My Name Ain't Stella Part Tree(3)

[sus 70]

Jawi - You need to start sending this to some publishing companies:

http://www.vantagepress.com

http://www.wildsidepress.com/

http://www.publaw.com/book.html

http://www.ianrandlepublishers.com/

[jawi876 2]

Thanks Sus.

[Yaads 0]

I agree!!! Publish it!

[Yaads 0]

But jeezum! Jawi a go on wid more of deh story! Mi cyaan read now but mi soon come and catch up! Mi cyaan wait!

Lots of love Jawi How yuh be?

Hi honey! How are you? How in the world did you know Stella was back? LOL I'm going to have to keep the story going if it makes you come around more often.

Mi have mi sources Mi luv yuh an yuh story to sweet

[Yaads 0]

yes Tradee mi no blame yuh...it sexy fi tru...and no mi no luv ooman...

mi nah blame him eidda Mek mi tek up French tudday! Even when mi chat pure foolishness in dek likkle bit a Spanish mi knoa sey dat mek deh mister intrigued

at least someone enjoys some rooksin right now...Kashi do not come near me

Bwoy Kimkim

[dillon 6]

Jawi....can we get more of the story? You can't drag this out!

[clairern 0]

BUMPPPPPP!!!!!!!

[dillon 6]

Still waiting!

[clairern 0]

Bump

[Marlita 0]

mi nah blame him eidda Mek mi tek up French tudday! Even when mi chat pure foolishness in dek likkle bit a Spanish mi knoa sey dat mek deh mister intrigued

The Mister stay the same way wit the spanish. If I start talking to him in spanish its like the best thing ever . I'm like lookie here... dont come to California with some rass love for the spanish cause I will have to go off on a mamasita!

[clairern 0]

mi nah blame him eidda Mek mi tek up French tudday! Even when mi chat pure foolishness in dek likkle bit a Spanish mi knoa sey dat mek deh mister intrigued

The Mister stay the same way wit the spanish. If I start talking to him in spanish its like the best thing ever . I'm like lookie here... dont come to California with some rass love for the spanish cause I will have to go off on a mamasita!

[jawi876 2]

Tradee stands up with Mya still in his arms. He kisses her passionately, devouring her lips and tongue. Tradee walks Mya to the bedroom and deposits her on the bed. He begins removing her clothes tenderly, while alternately kissing each newly exposed area. When he was completely finished undressing her, he stops only to remove the remainder of his clothes. Tradee joins Mya on the bed as she writhes from the torturous feelings coursing through her body.

Tradee: Mya you are driving me crazy. ****groan*** Just when I think I have you figured out, you twist up the game. Why haven’t you used this sh*t on me before. Touch de hood baby…yuh feel ie? Cocky stiff tuh baxside.

With that, Tradee slowly enters Mya inch by excruciating inch. Mya screams out in bliss. She rubs her hands slowly over his taut muscles before raking her nails sensuously over his bronze back. Tradee pulls Mya’s legs up to rest her beautiful and dainty feet on his chest. He kisses and slowly circles his tongue over and between her toes, then pulls each one into his mouth as he methodically circles his manhood deeper into her welcoming center. Mya uses the increased leverage to meet Tradees slow, rhythmic thrusts with her own counterclockwise movement.

Tradee brings Mya’s legs together, high above his head, then uses his hands to push them further back over Mya’s upper torso. He licks and bites her beautiful calf muscles, remembering how proudly she wore his first love bite there. Mya exhales roughly, and grabs her own ankles to help Tradee gain exquisite access to her warmth. Tradee suckles hungrily on the back of Mya’s knee as the sensations build in his loin. He is nearing the point of no return, but he doesn’t want it to ever end. Mya senses his urgent need to explode, and is anxious to join him. She slowly spreads her legs until she is in a full frontal split position around Tradee’s body.

Fitz drove aimlessly around Jamaica. He called his mother and grandmother while driving, and determined that they did not need him as much as he thought. They told him that they would begin planning the funeral arrangements in the morning, and would let him know if they needed anything. Fitz hung up the phone, and just roamed the streets of St. Ann. His mind managed to “kaleidoscope” all of his memories into one ever-changing and emotional image. Tears streamed down his face as he rambled incoherently, in deep conversation with his brother and his own mind.

The incessant ringing of his cell phone brought him out of his haze, and he looked up and wondered how long he had been sitting in the spot where he and Toya first made love. Fitz looked at the display, realizing that he had missed over 20 calls from his wife. She had left just as many voicemails, each one sounding more distraught than the one before it. Yet, he couldn’t bring himself to answer her calls. How he was feeling toward the love of his life was foreign and downright scary.

Fitz: *Fitz mi yout…Toya nuh responsible for Frowzy death. You didn’t have to know her long to know that she is the woman for you. Stop gwaan fool-fool man! Yuh ago let yuh head lef yuh same as Delmar? Answa de dyam phone star!*

Even though he knew he should answer, he couldn’t will himself to actually do it. It was almost as if he wanted her to suffer to some degree. Afterall, if she and Mya had never come, his brother would still be alive. As it were, his grandmother had to bury one of her grandsons. She had always said that it was unnatural for young people to die so early before they had a chance to really live. Fitz thought about the brief courtship between him and his wife. He knew that it had all seemed too good to be true. As soon as he decided to love again, God snatched his brother from him. No, it wasn’t the love of his life this time. However, Fitz had never met brothers that were as close as he and Frowzy. If he had done something in his past to deserve the wrath of God’s angry hand, he didn’t have a clue what it was.

***Rinnnnnggg….riiiinnnnggg*** Fitz’ phone came alive in his hand for maybe the 100th time since he had walked out of his house. Fitz made a decision quickly, then answered his wife’s call.

[Shemmy 4]

Hi Jawi.

[jawi876 2]

Fitz: EEEhhhhhnnn.

Toya: Fitz? Baby, is that you? Are you okay? What happened? I have been worried sick. Why didn’t you answer my other calls? Where are you? I’ll come to you baby…just stay put.

Fitz: Eeehhn. Lissen mi. Mi nuh inna chew mi words dem twice zeen? Mek mi say ie and dun. Nuh bodda gwaan vex wid mi yuhseemi?

Toya: H-huh? Wha-at? O-oh-okay. You sound strange baby. Please tell me what’s wrong. I want to be there for you honey…just tell me what I need to do.

Fitz: Yuh brite eh? Mi hask yuh fe lissen and yuh still run hoff yuh mout. Mi shoulden neva hanswa de rass phone!

Toya: WH-HAT?

Fitz: Look mi gyal…dis ting fe we nuh gwaan wuk yuhseemi? Mi cyaan give yuh whaa yuh look fe zeen. Alright mi rate yuh nuff time…but mi nuh really inna de married ting. Mi ago tru wid de full poppyshow cuz mi neva wan fe hurt yuh same wey. But, mi juss cyaan manage de ting from mawnin. Yuh can stay inna mi yaad as laang as yuh need tuh…but mi wan yuh fe get back pon de plane wid yuh friend zeen. Blessings sistren. Likkle more.

Toya is too stunned to rationalize that she is no longer talking to Fitz. Instead, the busy signal is loudly announcing that her husband had ended their connection. She was too confused to be hurt. Toya attempted to piece their brief conversation together in her mind as she dialed his number – again.

Toya: ####!!! Why won’t he answer the damn phone? What the hell is going on? What in the hell is a poppie show? Is he at a flower or dog show? PHOCK! Come on Fitz baby, pick up the phone. Please don’t let him do something stupid. Please don’t let him hurt himself. God help me! I have never needed you more than I need you now! Please watch over my husband. Please give him some peace Lord. Amen.

Toya gives ups trying to reach Fitz. She bites on her bottom lip anxiously as she dials Mya’s phone. Come on…come on My…pick up. Pick up please.

[jawi876 2]

Hi Jawi.

Hey lady! Thought I was here posting quietly for Monday. LOL