words.

“Let me get you some water.” Kizzy offered her warmth leaving my side, leaving me naked to discovery.

My eyes must have bore through her skin as she glanced my way so fleeting before returning to her conversation less disturbed by my presence than I hers. The thunder in my chest throbbed painfully as Kizzy shoved a glass of water in my hand with the order to ‘drink’. Gulping the clear liquid I hoped to ease the unusual magnet charge pulling my gaze to the wonderful Miss Samson and her quirky attire but I was too late.

A foot away she smiled sweetly letting her hand fall before me so gracefully I gratefully accepted.

“Tara, right.”

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MOTHER LAND Part 2

It had been four summers and four birthdays since Desire had hatched her fairytale life out of the rumbles of red rock and everything had gone into high drive. The old beach hotel had been taken over by the Edgar family, a well to do white family from the cold streets of England. John Edgar was a heavy set man with a full white beard fattened with the finest meats. Bestie Edgar had married well although she too came from wealth she had been born on the island and was more accustmed to the ways of the people. Bestir had insisting on rerurning to her home lnd and erting her english children get feel for the island before the natives had ruined what was left of its beauty. Thier first born Jane had reserved herself to learning how to become a good wife and proper lady but John Edgar junior had taken to the land like a fish to water. Nothing had prepared him for the brown girl with copper colur hair and nine freckled placed spaciously across her nose. The breath she had stolen from him had never returned.

Once the hotel had be restored tourist trickled through the small comunity slowly increasing each year. At the edge of the land and beautiful view of the islands end The Edgar Family settled easily. The first whiff of Desire in the morning heat had tickled her pink and began a campaign of hatred so raw the compositions of buildings were affected. Desire had no qualms being the object of Besties Edgars disgust, she was going to marry John Edgar the second even if it killed her. It was such morning she walked the half a mile path to the Edgars verenda her news swirling inside her tummy. Bestie Edgar true to form turned her nose up to the air and tutted at the sight of Desire strolled up her path.

“Why must John insist on playing with the natives.” She remarked spitefully.

“Mama.” Jane interjected “Desire is like family.”

Bestie Edgar coughed hard. “Jane you and your brother are wildly accepting I mean, honestly are the animals are family too.” She chuckled.

Drumming up the courage Jane thought carefully anout her question before she asked her mother bravely.

“Mama why do you hate her so?” Jane asked thoughtfully.

“John deserves a Lady not a maid.”

“Mama Desire is not a Maid, she went to university an studied hard.”

“I bet some foolish man paid for her education.”

“Mama I can never understand whh you would come back home to isolation. People like Desire have hopes for a better a future.”

Bestie clasped her chest in shock.” I am not isolated. Desire is only after money and your brothers has falling head first for a demon.”

“Mama Desire loves John, he loves her isnt that all that matters.”

“Life is no fairytale Jane. Desire is a black woman incase you forgot.”

Jane pursed her lips and kept her next thought to herself. After all she would have never known if she hadn’t been snooping. If her mother was oblivious to the facts she would play along respectfully.

“Jane, what do you think of the island?.”

“I think its beautiful mama, magestic even. ”

Bestie laughed for the first time in weeks. ” I use to watch the water for boats, there was something about the sea.”

“I thought you grew up in the town.”

“I did.” Bestie replied quickly. ” but we use to come here often when we were children.”

“We!”

“Oh Jane, tnose days are long gone.” Bestie deflective.

Clearing her throat softly Desire announced her presence.

“Good afternoon Mrs Edgar is John available?”

“Not for the likes of you.” Mrs Edgar snapped.

“Mother apologise to Desire.” John snapped, his brows burrowed together as he frowned deeply.

Keeping her eyes firmly on the prize she stared at Desire, a sharp line where her lips should have been.

“I shall do no such thing!” She retorted. “This ‘gyal’ should know her place. I’ve put up with your little hobby for long enough its time you found a proper wife and stopped playing with the help.”she finished with a touch of venom.

Janes eyes darted from her mother to her brother awaiting his response. Passing his mother John Edgar junior took a stand beside his woman and faced his mother head on.

Smiling warmly he clasped her trembling hand and squeezed “Desire and I are to be married.” He revealed proudly.

Bestie stood abruptly “Over my dead body she screeched. “This has gone far enough.”

“So be it.”he replied. “Desire is with child and I love her.”

“It must be the sun.” Bestie whined. “No there is more to this!” Shaking her head she stepped towards Desire her hands raised. “You, you put voodo on my son. Yuh cast spell pon him.” Clasping her mouth before more of her mother tongue spilled out uncontrollably she backed up into the door frame.

Closing her eyes she inhaled and exhaled rapidly, Desire was everything she despised; her fake air and graces, her humble beginnings , her honey brown skin it was all the empitome of suffering. Tears rolled from her eyes as she shook angrily. Rising to comfort her mother Jane tried to calm her queitly.

“Desire is pregnant there is nothinh you can do about it, as soon as we are married we shall leave for England.”

Besties face changed color raidly as she processed her living nightmare. “Your father will not agree with this.”

“He has my blessing.” John Edgar Senoir annouced behind her.

Smiling sweetly Desire stepped forward. ” Should I call you Mother?” She asked innocently.

Falling freely Bestie landed in her husbands arms unconsciously the screams only existing her head.

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