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As I sat in the bathtub, i tried desperately to let the scolding hot water wash away my guilt right along with my tears and his blood. I knew I should call the authorities to let them know what had happened, but what was the point. I really wanted him to suffer; I wanted him to feel the pain that i felt for the past eleven years. He might have still been alive, everything in me wanted to get up and go to him but my physical being would not move. My neighbors must have heard the commotion and called the cops, because i heard the sirens drawing nearer. I heard loud knocks on the door, a huge crash, then loud, muffled, voices. With all my life force flowing down the drain, I continued to sit there oblivious to the reality around me, thanking God that it was finally over.

"Clear! Come on people work with me, we can't lose her!" "Blood pressure is dropping doctor; she's lost too much blood. We're losing her!" "One, two, three, four, five, one more time, clear!" Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! "Thank God, what are the stats?" "Vitals are inconsistent, it's gonna be touch and go for the next twenty-four hours." As the heart monitors beeping sound slowed its consistency, I knew it was the end. Trying to steady my breathing knowing that each breath could very well be my last. A teardrop slowly trickled down my cheek and i remembered why i was here, slowly dying, wasting away, to nothing. "Lord; i confess all my sins, i give my soul to you." Beep! Beep! Beeeeeep. . . The Heavenly Father was calling me home; i accepted my destiny, my life flashed before my eyes. I relived each value and senseless memory, the seconds felt like a lifetime.




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The SIX Reasons people stay in relationships.

Possession. Sometimes we hold on to relationships simply because we don’t want the other person to be with someone else. For some strange reason, we feel as though we have some false sense of possession over that person, and them being with someone else would make us feel like someone else has something that belongs to us. This is a very selfish reason to keep someone in your life. It is misleading and trifling, let your mate move on and find someone who truly loves them and wants to be with them wholeheartedly.

Convenience. Sometimes, we hold on to relationships simply because we’ve gotten comfortable. It’s not that either party is truly happy with the relationship, but more than likely both parties have been together so long that they just settle for unhappiness. He knows her, she knows him, they’ve met one another’s family, and everyone knows them as “blank & blank”. Although, both parties may sometimes fantasize about a happier relationship, the thought of having to leave their “comfort zone” and adjust to another person seems like too much work. The thought of having to readjust is so overwhelming that they eventually get married and spend many more years unhappy. Life is too short to spend it with someone who doesn’t adore you. Everyone deserves someone who can love and accept them past their flaws. If you are in this category, you must realize that temporary discomfort can cause you a lifetime of pain. Get up and get out!

Fear. Some people stay in relationships because they are dominated and manipulated by the other party. Whether it be that someone has been threatened of violent repercussions for leaving the relationship or made to feel that they can’t survive without the other party, many people are in unhealthy relationships because of fear. The best way to overcome this fear is to face it. From a biblical standpoint, fear is nothing but faith perverted. Faith can always conquer fear, so in situations like this you holdfast to your faith in God, and trust that he will see you through.

Wanting to belong. Sometimes, many people find themselves in relationships simply because they don’t want to be alone. Most people that are in this category jump from one relationship to the next in search of something that they will never find until they come to the realization that they need to spend time with themselves to learn and grow as an individual. If you are in this category, you need to know that you should never allow a man or a woman to validate you. Value your worth and holdfast. In the words of ‘Madea’, “shut up and wait!”

Ignorant. Yes, there are a few individuals who are in relationships because they are just stupid. Their mate can cheat on them with their mom, cousin, sister, or dad and they will stay together. Some of these individuals even allow mistresses to move in and share the mate. I am unable to analyze this type of situation; if you fall into this category – you are what I consider to be stupid.

Love. Yes, there are some people who are in relationships because they are truly in love and adore their mate. They enjoy spending time with each other and think about their mate at least 5-7 times per day. Individuals in this category aren’t in the relationship for “show” or for monetary gain. These individuals have genuine love and concern for their mates. If you are in this category, you are blessed to have found someone who loves you for you. Encourage others around you to do the same.

Written By: Cecil Jackson Jr. (My Favorite Cousin)

Well my reason is sooooo obvious. It is love. Pure, unconditional, explicit, mind numbing sex, LOVE . . . . LOL

ALL about ME

Jakeshia Lewis is a twenty-seven year old, down to earth, Poet and Freelance Writer. She is a student of the human condition, wielding the written craft to enrapture the minds of impassioned adults, much like an artist wields a brush. The pages are a blank canvas on which to draw from a talent heralded by many and matched only by an imagination that rises to the task. At the early age of twelve; Jakeshia began to follow her calling of becoming a writer. As a result she won numerous local and school contests for her artistic poetry. I Found One is the first in a series of recent pursuits, with work progressing quickly on the follow-up. Jakeshia Lewis currently resides in Houston,Texas, where she lives with her Fiancé Calvin and daughter Keana. She also works full time as an insurance call center representative.

Chapter Two

Are there any good men out there? That question seems to roll off of every woman’s lips at sometime or another throughout their life. I know I’ve asked myself that very same question more than once on different occasions. My name is Dr. Lovall. Jazmine Renée Lovall; to those who know me outside of my office. You can call me Jazzy. I was born and raised as the only child in Houston, Texas, to some “The Dirty South, Home of the screwed and chopped music.” To the outsiders looking in, H-town was full of men with potential, and lots of possibilities, But to the insiders trying to get out, all the men were either gay, confused, in jail, or married. It seemed like the more I gave different types of men a chance the more I ended up with the same answer. I tried to date men that had the same characteristics as my stepfather James. When I was younger, in my eyesight he was perfect. He never lost his cool in the sight of trouble. He helped my mother raise me from birth and treated me as if I was biologically his. I soon came to the ghastly reality that I will never be able to find a man who will fill his shoes. So what else was there to do? I’ve tried the “rough neck.” personalities, all they wanted to do was be in the street life and when they remembered they had a woman, they would call me for the bond money. I’ve tried the “good impression on daddy.” personalities; all they wanted to do was look good for my father. It got to the point to when I thought looking good for my father wasn’t all they wanted to do for him. I’ve tried them short and sweet, tall and mean, with a job, without a job, fresh out of jail, on his way to jail, with a car, on the bus, no kids, with kids, shit, even the one who couldn’t read tried to run game. I know what you’re thinking maybe it’s not the men I date, maybe it’s me. I think I’m a pretty good catch if I might say so myself. I don’t ask for much, I'm just a woman who gives all and asks for nothing in return but love and affection. It seems as if every department in my life coexists around the love department. Not all the money, beauty, and success in the world could fill the void I was feeling for a significant other. I just wanted to find one. One man who would love me for me and not what I could do for them. I concluded that I would stop settling and wait until my soul-mate came looking for me. They came looking all right. He’s, she’s, it didn’t matter who, I thought I was in love with any and everybody that showed me a little attention. I was in love with the idea of being in love, even though it all ended in the same disaster. I would love, love hard, they wouldn’t satisfy me whether it be emotionally, mentally, intellectually, sexually, or financially, and I would get bored, cheat, then move on, and the cycle would start all over again. No matter how it began or ended, I was always the one feeling empty and incomplete. I would be the only one in the relationship doing all the giving, love, money, affection, etc. It got to the point, to where during sex, I faked so good, I actually thought I was having orgasms. A lot of my emotional dumbness I blame on my mother. Even though I also had my stepfather James; for emotional support, there is nothing like a mothers love. The emotional bond between a mother and daughter is supposed to be the seed that later on in life she will reap, if planted correctly. I mean that is the sole purpose of being a mother isn’t it, to not only show your daughter how to love, but also teach her how to love herself so she wouldn’t have to go looking for love in all the wrong places. It should be passed on throughout the generations, and one mistake can ruin the whole family tree for years to come. Maybe I didn’t pay attention during that lesson, or possibly, I was never taught. . .

Chapter One

Looking towards the horizon at the sunset, I asked, “Is the bubble bath ready?”
“Come in here and find out.” I could hear the smile in his voice.
“Oh it’s like that huh?” I said as I slid out of my robe and hugged my new husband from behind. I could feel his muscles flexing at the touch of my cool body against his.
“You put on just what I wanted you to.” “Baby; I don’t have on anything.” “Exactly.” He said with a devilish grin. He turned around and erotically kissed my neck, then slowly drifted to my earlobe and nibbled softly; a cold chill ran from my earlobe to my vagina.
“The water is getting cold baby.” I said testing the water with my fingers. “It’s about to warm back up in just a minute.” He stepped into the lavender scented bubble bath and I followed. As he sat down water flooded the floor. I stepped into the tub after him and sat between his legs. I gently placed little kisses from his cheek to his navel. Seeing how tasty he looked I engulfed my mouth with his bulging penis, and sucked vigorously, as if I was trying to suck the skin off. I released him and softly teased the tip of his penis with my tongue. After what seems like hours, I straddled him, and he slowly let his penis slide in. I jumped, to my surprise for the first time he was not reaching for a condom.
“What about the . . .”
“Shh, trust me, just go with the flow.” He stated as he began sucking my left breast, sensually popping my nipple in and out of his mouth. The flicking of his tongue on the peak of my nipple was taking me over the top.
“Oh bay you know how I like it, don’t stop,” I started first slowly grinding and sooner than later I was passionately bucking backward and forwards. “Oh yes, make me cum.”
“Not yet,” He then stood up with his penis still in me and carried me to the bed. “Now it’s my turn.” I anxiously spread my legs open as far as they would go, as if I am inviting his penis in for a bite to eat. He eagerly obliged my invitation. He placed my legs upon his shoulders, and then kissed my heels and ankles ever so gently; he then licked up my thigh and continued past my navel. I pulled his penis toward my womanhood and he entered me. I clinched to the feeling of his brim entering my wetness, as we become one. I pull him closer as he thrusts violently in and out of me tweaking my clitoris at the same time.
“Yes, Oh, Shit, fuck this pussy.”
“You like that?”
“You know I do.”
“Turn over.”
“What ever you want baby,” I turned over, ass all in the air, he then doggishly mounted me, I shuddered. “Go deeper.” I yell, pulling the sheets, and grabbing the pillow to drown out my moans. My breathing became faster.
“I'm about to cum baby, please don’t stop, keep going right there, yes, yes, yes, yes, Oh shit.” I lose all sense of consciousness, I’m in another world, I don’t want to come back, will never come back, will never. . . The phone rings. I turned over looked at the clock it read 6:30 am. It was the concierge asking if we still needed room service.
“I ordered the food last night; what makes you think we still need it now.”
“I’m sorry for the inconvenience Mrs. Williams, but room service called your room numerous times and the bell hop even made four attempts to deliver the food, no one answered the door.”
“Oh, I apologize, no sir we don’t need it now, we’ll order later, thank you.” “Once again Mrs. Williams I am very sorry and for the inconvenience. Please enjoy our complimentary couples hot oil massage in the sauna at the Royal Cabana, just let us know the time of your choice.” “Thank you.” “No, we thank you Mrs. Williams; and please enjoy the rest of your stay.” I eased out of bed quietly. I knew I wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep, he looked so at peace I didn't want to wake him. I slipped back into my robe and walked out onto the balcony. The sun was rising. It was so hypnotizing. So many memories were coming over me. I just could not believe I was here in Jamaica, on my honeymoon, with the man of my dreams. As I was being intoxicated with the picturesque sunrise, I began to drift off. . .

I FOUND ONE

Have you ever yearned for sensual written reality? Tired of reading books with the same story plots, knowing how the book is going to end? If so, then you will love this erotic love story based on real life events. So many Romance and Erotica authors publish books based on imagination, not this book; in I Found One, Jakeshia Lewis masterfully captured the real-life story about a young, professional, black woman dealing with the trials and tribulations of broken relationships, sexuality, backstabbing friends, and infidelity. The main character Dr. Jazmine Lovall; continuously wonders if she will ever find her soul mate, and when or if she does, will she be woman enough to keep him or her, without losing herself in the process. . .