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FIVE YEARS EARLIER

 

            “Aren’t you supposed to be at your parent’s house soon?” Kiamba asked Nyvianna as she kissed her out of her sleep. She sensuously rubbed the back of her fingertips down Nyvianna’s arm. Her caramel coated skin felt like satin. Damn! Not only did she feel as good as she looked, she tasted even better, Kiamba thought. She couldn’t help but to want a little more of Nyvianna’s flavored juices before they went their separate ways. Kiamba hated the thought of leaving.

She often referred to their time as “stolen moments,” or “secret sex” depending on what they did whenever they met up. Anytime they shared an intimate interlude, they made the best of it. Kiamba had a reputation to uphold. She couldn’t afford for her clients to know her well-kept secret, which she hid behind lipstick and stilettos. She didn’t fit the profile of a butch on the outside, but Nyvianna gave her the pleasure of releasing the aggressive beast that hibernated behind a façade of business etiquette.

Kiamba LeJeune is thirty-three, five-ten, with rich Hershey chocolate skin and a body designed by man and machine. She was blessed with a natural beauty that could stop a man in mid-air if he were trying to slam-dunk a basketball. Kiamba was born in the French isles of Martinique, but educated in France and the United States. She was well versed in French and Spanish in which has been a valuable asset in her business. She knew when to use her brains and when to hone in with her beauty.

Kiamba had everything except the freedom to express her true self outside of the confinements of luxury hotels and secluded resorts-nor could she be with the woman she wanted to fall deeply in love with. It was not only her career at stake; it was Nyvianna’s relationship with her family also. Neither of them expected anything other than what they could give-stolen moments and good sex. Kiamba smiled as she kissed her again. Every time they were together, she thought of the first time they met. It was over a year ago at a social networking meeting for business minded people. The majority of the attendees were fashion gurus and multi-million dollar clientele who utilized importing and exporting services.

Kiamba caressed the smooth planes of Nyvianna’s body, causing a soft, heated throb to pulsate from between her legs. She whispered, “You’re going to be late, baby.” Nyvianna moaned when she turned over to face Kiamba. She glanced over at the clock on the nightstand. Nyvianna’s slow wakening eyes scanned her lover’s early morning beauty that she envied. Kiamba woke up looking as beautiful as she did before she went to sleep. Nyvianna believed it had more to do with the organic herbs and fruit extracts she used faithfully for her skin and hair. She always smelled good enough to eat. “I still have a little time for you,” Nyvianna teased with her eyes. Say no more, Kiamba thought. She didn’t want to keep her waiting. She was prepared. Nyvianna welcomed her under the cozy sheets. She palmed Kiamba’s shoulder length dreads as she pulled her in close. She directed her lips downwards to her succulent mounds. Her nipples were hard and erect waiting for the softness of Kiamba’s tongue. A sweet groan bellowed from the back of Nyvianna’s vocal box when she felt Kiamba’s fingers caress her play area. In and out, her fingers slowly stroked her insides as she sucked on each breast. Nyvianna released. She eased her legs open, allowing Kiamba to go deeper. Kiamba lay slightly on top of her, pushing her body up against her hand to give the beautiful goddess that lay waiting, what she desired. Nyvianna moaned out. She released again. Kiamba pulled her fingers out to taste the sweet creamed nectar. She then straddled herself over Nyvianna, looking down, deep into her green eyes, waiting to ravish her insides with her seven-inch, copper toned silicone strap on. It was her favorite piece from her collection. The one she and Nyvianna picked out together. Each stroke she pleasured her lover with provided her with the same pleasure from the clitoral stimulator.  She wasn’t ready to touch at her g-spot just yet. She wanted to bring her to the point of begging to be fucked. Fucked good!

Nyvianna slid her finger underneath the balls of the manmade joystick. Kiamba’s rosebud begged for pruning. “I want to taste you,” Nyvianna whispered. Kiamba took hold of Nyvianna’s hand, entwined her fingers within, and pulled her arms over her head. She kissed her passionately. She filled her mouth with her tongue, breathing heavily, moaning, and grinding her body, til their nipples touched and teased at each other. Nyvianna tried to pull her hands free from Kiamba’s firm, gentle hold, but it was futile. In one quick move, Kiamba held both her hands security with one hand as she explored her wet garden once again.

Within minutes, Nyvianna could feel a rush of secretions trickle down between her ass cheeks. “Yes. That’s what I want,” Kiamba quietly moaned in ecstasy as she placed the head of her superman thriller between Nyvianna’s legs. Her testosterone level elevated making her became one with the jack-hammering rod. They were inseparable at this point. She fondled the tip of Nyvianna’s clit, taunting at her, mentally being brought to a state of feeling flesh against flesh. Kiamba pushed in, deep, long and hard, still holding her queen at bay. She pumped. She pumped again until she could hear the smacking of pussy lips engulfing her; sucking her in like a black hole. “Suck my dick for me, baby. Suck it for me,” Kiamba cried in heightened pleasure. Nyvianna nodded in desperation, wanting to take hold of Kiamba’s gorging member between her lips. Quickly, Kiamba pulled out of Nyvianna’s field of dreams. She released her hands, crawled her way up to the top until her swollen lips could feel Nyvianna’s face. She placed one hand on top of Nyvianna’s head, and held her firm sculpture in the other. Her ass moved frontward and backwards. She ground her soaked, wet pussy into Nyvianna’s face as she jacked her dick. “Yes! Yes! Oh hell, yes! Baby, that’s what I want.” Kiamba screamed. Nyvianna own senses heightened as her beastly lover became verbally erotic. She was ready for her lion to tear into her pussy like fresh game. They both had reached a zone beyond fantasy, someone outside of the universe and their own body. There was no return-if there was, they didn’t want to.

“Damn Nyvi! Yo quiero hoder te!” Kiamba’s Spanish tongue took over. Nyvianna thought, yes! “Hoda me, mi amor! Hoda me!” She expressed the same desire in a deep, heated whisper. Yes, she wanted her lover to fuck her. Her vagina begged to be fucked. Upon command, Kiamba did as her queen demanded. Quickly, she slid down, placed both of Nyvianna’s legs on her shoulders, and pushed her rubber-made rod deep inside. The French tickler that teased her clit each time she pumped began to take her on another pleasured journey. She wanted to shoot her raging flood through the head of her dick and fill her lover completely; leaving her scent. She could feel herself reaching her peak. Nyvianna began to rub her hand feverishly over her belly. Kiamba smiled. She pushed in deeper and harder, tapping Nyvianna’s g-spot. Nyvianna bit at her bottom lip. It was time to deliver. Within a matter of strokes, they both screamed out. Kiamba pumped until the last throb ceased. She fell into her lover’s arm. They breathed heavily, waiting for an ounce of strength to give them the ability to rise.

SEX, SEX, AND MORE SEX

Do we get enough of it? Is it over-rated? It's good in the morning before work; in the afternoon for lunch, and great before dinner. It's a stress reliever. If you've had a bad day at work, sometimes sex can make you forget all about what happened (for that moment). Then again, some people could care less if they get it or not. Some people care more about having sex than who they have it with. What makes a person lose their desire for sex, that need to have someone deep inside them, or to be deep inside someone. It has been studied that women over 40 are just beginning to reach their peak! Women tend to want it every chance they get, and even masturbate more when a man is not available. Men over 40 are losing their stamina. They can't perform like they did in their younger years. Have they used it too much?  If this is the case, vibrators are going to sell off the shelf!!! It's said...if you don't have it in the hips, you better have it in the lips!

Puppet or Puppet Master

There comes a time when you have to stop dangling by the strings or stop dangling others by your strings. The role of a puppet master is to control the puppet into doing everything that he/she wants them to do for a captive audience or personal gratification. Puppet masters string you along into believing that you are, will be, can be, their one and only; all the while, they have others who are waiting and dangling by the same strings. When someone comes along to put an end to the show, and offer you retirement from the puppet master, you run and hide into that box that kept you at the puppet masters hands. You’ve become so used to being treated like a puppet that you don’t realize that you’re a human. You’re a man/woman who deserves to be handled with care, respect, dignity, loyalty, and appreciation; not someone to be used, mistreated, abused, neglected, or to be made a fool or spectacle of. Cut those strings from the puppet masters hand and take control of your life, heart, and emotions. If it takes time to stand up on your feet steadily, it’s okay-soon you’ll be off and running.

An Acorn...

A man’s beginning is like an acorn. He begins as something many women throw away because he doesn’t appear to be much. When an acorn is nourished by God, and nurtured and supported submissively by a good woman, he grows into a tree; big, strong, and confident. He weathers every storm, sprouting branches and leaves; swaying back and forth when strong winds try to tear him down. He keeps his roots secure in his God and his woman because he knows that without them, he would’ve broken as a twig.

Getting that look from her

Her eyes peer at you like a sword through the heart. They can cut you into pieces or penetrate the core of your existence. You know the look when you’re not taking care of her needs; neglecting her, lying and cheating; the look when she’s tired of YOU and has had enough. Or, the look that says, “I love you more than you know” because you love on her the way she needs and wants. She has the look that reveals her vulnerability and weakness for only you. A look that lets you know you’re the best man she could ever have and the only one she wants. She can give you that look that says, "I'm willing to try" but I won't carry you. I'll help you be the best I know you can, but you have to want it too! A woman can say so much when she simply looks at you.

FWB: FRIEND WITH BENEFITS

Some people consider this type of friend a luxury of convenience. It doesn't require emotional obligation or commitment. Having a FWB requires a good sex drive, condoms, a neutral meeting place, and the acceptance of knowing its nothing more than sex. Most people can handle this if they are the type who don't want to settle down, enjoy being with multiple people, and don't feel used for being nothing more than a sex toy. But, what happens when feelings get involved? Sometimes good sex can be confused with love. And what happens when one wants it and the other one isn't available?

Internet Meets a Mate

People have become so consumed with work, activities, and life in general that no one has the time to seriously go out to meet anyone; to find that "instant" attraction which make a person wants to get to know another and possibly build a relationship with along the way. The world has evolved so much that the internet is the meeting ground for most. It's a social medium that allows people to view, read, assume, and assimulate some for of objective as to if that person could be the one for them. But, it still doesn't provide that "connection" that one should want when it comes to matters of the heart. Anyone can say anything to attract someone to their profile. Everyone can use a picture from back in the day, or of another person, to make themselves attractive. And in reality, it's not always you meeting a mate, it's the internet creating one. Is the internet the best way to meet a mate. Should we go back to the old fashion way of waiting and hoping that we happen to run into that "one" who makes us forget what we were going to say; feel nervous with butterflies swarming in our stomach? Or, are we just too busy and consumed to take notice to those who are already in our lives?

Reveiw written by Barbara Morgan

This is my first book read by author Wanda Stanley and will not be my last. JOURNEY TO THE LAST RIVER is an inspirational romance story of ordinary people looking for love.

Nichelle is one of the main characters in this book. She is a strong and independent woman who can hold her own.
She displays faith, courage and hope throughout this book. Nichelle makes use of her spare time and chats on the internet. She meets Kenny online. After months of chatting with Kenny, she decides to travel to California to see him. In her travel, Nichelle is befriended by two women. The first woman is Flora, an elderly lady, she meets at the airport. Nichelle meets Flora not knowing that the older woman's wisdom and knowledge would be a huge factor in her life. Nichelle also meets Kendra after her arrival in California. She becomes very close to both of them. Nichelle's initial visit was to meet Kenny face to face. But as different events unveiled so did Nichelle's expectations. Unexpected issues arrive when Nichelle meets Brian and his daughter Chyra.

This story has it all....the search for love, ties that bind friendship, and as the love intensfies.....jealous rears its "ugly" head. As an attempted murder propels the plot, Nichelle is force to choose between love and revenge.

This book kept my interest and I would highly recommend it to anyone who loves romance, revenge, and drama wrapped up in one package. JOURNEY TO THE LAST RIVER would be a great book for a book club discussion.

Book Reviews for Journey To The Last River

“Beautifully written! This is a story of emotional struggle and triumph! It is also filled with laughter, generosity, love, kindness, and respect. This is truly a book for those who look for encouragement! The main character reminds me much of the writer herself as I have had the blessing of having met Ms. Wanda and spent time with her. What a beautiful soul she has! This would be a great book for those between 13 and 100 years old. What a wonderful journey to go on! In the end, it left me hanging and wondering what happens next.

Lorna Lund – Age 47

 

"Wanted to let you know that the book was awesome! It was intriguing and kept my mind wondering what was going to happen next. I couldn't put it down. I lost well-needed sleep by reading this wonderful book, but it was worth it. This is a must read.”

Donya Crapps - Age 28

 

"The Journey I had!!! This book was an adventure in virtual reality. From the first happenings to the last event, this book pulled me into its world and made me a captive audience. I forgot I was reading and became a standby character, witnessing each scene and experiencing ALL the emotions that make life real. I was not only able to visualize the scenes and characters; I was experiencing them. I was drawn into the world of Nichelle Butler and her associates. The story was not only easy to follow, but I ran out of breath trying to run ahead to see what was going to happen next. This book was well written to life’s reality. This book takes you from wherever you are, and into its world.”

Larry B- Male 52yrs