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| urbancouture | Dec 20 2008, 10:48 PM Post #1 |
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Déjà vu an urban novella by breezy Know that I can't get over you 'Cause everything I see is you And I don't want no substitute Baby I swear it's Deja Vu |
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| urbancouture | Dec 20 2008, 11:48 PM Post #2 |
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BROOKLYN "Marie Antoinette" Stacey wandered about the house, cleaning absentmindedly, wondering when Jeremy would come home. His mere presence calmed her but on a day like this she was at wits end. Renee babbled in her crib, preoccupied with her musical mobile of Winne the Pooh. "I hate snow" Stacey thought as she looked out the apartment window. She walked over to the wall mirror and admired herself. Her brown layered hair fell to shoulders and her pert breasts were concealed underneath her white v-neck long sleeve shirt. Her french terry sweat pants clung to her thick hips and she knew Jeremy would have a fit when he saw her. Just thinking about having his soft, warm lips against her collarbone sent tremors through her body. She reveled in the memories of his long, thick penis pushing up against her spot while he talked to her in French. She had no idea what the hell he was saying half the time but it turned her on more then he could ever imagine. Heat flooded to her thighs and she wished more then anything he would hurry the hell up and fuck her in the middle of the living room. The doorbell rang and she opened the door to meet Jeremy's brown eyes. He looked Stacey over quietly, a smirk forming on his full but thin pink lips. "Jeremy" She said breathlessly, unable to conceal how badly she'd been craving him. "Chut mon amour" He silenced her kissing her soft and slow. Stacey wrapped her arms around him pulling him closer. Jeremy soon pulled away once he felt her losing control. "Jeremy" Stacey whined. He only smiled and closed the door before walking over to Marie. "Petit bonjour" he said to her. "My little Marie Antoinette." He leaned over and kissed her as if she was the most beautiful thing in the world. Jealousy consumed Stacey. What was so special about her, she was just a baby, another living, pooping thing to take up space and money and time she didn't have to lose. She thought back to her conceiving and the way Russell had touched and caressed her. She would never admit she missed his touch, but she would never let him forget that she cared for his daughter. The audacity of the man to fuck her and go back to his stupid little family. She held no importance to him since he'd left her alone in an two bedroom apartment with a baby. He only showed up when she bothered him for money. Stacey shook the angry thoughts from her mind. "Jeremy..." She whined again. He was so obsessed with Renee acting like she was his daughter. He always called her Marie or Marie Antoinette because of the way she acted. Always strutting about the house as if she owned things and trying on new clothes Russell would buy her. He said she reminded him of Marie Antoinette because she had a taste for expensive things. He set Renee, now a year old and mumbling nonsense, back down kissing her black curls. "Sleep little Marie." She stared up at him and smiled before curling up and nodding off. "You gonna put me to bed too?" Stacey asked hopefully. Jeremy picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. "Always impatient." |
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| Mrs. Brown | Dec 21 2008, 12:04 AM Post #3 |
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hmmmph Jeremy i dont trust that nigga somthing about him seem like a deja freakin vu seems like i heard of him before i like it though very intresting how stacey things and the Marie Antoinette thing is cute yet... intresting ( runs to look at desire ) |
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| urbancouture | Dec 21 2008, 12:06 AM Post #4 |
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why u runnin huh? lol you'll see
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| Mrs. Brown | Dec 21 2008, 12:06 AM Post #5 |
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cause he sounds familiar and now i know why |
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| urbancouture | Dec 21 2008, 01:37 AM Post #6 |
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mkay |
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| urbancouture | Dec 21 2008, 11:23 PM Post #7 |
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MIAMI "Geisha" Kimora cooed at the brown baby she held carefully in her arms. "Why aren't you sleeping?" She tickled her child's tummy and watched her smile, putting her pink gum's on full display. "My little Lizzie Bear." She dressed her in a white satin baby kimono pajamas she made specifically for her only daughter. "There now you look almost as good as mommy." Lisema frowned and blinked at Kimora before sticking her thumb in her mouth. Kimora looked at the door hearing Russell fumble with his keys. "It's open!" Russell stepped through rubbing his bald head. His eyes were tired, no doubt from a long days work. He walked over and kissed Kimora on the cheek. "How was she today." He asked rubbing Lisema's wild curls. "Not as fussy. My mother came by today, said she looked like 'a little geisha.'" Kimora kissed Liz's outstretched hands. "My daughter ain't no damn prostitute." He picked Liz up and kissed her ignoring the slobber dripping onto his shirt. Kimora clucked. "Geisha's are professional Japanese women that are supposed to entertain men with singing and dancing." Russell rolled his eyes and rubbed Liz's back. His beeper went off and he took it off the waist of his slacks, glancing at the number, before clipping it back to his waist. "Who was that?" "Client from New York." "Seems like you have a lot of business there." Russell gazed at Kimora hearing her underlying tone. "I have a lot of business prospects there. Especially now since Phat Pharm's taking off." "So I guess that means you'll be going back soon then." "Why must you nag the shit out of me Mora." "Since when is being interested in what you do nagging." Russell laid Lisema in her crib to sleep. "Im hungry" He stated flatly. Kimora rubbed her shoulder wearily. "There's some food on the counter in the kitchen. It would still be cold if you came earlier." Russell walked into the kitchen and went to see about his dinner. As it warmed in the microwave he restlessly flipped his phone open rummaging through the call logs. It stopped on Stacey. He thought back to her little apartment and the brown eyes of the baby he'd fathered in secret. Kimora could never understand. He would let her think it was some other woman though technically it was Stacey didn't hold a candle to the light their child held. A ding from the microwave snapped him out of his state and he closed the phone slipping it back into his pocket. He set the plate down and put some salt on his fish as Kimora walked up from behind and hugged him. "I love you Russell." Russell touched her soft, delicate hand and immediately felt guilty. It was wrong to put her through this but he couldn't see any other way. "I know." She left him so he could eat and Russell walked over to Lisema asleep in her crib. "I'm sorry you got me as a father." He rubbed her curls and smirked. "Geisha.." |
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| urbancouture | Dec 29 2008, 11:34 PM Post #8 |
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i shall add again soon i added a bit more to the previous add in case you peeked
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| Mrs. Brown | Dec 30 2008, 02:30 AM Post #9 |
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got damn geisha is my eyes that slanted i remember watching geisha`s on the discovery channel there interesting. ... Russel is so wrong awww at baby lisema shes a cutie |
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| urbancouture | Mar 28 2009, 08:27 PM Post #10 |
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MIAMI "Geisha" Lisema eyed the butterfly and watched intently as it landed on a nearby rock. Like a graceful lioness she jumped from her hiding place to pounce on the lone butterfly. It fluttered away. Just missed it. She chased it, her black curly tresses flying in the wind as she ran. "Lisema!" Kimora called. "Lisema." Piano. Greaaaat. She continued to run. She was going to catch that butterfly. She had to. She opened the door to her butterfly cage and in a big swooping motion ushered the butterfly into her net and into her cage. She quickly locked it away, happy with her triumph. She skipped into the house and ran up the stairs into her bedroom, setting the butterfly down on her nightstand. My good luck charm. She smiled to herself. "Lisema! It's time for your lessons, the longer you take the longer the lesson." Mora called out in a sing-song voice. Lisema huffed and pulled herself away from the butterfly and went downstairs for her lesson. She sat up straight and adjusted herself in her seat placing her hands properly atop the keys of the piano. - - - BROOKLYN "Marie Antoinette" Cinderella, dressed in yellow, ran upstairs to kiss the fellow, by mistake she kissed a snake, how many kisses did she give... Edited by urbancouture, Mar 28 2009, 09:00 PM.
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