Friday, April 29, 2011

Happy Hour

As soon as he walked into the dimly lit, barely occupied, club his eyes immediately were drawn to the woman sitting in the corner by herself. The bar lights cast a bluish hue to her chin length bob cut. The dark colors she wore made her pecan complexion more intense.


Thomas made his way across the dance floor and near the bar. From this distance he could see her knee length skirt, revealing her ample legs as she dangled a not so modest black pump on her toes. From her attire, he could tell she must have just come from work and was taking advantage of Wednesday’s happy hour. She shook the ice in her half empty glass, took a swallow and threw her head back.

“Is this seat taken?” Thomas asked the beautiful woman.

As she tilted her head to look in his direction, her bang partially revealed her gorgeous green eyes. She looked Thomas up and down, slightly annoyed.

“Nope.” She said gruffly.

“May I?” Thomas asked.

“Free country and it’s not my club.” She said as she took another swallow of her drink.

Her body language showed she was not in the mood to be flirted with. As soon as Thomas sat, she shifted her body in the opposite direction. This did not deter Thomas. He tapped her lightly on the shoulder.

“My name is Thomas. And your name?” he asked.

“Really Thomas?” she scoffed “Do I really look like I feel like being bothered?”

“Baby girl, I am just asking your name. I didn’t mean any harm” Thomas replied.

She turned her body towards him and looked him over again with her green eyes.

“Hazel. My name is Hazel.” She said.

“Nice to meet you Hazel.” Thomas extended his hand to give hers a shake.

Hazel looked at his hand and turned back to her drink. Thomas ordered a drink as he thought over if he wanted to continue his approach with Hazel. He didn’t want to risk being chewed out in the club or having a drink thrown in his face. He sat for a few, drank his drink and ordered another. Hazel was on her third drink.

He noticed she would occasionally throw her head back and let out an exhausted sigh. She would remove and put on what he figured was her wedding ring. Every now and again she would just look at the ring, sigh, and take another swallow of her drink. Every man that came to approach her was met with the cold shoulder. Thomas felt she was feeling down and took another chance at starting a conversation with Hazel.

“So how was your day Hazel?” he asked.

Surprisingly, Hazel turned back towards him.

“It was fucking AWFUL! FUCKING AWFUL!” she said a little too loudly.

“Whoa! That sounds fucking awful! Mind sharing with a stranger what made it so fucking awful?”

“Do you really want to hear about my day Thomas? Or are you asking just to be asking?”

“No, I really want to hear about your day. You seem to have a lot on your mind and I have nothing but time to share.”

Hazel let out another deep sigh and swallowed what was left of her drink. She slammed the glass down on the counter and crossed her arms. Her face softened as she looked down at her ring.

“I don’t know what I want to do anymore, Thomas. I really don’t. Everything is so confusing right now.” She finally managed to say.

“I assume you are speaking of your marriage” Thomas said pointing at the ring that was now removing.

“Yes. I try so hard to do everything I can to show my husband that I love him. I am in his corner at all times. I work and still manage to do my wifely duties. Somehow, I don’t think he appreciates me anymore. I don’t even think he is attracted to me!”

A single tear streamed down Hazel’s cheek. She quickly wiped it away and reached for her glass which she realized was just filled with melting ice. Thomas waved for the bartender to get her another drink.

He looked at her slumped shoulders and could tell she was feeling defeated. Not once since he had seen her did she hold her head up. Her chin stayed close to her chest with each movement she made. Although she wore what looked like a sexy bustier under her suit jacket, she kept grabbing at it to keep it closed.

“Why do you feel that he is not attracted to you Hazel?” Thomas asked.

Hazel took another swallow of her drink almost as soon as the bartender placed it down. She fidgeted again with her jacket and smoothed out her skirt.

“Things are not the same. He does not SEE me. He looks through me. We still have sex, but we don’t make love. I have put on a few pounds over the four years that we have been married; but nothing extreme. Maybe twenty or thirty pounds. I once use to hear constantly how sexy I am from him. “ Hazel exclaimed.

“You are a beautiful woman Hazel. I am sure men tell you all of the time how beautiful you are”

“But it does not matter! It does not matter what a thousand men say to me, there is only one person I want to hear it from. That person is him. I want to be beautiful and sexy in his eyes. He is my husband!” Hazel took another swallow of her drink.

“Have you told him how you feel?” Thomas asked.

Hazel reached in her purse and grabbed a handkerchief to wipe away the dark stream of mascara and tears that were now running down her cheeks.

“Constantly! I ask him what he likes. I ask him if he feels I have gotten too fat. I ask him if he finds me attractive still. Naturally he says yes. But he does not show me that he thinks so. There is a difference.”

Hazel was wiping feverishly at her face trying not to draw attention to the stream of tears.

“Does he work long hours? Are the bills paid? Do the children have plenty of food and clothing? Other than words, is there anything he is not doing to make you feel wanted?”

Thomas retrieved the crumpled letter his wife had written him from his pocket. When he first read it, he was filled with anger. How could the woman he gave his last name to, fathered children with and helped provide a comfortable living for not see that he loves her as much as he did when it was new.

Sitting here looking at her slumped shoulders, bowed head and her constant tugs at her clothing; he realized that he did not do his part in assuring her that he not only loves her but he also desires her just as much he did from the first day he saw her standing in the park. The wind blew her hair and as the sun crossed her face, her eyes changed from a light brown to a gentle shade of green. When she told him her name then, he knew why it was chosen. With just a smile she evoked so much emotion in him. Her voice always made him shiver, even to this day. And when she squint those gorgeous eyes at him, even in anger, he would immediately become rock solid. Now her swollen eyes were barely visible.

Thomas reached over and lifted Hazel’s chin. Her eyes were now a light brown color. He knew this always meant she was down. Her eyes stayed this color as she nursed him back to health after his car accident. When he saw that she would be by his side through thick and then, he had to marry her. When he proposed, her eyes beamed an emerald green.

As if on cue, “Beautiful” by Musiq began to play. Thomas grabbed Hazel’s hand and guided her out to the dance floor. He held her body close to his as she trembled and sobbed. He rubbed her hair and wrapped her in his strong arms. They were barely moving and were the only two on the dance floor, but they did not care.

Hazel let out tears of frustration all over Thomas’ shirt. She felt relieved that he seemed to finally understand where she was coming from. It’s not the money, the house or the cars; it is how he treats her as a woman.

Thomas gently grabbed Hazel’s hair into a bunch.

“I love how beautiful your neck looks when you pull your hair back like this. That little black mole on your neck is like a target to your hot spot. You always get goose bumps when I kiss you here” he said as he let his lips slide pass her neck.

He rocked her body to the music and slid his hands down her arms. He opened her jacket to reveal the lacey red and black corset she was hiding underneath. He grabbed her hands and wrapped them around his neck.

“I don’t know if I love how your gentle hands feel on my neck or how your full breasts feel on my chest more. I love how your breasts feel even more so since you have given me two beautiful children and four of your years.”

Thomas moved his hand down his wife’s spine and stopped at the small of her back. With his big hands, he rested on her waist. He felt his wife’s body tense as he grazed her love handles.

“With each child and each year, you have provided me with more of you to love. Every inch even more sexy. Sometimes I can’t get up from my desk at work thinking about how when you get up in the morning, regardless of what you have on, and your silhouette shows me your sexy shape. Your cute little waist. Your wide hips. Those thick thighs. Curves for days! Do you feel that?”

Thomas pulled Hazel closer to him so she could feel the hard protrusion that formed in his pants.

“You are so bad!” Hazel giggled.

“You make me this way. Baby, you are the most sexiest woman in the world to me. I love you more than I love me. Maybe I have forgotten to tell you how beautiful you are to me. Maybe I have failed to remind you that you still turn me on with the bat of your gorgeous eyes. But I will never do it again!”

Hazel gazed up at her husband and felt the warmth of his smile. She gave him a long, tender kiss as the final tear rolled down her cheek. This tear was not from sadness, but from pure joy.

“Daddy, can you take me home now?” Hazel asked.

“Only if you promise to wear that little thing I like.” Thomas replied.

Hazel scrunched her nose and looked confused at her husband.

“What thing might that be?”

“Nothing but skin baby” Thomas laughed.

Hand in hand, Thomas led his beautiful, sexy wife out of the club and to the car. As Thomas opened the car door, Hazel pulled her lipgloss out and began coating her lips.

“Why are you putting that on now?” Thomas asked.

“Shut up and drive” Hazel replied.



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Monday, April 18, 2011

You love me! You really love me! *giggles*

So I have been receiving a LOT of emails telling me I need to post some new shit (to put it nicely) and they had better be my usual raunchy short stories. *giggles* Well damn! You know I am a sucker for authority, so I shall be doing so no later than 4/20. 

I do want to take the time to give a shout out to a few folks who have been very motivational.  It is the little things that really make a big impact on me!

1) Mr. Ivory; since day one of knowing you, you have been telling me to go for it.  You have been pushing me towards my dreams.  You have been personally making sure I have all of the tools to succeed.  Dammit man!

2) Of course my family. Blah blah blah & all that mushy stuff (lol).  Although my sisters & brothers hate reading my more naughty writings because they don't want to see their sweet & innocent sister that way *giggles*.  You guys are coming around!

3) Toya "Hazel Eyes" & JC; Funny because in school we probably only knew each other in passing.  I mean, Toya you stay promoting me on the low & I am like "WOW!" everytime I find out! Girl! Now that is truly diva status!

JC; thanks for the connects SERIOUSLY!  You have been trying to put me under your wing since we started communcating on myspace.  I want to thank you for being selfless.  You just do not know how many folks don't like sharing connects because they are so afraid that you will be bigger than them one day.  You already know that we all help each other out on the come up! LANEY!!!

4) ML Jacobs of Chaklet Coffee Books; for giving the unknowns a chance to be knowns.  Yeah people! You shall be checking me out in her upcoming EROS!  An anthology of steamy stories.  Details soon to come.  Most definitely!

5) DK Walker (En El Publishing); facebook friend who stays making sure I am still writing. 

6) Special shout out to two men I do not know but always email me asking when the next posts are coming up (I also expect you two to be buying & promoting EROS); Tall chocolate & 'Dewey P.'.  Hilarious emails I might add! LOL

7) Anybody who I have come across that has given me a naughty thought or idea lol. 

If I did not mention you, please do not consider it a slight.  This was a spur of the moment thing.  Also, if you are on facebook, please be sure to LIKE my page (badge on right) & tell your friends to tell their friends.  Let's do this people!

                                                                                ~ Alecia J.

Sunday, April 3, 2011

Bitch

Bitch
That is what you call me
Frowning up when I walk your way


"That BITCH think she is all of that"
"Too high maintenance!"
and "I won't pay!"


You block my path 
so I can't pass
You let go of doors so they can close on me


Still I walk 
with my head held high,
shaking off your animosity


There is nothing you can do 
to break my stride
Da fuck I care about YOU liking ME?


All I ask is if u must
Call me "Miss Btich"
Respectfully


4-3-11

Photobook

Going through the photo albums
Reminiscing on good times
Seeing all of the smiling faces
But I can read between the lines


The picture at the park we took
holding our glasses to the sky
With painted smiles on our faces
The picture does not tell you why


That picnic was not romantic rendezvouz
No joyous occassion for two lovers
It was a picnic forced by two unhappy hearts
To see if they still loved one another


Your mother's favorite holiday picture of us
I cover my face while u snuggle my neck
What this beautiful snapshot does not reveal
Is that I was an emotional wreck


I hadn't slept from the late nite calls
From this woman claiming to have your kid
Taking her frustrations out on me
And telling me the sordid details of what you did


I covered my face because my eyes were swollen
You snuggled my neck to whisper in my ear
And it was not a sweet tale of how you love me
But begging me not to make a scene there


I flip the page of the photo album
A tear rolls down my cheek and stains my shirt
The smiling faces of you, me and your infant son
A gorgeous family, not showing the hurt


Caring for this other woman's child
Pretending that I'm okay, although he's not mine
Watching her eyes linger when she drops him off
As I smile stiffly, acting like I am fine


I hate you because our family is not OUR family
I am reminded everytime I look
And flip through the smiling faces
The phoney life in our photo book

4-3-11