Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2004 1:59 am Post subject: Braid My Hair: A Queer Tale (Please don't be alarmed and Rea
Please read my story, I hope you'll like it. It's basically a lesbian story, but please don't be alarmed. I used lesbianism since it is an untouched and original topic in this forum board. Don't worry Iverson will be added in later on in the story ;-). Once again, I hope you'll like it and tell me what you think. :-)
As my new soul mate and I walked down the aisle and Jagged Edge’s “Let’s Get Married”, I thought to myself that I never would’ve reached this turning point in my life if I hadn’t stayed true to myself. Yea, sure, I’ve been fuckin around with 3 people simultaneously (even a manage trios ;-)) and that period was one of the wildest times of my life, but I’ve been lying to myself throughout that whole time thinking that that position in my life was good enough, at the least, and I should just be grateful. But after a little reality check from my smart but stubborn daughter, I learned that I needed to settled down and found my real love. If it weren’t for her, I wouldn’t be where I am today. To get into detail of me and my lover’s rocky relationship, let me go back in time…
It was in the summer at my crib where all the s*** started. Where Reese and me was doin the damn thang…and got caught. I met Reese Tyler while I was with Lanetta Cortez. See, what me and Lanetta had was good, real good. We were together for 18 years and we had our baby girl 14 years ago (Of course, I was impregnated by a sperm donor ;-)). Her name is Quanetta, and she’s practically a grown woman now (I made her name up by putting me and Lanetta’s names together, Quana + Lanetta = Quanetta). Anyways, ever since Lanetta had gotten that full-time job as a warehouse supervisor at Wetherill Associates, Inc. in Royersford, she’s been hella busy, always outta town, and hardly ever comes to see me and Quanetta. I was pissed and lonely as hell!!! So, I would go out at late nights to this lesbo club called Club 218 just to calm myself the hell down. It was during that moment when I met Reese. I was sitting at the bar one night and the bartender passed me a Cosmopolitan.
Q: Excuse me, I didn’t ask for this.
B: Oh that’s okay. That les over there paid for it.
I looked over by the other end of the bar and this chick winked at me. She looked aiight. She had on a black Nike hooded sweatshirt that covered her long cornrows and some baggy ass jeans that could fit another pair of legs. I went over there to thank her.
R: Hey, ma.
Q: Thank you for the drink.
R: No problem.
Q: My name’s Quana.
R: That’s cute; I’m Reese.
We were wordless after that. I didn’t really want to ask, but then I thought, “This conversation wasn’t goin no where, so, what the hell?”
Q: You wanna dance?
R: Witchu? Hell yea.
We started dancing on the dance floor. We was grasping all of the attention and I was having a ball. Then, she put her arms around my waist and started pulling me close to her. At first I felt uncomfortable but I just got caught up in the moment. Plus, I was still pissed off at Lanetta and her absence. One thing led to another and, soon enough, we ended up in my bed under the sheets. You may think Imma ho, but what can I say? It’s been a while since I got some and a bitch got needs too. Also, Quanetta was over at her friend Jade’s house, so this was the perfect opportunity. After we were fingering each other and came, Reese went down on me. I was moaning so loud, you coulda heard me in the hallway. I was feeling such passionate desire, until…you-know-who decided to make a surprise visit. The bitch could’ve at least called and said she was on her way cause I sure ain’t get the 411 and expect her to come. Little did I know we would greet one another with another woman’s tongue up my pussy…
L: Hey, boo, I’m—
Reese and I shot up.
Q&R: Oh s***.
Lanetta dropped her bags hard on the floor.
L: Oh s*** is right, WHAT THE f*** IS GOING ON HERE?!!!
Reese and I quickly dashed out of bed and got dressed. I completely shut down when I saw Lanetta’s look of sorrow and disbelief; all I could say was,
Q: Netta, it’s not what it looks like. Please let me explain!
L: (teary-eyed) No, you don’t need to explain. Sorry for messing up y’all flow. I’ll just leave.
I tried my hardest to stop her from leaving, but I guess it was my guilt that slowed me down.
Q: Lanetta, NO!!
She slammed the door before I could even touch it. I fell and leaned against it. I cried a river until my eyes and face were rosy red. Reese tried to comfort me, but I pushed her away. I fought her off of me until I finally gave up. She held me in her arms as I felt self-pity, at the same time, thought of how I fucked up my life big time…
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Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2004 7:45 am Post subject: Braid My Hair: A Queer Tale (Please don't be alarmed and Rea
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