I decided to write a little short check-in where we see what Mestari and Kabir have been up to... Enjoy!
“Karter, let’s go! We still have to stop and pick up KJ, and Mari wants to FaceTime with you two before you get to the Trunk or Treat.” This Halloween has been a major pain in my ass, but all my boys insisted that we do it, to the point that they were bursting with excitement. “Kabe was going to meet us once he finished up at work, but I grabbed the black mask and put it over my eyes and curly head of hair. I looked in the mirror and had to admit that I looked damn good as Elastigirl, AKA Mrs. Parr, AKA Mrs. Incedible. Yeah, our family would be rocking the hell outta Halloween this year. The boys fought over who would be Dash and who would be Jack-Jack, so instead, our family just has two Dash’s. So typical of who we are. “I’m ready. Do you have my gloves?” Before I could answer Karter, the front door opened and in walked Kabir in his Mr. Incredible costume with KJ sticking close by as Dash number two. “Karter, they’re on the table. Kabe, what are you doing here? I was about to pick up KJ, and we were going to meet you at the rec center.” “I figured lil Dash over there was probably driving you crazy trying to make sure that everything was perfect before leaving the house.” He walked to the kitchen to grab the desserts I made to sell, then gathered both the boys before heading back to the front door. “Alright, family… Let’s roll! We got a contest to win. Mestari, is this all of the food?” I couldn’t stop smiling at him, turned me all the way on that he anticipated Karter and his moods. Lately, he’d turn into somewhat of a perfectionist, but we just continued to reassure him that he could calm down a bit. We weren’t worried yet, but if this behavior continued, we would definitely have to talk about some options to get it under control. Karter just needed to focus on being a kid. KJ, on the other hand, was just here, living, being a kid. His energy was so contagious, and he was quite the comedian. Janelle had concerns that he wasn’t serious enough about the right things, and that he played too much! The strange thing is that although both boys favored Kareem in looks, they started displaying Kabir’s character and temperament. “Alright, boys. You heard him, let’s roll.” “Star? Can we take a selfie before we go? I want to send it to Mommy.” Each time KJ called me Star, I noticed that Kabe would slightly cringe because he was against him using such an informal name with me. I didn’t mind it. Karter called Janelle, J! The whole, what do we call, and what are we to each other conversation is an ongoing topic in this household, but we always figure out a solution that works best for us. “We sure can.” I set the timer on my phone, and we took a few crazy photos. After sending one to Janelle, we posted a few to our social media accounts. The car ride to the rec center was filled with ideas on how we need to act to stay in character, how we should keep our look up, and most importantly, how do we explain the Dash 1, and Dash 2, scenario. I tuned out while the boys talked, thinking about work, travel, my sisters, my parents, the boys, and Kabe. We haven’t had a lot of time to connect in the bedroom, and I was starting to be on edge because I was craving him something terrible. Maybe we could put the boys down early and make magic happen. I realized I was giggling to myself when Kabe interrupted my thoughts of doing nasty, nasty things to him. “What you over there laughing about?” His hand slid across the center console and started rubbing from my knee to the top of my thick thigh. I looked at his long, strong fingers, then at him before responding. “Nothing.” Glancing in the rearview mirror, I noticed the boys weren’t paying us any attention, so I amended my answer. “Actually, something. I was wondering if you’d let me take advantage of you after we put the boys down.” His grasp on my knee tightened as he tried to keep his eyes on the road. “You know you ain’t ever gotta ask. Shit. We can skip all of this, put them down now, and get right to it?” I hollered, so now Karter and KJ were suddenly interested in what we had to say. Kabe and I kept trading sexual promises back and forth the entire way to the center, but once we arrived, we got serious about our duties and once again winning this damn contest. Emery was the first person we saw, he looked absolutely exhausted, which made sense since this was his event in collaboration with another nonprofit. “Hey, Star and Kabe. Y’all right on time. Can you find Ameka and see where she wants you to park, then you can get started with setting up your desserts at the concession stand. I appreciate you donating Star, cause I know you could charge a grip for your food. By the way, y’all look dope, but also silly as hell. I know this had to be the boys’ idea.” “And you know them so well, my dude. I’ma holler at you after we get set up, though.” Kabe grabbed my hand, and I had to ask him for it back so that we could work and actually look like we were helping out. I think my promises of doing unsavory things to him got him off track. The rest of the event went on without a hitch. To no one’s surprise, we won the costume contest, which kept Karter and KJ bragging to anyone who would listen. We had to teach them a lesson in humility. It wasn’t well received. After the excitement died down and we put them in bed, I straightened up the kitchen from the few things I left out from making the desserts. I thought Kabe would come and shut the house down, but I didn’t see or hear a peep out of him. Once I made my way to the third level where our suite was, I found our bedroom dark, except for some orange, pumpkin-shaped lights strategically placed throughout the room, providing a soft glow. There was some jazzy, neo-soul music playing in the background, and when I walked into the bathroom, there were candles and a nice, hot bath waiting for me. “Get in while I lock up and check on the boys. I’ll be right back.” His definition of be right back gave me enough time to bathe, moisturize, and put on my second costume of the day. I forgot all about having this teeny, tiny Vultures Jersey with the name Future Mrs. Chestnut, and the number one on the back. I finished the look off with thigh-high athletic socks and my hair in its wild curly state. Just how Kabir liked it. “What do we have here? Where’d you get that from?” He was quickly walking up to me and was on me in no time. “Do you really care where I got it from?” The last word was a moan because Kabe had his mouth on my neck using his teeth to stake his claim. Every single body part his lips touched would instantly heat up; he had me anxious thinking and waiting to see what part he would go to next. Next thing I know, his lips were on my inner thigh, he was making a noise as if he was completely satisfied with what he was seeing, smelling, touching, tasting, and hearing. All of his senses working overdrive to get us both to the next level. Before I could get fully settled on the bed, Kabe pushed my legs back and went deep diving into my treasure cove. Gotdammit. Even though he’d done this countless times, each time felt like a new experience. I wasn’t sure how that was possible, but I was thankful for it. “Kabe,” I whimpered, “this wasn’t supposed to go this wayyyyyyy.” The whimpers turned into an all out cry as I crested while holding him in place, grabbing onto his curly head of hair for dear life. After I was able to feel my toes and regain the use of my brain, I was finally able to prove to Kabe that I, too, could make him lose it. When he had enough, he backed up, showing me my favorite part of him. It was swollen, dark, girthy, hard, and smooth as fuck. And it just did some things to me that still made me blush at the most inopportune times. As I sat back, just staring at him holding himself, he finally spoke. “You want my trunk or a treat?” That immediately broke the spell, and had me for the second time today, bursting out in laughter at something he said. Secretly, I wondered what was the difference between trunk or treat? Before I could ask, he made an executive decision. “Trunk first, then treat.” It didn’t take long for him to embed himself deep inside me and have me thanking all my lucky stars that we were finally able to connect in this way. His strokes were slow and deep, and precisely what I needed. Kabe continued, not changing positions, not saying much, just using his body to communicate with me. We were both breathing heavily on top of the groans, moans, and sobs of joy that escaped our mouths. My climax hit first, with Kabir following close behind. Neither of us wanted to move, so we didn’t, we just laid there with him still nestled inside. This moment was everything I missed about us. A short period later, before sleep overtook us, I was finally able to figure out what the treat was. Kabir walked into the room with a huge Halloween basket displaying my favorite things. Lipstick, spices, makeup, recipe books, and so much more. To show him how thankful I was for my treat, I spent the rest of the night applying lipstick to my favorite body part of his and letting him decide which one he liked better. Our Trunk or Treat was so successful we decided to make it a yearly tradition no matter what. Click here to read Mestari and Kabir's full story!
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Kori
1. October “So, why are you so hard on yourself, Kori? You’ve made progress since you’ve started seeing me, and you are well on your way to meeting your goals. This is cause for you to be proud, not to keep beating up on yourself.” Of course, Dr. Dupree would try to make what she thinks I’ve done a big deal. That’s her job as my therapist. She’s not experiencing things the same way that I am. “Dr. Dupree, let’s get real… getting an underpaying job as a Concierge at a Senior Living Community is not a reason to throw a party. This is a far cry from my norm and the life I previously had. Honestly, I’m sad and ashamed that this is what I have to take just to keep a roof over my head. I’m so damn exhausted.” I paused before releasing a deep sigh. “No, weary is more like it!” She was the only person I could be transparent with at this point. I was still having a tough time accepting my current situation and the decisions that led me here. “This just isn’t something I see as a win, but more of a necessity. You know there is a difference, right? Not that I’m ungrateful, I’m just not satisfied with the turn of events over the last twenty months.” And yes, I've counted every single day. This was supposed to be a quick phase that passed by so fast I shouldn’t have noticed that I was in a life slump. Instead, one thing just kept piling on top of the other, and here we are creeping up on two years. “Shit, if you wanna get even more real, these sessions with you will have to end , because I can no longer afford to keep seeing you.” “Let’s concentrate on what I’ve asked you. You keep trying to put the cart before the horse. And you've only been seeing me for a few months, but I have noticed a change." She looked me directly in the eye, giving off positive and confident energy that used to be like a second skin to me. I missed it. “Kori, are you using the journal? If you are consistent, it will help you remain present and keep things in perspective. We’ve already acknowledged this process would not be easy, but you promised to put in the work.” Dr. Dupree put her notepad down and laid her clasped hands on her lap. “Kori?” Oh, was she really waiting for a response? Just as I was about to answer her question, a soft chime sounded indicating the end of our session. Saved by the chime. “We can extend the session, I don’t have anyone else scheduled.” I believe she instinctively knew that I would decline her offer, just as I’ve done in past sessions. The look I gave her confirmed that wouldn’t be happening. “Ok, but I want to remind you of something before you go, Kori. Keep in mind that I am trained to discern certain nuances and in doing so, I notice that you need to see your role in your level of happiness and recognize that, while some people in your life may influence you negatively, blame is a destructive force and cannot be part of healthy choices. Marvin….” “Stop right there, Dr. Dupree. I asked you not to mention his name, and with that, I’m gonna go. But I heard you. Loud and clear. Have a great rest of the day, and I’ll see you next week.” She was pissing me off now. “I understand that it upsets you to talk about Marvin, Kori. Believe me, I am not trying to agitate you. Before you go, just do me one favor? I don’t want you leaving angry or out of sorts. We’re going to take a few minutes to perform a meditative exercise to help you channel your thoughts and have you begin to think about a positive future. Then you can go.” She was pleading with me with her eyes, so I decided to concede. At this point, what’s the worst that could happen? Dr. Dupree made sure I was comfortable before she started walking me through the steps of clearing my mind and relaxing my body. I’m not gonna lie, I felt the stress melt off my body almost immediately as I followed her prompts. The exercise wasn’t a magic fix, but it did help to ease my irritation from her bring up ‘he who shall not be named.’ Once we were done, I made my next appointment and prepared to leave her office. My purse and coat were hanging on the rack, and I could barely get both my arms in before I was walking out of the front door into the brisk, chilly day. My new job left an email while I was in my session for me to come and complete my new hire documentation and watch a few orientation videos. I glanced down at my outfit and decided that my navy blue, slightly dressy lounge outfit, leopard print pumps, and trench coat I was wearing would have to work for my unofficial first day. This day was not turning out as I wanted it to, but I was going to try my best to use the tools that Dr. Dupree had given me to ensure I wouldn’t go over the edge. The weather was unseasonably cold for early October, but I appreciated it. The ‘redefined retirement community’ where I’d be working was in the Cotswold section of Charlotte, about a thirty-minute car ride from my house in Highland Creek. Thinking about my house brought me a bit of happiness since that was one of the things I was able to hold on to while losing everything else in my life. Just that fast, I was sad again as one of my hands found its way to my now empty abdomen, wondering what could have been if things were different. Now was not the time for self-pity. I had a job to get to, and if it’s one thing that I’ll always carry no matter what, it’s my work ethic. As I pulled up, I put it in my mind that I would be the best damn former six-figure earner, former entrepreneur, former influencer, and current concierge that this company had ever seen. Period. Pre-sale for eBook now available for only $0.99! Get your copy! |
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