Short story Chapter One.

Tears rolled down her face as she listened on the line. "Jones residence." Said the woman on the phone. She had went through Demetrius's phone and saw the number "Home" which she thought was suspicious since he said he lived alone and had never given her the number. When she thought about it she had never been to his home within the last year that they had been dating. 

"Hello?! Jones residence." She could hear children in the background. Did Demetrius live a double life?

  

"Hello ma'am. I am calling on behalf of Child's Gym. We are having a special. Two children for the price of one and wanted to know if you would be interested." Jade said.

"Oh that sounds like a lovely idea! But I'll have to talk it over with my husband." Mrs. Jones responded. 

"That sounds good ma'am. Why don't I take down your information and we can send you some information about our facility in the mail. That way you can show your husband."

"Oh that's perfect! What information do you need?"

"I just need your name, telephone number and address ma'am." 

"Oh okay. Well my name is Delilah Jones..." 

"And your husbands name ma'am?"

"...Oh his name is James Demetrius Jones."  Jade's heart dropped.  12 months dating Demetrius and she didn't even know his name was James.  

"Hello are you still there?" Delilah asked.

"Yes ma'am I'm here. What is your telephone number?" 

"My cell number is 555-6875." 

"And your address?"

"611 Pacfic Avenue."

"Thank you ma'am I will send an information packet to you as soon as we disconnect. It was a pleasure speaking with you Mrs. Jones. Have a good day now."

"Wait I didn't catch your name."

"My name? My name is Jessica."

Well nice speaking with you Jessica. Goodbye."

Jade sat there staring at the information she had written down. Demetrius was really James. James Demetrius Jones. The man she had dated for a year she didn't even know. She dialed Demetruis's telephone number. 

Ring ring.

"What's up baby! I was just thinking about you. Where are you? Let's meet at Starbucks on Lincoln." 

Jade let out a deep sigh."alright I'll be there in ten."

Jade hung up the phone and made a u-turn in her 350i.  She sped down Lincoln Boulvard and parked right next to Demetrius's car.  She walked in and spotted him. He walked up to her and handed her a coffee. 

"Hey babe. How's your day going?" 

"It's going great! How's Delilah and the kids?" 

Demetrius's face froze like he had just seen a ghost. 

"Baby let's go back to your place and discuss this."

"I am fine where I am. YOU ARE MARRIED DEMETRIUS?? Is your name Demetrius or is that your middle name? Is your name Demetrius or James? Do you even love me like you say you do? I don't even know who you are." 

Jade stood up and slapped Demetrius. Then she walked out of Starbucks, went into her trunk and busted out all of his windows. She got into her 350i and sobbed like a baby. A whole year she had wasted on Demetrius. They had made plans to travel the world together and get married in Paris, France. They had made plans on having kids. Two. One boy and one girl. The boy would be Demetrius. The girl would be Jaden.  All of these plans they had made together and they were all a lie. 

*knock knock knock* 

Jade lifted her head from her steering wheel. 

"Ma'am I am Officer Parker. We had received a call that you were spotted vandalizing a car in the parking lot. Will you please step out the car?" 

Jade screamed, "FUCK!" as she stepped out the car. 

"Ma'am you are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do..." 

Jade could hear the police officer speaking but she could not hear his words. This day went from bad to horrible in just a matter of minutes.

Why Social Network Stalkers ((SNS)) Suck.

Social network stalking is defined as constantly checking someone's twitter, Instagram and/or Facebook that you are not friends with and/or follow.   Everyone has fell victim of stalking someone ((including me)) but I'm here to tell you how WRONG social network stalking ((SNS)) really is... 

Before I go into the reasoning of why social networking is wrong I'm gonna give you the infamous types of stalkers. 

One: The baby mom/dad 

This is the typical stalker IF AND ONLY IF she/he hasn't moved on. Typically BMs are more known to be stalkers than BDs but both are just ridiculous. BMs will stalk their BD and then tell him he can't see his kids this weekend because of something he tweeted.  In the same breath, BMs will tweet that their BD ain't shit because he never wants to see the kids even tho clearly he can't bc he BM is playing cat and mouse with him NOT because he doesn't want to. BM/BDs are the worse stalkers bc they make the kids pay for their insecurities. 

Two. The side chick 

The side chick is as bad if not worse than the BM. The side chick is envious and will SNS anyone who she thinks is in the way between you and her.. That means she will stalk you, your BM and your new chick. The side chick who isn't content with being a side chick will cause havoc for anyone involved bc everyone she stalks she thinks tweets/posts are directed towards her. 

Three. The ex girl

The ex girlfriend is annoying but normally she doesn't stick around for long ((unless you let her)).  The typical ex is going to stalk your shit following break to see if you're fucking with someone else just so she can have someone else to blame  for y'all breakup. In the beginning of a breakup an ex girlfriends SNS is real! It's like a way of life.. She wanna know what you're doing since you're not with her. The best way to deal with an ex is to BLOCK HER!! At least until things calm down bc an ex still in her feelings is bound to think EVERY tweet and/or post is about her or y'all relationship or you dissin her. 

Four. The rat pack 

The rat pack is the least of your worries. The rat pack is when a group of girls get together and stalk peoples social networks for fun or to gossip. The only bad thing about a rat pack is you have more than one person stalking you is EVERYTHING is seen. 

Now that I have introduced your typical SNS.. Let me explain to you why SNS is lame! 

1. It throws you off your game. So let me throw in a scenario.  So let's say female A starts dating a guy and then the SNS: the ex finds out about her and starts talking mad ish online. The minute female A starts looking through the ex girls twitter/IG/Facebook she has already started to lose.. Now, female A has also become a SNS. The reason why SNS throws you off your game is because while female A is busy SNS the ex and the ex is busy SNS the new chick.. Who is giving the dude attention?? Both chicks SNS each other and female B has slid into the picture undetected and now female B is winning while female A and the ex continue to lose. 

2. It psychs you out.  SNS someone who is not worried about you will have you psyched out.  So female A tweets lyrics from a song saying "fuck bitches" and female B gets to trippen thinking that tweet was about them and gets mad when in reality the shit was a lyric.  This is the main reason why SNS is dumb because mfers will really think every tweet is about them when it's not. 

3. You have better things to do. The last reason being a SNS sucks is because there are better things in life then to SNS someone. Whenever you get the urge to stalk someone you should find other things to do... For example I SNS when I'm on twitter and bored so.. When I'm bored I play games on my iPad so that boredom will not turn me into a SNS. 

We'll I hope you enjoyed. Comment your opinions below. 

G-Spot

She woke up in the morning horny and wanting sex.  Her husband was away on a business trip so she decided to take out her toys.  She turned porno on the television and lubed up her dildo.  Satisfying herself always made her miss her husband but tonight the mood she was in she had to do something.  She slid the dildo into her vagina and started rubbing against her clitoris.  She could feel her body temperature rising. She move the dildo around in her vagina finding her G-spot. Once she found it she placed the dildo against her G-spot moving it gently so that she could feel vibrations inside of her.  She placed her clitoris in- between her ring and index finger gently flicking it back-and-forth between her fingers.  She could feel the orgasm coming.  She concentrated on the moans coming from the television and began to thrust her hips.  She began to thrust her hips and flick her clitoris faster and she grinned on her dildo hard.  She was going to climax.  Suddenly, her body felt warm all over and her legs began to become numb. Shelat out al oud and moan trying to control her hands.  She Mongtowe and gas for air.  She threw her dildo on the floor as she continued to rub her clitoris. The orgasm she was having had her going crazy.  She moaned and she rubbed as her vagina throbbed.  She gasped.  She had given herself the best orgasm ever.  Laughing at herself she got up and cleaned up the mess she made.  She thought to herself, what a wonderful day way to start my day. 

What is love?

What is love?

Love is the feeling I get when I see you

Love is cuddles on the couch

Love is massaging your back

Love is date nights

Love is praying for you

Love is looking into your eyes

Love is' I miss you' text messages

Love is being in your arms as I sleep

Love is wanting the best for you

Love is the feeling I get when I think of you

Love is how I feel about you

Love is that I never want this to end

Love is me

Love is you

Love is me and you

Why Females Don't Get Along

There are two main reasons why females don't get along:

1. BOYS/MEN

2. LOOKS



BOYS/MEN

The main reason females do not get along is because of the opposite sex.  The biggest reason why we have this problem is because when DATING, we sometimes forget that we are just DATING!! When a female meet a guy and you start dating sometimes females forget that they aren't the only one HE is dating so when they hear/find out about another female that female INSTANTLY becomes their competition.  This is where the female starts losing.  When she's thinking it's just her, she's doing her best to impress the nigga but when she KNOWS there is someone else.. EVERYTHING you do you try to compare.. In her mind Bitch A is thinking, "he really wasn't hungry today, is it because he already ate at Bitch B house" psyching herself out worrying more about what her nigga and Bitch B is doing rather than worrying about herself.  Now this female is instantly her arch enemy all because they both misunderstood the definition of DATING..

LOOKS

Another reason why females don't get along is because they're always comparing looks.  When you're worried about someone else's looks, you are INSTANTLY LOSING.  You're too worried about the next bitch not looking better than you you have no type of self-esteem.  If YOU think you look good, YOU look good no matter how the next bitch is dressed.  Only bitter low-self esteem bitches hate other females over looks anyway.

So..

Basically.. females hating each other is just some basic ass shit!

Survivor.

So I survived another month of August. My anxiety wasn't as bad this time and the nightmares really didn't come. Maybe like once or twice. Really, I'm just thankful to be here healthy and not having any major malfunctions. Well now that I've survived I believe I can finally put this nightmare in the past where it belongs. 

Trauma

I tell myself this is all my imagination playing tricks on me.  That I am okay sleeping alone.  But I toss and turn and the minute my eyes close the nightmares begin... 

It all started as a normal day, going to work like usual. I had my niece Ja'Naya with me but she didn't have a car seat so Michael, Shaunte, her daughter, my niece and I stopped by the daycare to see if there was a car seat for her... That's all I remember.. Michael, Shaunte and her daughter all going inside the daycare and Ja'Naya and I staying inside the car... 

Next thing you know.. I'm waking up in UCD wondering what the hell is going on.. I guess this is why I have Post Traumatic Stress Disorder... Because I have these dreams where something traumatizing is happening to me and I can't remember it at all.. Just like in real life.. 

No one understands why 5 years later I'd still have traumatizing nights over this but I literally lived a nightmare. I look beautiful now but there was a time where half of my face was paralyzed like a stroke victim.. August has always been the hardest month for me.. I pray every August I make it without breaking.