It's 2006 and Beyonce just released her newest album "B'Day." She's on the covers of Vogue, adding more Grammy's to her collection and soon becoming the next best thing. In the middle of her popularity, she travels back home to Louisiana for her mot...
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THE KENTUCKY DERBY WAS KNOWN AS ONE of the most rigorous and challenging horseback competitions in the world. Riders traveled to Kentucky every year and for the first time in his career, Micheal Richardson was one of them. He continued placing the folded clothes into his suitcase, looking around his room for anything he may have forgotten.
Tomorrow, he and Josy were headed to Kentucky for the championship races. He could barely contain his anxiety, after all, this was the biggest challenge he was presented with. He had been training with Storm for the last 11 months, completing smaller challenges and taking home trophies. But he knew this would be different. Everyone competing was just like him, they had all earned one of the 20 limited spots in the starting line.
When he was finished packing, he closed his suitcase and sat on his bed. He took a moment to reflect on his life and how much everything had changed. A couple of years ago, he was battling severe depression due to being in the army and witnessing his best friend, Alister, killed. Micheal looked at the photo of them, a small smile resting on his lips. He knew Alister would be proud of how far he's come and that helped ease his anxiety.
Suddenly, he heard his phone ring quickly. He pulled it out, selling another message roll through.
I'm sorry about everything. I hate that you're going to bed angry with me.
For the past couple of days, he had been getting random texts and calls from multiple random numbers. He didn't need to be a rocket scientist to figure out who was texting him. He had blocked all her numbers but she would always make more. It was as if her mission was to harass him and make his life a living hell.
He tapped the number and just when he was about to block her, she was sent a photo. His eyebrows furrowed together as he looked closely: she was wearing a thong in bed, arching her back, and showing off her perfect ass. Her breasts were pressed against her bed and her hair was sprawled messily across her face.
Will you please acknowledge me? I'm so lonely without you.
"Jesus." The phone dropped from his hand and he pinched the bridge of his nose. The cycle was repeating once again: she would send an illicit photo and he would find himself hidden away from the world, jerking off to her photo. He knew it was just her way of trying to get his attention on her but it didn't mean it didn't drive him crazy.
For a couple of minutes, he didn't move. He tried to suppress the throbbing in his pants but nothing worked. He could still envision the arch of her back and his fingernails dug into the palm of his hands. Finally, he looked at the photo again, unbuckling his belt. Like a horny teenager, he began to jerk off while holding his phone in his left hand.
