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© 2014 Diandra Staton. All rights reserved.

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Published by AuthorHouse 06/19/2014

ISBN: 978-1-4969-0373-0 (sc)

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Contents

Chapter I

Chapter II

Chapter III

Chapter IV

Chapter V

Chapter VI

Chapter VII

Chapter VIII

Chapter IX

Chapter X

Chapter XI

Chapter XII

Chapter XIII

Chapter XIV

Epilogue

To Chester and JoAnn Staton, I love you!

Acknowledgments

It took a while for me to get up the courage to complete this book. I didn’t think I had it in me to write a book or even write a book that had explicit sexual contents in it. However, there are two people who are a big part of my life and gave me the incentive to be me and not worry about what people would think of me. Reginald M. Thomas and Jovonne M. Bell, I LOVE YOU both so much for being my strength and having faith in me when I didn’t have it in myself. To Kenny Cook, thank you for being one of my biggest supporters. To my brothers Floyd Staton, my road dawg and Chester Staton Jr. our future deacon… I love you both!

To my children, thank you for not allowing me to grow old and having faith enough in me to read past the things mommy’s are not suppose to do or think, and look at the creative side of me. I love you Bruce, Vanessa, Christina, Adam, Elijah, Quanasia and Dyrell!

I hope you enjoy my first book. Please let me know what you think. You can contact me at [email protected] and leave your comments, good or bad.

Dedicated to:

Tyron Lebron DJ Squig Harris

R.I.P 09/23/1973-01/25/2011

You will forever be in our hearts!

Love is mind over matter; until the heart takes control!

Diandra Staton

Chapter I

Gloria

I am here about to lose my fucking mind. What has this man done to me? How did I let this get out of my control? Never in my wildest dreams did I, Gloria Diane Thomas, think that there was ever a man out there to take control of me… . mind, body and soul, but there is now and I am spiraling out of control. I can’t sleep, I can’t eat. All I do is think about him. Where is he? Who is he with? When can I see him again? NOOOOOOOOOO!

Get control of yourself Gloria, I said to myself as I looked in the mirror, not knowing the person that was staring back at me. I was always the cat’s meow. The sister that put it on all the men she dealt with and had them begging for more. Just the thought brought a smile to my face as I remembered all the men whose lives I touched… . literally.

Malcolm. The pro football player that was happily married, that was until I came along. He was the quarterback for one of the NFL’s football teams last season, (I don’t do name dropping. It’s bad for business). I met him after his team won the Super Bowl at an after party. Once our eyes met during the team celebration, it was on. After a little innocent flirting on my part and a couple of words in his ear, I was given the key to his hotel suite. When I say the room looked more like a mansion than a hotel room, I knew I had to bring my A game. Before Malcolm could get in the room good, I was all over him. I dropped to my knees and did what I called hello. Please don’t judge me but a girl got to do what a girl got to do to get what she wants. Needless to say, I said hello in every language… . bonjour, buenos dias, ciao, aloha. You get the idea! After I finished with Malcolm, we were going on exotic trips; I had furs in every style and enough clothes and shoes to change at least 10 times a day. After a couple of months, this relationship started to get boring but Malcolm didn’t see it that way.

One day while we were enjoying drinks on his boat in Acapulco, Mexico, he called his wife to tell her that there was a delivery man coming today with divorce papers. OMG… . where did this come from? We never discussed him divorcing his wife and I definitely was not going to marry him. That was so not my style. So I played it cool. I sexed Malcolm like the world was coming to an end and when we got back to the states, I called my girlfriend Donna in Atlanta and purchased a home in cash with the money he’d given me over the last several months and got the hell out of dodge. My number one rule in this game is, never fall in love with your prey. Get what you can and go! Last I heard about Malcolm, his wife took him for half (after I took my share), his contract was not renewed and he’s playing for some bootleg semi-pro team in Canada… . Oh well!! C’est la vie!

Then there was Edward, the lawyer. I met him at a party in the Hamptons. For a white dude, he was well endowed, but that meant nothing to me. I just worked my magic and as they say another one bites the dust. That guy was at my beckon call. I put it on him so good that I had to change my number, my email addresses and shut down my Facebook and Twitter accounts. This man called me at least 10-12 times a day and would constantly be on my Facebook page, commenting on my status. Thank goodness I didn’t have Skype! Honestly, I don’t know how he tried any cases because he was always chasing the hell out of me. And who wouldn’t? I wasn’t your average brown skin chick. I’m 5’8", a little thick with a banging ass and a milk chocolate complexion. Almond shaped eyes that give just a hint of Asian descent and I sport a shoulder length bob; no weaves because I truly believe in hair pulling and I’d be damned if someone pulls my weave and takes my hair with it. I’m not the usual gold digger but once I put my body to work; men were putty in my hands with their trifling asses.

Edward couldn’t bring me around his colleagues. He had to maintain his status in the Hamptons, so I had to punish him for not acknowledging me when he came around. I think he enjoyed being punished. I would tie him up to the gold bed post of his king size bed by his hands and feet, blindfold him and then the punishment would commence. Hot wax poured on his chest. Hot oil poured on his manhood. The moans were so fucking erotic that I couldn’t help but enjoy it a bit myself. I would tease him by putting my hot box just inches from his mouth, just enough for him to get a taste, then move. That drove his ass crazy. It’s funny how much you want something you can’t have. I punished and tortured him until he couldn’t take it anymore then I released him. Edward liked to put a hole in my back. Once he was released, he grabbed me by my hair, threw me to the bed and flipped me over. He rammed all 10 inches of his manhood in me. Yes, like I said from the beginning, this white boy was WELL endowed. I was prepared for it! Just as he was about to bust, I pulled away and flipped him over. I rode that dick like the Lone Ranger rode Silver. Hi-ho, Silver, away! Our bodies were fused together as we both climaxed at the same time. Satisfied, I got up, showered and left him laying there spent. I never looked back. My time is too valuable and I have no time for relationships. I am a free spirited woman who can give a couple of months, tops, and then I got to keep it moving to get that cash. As they say, ‘on to the next!’

Pastor Allen. What can I say about Pastor Allen? That was a crazy situation there. What do you say, a pastor? In my world, there is no one off limits. I met him while visiting a friend at her church. He was preaching on fidelity this day and his eyes were transfixed on me as if his wife wasn’t right there in the front row. The way he was looking during the course of the sermon let me know that this man was next on my must have list. We exchanged pleasantries after service and then he said, Ms. Gloria, I would love to see you here during night service. I think you would enjoy it. Needless to say, I did attend night service but it was not at the church, it was at a little hotel right outside of town. Pastor Allen may have been a leader to his flock at church but in the room he was my follower.

Whatever I wanted, Pastor gave me. In return, I gave him what his wife wasn’t. He was a true hedonist. Truly, and I mean truly devoted to pleasure and self gratification. He