A composition of erotic stories for my black women. Read the introduction

"𝙄𝙣 𝙖 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙤𝙨, 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙢𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙚."

Much can be inferred about a man from his mistress: in her one beholds his weaknesses and his dreams. For Joseph Gabes, Naomi Treaks is his weakness. With them both having been together in a past relationship several years ago, the sexual and emotional tension is still as hot as it was when they were in high school. But with Joseph being happily married to the "love of his life", getting rid of that tension won't be the easiest task. Naomi, being a single with an abundance of sex appeal knows what his weaknesses are that would make him do anything she asked of him. Having this hold on him seems to be working in both of their favors..but what goes up must also come down. Will the role of Naomi being his mistress do more harm than good?

Everybody's like He's no item, Please don't like em, He don't wife em, He one nights em, I never listened No, I shoulda figured though, All that shit you was spittin' So unoriginal, But it was you So I was with it, Then tell you the truth, Wish we never did it . These are the lyrics Malaysia faces everyday as she gets closer and closer to August Alsina. Will they be true or just another voice inside her head? Just when you think nothing can get any worse than it already is, you realize it can.

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Kamille Jacobs is a 18 year old with a whole lotta ambition and brains. She graduates her hell hole of a highschool and escapes her bullies and will soon become an assistant for the one and only August Alsina. How will she learn to deal with his rude ways, side hoes, smoking problem, and mean fans? How will August learn to respect Kamille and her big personality? Could they possibly even grow to have a connection ? And what about the other guys chasing Kamille? Do they stand a chance? Read this urban ghetto love story to find out.

"Bestie!?", he called. 'Don't talk to me, nigga. You make me sick', she hissed walking into her bedroom. "Bae, don't be like dat. You know that I was only looking out for your ass, girl", he said following behind her, grasping her by the arm pulling her body against his. 'Man, just leave me alone, Chris', she responded vehemently. "You mad at me", he stated leaning down placing a kiss to her forehead. 'Ya damn skippy', she agreed. He sighed, "What can I do to make it up to ya? You know I ain't sorry, but I don't like fa ya ass to be mad at me. You know I love you, right?", he asked. She did not say anything. "Right?", he asked, arms tightening around her. 'I guess, now let me go', she grumbled trying to unwind his arms from around her. He kissed his teeth, "You guess? Don't fuckin' play wit' me, Mor", he said staring down at her, nostrils flaring. If there was one thing he hated for sure it was when she doubted his love for her and she knew this. She rolled her eyes being done with this conversation. She just wanted to lie down on her comfortable bed and wallow in her misery for a little while without the very cause of it being in her presence. They, Chris, a couple of friends, and her were out chillin' when she was approached by a cute guy. They were talking when Chris approaches them hanging all over her and ran him off. She just wanted to find someone. She felt like she was ready to love someone deeper than platonically, but now she feels like she probably never will with Chris around. This isn't the first time he has done this either. It is actually around the fifth and she is fed up with his shit. She found herself on her bed with Chris on top of her lying between her legs kissing on her neck. 'Stop', she breathed shoving at his shoulders. "You still mad?", he asked in between kisses. She grunted in annoyance, 'Stop', she ordered, but he continued. "Then no", he denied then proceeded to fuck her back to sleep.

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