Respect yourself

Faith...

I was really working hard not to allow love to find it's way back into my heart or soul again. I've been hurt by many. However, the pain that stayed in my spirit the longest was the pain caused by a man. He was my fiancé Pierre Bordeaux. I met him at a card and dominoes party two years ago. I said a silent prayer to the Lord the minute I laid eyes on this man. "Lord have Mercy" God I loved this man more than peach cobbler and vanilla ice cream. Until I caught him knocking boots with my best friend Janelle Baxter in the fuckin Jacuzzi at the Ramada Inn. They both couldn't believe their eyes when I walked up on them. A woman's intuition is a motha fucka. I tried to snatch Janelle by her hair to pulled her skinny anorexic looking ass out of the Jacuzzi. Pierre tried to stop me and caused me to fall into the Jacuzzi too. Lord, why did that man try to help that scandalous BITCH? I jumped out of the Jacuzzi and picked up a lounge chair then threw it at Pierre's head. I tried to knock the dog shit out of him, unfortunately, I had to settle for the red substance that protruded from his broken nose and busted lip. Pierre just stood there looking at me as if I had lost my mind and you know I think I did. I felt light headed, like I had stepped outside of myself, staring at the man I had loved so freely, the one I had given my mind, body and soul to, only to be betrayed by the two people closest to my heart. "Oh beating heart please be still." When I looked around there was no sign of Janelle anywhere I thought to myself it's not over until that skinny BITCH bleeds.

#1 Stunner

Jermaine…

I normally don't get emotionally attached to the ladies. They know up front that I'm not the settling down type of guy. I'll give them the time of their life for one night. I'll do whatever their heart desire. So, I was taken a little by surprise when I noticed my nature start to rise just by watching Faith Stewart walk down the isle to get to the ladies room. No woman has ever had that kind of effect on me. No woman has ever made my jimmy stiff unless it was being sucked, stroked, licked or deep inside the sugar walls of one of my freaks. My eyes were hypnosis to her voluptuous ass, her hips danced to a rhythm of their own, my eyes were glued on her until her body disappeared into the ladies bathroom.

Simply Beautiful

Olu

She was beautiful with the sexiest lips, her smile took my breath away. She was 5'2" with a chocolate smooth complexion, she was a full figure woman with warm brown eyes. She had nice full breast and the sweetiest ass. I'm a breast and ass man myself. I like my women a little thick, but curvaceous and she was blessed with all that. Damn! she had the sexiest walk. I enjoyed watching her hips sway to the rhythm of their own drum. I can't believed I was already fantasying about what was underneath that sexy black strapless dress she wore.  My heart was pounding. I only seen this woman for 3 minutes and I already had a desire to caress her softly and thrust her deeply within her warm milky secret garden.

It feels so good it must be a sin

Faith

He took his finger out of my sugar walls then outlined my lips with my own sweet nectar, then he instructs me not to lick it off. It's not for me but for him to devour later.

Excerpt from Faith, Finally, Fulfilled ....by Faye Brown. That would be me! I'm so excited about it. Please look for my new novel in bookstores in the spring of 2008. You don't have to read this book in a closet it's ok to embrace your sexuality. You might want to have someone dear to you close by cause it's going to get HOT!! Thanks for your support.

This book is a work of fiction. Name, character, places, and incidents are products of the authors imagination or/and used fictitiously. Any resembleance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental

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