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SWEATY NIGHTS
Written by China

Part I
A cool Night
A soft breeze
Gentle rolling off the sea
Your lips on mine
Your lips on my nipples
I giggle softly and tell you it tickles
You say be quiet because you've got work to do
And I must not stop you until you’re through
Your hands journey down to my thighs
As you part them I let go a small cry

Slowly you rub your fingers across my clit
And I yell your name and say
I don't think I can take much more of this
You say its okay I'm going to take care of you
Then you ask me what I want you to do
I tell you, I want you inside of me
I want to feel your hard penis thrusting in and out
I don't want you to stop until I yell and shout
That's exactly what you do
My lips slowly sliding down the tip of your dick!

Squeezing Sharmin

The stir of the city night air in the fall bustles around a lone figure standing on the street corner observing her prey. The light from the street lamp served only to give a brighter view to the two men stalking behind their intended female victim. Both men were African American with dark complexions and both at least 6’ to 6’4” tall wearing fashionable dark blue and black jogging suits.

“It would be the young and dumb. I do so not like this black on black crime shit!” Muttered the lone figure.

The man wearing the dark blue suit accosted the young lady by her hair and slammed her against a metal fence while black suit snatched her purse from her hands.

“Yous a pretty one, I like light skinneded girls.” Dark blue suit slurred in her ear while groping her breasts through her denim jacket.

“Yo man lets just get outta here. Stick the bitch or something, but let’s go I don’t like this place.” Whined Black suit looking around nervously, “I gotta bad feelin’ Malik, let’s move it, now.”

“Yes, Malik, you better get going.” The lone figure said.

Malik and Black suit swung their heads to their left to see a 5’ 9” woman with large breasts covered in what looks like a metal bra and black leather pants.

Before Malik could respond, Black suit took off running down the block with the purse. The young girl broke free from Malik’s grasp and gave chase.

“Bitch!” Malik, with a snarling cry lunged at the woman with a butterfly knife.

The woman sidestepped Malcolm and delivered a death blow to his lower back with her fist listening to his vertebrae snap. Malik fell forward his face locked into that snarl he had in the last second of his life. Stepping over his body, the woman took off in the direction of the young woman and Black suit. Her enhanced sight and smell followed the two around the corner where they left an almost tangible trail of fear and anger.

“Ras, blood.” Lengthening her strides the woman came upon an unexpected scene.

“Bastard…fucking dick…allyuh wanna pick on a helpless woman…ya fucking almost broke me Prada bag…ya mudass…” The young woman ranted in a thick Trinidadian accent while straddling her assailant punching him in his face with her fist.

“Dead it chile! Yah getting’ off ‘im right now!”

“Alright, nah.” The young woman conceded, but not before delivering a right kick to his abdomen.

****

Sharmin John walked along side her daughter with a smirk on her face. Leave it to Venus to chase down a thug and beat him to near death over a handbag.

“A $300 Prada bag Mom!” Venus said reading her mother’s thoughts.

“Would you stop that? And where the hell you get off spending that kind of money for a purse?” Sharmin glared at her progeny and waited for an answer. Venus is beginning to act more and more like her everyday. Not good.

Venus Ascevero stood eye to eye with her mother, glaring. Sharmin has long black curly hair that falls down her back just above her waist whereas Venus chose to cut her curly sandy brown hair to the nape of her neck. Both women were considered to be voluptuous both in their breast and derriere, however, where Venus was light brown and had a flawless complexion, Sharmin was a dark mocha complexion with a long jagged scar that trails from the right side of her forehead to her neck. They looked more like sisters than mother and daughter and she guessed she would always look young because of what she has done.

“Promise you won’t get mad?” Venus asked lowering her head. Her thick Trinidadian accent was gone replaced by a humble New Yorker tonality.

“You’re my princess, baby, as long as you tell me the truth I promise I won’t get mad.” Sharmin said hugging her daughter. Her accent unlike her daughters, but a more refined patois.

“You’re such a liar. Why do parents tell that lie to their kids and then when the kids are stupid enough to believe them, they still get into trouble? I mean it’s not like I stole the purse from Macy’s or something. Nor did I sell any drugs to get it either. It could have been a gift from anybody. Like Tanty, Grandma, or Sallos.” The last tidbit, Venus practically whispered stepping back from her mother.

“Sallos gave you that bag?” Sharmin was heated. How dare he?

“Ma, he’s like technically my stepfather. I mean, what’s the harm in trying to buy the affection of your mate’s children?” With that said, Venus knew she spoke too much.

“He is not my mate. What did he give Michael?”

“Umm…it’s safe and backed by a 3 year warranty.”

“He didn’t?”

“He did.”

“Come here, Vee, I’m taking you home.” Sharmin held out her hand for Venus to take. Her hair started to fly around her face, but no wind was blowing. She was mad and her anger started to take on a physical form causing static electricity buzzing around her metal chest plate.

“Calm yourself please. I don’t want to be electrocuted thank you very much.” Waiting for her mother to calm down, Venus took note that her mother truly had a penchant for the classics. Standing there in all her warrior glory dressed like some medieval warrior. Except for the tiny leather skirt, she opted for the tight leather pants, still self conscience about the junk in her trunk.

Yanking her daughter by her arm Sharmin held her in a tight embrace. When Venus opened her eyes, she was standing in front of her grandmother’s house in Brooklyn. The house was an old fashioned brown stone 2 family house that had a dark brown double glass door on the second floor and an iron gate going towards the basement. Just above both doors was a red string dangling a small silver tablet with elaborate markings and designs. There was a small garden to the front and iron gate fencing around the front yard. The house was connected to a row of other brown stones each with a different color facing.

“Call yah brudda Michael out ‘ere this instant.” Sharmin commanded. The angrier she got the thicker her accent became.

“Before you get bent outta shape, be prepared for words.”

“What?”

Giving her mother an incredulous look, Venus continued, “He’s tight because of what you did. I know now why you did it and what it cost you, but Grandma talks a lot of junk and he just sits there and listen. That psychotic old woman is the next best thing to having you around, as scary as it is to say. ”

“I ain’t know she’s still talking dat mess. After all I hav’ done for she and for what. To hav’ me own mudda hate me. If I coulda change ever’ting I would but I can’t. She’d be dead and allyuh would be out in de streets or worse yet, be dead like me father. Look, enough of dis, call yah brudda.” Sharmin ranted.

“Hey, I know all of this. It’s really getting to us, living here with her and her spells and potions. Or as I like to call them bitch’s brew.” Venus looked at her mother noting her smiling at her little joke.

Just as Sharmin was going to say something, one of the doors opened and standing at the top of the stairs was a tall brown skinned young man with short curly black hair cut close to the scalp. Even in the darkness of the night, Sharmin could clearly see his dark brown eyes much like her own and his scrunched up thick eyebrows. At six foot two inches, Michael wore simple sweatpants and sweatshirt walking on the concrete ground in plain white socks.

“Where are your shoes, boy? The ground is cold and white socks? Get back in there right now and put something on your feet!” Sharmin bellowed. She couldn’t believe the audacity that child of hers had to come out in no shoes and in white socks no less.

“I am not a boy.” Michael growled flashing into the house and flashing back to the angry glare of his mother.

“Where is it?”

“Where is what?” Michael asked innocently.

“Show her Mike, before she skins us.” Venus said.

“Aww, man. You told? Don’t get mad, Ma.”

Throwing her head up towards the sky Sharmin shouted, “Why is everyone telling me not to get mad?”

“Would you just show her the damn car!” screamed Venus telepathically in herbrother’s mind.

“You told her, why?” he whined.

Frustrated, projecting the images to her older brother as to the events that lead up to their mother’s anger.

“Dumbass. How could you let some humans snatch you like that?” Michael questioned Venus mentally as they began to walk towards his new car. Lucan was trying to buy their affections and damned if it wasn’t working.

“They were downwind for one and another how was I to know that Ma would be there poof herself to my rescue?”

“We are Family; we do not stoop to such games it is beneath us.”

“You sound like Ma.”

“You two better start speaking verbally or it’s my foot in both your asses!” Sharmin growled as she noticed that Michael and Venus kept staring at each other.

Michael and Venus stopped in front of a blood red 2006 Ford Explorer. He forgot all about his mother and began to rub his new car in an almost sensual way that made both his mother and his sister raise their eyebrows.

****

Sitting on the front steps, Sharmin stayed quiet as she listened to the latest events in her kids’ lives. God, how she missed them, Michael, 23 years old and handsome as ever, Venus just 22 years and already a woman in her own rites. They were special in every sense of the word. Her reason for breathing and her reason for dying. Sharmin should have noticed the hairs on her neck standing on end or the fact Michael and Venus abruptly stopped talking. Turning her neck to look over her shoulder, Sharmin looked into the angry suspicious eyes of her mother, Merri Ascevero.

“Wha allyuh doin’ out ‘ere dis late?” Merri asked her grandchildren.

“Hello, Mami.” Sharmin said. Her mother looks the same as she always remembered her. Short kinky gray hair brushed into two plaits pinned to the side of her head and her amber eyes were slanted upward glaring at her from medium brown skin. Sharmin always thought her mother was beautiful, especially her figure because she was curvy with ample bosoms. A typical hour glass shape and for seventy years old her mother looks as if she’s in her early fifties.

“There is no familiarity between us.” Merri said between clenched teeth and with that she threw a foul smelling elixir on Sharmin.

“Eeewwww! What the hell was that?” Venus screeched.

“Smells like elephant shit!” Michael exclaimed.

Sharmin didn’t want to give her mother the satisfaction of seeing her cry much less runaway, but the odor was burning her eyes causing them to tear up and she couldn’t trust her mother not to gut her with a silver steak knife. The woman was truly deranged.

“I gone.” Sharmin hugged herself and blinked out of her mother’s home.

“Was that necessary Grandma?” Michael stood in front of his grandmother glaring down at her.

“If ya expectin’ me to flinch or feel scared, ya got another ting comin’. Allyuh try an’ fuck wit me allyuh gonna know where balli grow.” Merri stomped into house holding open the door waiting for Michael and Venus.

“Are you fuckin’ crazy? Don’t ever do that to Grandma again. The bitch is crazy who knows what she’ll do to us.” Spoke Venus in Michael’s mind.

“I know. I know. But that shit was uncalled for. Now I’m aggi. I’m going to change and go out for awhile.”

“I would wait awhile or at least until she is asleep. Can I ask you something?” Venus turned around to face Michael before entering the house.

“Yeah?”

“Where does balli grow?” with that Michael pushed his sister inside the house after asking that redundant question.

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