LEMONADE

Redemption

Take one pint of water, add a half pound of sugar, the juice of eight lemons, the zest of half a lemon. Pour the water from one jug then into the other several times. Strain through a clean napkin.

Grandmother, the alchemist, you spun gold out of this hard life, conjured beauty from the things left behind. Found healing where it did not live. Discovered the antidote in your own kit. Broke the curse with your own two hands. You passed these instructions down to your daughter who then passed it down to her daughter.

I had my ups and downs, but I always find the inner strength to pull myself up. I was served lemons, but I made lemonade. My grandma said "Nothing real can be threatened." True love brought salvation back into me. With every tear came redemption and my torturers became my remedy. So we're gonna heal. We're gonna start again. You've brought the orchestra, synchronized swimmers.

You're the magician. Pull me back together again, the way you cut me in half. Make the woman in doubt disappear. Pull the sorrow from between my legs like silk. Knot after knot after knot. The audience applauds ... but we can't hear them.
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Six months later
Onika
"This is cute" I smiled showing her a dress. There is this family dinner thing is tonight and of course Bey waited until the last possible minute to actually buy a dress. It supposedly was at a fancy restaurant instead of at her parents house like it was originally scheduled to be so that made it a dressy event. Everything was mostly back to normal after the incident happened except Beyoncé won't drink alcohol anymore and she'll cry if anyone yells at her. She's been distant from men in general or anyone that has an aggressive type feel. If that makes sense.

"That wouldn't work for me, my ass isn't as big as yours" She smirked slapping my ass. I involuntary let out a moan.

"Ooh do I have you wet baby?" She whispered in a deep husky tone. Now she does. I quickly shook my head 'no' even though it was a lie.

"So if I take you into on of those dressing rooms and check it'll be ok?" I nodded my head yes even though that too was a lie.

"Lets go then" she said as she pulled me into a dressing room.

Beyoncé
I know Onika is lying about not being wet. I already know all her turn ons and I definitely were using them to my advantage. The worker gave us a room and I put the dress I had on the rack. Onika slowly walked in behind me. I turned around and gently pushed her into the wall. I pinned her arms above her head.

"So I don't have you wet huh?" I whispered in her ear.

"No" she answered.

"No what?"

"No daddy" I unbuttoned her pants and and slid my hand down them. I stuck my finger in her pussy. I pulled it out and licked the juices off.

"You know daddy doesn't like it when you lie to me baby" I stuck my finger in her wetness adding another.

"Fuck Beyoncé" she moaned.

"Apologize" I demanded picking up my pace.

"I'm- I'm so- sor- sorry daddy-SHIT- right there baby" she moaned out. I pulled my fingers and licked them clean. I kissed her making her taste herself. I pulled her pants halfway down spreading her legs in the process. I slid her thong to this side, I didn't have the time to take them off. I began to devour her pussy.