excerpt- her kiss was never mine

COPY EDITOR (PAID WELL) HAS PROOFED VERSION, THEY DONT GIVEM BACK TO ME AFTER THEY GO THROUGH THEM THEY SAY I ADD SHIT - RECANT-IM WRITER NOT SPELLER (LAST OF THE TWO FINGER TYPERS) LOL

1] Only novel written with narrator, except for first one i wrote in college called MY SPIT. I write like i am talking to the reader, first person only mostly.

2] I just had some minor oral surgery this monday setting up for major oral surgery on the 27th, so forgive me for not hitting up blogs like i used too, but stitches in the mouth and gums and loose teeth dos that, and i wont tell you what happened, dont want yawl to get the wrong impression.

3] I wont be in academia full time, I still teach stat 1 an stat 2 at Clark Atlante Univ. Albeit they trying to ge me there full time and as to why, check this

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This was Foia’s third trip to see him in two months. Allistar had given Foia $400.00 to go out to see and learn the city. He had also informed her of a shoe outlet that he had seen and hat maybe she could spend the money there. It was hard to get her out of the house without him. He didn’t mind really, since he was a homebody himself. But he wanted her t still be independent and thought it was important for her to know that he still and would always love her as the free spirit she was. He also didn’t want her to think that she had to be under him all the time, although he would never refute such an action. He simply adored her, her eyes, her voice, and her walk. Her hair her laugh and the clumsy way she held him at night while at the same time trying to have the entire bed to herself. It was funny to him, for she had expressed that he was the best pillow ever.

She was in the back playing with his son; they seemed to hit it off very good. He didn’t know about her trying to play catch with him, or chasing him around the house, with her self professed goofiness, but he liked the smiles that they seem to evoke when interacting with one another. Allistar wanted her to be herself; no relationship could or would work without that understanding.

“Yawl stop playing now, Foia, you need to stop before you bump your head. As she came from the laundry room and through the bathroom, she hit a flight of stairs on her chase with my son, and hit her head above the doorway, slamming immediately to the ground. Before he could get there she jumped up said, “I knew I was gone fall or some shit,” and laughed. He laughed too, maybe it were here teddy bare house shoes of pajama’s with pink pigs on them.

“Woman gets ready, ok?”
“Ok.” She turned back around and wrapped her arms around his neck and proceeded to place her nose in a humble manner in the crease of his neck. He inturn took a deep inhalation of her hair and held her back. He smacked her on the ass as if to say get moving.

When she was ready, he had started the grill by now. Her hair was brown simple but dazzling. Her completion was smooth and her shades, large and orbital like and provided the thought I ones mind that they made her face more alluring. She was wearing a purple dress. Her back was displayed and the pattern was one of multiple concentric circles with a dash of white. The outfit looked delicious to Allistar and conservative at he same time. She had made certain than he knew it was a Nelson Pilay dress and that he was one of her favorites. It was sophisticated garment non-the less, made of a light fabric he could not discern and exaggerated her hips and ass as if they were semi-precious stoned. She again said thanks and kissed him on his lips.

So you know where you going? Back to the main road, swing a left and left and drive till you get to exit 27. You been there before ok?”

“Ok, I’m gone miss you.”
“Me too, be safe.”

By the time the grill was finished and he had taken his son to a friends to spend the night, he walked out side after his shower, which followed a second steak prepared cowboy style , and walked outside. He was considered a loner by most, a flirt and highly sexual person. But he was also a dedicated family man and eclectic who loved life for living sake. He would walk and often think to himself that he could hear the stars. He cherished his land as if it was his child and family. Panoplied in the sartorial grace of a stolen hotel tile and an sixteen ounce Bush beer in his had, he walked. His dog, half wolf and half Rottweiler, joined him as he did each and every night he walked his property or came outside. Haussa was his name.

He returned to the house , and laid on his bed. The room and sheets stilled were embellished with her bouquet. By the time he had positioned his pillows into the maximum comfort position, there was a knock at his door. He lived in the country an did not have a door bell. He stepped over her bags and opened it.

She came to the door with a long coat and heels and a smile that made one visualize maple and sugar. She dropped straight down to the floor and said, “I am about to wake up what’s mine

She seemed to be greedy, attempting to take all of him into her throat and never wanting me to stop.

Next she walked him slowly into his bedroom and sat him down upon the edge of the bed. She slowly took her coat off and showed that burning yet passionate smile again and sat right in his lap. Her nipples vibrant and hard were all up in his face. She started to ride him, first slow then speeding up her pace, grinding harder and allowing him to go deeper than any man had entered her before

He couldn't’t let her have her way entirely. He wanted to be in control a little and give her some dick. He flipped her over like some one off of WWWF on to her back exposing the wildness of her legs in the air. Her level of flexibility made him even harder and he started to beat and long and slow stroke her. By the time he saw her eyes fading back and forth from the recesses of her head, she begged for him to stop. But she did not want that, like I said, she was in a greedy state of mind and would pull him by his butt when he even attempted to long and slow stroke her.

In side she knew that he had matched every criteria she had written in her journal for a man. He was smart, successful, loved kids, funny and easy to talk too. And he had meat; her aunt’s told her growing up that when u select a man he had to have meat. Allistar had meat. Fat and long and thick country sausage meat. She wanted it but couldn't take it. He could see this and went back to trying to maximally penetrate and bury himself in her and slowly pull it out. all the way, and then slowly sliding it up the roof of her wetness entering under her clit, and back at the base of her spine, where he wedged himself in like a lamprey.

He picked her up; her legs still wrapped around his waste and took her into the shower. He turned the water on and started to wash her. First with his hands and next directly with the bar of carrot soap he had picked up in South Africa. He began to kiss her on his neck and the soap soften skin of her structure led him to turn her around placing her against the wall and started to take her breast in her mouth, using his hands such to get both nipples in at the same time. Eventfully his tongue bathed its way to the top of her pubic hair and on below. It was cut in the form of a straight line down the middle.

Then he carried her still damp in his arms, back to the bed and entered her again. The next morning he woke up first, she way still asleep. She was his cover and just looking at her in slumber made him smile. He went outside, nude as usual and looked at his flowers. He gently picked a red rose from one bush and returned to the house
He approached the bed and easily slide the flower in her hair. She woke up briefly, gazing into his eyes as if she was looking in his heart. Her heart, for he owned it and she had given it to him.

For Foia, Allistar was a dream, a man, a real man and it was difficult that this dream was true. After all, she had listened to her girls and other women say repeatedly how difficult it was to find a good man. But she had, albeit under the auspicious circumstances of being out of a trip with a married man. She felt that it was meant to be and that nothing would ever separate her from her prince charming.

Hey you”, she said in a morning whisper. He kissed her on her forehead and moved the hair from in front of her eyes.

“Good morning pound cake.”

“What you doing, hanks for my flower.”

“You welcome, nothing, lounging, waiting for you to wake up so I can smell you in my embrace again.”

“I don’t want to go.” She said, returning all of her face t the pillow. I don’t want to leave you. I want t stay with you, in my bed with you.”

“Our bed, and don’t want you t leave me either. I get a hollowing pain each time I take you to the airport.”

Allistar looked deeply into her eyes again. He pained at the sadness they displayed and clasped his hand over hers and said, “Don’t worry, I’m gonna make you my wife, my woman for life, so keep that and me in your heart please?”

“But I’m gone miss you, and my kisses and my meat.” She laughed and so did he. She continued slowly and like a diva stated, “you better not be down her fucking nobody else why I am gone.”

They both laughed again. She slid her hand on his thigh and laid her head back on the pillow as if she was looking at his thigh. She moved her hand to his member, which was resting down his thigh and started to get the response she desired immediately With it to its maximum length and stiffness, she commented, “now that’s what I’m talking about and you better not.”

Her flight was six hours away, ad that meant four since he had to get her to the airport early for her take off her shoes and made sure she was no terrorist. She dressed slowly, only attending to the mirror in the bathroom and the occasional turn to check on his where abouts. If she could no see him she would call out his name loudly in the 4000 square foot house. “Allistarrrrrrr.”

“I’m her in the kitchen, what ya need hon?”
“Nothing, you were making me miss you. I don’t want to leave.
Walking back to the bathroom, Allistar placed his had against the door frame and just looked a her. “I don’t want you to leave, wish you would relocate, and you know I have to work tomorrow.”
“But that don’t change my feelings.”
“Well look at it this way, you going back home and you are going to Toronto with your girls.”

She held calm for a minute. She forgot that she had told him about the trip. She had put on a pink beaded and lace top. It was sequenced a little and embroidered with flowers. Levi’s would complement he remainder of her outfit. He had bought them for her on her first trip to see him, when it was her goal to get him some jeans – which she did.

As they drove to the airport, she clasped her palm over his fist. It was on the stick shift, a bad habit of his from driving a standard shift vehicle for most of his life, with the exception of that burgundy and white 74 Cutlass Supreme he bent while in college. He was still a truck man, albeit he could afford a BMW 700 class or Range Rover. His Ford pick-up truck suited him just fine.

Now, I know I indicated that this story is about Alistar, but given the situation, I would like to interject something on my personal behalf. Allistar and I kicked it, I mean really kicked it. That one-town, bluff city Ten-a-Ki thang. And I must add that we were both quite the ladies men. I was more refined and his bunch were for lack of a better word were incorrigible and recalcitrant at best. But we did kick it. Maybe it was the party circuit or one of his impromptu pol parties with around twenty guest, fifteen of which would be women.

At these Lagnaf’s , as he called them, only the top self of folks would be there, there was his best friend, at least on of the Rory Stain, III, often referred to as Cadillac, who was heir to one of the largest African American owned Banks. In appearance, one could suppurate how he gathered his name given he was as large as the said vehicle. There was also Railhead. Ballplayer and scholar in the old school Memphis make and model. He was a reformed distributor of pharmaceuticals. Had sent both his sisters to college while he himself went to the Navel Academy on an academic scholarship. Then there was his next door neighbor, Blue, who was really road dog number one and just as wild, if not wilder when it came to women as Allistar was. Cat Daddy was still a distributor of pharmaceuticals and had parleyed such into a string of car washes. Allistar himself was no deacon, giving his past dealings with weapons.

Last would be someone such as myself, whose father was a Plastic Surgeon and the firs to attend and graduate from the University of Notre Dames Medical School. I actually looked up to him. Although I would be attending prep schools around the Eastern Seaboard, and just as smart, he would be in both worlds at the same time; the gutters from Glenview park to Castalia heights to Nigeria and Zimbabwe.

Maybe that is what is so surprising, a man who wet through a woman one every two to three weeks, and him biting had for this one. But as I will repeat, this is only speculation on my half based on conversations, emails and other forms of correspondence.

He loved the way she gripped his fist. He loved her touch period. Foia found what she could only perceive as a dream. She often thought to herself that he was too good to be true. She found him exceptionally handsome and cocky and assertive yet kind at the same time.

But in her heart I suspect, she was still uncertain, not of him, but of herself. Was she ready to make a commitment for life to him, to have his children, to travel the globe with him? She knew that she was planning no trip to Toronto with her girls. But rather had aggreeed to meeting the man of letters, NAME in Los Angeles. He would always be first in her heart. It was his fame morso than the individual that did it to her. To her, she believed there was nothing more stimulating, than having sex with a man with fame and power. Or what she perceived to define fame and power in her eyes. If she loved Allistar, inside she knew that such could not happen. Not to mention NAME was a married man with two children.

This was her first lie and it pained her.