My Name Ain't Stella Part Tree(3)

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Di all a dem freaky eihnn...screw anyway baxide weh...but mi no mind ,,kikiii

Hey Jaws

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Di all a dem freaky eihnn...screw anyway baxide weh...but mi no mind ,,kikiii

Hey Jaws

Hey Kims! You know ow dem stay frum laang time. I feel like they are over the place right now...I need to find a way to bring it back around and decide on a end.

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Di all a dem freaky eihnn...screw anyway baxide weh...but mi no mind ,,kikiii

Hey Jaws

Hey Kims! You know ow dem stay frum laang time. I feel like they are over the place right now...I need to find a way to bring it back around and decide on a end.

all over the place..hmm..no sah yuh crisss..end!! mi want it go on on on..kikiii..a joke

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Di all a dem freaky eihnn...screw anyway baxide weh...but mi no mind ,,kikiii

Hey Jaws

Hey Kims! You know ow dem stay frum laang time. I feel like they are over the place right now...I need to find a way to bring it back around and decide on a end.

all over the place..hmm..no sah yuh crisss..end!! mi want it go on on on..kikiii..a joke

I'm 25 pages shy of 300 single spaced pages. Imagine how big it will be as a double spaced manuscript!

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Tradee chuckles low in his throat, shakes his head and bites his bottom lip with masculine grace. He keeps a watchful eye on his woman as he slowly strips out of his clothes. He saunters quietly up to her.

Tradee: I think I can change your mind. Turn around and look at me now.

Mya turns slowly, and gasps at the sight before her. She didn’t think it was possible for her mind to get finer in the space of a few hours apart. Tradee’s body sent her adrenaline and breathing into to labored overtime. Tradee leisurely backed away from her, smiling seductively.

Mya: Okay. Okay. Maybe, I played a little too hard to get. Where are you going? Aren’t you going to take me against my will?

Tradee: Nope. A woman should never do anything against her will. When I take you and make love to you, I want you to know that it was EVERYTHING you wanted…willingly and freely of your own FREE WILL. No regrets…no bad karma. You can see how willing I am. Now, what are you going to do about it?

Mya: Baby. Please don’t do this. Come back please. Why are you making me beg?

Tradee: Oh but I’m not. EVERYTHING over here is FREE WILL. I’m willingly giving it to you. It’s yours for the taking.

With those parting words, Tradee dives into the freshwater pool at the basin of the small waterfall. His strides and stroking are clean, fluid, graceful and full of raw strength. Tradee climbs on a rock at the bottom of the waterfall and stands to his full 6 feet 4 inches. He allows the water to cascade over his locks, shoulders and body, with his hardened ####### parting the water like a directional sign calling to Mya. Tradee allows his eyes to adjust to the steady stream of water over his face. He doesn’t want to miss her shedding her clothes. He loves role playing with Mya, like she just naturally knows what it takes to keep spice in their union.

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Di all a dem freaky eihnn...screw anyway baxide weh...but mi no mind ,,kikiii

Hey Jaws

Hey Kims! You know ow dem stay frum laang time. I feel like they are over the place right now...I need to find a way to bring it back around and decide on a end.

all over the place..hmm..no sah yuh crisss..end!! mi want it go on on on..kikiii..a joke

I'm 25 pages shy of 300 single spaced pages. Imagine how big it will be as a double spaced manuscript!

wow..mi rahtid mi cyaan even memba wah mi last pg mi print

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wat a way tradee romantic bout free will..hahaaa

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Now remember this is 275 pages in Word...without all of the comments...just pure story. LOL

Mya sheds her clothing like unwanted skin. She slinks sexily towards the waters edge and poses. Each pose makes Tradee’s ####### punch through water and air in search of her internal beacon. He is tempted to swim back over to her. However, just as he prepares to dive back in the basin of water, she makes her move toward him. Tradee thanks Jah and the Heavens as he watches her graceful and elegant body streak through the water with minimal effort. She is an excellent swimmer, and it just serves to turn him on more. Most Jamaican women and Black women for that matter can’t swim because of the fear of destroying their hair.

Tradee closes his eyes briefly, and when he reopens them, he can’t find her. Before he reaches a full fledged panic mode (he is still not quiet okay with letting her out of his sight), Mya stands behind him and caresses his chest and rippled abs. She sucks hungrily on the wide expanse of back, leaving marks of passion in her wake. Mya’s fingers are splayed against his upper torso, silently willing him to stay completely still. Tradee’s body involuntarily shivers from the mixture of her wet mouth and the free flowing waterfall. As if sensing that his muscles are coiled and taut in anticipation of her next move, Mya slowly moves her hands down the panes of his body until she can feel the wiry and silky hair that announce the base of his manhood. She uses and hand over hand outward stroke to caress him, until he is literally begging for relief. Suddenly, she reverses the technique by forming a tight ring with her fingers, fitting them over the tip of his head, the fleshy ridge, dragging them slowly and tightly over his shaft, toward his pelvis.

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wat a way tradee romantic bout free will..hahaaa

***swoon*** I'm so in love with Tradee.

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Tradee yearns to touch the softness of her curves. He aches to fill her with his burgeoning maleness. When he turns around to face her, he is stunned by her natural beauty. Mya stands before him without make-up, her hair tumbles in wet ringlets down her back and across her breasts. Mya’s normally light-grey eyes have darkened from passion, and reflect an almost inky blue. Her high perky breasts heave with her arduous breathing. Tradee shakes his head no in disbelief that any woman could be so beautiful.

Mya: If I do anything you don’t approve of, let me know. I want you to tell me what you want. Whatever is your heart’s desire, is my command. I am Nyelah, your Eygptian love slave.

Tradee: Eeh? Nay lah?

Mya: No sir. Nye lah, your Eygptian love slave.

Tradee: Well Nyelah, you are absolutely stunning, and while I appreciate your offer, I can’t accept. I’m madly in love with a woman by the name of Mya. She is the only woman that can satisfy this need. *Tradee stares into Mya’s eyes, and slowly strokes himself as he speaks.* Do you know where I can find my queen? I love her and need her urgently.

Mya nods yes as tears flow from her eyes. She wraps her arms around Tradee’s neck and they kiss like love-starved teenagers. The water makes it hard for either of them to kiss sensuously and breathe. Tradee sidestepped them to the small concave opening behind the waterfall. Mya moans and writhes with need and anticipation when her back touches the cool damp surface of the mountainside.

Edited October 15, 2008 by jawi876

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Tradee hoists her up by her waist, and urges her to wrap her legs around his waist after he enters her depths. He growls in response to her loud screams and pants of ectasy. Abruptly, Tradee stops making love to Mya and coaxes her down from his waist.

Mya: Aaaahhh. Huh? What the? What’s wrong Travis? Why did you just stop?

Tradee: I-I I don’t want to hurt you or the baby. I can feel the firmness in your stomach. How do we kn-know that we aren’t hurting our baby? Y-You were screaming Mya. You normally meow and purr…like…like a pussycat.

Mya: Dude? You can’t be serious? In the middle, you just stop? Are you freaking kidding me? Dude, if you don’t hurry up and find a way back inside of me…I know something! The baby is fine. You really need to be concerned with baby mama right now. Sh*t! Come on Travis baby. Don’t do this. I feel sick. I’m going to vomit. Please.

Tradee: I knew it! Come on baby, I’m here. We will go the side of the water together.

Mya: Stop babying me! I’m not going to vomit Travis. My stomach hurts because of the sudden withdrawal of d*ck! Baby, talk to me. Did you loose your erection? If so, it happens. We can get past it. Just talk to me.

Edited October 15, 2008 by jawi876

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Tradee: Does it look like I lost my erection? You are not the only one suffering in agony. I want you so bad, I can taste you. But, I’m serious…I can’t hurt my babies.

Mya: Babies? As in plural, more than one?

Tradee: Yeah…you are carrying twins baby. Look at your body. You are already starting to show. You have the cutest bump to your belly now. There is only one of two reasons for that…you are either carrying another man’s child, or you are carrying my twins.

Mya: Are you saying that I was pregnant beforehand? Let me make sure I understand completely why you stopped making love to me. Are you accusing me of something, asking a question or just making a statement.

Tradee: I trust you. I’m only making a statement. Those are my babies in your womb. I just want you to be prepared for twins or triplets. My seed is potent. Baby, I want to phock you so bad right now. Are you sure that you were not in any pain?

Mya: Ha-ha. I can’t believe you! You picked a fine time for this conversation honey. I love you…but WOW! Twins and triplets? Mmmmm…and I want you to phock me so bad right now. I promise that I wasn’t in any pain. I will let you know if I feel even the slightest twinge okay. Now come here man.

Tradee: No. I’m going to sit here, and you can come over here. I think this position will be a lot safer for all of you.

Mya: I’m ignoring that last statement. But, I will come and ride my pony.

Tradee: Pony? Thoroughbreds are born stallions baby.

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Tradee sits on the floor of the bowl-shaped opening, and places his back against the wall. He opens his arms wide to give Mya some added stability in lowering herself to him. As soon as she grabs his arms, he encircles her waist and places his palms on her a** to bring her toward his waiting mouth. Tradee’s tongue darts out lavishly to taste her sweetened nectar. Mya grabs fistfuls of his locks as the sweet commotion stirs in the very pit of her soul. Mya coaxes Tradee’s face closer to her, and Tradee follows her every command. Mya reaches her pinnacle over and over because of the torturous onslaught of her fiancé’s warm thick tongue. When Mya’s leg tremors slow, Tradee lowers her gently on his swollen #######. She only does minimal work in their coupling because Tradee holds her under her armpits with his forearms and cups her a** in his hands, as he manually pumps her up and down at breakneck speed on his awe inspiring head and shaft. He spreads and squeezes her cheeks to vary the sensation and depth of their ride. Tradee’s hands automatically cause Mya’s pelvis to tilt forward, forcing her sensitive bud to kiss and flirt with the head and shaft of his #######. Mya finds herself exploding in multiple orgasms, and rapidly loosing her grasp on reality, time and consciousness. Tradee still had not spilled his seed, after hours of their ancient ritualistic mating. His body was soaked from sweat and the mist of the waterfall, but he didn’t falter in his quest.

Tradee laid flat on the floor of the cavern, placed his feet on a small boulder, and told Mya to lay flat against his body on her back. He entered her tight womb again, and told her to close her legs at the ankles. Then, he held her waistline, and slid her slowly and methodically up and down the entire length of his shaft. Tradee’s breathing became labored and rugged when Mya began moving her a** and waist in tiny tight figure eight patterns. She allowed her internal muscles to grip and flex against his length, until the pressure proved too much for his resolve to stay in an aroused state all night. He exploded forcefully inside of her, and squeezed her so tightly during his orgasm that she almost screamed out from pain. Her ribs felt bruised and battered. The pain slowly abated, as she felt a new sensation deep inside of her. As Tradee’s ####### spasmed involuntarily inside of her, it knocked against her g-spot. Mya urged him not to stop and not to move. Her eyes squeezed tightly shut, as she experienced her first female ejaculation. Mya began speaking jibberish, and crying incoherently as wave after wave exploded inside her body. Tradee teased her rock hard nipple with one hand, caressed her ultra-sensitive ####### and suckled on the hollowed curve between the base of her neck and shoulder. The overwhelming stimulation proved too much for Mya, and she passed out from the pure bliss of her last orgasm.

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but Tradee u cyaa kill di mood suh..cho man..Mya sound like me "Dude" ..lol

Tradee stallions fi real..she figet weh she deh,...BTW stop babying the blasted ooman...she fine..cho man

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Mya git up..Tradee dash some a di wata inna har face..di baby needs oxygen

Wow Jaws..mi about fi draw fi mi husband..*yellin his name*