WRITING, WRITING, WRITING AND READING.
WORKING ON MY FIRST NOVEL...LOOKING TO GET SIGNED.
"Writing is my escape into a world that has no limits, no barriers and is open to and accepting of what I can create and imagine and flow onto paper."
~Lee Lee~
HERE ARE SOME EXCERPTS FOR YOU TO ENJOY:
Lesbian Anthologies:
My heart is stricken with immense pain and my legs weaken as I watch her, listen to her, my lover with someone else. Another’s hands are touching her; feeling the softness that was intended only for me to feel. Another’s lips tasting the lips that were intended only for me to taste. My eyes, why could they not deceive me just this one time? My ears, how I wish at this moment I were temporarily deaf. Am I being punished for something that may be coming in the future; an unforeseen event. Four years of my life invested into this “forbidden love.†That’s it: forbidden is the key word.
Slowly I backed up not to be heard or noticed—wiping sweat that had settled across my forehead with the back of my hand, breathing slowly as I stand in the middle of the hallway of our home contemplating my next move. I close my eyes for what seems an eternity and my mind goes blank. Loosing self-control, I begin to walk toward the bedroom once again, take a deep breath, gripping a 9mm in my left hand as I open the door completely and step inside this nightmare.
“Ms. Jacobs, you have been charged with attempted murder. How do you plead?†The Judge waited for a response.
“Your Honor, my client pleads not guilty. This was clearly a misunderstanding; my client was upset when she walked in on her partner of four years engaging in an inappropriate conduct with another woman. Ms. Jacobs was experiencing some feelings that left her temporarily out of touch with reality; she was distraught.â€
My defense attorney was a colleague of mine and she was definitely not a force to be reckoned with.
“Your Honor, Ms. Jacobs is a flight risk; she will flee the country. I am requesting no bail be set.†The prosecutor was very adamant with his request.
“Your Honor, Ms. Jacobs is very well-known in the community and very established. Ms. Jacobs is an attorney and understands the severity of the charge brought against her. I recommend bail be set.â€
“Bail is set for $200,000.†The judge responded as the gavel hit. I lowered my head—looked over at the prosecutor and at that moment—I began preparing for my trial.
“Bailiff, take Ms. Jacobs into custody.†I was handcuffed and escorted through a black metal door, down some stairs and into a brown unmarked car. The drive was silent and all I could think about was how I came to be here; sitting in the back of an unmarked car, on my way to a facility that housed inmates. I’m an inmate. I’ll be given a number to identify who I am on the books. A number! I will no longer be Vanessa Jacobs.
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Best Friend: Off Limits or Not
“Come in and make yourself a home.†Renee removed her coat, kicked off her shoes and slipped into her plush slippers I keep at the front door. I walked into the kitchen, checked on dinner and returned with a bottle of wine.
“You know me so well Styles; I am in dire need of some relaxation. Today was, by far, absolutely tiring; so damn frustrated with this bullshit. No matter what I try to do, I’m wrong. There’s just no pleasing her.â€
“Shhhhhh,†I placed my index finger on her lips and with my other hand, I lightly grabbed the back of her neck and began to massage as she sipped her wine letting out soft moans. She enjoys my touch, I know this, but I never take it any further.
“Styles, how long have I known you now, 6 years? And you’ve been here with me, listening to me, helping me cope, talking me through the most challenging times and I always end up making the wrong choice when it comes to women. What the hell is wrong with me? I mean, really.â€
“Are you hungry Renee? I made enough as always.â€
“What did you make Styles? You are one cooking stud.†We both laughed ‘cause that was so true.
“Nothing special, just some stuffed flounder in lemon juice, roasted garlic potatoes and broccoli drizzled with cheese.â€
“Damn Styles, are you serious? Hell yes, I would love some.†As I made the plates, Renee couldn’t help herself.
“So Styles, why don’t you have a woman? What’s your deal?â€
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“Come on, let’s eat.†As always, I avoided the question and Renee didn’t ask again. This was a touchy subject for me, especially because...I’m in love with my best friend, Renee. We’ve slept in the same bed together, taken showers together, have fed each other off the same fork and not once have I ever expressed to Renee my true feelings. During dinner Renee took the opportunity to ask me about Chantel.
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“So Styles, have you changed your mind about going to Palm Springs with Chantel? You know she wants you bad, inviting you to an all expense paid trip to the annual Dinah Shore Weekend. That’s the hottest place to be for Lesbians.â€
“No, I haven’t changed my mind; Chantel is great, but I’m not ready for a relationship right now.â€
“What are you waiting for, an Angel to come down and sweep you off your feet?â€
I took a sip of wine and looked into Renee’s eyes, “Yup.†I whispered. I cleared the table and poured some more wine. This would be another cozy evening with my best friend; an evening that I always looked forward to. I didn’t have a television in the front room so we watched our favorite show, ‘The L-Word’ in my bedroom where we sipped wine, talked, and eventually fell asleep. That was our routine on Sundays; always the same scene, never changed. And always the high light of my Sunday evenings.
“Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep!â€
My alarm clock was buzzing; damn it’s Monday morning. I hit the snooze and quickly moved back in my position: providing a booty pocket for Renee. As she moved a little, I moved with her and she fell back to sleep. Ten minutes later the alarm clock went off again.
“Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep!â€
I didn’t want to move and I certainly didn’t want Renee to wake up, but I knew this would end; she would eventually wake up.
“What time is it Styles?†Renee turned over looking for the clock.
“It’s ten after 6 Renee.â€
“I have to get ready for work.†Renee slowly got up, and stretched, making the cutest face.
“What’re you lookin’ at? Don’t look at me; I look a hot mess.â€
“No you don’t, you look like an Angel that was cast down from the heavens.†Renee stopped, looked over at me and smiled.
“You’re too much, Styles.†She always says that to me.
She then walked into the bathroom. Damn, I messed up. Why did I say that, I thought to myself?
A midst of water lightly taps her soft, brown skin as she stands in my shower telling me what she has to do today. Then she asks, “Are you going to stand out there or what?†Because my feelings for her are growing much deeper, I try to avoid these innocent, yet uncomfortable encounters…making up different excuses as to why I can’t join her.
“Are you gettin’ shy on me now? Please get your ass in here,†Renee snapped, and then laughed. I told her to relax and chill, then I stepped in the shower. Renee didn’t notice but my extension was very alert and waiting for some type of acknowledgement. This was the first time I actually went through with my thoughts.
“Can you wash my back?†Renee held her washcloth behind her head, I took it and began washing her smooth, slender back. She slightly leaned forward and her nicely shaped ass appeared to be calling my name. Slide inside her, I told myself.
“Renee, I need to tell you something.†Renee attempted to turn around to face me but I asked her not to.
“What’s wrong Styles?†I quickly stepped back out of the shower and grabbed my towel as I ran into my bedroom. Renee was yelling out to me and I didn’t respond.
“Styles, what the hell is going on? What do you have to tell me?†Renee walked toward me, drenched. She hadn’t even bothered grabbing a towel before running into my room. Dripping all over the hardwood floor; her petite body was shivering now realizing she was very cold. I quickly grabbed a towel out of the closet and wrapped the soft terry cloth around her beautifully, sculptured frame. At that moment, when our eyes met, I thought she may have felt something—maybe felt what I was feeling, just for a split second.
Quickly, she turned away and sat down on the edge of the bed. Renee didn’t say anything after that scene, which proved to be an awkward moment for the both of us.
Focusing on drying off her body was her only mission, I gathered. I scurried back into the bathroom to shower. Shit, underneath my towel, my extension remained hidden. I removed the tool from my body, releasing the small straps one at a time. Then I placed my extension inside my towel and set it on the small stand that stood in the corner of the spacious bathroom. I jumped when I heard Renee’s voice coming from the opposite side of the bathroom door.
“Styles, I’m leaving now. I have some work that needs to be finished up so I won’t be able to stop by later as I planned. I’ll try to call you.â€
“Okay. Don’t work too hard.†I yelled out as I heard her footsteps fade with each step she took as she headed down the stairs. That was even more awkward, I thought. Renee never left without hugging me and planting a big kiss on my cheek. Then again, I wouldn’t have been able to stand it right now. Too much happened although no words were spoken; body language painted an obvious portrait. Now what? I thought. Does she suspect anything? Who the hell am I fooling? Why did I have to step over the line? Ok, so it wasn’t that obvious, was it? Here I am going back and forth with why this and why that. Fuck it. What’s done is done. I’ll just have to chill for now and wait to see what happens.
My cell was vibrating all over the nightstand and I reached for it quickly, checking the caller Id. Damn, I wasn’t ready to talk to her, yet I answered anyway. I was curious to see what Renee had to say.
“What’s up? No, I won’t be home this evening. Um, I have dinner plans. Yes Renee, with Chantel. What do you mean when did this take place? I know I didn’t mention it to you. Renee, what’s with all the questions? Ok. Yeah that’s fine.â€
I didn’t have dinner plans with Chantel tonight but I couldn’t face Renee right now. She sounded a little bothered when I told her about my plans. Hmm, wondering what’s she is thinking.
Days had gone by and I hadn’t heard from Renee which was unusual. I was missing her very much. I kept myself busy at work taking on as many projects as I could and I started hanging out with Chantel to keep myself occupied. Chantel was looking forward to me accompanying her to Palm Springs next week. I still thought about Renee, however. One night while I was working on some figures, I heard a knock at the door. It was Renee’s signature knock so I got up, looked in the mirror and then answered the door. Renee stood in the hallway and just stared at me until I invited her in.
“Styles, we need to talk,†she said as she walked into my apartment.
“Would you like something to drink? I’m having some wine.†I was walking passed Renee when she grabbed my arm.
“Styles, I don’t want anything to drink. I would like for you to sit down. I want to talk to you about something very important.
“Okay,†I said as I watched her pull a pack of Newport’s out of her purse, pack them, then she slid one out of the pack and place it in her mouth. Must be serious she needed a hit of tobacco before laying out some shit on the table. She looked around and took some deep breaths and some deep long drags of the cigarette.
“Styles, that day you ran out of the bathroom, I knew why you did it. I know you’re attracted to me and I’ve been feeling this from you for a long time. It’s been hard for me to try and act like I didn’t know but I can’t deal with this any longer.
(ANOTHER EXCERPT)
"Who dis?" I said when I picked up the phone.
"Don't you know, Roni?"
"Aw shit, Q is that you?" "Sup ma?"
I pulled the phone away from my ear and jumped up in the air like I was the "WoMan." Damn, she called me at work. She was feeling me. I can't believe Q is on the other end of the receiver. I been checking this girl out since she started at this company. Guess my lasting stares, casual conversations coupled with being persistent finally convinced her that I wanted to get to know her. Q was a 5 foot 4 brick house, chocolate girl, nicely stacked. She had hips for days and a plump, juicy ass that I wanted to see bounce up and down; her ass was definitely going to produce many waves as I hit it from the back.
To think, we were just passing notes back and forth last night while at our cubicles. Q is a straight woman and she was quick to tell me she was "strictly dickly." Of course, I let her know I could deliver what she was so accustomed to. That definitely drew her in; Q was surely interested in finding out if I could actually deliver. She passed me a note: You got me interested Roni, now can you deliver? I leaned into her and whispered softly in her ear, "You'll just have to find out, Q." She let out a soft moan and gave me that look. Her eyes were tellin' it all. Q wanted to know if I could please her body; she wanted to feel my strokes. Her eyes told it all. Whenever I caught her staring, she would smile.
"Roni, are you there?" I was reminiscing about her that I forgot I was still on the phone with her.
"Yeah, I'm here Q.
"What are you doing when you get off work?" She asked.
"Not a damn thang, why what's up Q?"
"I want you to come over."
I pulled the phone away again, and did a little dance, bouncing my head. Shit, shit, shit! I'm about to be all up in that honey pot. That's all I could think about. I couldn't wait for 11pm to come around.
"Where do you stay at, Q?"
"On Market St, 1224...the house with the green porch."
"Aiight, I'll be there around Midnight."
Before she hung up, she whispered in my ear:
"And Roni, make sure you come see me with what I'm accustomed to: a rock hard dick."
Click, the dial tone is all I heard after that. I stood in the break room for a moment, letting what just took place marinate for a little. Damn, I got to get out of here. I went to the supervisor and told her that I needed to leave early due to a personal issue. I'm thinkin' to myself…I needed a shot of Q's warm nectar and if I don't get it, it would be a personal issue, in deed. I grabbed my jacket and left the building. As I walked over to my truck, I thought about how I was gonna turn Q out. I hopped in my black Expedition and drove home. The drive seemed longer than usual. When I got to my crib, I ran up the stairs taking off my clothes, and then jumped in the shower. Reminiscing about Q, with her fine ass, definitely made me moist. I dried off, rubbed lotion on my body, sprayed Curve and quickly got dressed. As I went out the door, I grabbed my black bag and got back in my truck. I pulled up to a liquor store to pick up a bottle of Cask & Cream. I had over heard Q tellin' one of her co-workers that Cask & Cream was her favorite drink. I got back in my truck and drove down two blocks, turned off my headlights as I crept up close to the house. Before I got out the truck, I looked in the mirror to make sure my hat was lookin' right. I grabbed my black bag and the bottle of Cask & Cream, and then I walked up to the crib. Before I could extend my hand out to ring the doorbell, Q was slowly opening the door.
"Wow, you are lookin' damn good, girl."
Q had on a see-through baby blue teddy with some baby blue thongs. The soft color accentuated her chocolate skin. She had the perfect ass. I wanted to touch it; let my hand sink into it. I followed her into the living room admiring the paintings that hung on her walls.
"You have a very nice place; it's very cozy."
She thanked me and smiled. Jodeci playing in the background; the mood was set. I handed her the bottle, and she smiled at me.
"Good choice Roni."
She took my hand and sat me down on the couch. The crackling of the wood in the fireplace also added to the mood. Q opened the bottle and poured two glasses. She handed me the glass and I took a sip.
"I've never had creamy, dairy liquor. Taste pretty good; sweet and creamy."
I licked my lips after the statement. Q stuck her thin tongue out at me and I noticed a silver tongue ring.
“Mmm. Sexy.†Are the words that flowed from my mouth.
Q took the glass out my hand, placed it on the coffee table, and then straddled me.
"Mmm, you're wearing Curve," she whispered in my left ear as she began to nibble on my lobe.
Her warm tongue brushed against my ear lightly then trailed my neck.
"Roni, I want to feel you inside me. You’re always watching me at work. I want to tell you something; can I tell you something Roni?"
My eyes were closed and I whispered to her.
"Yes, tell me something good, Q."
Her warm breath on my neck made me tingle.
"I've been checking you out too, and I already knew you could deliver whatever I desired.
"Oh really,†I said with a look as if I didn’t already know her position in this journey she was looking forward to fore take in.
"Yes, Roni," she responded.
She placed her hands on my face and gently, she kissed my lips. Her warm tongue entered the slit of my mouth and our tongues began to dance at a pace that would eventually build up to more moistness between my legs and I’m sure the same reaction was taking place between hers. Q pulled her mouth away, looked at me and led my head to her breast. I licked my lips and made sure they were fully moist for I wanted to open my mouth as wide as I could to fully devour her size B cups. Her scent was calling for me as I licked and sucked her left nipple causing a release of soft moans. Arousing her and pleasing her deep pussy is all I craved at this point. I was there to turn her out; have that ass still feeling my extension hours after the invasion of her chocolate pussy.
"Roni, your lips and tongue feel so good tracing my nipples; the way you're sucking and teasing me lets me know you’re an expert in eating pussy. ‘Wicked Tongue’ is what I'm going to call you."
Q grabbed my hand and placed it on her navel; this was her way of letting me know I could explore her more in depth. She was ready to feel more of me. I followed the path from her navel to her most vulnerable place; a place where a stud had definitely not had the pleasure of exploring. Q continued whispering in my ear, and biting me gently. Before I touched her with my hand, I slid my index and middle finger inside her mouth; her tongue knew exactly what to do. She circled my two fingers with her warm tongue and sucked them softly. I looked deep in her eyes as I followed the path once again. Her eyes slowly closed when she felt my fingers slide deep inside her walls. Q’s body reacted the way I knew it would. Gyrating and sliding up, then down and throwing her head back. She was enjoying me, and begging me not to stop.
“Roni, your touch is driving me crazy. Mmm, I want you to deliver what I am accustomed to. Don’t stop, this shit feels so damn good! Give me that tongue, Roni. Mmm, I’m ready for that tongue.â€
“You sure you’re ready girl?â€
“Yes, Yes, Yes!â€
As she straddled me, I picked her up and took her to her bedroom, laid her down, and began my path to that vulnerable place. I traced her belly button with my tongue, kissed her inner thigh, and ran my tongue across her hidden treasure. Q reached for my head and held me steady as I began to kiss her spot. I licked her up and down and used my tongue to separate the folds and she began to move her hips with every movement of my tongue. Q held my head tighter as I began to stroke her, taking deep strokes with my tongue. Moans were becoming louder and louder, then my name began to leave her lips. She was fucking me back with her pussy. Holding my head steady and thrusting her wet opening into my face, letting my tongue enter her with every thrust. She was enjoying this; screaming my name over and over again.
“Roni, Roni, Roni!†“Do that shit Daddy, do that shit!â€
“So sweet and creamy.†I whispered.
“Don’t stop Roni, please don’t stop.â€
Tonight, Q would become another notch under my extended belt.
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