Post by farahjamison on Mar 29, 2012 1:01:48 GMT -5
"Hello?"
A man in his mid thirties walks inside a spacious room filled with boxes. Shoes, dresses and undergarments also laid around the place as he stepped in further inside. The place looked a mess and it appeared that no one was in sight, basically it looked deserted. Entering further in he leaned down and saw a pair of pink laced panties, he smiled and took them into his hand looking at them briefly before entering them inside his left pocket.
"I didn't know you were into that?"
He turns around, startled by the sound of someone behind him. Slowly turning around he noticed the silhouette of a woman, she had long black hair cropped to the side of her face, he couldn’t tell from the light who it was but still managed to see that she was wearing long tight butt hugging jeans that gently gave her body a nice shape, her blouse was red and made her large breast stand out. Bright red lipstick curved her smile as the woman stood there watching him.
"Well, I wouldn't want them to go to waste now would I?"
He spoke back to the woman who laughed out loud. So she walked in further into the room reaching up to him closely.
"No, I guess not."
Still with a smile on her face she gave him a sweet kiss on the side of his lips. Leaning into him she dug her hands into his pockets taking on the pink panties that were inside.
"Mmm but I don't believe these are your color darling."
With the panties in her hand she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his cheeks once more.
"Thanks for coming to see me before I leave baby. You don't know how much I'm going to miss you."
The woman said softly as she still had her arms tightly placed around his neck. She smelled his scent and focused her lips around his neck passing her tongue around the tip of his chin.
"Farah, you have no idea what you do to me."
He moaned loudly as he grabbed her buttocks hard and brought her closer to his body as if to try to connect them together. She laughed again and then let go of him, gently pushing his hands away from her body.
"Yes, I know what I do to you."
"So then why are you leaving? Why are you ending this?"
He said while looking straight at her, as if it would reveal his question. But she flipped her hair to the back and walked away from him.
"You know why."
"Farah..."
He tried to say something else, but she cut him off before he could speak. He knew better than to question her she thought to herself, but she supposed she did owe him some type of explanation of why she was leaving.
"Is not enough Damon."
She turns around to look at the room and then back at him.
"This wasn't enough!"
Pointing straight at him, Farah spoke loudly enough for him to catch what she was trying to convey.
"But we have a good thing baby, and you want to throw it all away because you starting to miss your old life?"
Sighing, Farah passed her hands along her hair and then sat down in a chair beside her. Defeated and tired.
"you don’t understand me, so don’t even try to pretend you know the reason behind it."
She turned around and looked out the city lights. It had been 3 years since she had moved to Italy and opened her store. A smile curved her lips once more as she recalled when she was a little girl in a ghetto who all ways dreamed big of becoming famous one day. She also wished she would get out of that place she once referred to home and be someone...be somebody. It was all ways a distant dream to her that she would have her name appear on the ass of everyone. she laughed to herself thinking of how she had made it now.
If only her father was still around to see her, what would he say? He was nothing more than a constant reminder of her that she was nothing, and would amount to nothing. But she proved him wrong, she proved them all wrong. Yes, she got her wish, she got her little girl dream and made something of herself. Now everyone knew her name, they knew who she was and what she has done for herself. But was it all enough?
The question boggled her mind lately, she didn’t know what she wanted anymore, or who she was. She felt lost and lonely, with nobody to turn to for comfort and that was driving her insane.
There was the money, power and fame. But through out all of that there still was something missing in her life and she didn't know what it was. Loneliness’ has been creeping by her door late at night and there was of course..Him, but he was nothing more than sex. That’s what he really was, nothing more than a booty call. He could try to deny it and claim that there was more to their relationship.
Farah still recalled the day she met him in that club looking all suave and sexy. He offered to buy her a drink. Quite frankly she could afford to buy herself a drink, but she wasn’t someone to pass a drink. So she accepted it, and accepted his little flirting. She also had noticed him take the ring off his left finger, but did she care. Not really, it wasn’t her fault that women didn’t know how to take care of a man, so she gave him what clearly he was needing. Some quality time with a real woman.
Now they been meeting up for months, but again she wasn’t in love with him. She liked him, he was good in bed. But that’s all it was and she didn’t expect anything from him either.
"Regardless, It has been decided. I'm leaving, or else I wouldn't have closed up the Boutique."
Said Farah as she stood there watching the city lights.
"I still don't understand where all this is coming from. We been together for months and not once you complained about anything, this is bullshit!."
He said as he tried to reach her.
"And I am not complaining to you about anything Damon, or do you think I give a shit that you have a wife and a kid? If I had cared I would have begged you to leave them for me? I don’t care, quite frankly you are good sex. I enjoy being with you for it because you know how to fuck. Simple."
She rolled her eyes and went picked up one of the boxes that laid on the floor board.
"So that’s it, you just going to leave?"
He said while placing a hand on his head. Farah turned around to look at him once again. He was a good looking man, well built, with shaggy black hair, nice large lips and could fit those khakis real good.
"Yes, I am just going to leave."
"Farah...just think about this."
"I have. Listen, I have to pack up all these things still, thanks for coming to say good bye, but I think you better go."
He tried to say something else, but she turned around ignoring him. The door clicked, and Farah knew he was gone.
"Better get to work."
The air in New York felt different than Milan. As she looked outside the balcony of her 18 story apartment. Farah inhaled as the breeze brushed her hair wildly all over. She had bought this place a few months ago, but had never used it. She hired a decorator to make the place look good and she was impressed with the good job that the woman did. It had a nice white leather couch with adornments of navy blue around the place. The walls were painted crème white, it simply was amazing. Her bedroom looked fit for a queen and she knew that she was going to love it there.
Walking back inside the living room, Farah picked up the phone receiver and dialed a number.
"I'm back bitch!"
She said out loud and as she dropped down to the leather couch softly.
A man in his mid thirties walks inside a spacious room filled with boxes. Shoes, dresses and undergarments also laid around the place as he stepped in further inside. The place looked a mess and it appeared that no one was in sight, basically it looked deserted. Entering further in he leaned down and saw a pair of pink laced panties, he smiled and took them into his hand looking at them briefly before entering them inside his left pocket.
"I didn't know you were into that?"
He turns around, startled by the sound of someone behind him. Slowly turning around he noticed the silhouette of a woman, she had long black hair cropped to the side of her face, he couldn’t tell from the light who it was but still managed to see that she was wearing long tight butt hugging jeans that gently gave her body a nice shape, her blouse was red and made her large breast stand out. Bright red lipstick curved her smile as the woman stood there watching him.
"Well, I wouldn't want them to go to waste now would I?"
He spoke back to the woman who laughed out loud. So she walked in further into the room reaching up to him closely.
"No, I guess not."
Still with a smile on her face she gave him a sweet kiss on the side of his lips. Leaning into him she dug her hands into his pockets taking on the pink panties that were inside.
"Mmm but I don't believe these are your color darling."
With the panties in her hand she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his cheeks once more.
"Thanks for coming to see me before I leave baby. You don't know how much I'm going to miss you."
The woman said softly as she still had her arms tightly placed around his neck. She smelled his scent and focused her lips around his neck passing her tongue around the tip of his chin.
"Farah, you have no idea what you do to me."
He moaned loudly as he grabbed her buttocks hard and brought her closer to his body as if to try to connect them together. She laughed again and then let go of him, gently pushing his hands away from her body.
"Yes, I know what I do to you."
"So then why are you leaving? Why are you ending this?"
He said while looking straight at her, as if it would reveal his question. But she flipped her hair to the back and walked away from him.
"You know why."
"Farah..."
He tried to say something else, but she cut him off before he could speak. He knew better than to question her she thought to herself, but she supposed she did owe him some type of explanation of why she was leaving.
"Is not enough Damon."
She turns around to look at the room and then back at him.
"This wasn't enough!"
Pointing straight at him, Farah spoke loudly enough for him to catch what she was trying to convey.
"But we have a good thing baby, and you want to throw it all away because you starting to miss your old life?"
Sighing, Farah passed her hands along her hair and then sat down in a chair beside her. Defeated and tired.
"you don’t understand me, so don’t even try to pretend you know the reason behind it."
She turned around and looked out the city lights. It had been 3 years since she had moved to Italy and opened her store. A smile curved her lips once more as she recalled when she was a little girl in a ghetto who all ways dreamed big of becoming famous one day. She also wished she would get out of that place she once referred to home and be someone...be somebody. It was all ways a distant dream to her that she would have her name appear on the ass of everyone. she laughed to herself thinking of how she had made it now.
If only her father was still around to see her, what would he say? He was nothing more than a constant reminder of her that she was nothing, and would amount to nothing. But she proved him wrong, she proved them all wrong. Yes, she got her wish, she got her little girl dream and made something of herself. Now everyone knew her name, they knew who she was and what she has done for herself. But was it all enough?
The question boggled her mind lately, she didn’t know what she wanted anymore, or who she was. She felt lost and lonely, with nobody to turn to for comfort and that was driving her insane.
There was the money, power and fame. But through out all of that there still was something missing in her life and she didn't know what it was. Loneliness’ has been creeping by her door late at night and there was of course..Him, but he was nothing more than sex. That’s what he really was, nothing more than a booty call. He could try to deny it and claim that there was more to their relationship.
Farah still recalled the day she met him in that club looking all suave and sexy. He offered to buy her a drink. Quite frankly she could afford to buy herself a drink, but she wasn’t someone to pass a drink. So she accepted it, and accepted his little flirting. She also had noticed him take the ring off his left finger, but did she care. Not really, it wasn’t her fault that women didn’t know how to take care of a man, so she gave him what clearly he was needing. Some quality time with a real woman.
Now they been meeting up for months, but again she wasn’t in love with him. She liked him, he was good in bed. But that’s all it was and she didn’t expect anything from him either.
"Regardless, It has been decided. I'm leaving, or else I wouldn't have closed up the Boutique."
Said Farah as she stood there watching the city lights.
"I still don't understand where all this is coming from. We been together for months and not once you complained about anything, this is bullshit!."
He said as he tried to reach her.
"And I am not complaining to you about anything Damon, or do you think I give a shit that you have a wife and a kid? If I had cared I would have begged you to leave them for me? I don’t care, quite frankly you are good sex. I enjoy being with you for it because you know how to fuck. Simple."
She rolled her eyes and went picked up one of the boxes that laid on the floor board.
"So that’s it, you just going to leave?"
He said while placing a hand on his head. Farah turned around to look at him once again. He was a good looking man, well built, with shaggy black hair, nice large lips and could fit those khakis real good.
"Yes, I am just going to leave."
"Farah...just think about this."
"I have. Listen, I have to pack up all these things still, thanks for coming to say good bye, but I think you better go."
He tried to say something else, but she turned around ignoring him. The door clicked, and Farah knew he was gone.
"Better get to work."
~FJ~
Manhattan, New York.
The air in New York felt different than Milan. As she looked outside the balcony of her 18 story apartment. Farah inhaled as the breeze brushed her hair wildly all over. She had bought this place a few months ago, but had never used it. She hired a decorator to make the place look good and she was impressed with the good job that the woman did. It had a nice white leather couch with adornments of navy blue around the place. The walls were painted crème white, it simply was amazing. Her bedroom looked fit for a queen and she knew that she was going to love it there.
Walking back inside the living room, Farah picked up the phone receiver and dialed a number.
"I'm back bitch!"
She said out loud and as she dropped down to the leather couch softly.