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Gay For My Bae
By
Keeshia K.
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What’s Up Fam,
Wow, there have been so many changes and happenings since my last letter. Too many to actually roll call at the moment but I will say this, please make sure you take care of yourself, spiritually, mentally, emotionally and physically. This world we live in can get crazy and we need to make sure that we are prepared as much as we can be to take it on.
Now that the heavy stuff is out the way, let me get into the book in hand, “Gay For My Bae”. This novel was a fun and crazy read. It reminds me that you MUST be careful what you wish for because you just might get it. I really enjoyed reading this one and I know you will too!
With that being said, keeping in line with tradition, we want to give respect to a vet or trailblazer paving the way. In this novel, we would like to recognize:
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Jonathan Abrams is an American journalist and author of my new favorite book, “All The Pieces Matter: The Inside Story of The Wire”. Anyone who knows me knows that, THE WIRE, is one of my ABSOLUTE favorite TV shows ever. The book that Jonathan Abrams wrote breaks down The Wire by giving us behind the scenes information told by the writers, cast members and crew of the show. I am a huge fan and what this book proved to me was, you can never know all there is to know. If you are a fan of The Wire, this book is a MUST READ. If you haven’t seen The Wire, then read this book first and then check it out! You won’t be disappointed.
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CHAPTER ONE
TAEVONNE
“I knew this nigga was gonna do me dirty,” I thought as I tried my hardest to stop more urine from trickling into my draws.
We should’ve just gone to the JOP to get married. At least then, if he pulled this stunt I wouldn’t be standing at the alter solo looking dumb as shit.
“Um, Ms. Colby, I have another wedding to perform in thirty minutes.” Reverend Miles whispered to me across the alter. “What would you like to do?” He asked.
How the fuck do I know? I thought. He acted as if I had him somewhere hidden and didn’t want the room full of guests who were waiting on me to see him.
“Baby, you want me to go see where this dude at?” My father walked up to me and asked. I could tell he was embarrassed for me, and it only made me feel even worse.
“No, I…I’ll go,” I told him as I farted thinking about this walk of shame I’m getting ready to take. I handed my red rose bouquet to my girl Stacy. She looked like she wanted to throw up as she took it from me.
What the fuck was
your face screwed up for? You ain’t the one in the wedding gown, bitch. I thought mad about it all. You also ain’t the one who has to take the walk of ‘No Groom’ shame.
I turned around facing the semi crowded church. I lifted the train of my dress up so I wouldn’t trip and headed to the back of the building. As I pushed down the aisle, I refused to look at the faces of my family and friends. I ain’t need no more pity. What fucking good would that do me?
I finally made it to the back when all of a sudden, I felt like I was about to pass out. I needed to get some fresh air and gather my thoughts. If I didn’t I knew I was about to suffer one of the many panic attacks that had stricken me all of my life.
I pushed open the church doors and my stomach flipped at what I saw outside. My fiancé’. He was sitting down fully dressed in his sexy navy blue tuxedo smoking a Capone. From the back I was looking at his fresh haircut and his broad shoulders that hugged me this morning saying he was proud he was going to be my husband.
“Bronco, what’s going on? Why you out here instead of inside? You know what time it is right?” My voice was really low at first and I wondered if he heard what I said.
He looked up at me. “Tae, we need to talk.” Bronco said ignoring all of my questions. He took a deep breath and turned around to look at me.
“Now, you wanna talk now?” I looked behind me. “I mean, we supposed to be in there saying I do.” I told him. “We supposed to be in there getting ready to start the rest of our lives together. We supposed to be…married.”
“You not fucking hearing me, Tae!” He yelled and I jumped. “I’m not going in there to say shit until we have words.” He shot back tapping his Capone to drop the ashes too hard on the wall, causing it to fall to the ground.
I took a deep breath and walked over to the bench he sat on. I hiked up my white wedding gown as much ass possible and sat next to him. He looked over at me, then back out into the street before he spoke. It was like my life flashed before my eyes and he hadn’t said word one.
God, please don’t let this man walk out of my life. I’d sooner run in front of an eighteen-wheeler before I let him go.
“Tae, I been thinking ‘bout this shit for a while and I can’t marry you like this.” He started.
My eyes fluttered rapidly and my heart rate increased. It was like I was looking at someone else’s life and not my own. “But you asked me to…I thought you loved me.” I said. “You…you got down on your knee in front of my parents and yours and said you wanted me. Remember?” I had to fight back tears because if I cried my makeup would get ruined. What was I thinking? This man was about to leave. What do I care how I look?
“I do. Love ain’t got nothing to do with it.” He paused and reached into his pocket to grab the box of Capones. I slapped it out of his hand.
“Then what is it?” I questioned. “I need to know right now!”
“It’s just…I mean, I—” He stuttered.
If this nigga don’t spit it out, I’m gonna strangle him right here in front of God’s house. I thought. If I was gonna die from embarrassment he would die at my hands.
I looked at him harder to try and read his face.
Ohhhh…He was scared to tell me. I needed to put his ass at ease so he could say what was on his mind. So I grabbed his hand and looked into his hazel eyes. “Bae…Talk to me.” I took a deep breath. “Whatever it is we can make it through it.” I assured him. “Please.”
“Whatever it is?” He said. “No matter what?”
“No matter what.”
He exhaled deeply. “I need variety.” He said.
“Huh?”
“What I mean is, I can be your husband but, I’ma need to mix it up in our bedroom sexually or I can’t go through with the wedding.” He paused. “I mean, I never stepped out on you except two times but I’m saying even that won’t be enough. If I’m gonna be your husband you gotta give me the okay to go after more.”
Was this bamma serious? “So what does that mean?” I asked puzzled.
“From time to time, in order for me to be satisfied and stay happy, we gonna need to bring in different women to fuck.” He said boldly. “But the thing is I’m not no selfish ass nigga. I want you to have fun too by being with them.”
I was shocked. “So let me get this straight, you wanna be able to sleep with other women?” I asked needing clarity. “In our bedroom? In front of me?”
He took a deep breath, grabbed the box of Capones off the ground and lit another one. I let him. “Yeah, but like I said since you’d be my wife, we’d sleep with them together and bae, it’ll be so much fun. All I’m asking you is to trust me.” He stared into my eyes. “You do that and I’ll walk in there right now and give you my last name.” He paused. “So, what you gonna do?” He took a pull and exhaled.
CHAPTER TWO
TAE
“Throw your legs over my shoulders.” My new husband demanded as he power drove his extra hard dick into my dripping wet pussy. We may have had our differences sometimes but there was no denying that he knew how to handle my body and me. We were at the Fiesta Americana Grand Coral Beach Resort in Cancun Mexico on our honeymoon and I was in heaven.
Yes. I married him and before you say anything, hear me out. I had been dating Bronco for five years before he even thought about proposing to me. He was my life. My breath and the reason for doing even the smallest of things in my world. And there was no way in hell I was giving up my man over a simple request that he may or may not even follow through with. Besides, as long as I reminded him how good being with me felt then I should be fine.
I mean look at us, we were at this beautiful resort in a suite over looking the blue ocean and my husband, not my boyfriend is fucking the shit outta me. From my view I could see the palm trees swaying and even hear the rush of the water slapping against the beach while he slapped my ass.
“Mmmmmmmm, take this pussy, bae! It’s all yours.” I told him as I grabbed my ankles and opened my legs wider. “Mmmm…deeper, deeper,” I moaned. “Give it to me just like that.”
“Got damn right this my pussy!” He said. I could see him biting his lip so hard I thought it would bleed. “Get them legs open…wider. Ssssss, mmmmmmh, oh shit! It’s so fucking wet.” He lowered his body and whispered in my ear. “I’m beating this up all night too.” He continued as he swirled his hips around hitting my spot. “Bounce on it.” He told me as he gripped me by my shoulders and flipped over. Now I was on top. “Yep, ride that shit just like that. Look at them titties jumping. Fuck!”
He knew that shit drove me crazy. Some bitches don’t like riding niggas but I lived for it. It made me feel in control and I always cum harder from up there. Maybe it was the way he looked up under me. Or how is eyes got lower with each hop. Who knows? All I can confirm is that our sex life was right.
When I started getting in my rhythm I began to wind my hips. He could never last long when I did this shit so I closed my eyes and made sure I was close to my climax too. “I’m almost there, zaddy,” I said. “Just…just don’t stop please.”
“Give me them titties!” He said as he sat up and grabbed my left breast and circled his tongue around my nipple lightly while he pumped up and down inside me. “Look at you up there looking all pretty and shit.”
Suddenly my cream slid down his shaft and soaked his thighs as I screamed out my orgasm. It was the hardest I ever came and I wanted to return the favor. So when I felt his dick pulsating, I immediately jumped up to give him part two of his treat. I grabbed the shaft and licked around the tip while using my right hand to jerk him rapidly. “Cum for me baby.” I said before shoving all of him in my mouth. “I wanna feel that shit sliding down my throat.”
When he got louder and his body tightened up I knew that did it. He grabbed the sides of my head and squeezed his ass harder while he shot his load down into my esophagus. It was a lot too, which shocked me because we’d been fucking non-stop since we arrived yesterday.
“Ahhhhhh…Damn baby!
If I’da known you’d be fucking me like this, I’da married you years ago. Shit.” He said to me while huffing and puffing out of breath. “Girl, what you trying to do to me? Make me marry that ass again?” He laughed.
“Nah, you already got this. I just want you to see what you been missing before you made me your wife.” I said as I rolled over and wiped the sides of my mouth. I layed on my side and faced him. He was still trying to catch his breath. “You ready for another round?” I teased him. “Because shit about to change in the bedroom. You sure you can handle me?”
