Huh? What happened? What did I miss?

Thanks Jawi.

I was wondering what happened.

I'm already loving this story I can't wait to read more about Tony and Nat there relationship reminds me of when I met my husband.

Hee.....hee......thinking of all 13" are you, Tre?????????

and when I met RG.. outside of Margaritaville...OHHHHHH!!!!!!! So many mamories, I can't stop smiling. I hope they have a happy ending

Here's a video for you Lawny (and it is work safe even though it's flagged adult)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rEvpl0cu8Hw

... ... ...Hottie...yuh too dyam BAD!!

Love yuh,
Gill

I'm just imagining Tony and Natalie getting close at the RIU...that's where me and my hubby got married back in October...ohhhhhh....so many wonderful memories....I love this!! Gimme more! More!

Ok I'm back in class (Statistics 2) and for the next 3 weeks I'll be in and out sporadically. I thought Ian was bad but he don't have a damn thing on ol dutty Pree - vagabond dat. Mek mi tek mi stiletto an ram it inna him battyhole *cha*

Poor Royce he need a good woman inna him life

I love you Jawi

Jonsie..ur bundle of joy is too cuteee..mi cyaaa believ a him just born wey day...pickney nah stay a grung no more...

HEY YAADS !!!...weh yuh run gone !!! miss yuh dawta !!

YARDIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.... I need some more of you funny smiles or icons whatever they're called. You know I'm in HEAT AGAIN

Here you go Lawny:










And one just for you:

Thanks Sus;

I needed that.

Yardie..................Missed you!

The little one is so adorable, he's getting so big.

I would die if I had to take another stats class.

Statistics classe = migraine

whaappen??

what happend to the story? I was lurking an reading but now its no more?

mi no kno...hope she soon come wid di rest of di story...

She's working on more to post

bump

Hey peeps...missed you guys too. I'm trying to add more story...but I have been out of town and I stay busy at work. Soon come.

typical yardie....a chat bout soon come...

Soon forward, she should say

HAHAHAHA

Eeehhhnnnn. *laang dutty kiss teet* Soon come!

good grief, we lucky u nah feed we, cause we would have dead wid hunger...

but mi seh, me get into this story from the top and mi want more, don't let me start chanting and banging on the drums.....what was that?? is mi house and as long as u can't hear mi u fine?? Yuh see Jawi876 now u have me a chat phockery to myself.....

when????

is looking like i'm going to have to freeze myself, so uuno can wake me up when the next part of the story come....mek mi log off now. before me get ban from read the story...

haha

Royce didn’t know how long he had been asleep. Nightmares plagued his fitful rest as his mind raced with thoughts of Maureen and Pree. He knew that he deserved better from both of the most important people in his life.

He rubbed his hand roughly over his tear-streaked face, sighed and stood from the small, shabby settee. His stomach growled in protest because he hadn’t eaten before sleep consumed him. Royce stared at his cell phone, silently willing it to ring.

“Maureen whaa mi do yuh? Yuh nuh heasy atall ennuh. Yuh wan mi fe beg doan? I man nuh beg punnany!” Royce screamed at the tiny room. Anger begin bubbling in the very bottom of his core. He could feel it rising from the sole of his feet, building in fury as it continued to erupt to the surface. Royce knew that if he didn’t get answers or change his course, it would be only a matter of time before he erupted.

What had he done to deserve all the turmoil and strife women added to his life? Hell, his own mother didn’t want him. She left him alone and bewildered, to survive on his own merit.

Once Royce reached 16 years old, he had no problem getting a woman. His problem was with keeping them. As Royce thought about the troubled relationships from his past, he realized that the common denominator was always – Pree.

Royce reached into the tiny refrigerator to get the leftover meal of brown stew chicken and rice and peas. When he finished re-heating his meal, he sat at his homemade table to eat. He thought about what his next course of action would be, and he decided that he would no longer be at the mercy of another woman’s hands.

Royce picked up his phone and dialed a number. The phone rang three times before it was answered, “Jamaica Pegasus Hotel…goodnight.”

“Goodnight ma’am. Please ring room 403 mi beg yuh.”

Irene at the front desk reception didn’t catch his voice, or pretended not to anyway. “Sir, I’m ringing you through now. Thank you for calling Jamaica Pegasus.”

“Hello?”

“H-h-hello. Goodnight. How are you enjoying your stay? I know that it is rather late, but I had to call.”

“Really? I was beginning to think you weren’t interested after all. So, tell me Mr. Royce why did you just have to call?”

Royce swallowed as he mentally willed himself to display the self-assured confidence of his best friend. “Keisha, sweetness. I awoke from a beautiful dream of us. It was so vivid. I reached out to pull you closer and hold you to me, only to find out that I was indeed dreaming.”

“Ha-ha. I’ve had the same dreams of you lately.”

“I-I-I was wondering if you cared to join me for a little while. We could find a local bar, play dominoes, talk, or whatever.”

“Royce, I’m sorry. I’m not interested in doing any of those things tonight. Why don’t you come to my room, and I will show you how I like to spend my time.” Keisha purred into his ear.

Royce groaned, “Mi cyan do that. I’m not allowed on the premises unless I’m working. If I am caught in a guest’s room, it will be the end of my job.” He was hoping that he would be able to spend some time with her without involving sex. He feared physical rejection from a woman like any man would. Royce had heard from his friends and co-workers that foreign women loved oral sex, which was one of the main reasons he had not attempted to date tourists. He wasn’t sure if he could manage oral sex with any woman.

“Royce? Can you hear me? “Keisha questioned.

“Eh? Whaa? Oh! Yeah man. Yeah. I guess I will see you some other time then. Have a good…”

“Royce, listen to me. I asked if you could come by and pick me up. I’m bored and lonely. Honestly, I’ll take you any way I can have you at this point. Did I tell you how sexy you sound with your husky Jamaican accent? I can wait to tast…errr see you. How soon can you get here?”

“Eeeehhhnnn. Mek mi come fe yuh now. Mi soon come. Get sexy fe mi nuh. I want to take you out.” Royce grumbled harshly. He could feel his nature rising and his blood boiling from the small compliment.

He tossed the phone on his small bed, and went to find his best outfit. Royce grabbed a washcloth, soap and clean boxers and headed for the pipe behind his house.

When he re-entered his house, his phone let him know that he had missed a call. Royce looked at the missed call display, and sighed. His heart raced, fearing the worse, as he redialed Keisha’s number.

“Royce, are you on the way? I’m sorry if I sound too anxious…it’s just…*clears her throat and laughs nervously*…just that I uh…I.”

“What’s wrong Keisha? I was heading out of the door just now. Did you change your mind?

“Change my mind? Hell no! I-I-I mean no…not at all. I’ve been waiting for you to call me, and I can’t wait to see you. I was beginning to think that you had changed your mind about me.”

“No baby. Mi soon come. I can’t wait to see you too. I will ring you when I reach so you can meet me outside.”

“Okay baby. Royce? Please hurry.” Keisha responded.

With those simple words caressing and embracing his thoughts and manhood, Royce jumped into his car and sped off. Royce lived 30 minutes away from the hotel, but he beat his own record time, arriving in 15 minutes flat. He rang her phone, and climbed out of his car to await her exit from the hotel. If she had really been in a hurry earlier, her sexy saunter would have never betrayed the truth.

The sight of Keisha took his breath away. She was wearing a strapless pink sundress that flowed effortlessly around her round ### and curvy hips. She had pulled her long hair up in a high ponytail, with a short even bang just touching her perfectly arched eyebrows.

Keisha smiled when she spotted Royce leaning against his car. She placed more effort into making sure her signature walk was more exaggerated and bold. Keisha knew that her walk could stop a blind man in his tracks. She wanted Royce harder than steel when she finally reached him, so she purposely took her time walking toward him.

Royce couldn’t take his eyes off of her if he wanted to. She was regal, sexy, beautiful…and all his for the taking. His manhood immediately responded to her slow tenacious gait. He instantly grew embarrassed, and tried to discreetly shift his missile away from the target. When he touched himself, his embarrassment immediately subsided. He couldn’t believe it, but he somehow felt larger…more swollen…harder than he ever remembered.

its baaaaackk

and then....

hey Jawi babylove

woo hoo! Ok who is keisha. I need to go back and read. I cant remember where we left off. Hey Shrewdie, you about to be on your way outta here soon right?

yesssssss (clapping hands in excitement)



me eida but me can use me imagination. this story sweet nuh rass

keisha a tourist....new character

“Hi baby. You got here just in time. I needed to do this like yesterday.” Keisha wrapped her arms around Royce’s neck and pressed her entire body into the length of his, and she suckled hungrily on his bottom lip.

Royce placed one hand at her waist, and pulled her hips closer to his. He nearly dropped the flowers that he held in the other hand as he attempted to grab her ###.

“Rass! Yuh nuh heasy yuh knoa. Wait a minute baby. Here these are for you.”

“Baby you got me flowers? They are gorgeous! Thank…*kiss* mmmmmmm…*kiss* y-you.” Keisha responded. She dropped the bouquet of flowers on the hood of the car as she reached to stroke the back of his head and pull his mouth even closer to her own.

Royce groaned against her mouth as his heat-seeking missile found its target. His dick throbbed and pulsed anxiously, knocking forcibly against her doors of pleasure. Royce cupped her soft full ### with fervor again new to him.

Keisha withdrew her lips, and exhaled loudly. “Whew! Damn. Now that we got that out of the way, let’s get out of here before I get you fired. Where are we going?”

Royce studied her lust-stricken face before he steadied himself to answer. “Back ah mi yaad.” He responded in a voice heavy with unspent passion. Royce attempted to restart their kiss, but Keisha quickly diverted her face.

“Now I’m as freaky as they come baby…but in your back yard? That sounds a little too freaky for even my tastes. You want us to howl at the moon too?”

“HA-HA-HA!! No baby. I said we can go back to my house. Yaad is the same as home. Ha-ha.”

“Oh. Okay. You have to teach me some more. I’m in the mood for dancing. I want you to get me all worked up, hot, bothered and horny as hell before I let you sample my goodies.”

“Eeehhnnn? What happened to not being in the mood for dancing?”

“Ha-ha! It’s a woman’s prerogative to change her mind. Have you ever made love in a club?”

Hi Sis! Whaa appenin? Yuh good babes?




Keisha is a new character in the story.

was wondering cause we were not at the meeting btwn Keisha and Royce.

Tony arrived at Natalie’s home promptly at 8 AM. He had the hotel prepare two bouquets of calla lilies, bird of paradise, gladiolas and hibiscus flowers. When an older woman, the exact replica of Natalie, answered the door, Tony smiled and greeted her warmly.

“Hello ma’am. You must be Natalie’s mother, Mrs. McCoy. I’m Tony…um Anthony Morgan, a friend of your daughter. Please excuse my manners…I don’t normally stare, but you are exquisitely beautiful. It is a pleasure to meet you. Oh. I’m sorry. These are for you. I hope you like them.”

“Eh? Good morning young man. My sincerest thanks for the compliment and the flowers. They are delightful. Do come in. So, Anthony Morgan, you are the young man that has my daughter up at arms – flittering all over my home.”

“MUMMIE!!! Stop gwaan like yuh try fe hembarrass mi. How yuh can chat so much? Hi Tony. I’ll be ready in a minute, I promise.”

“Hi Nat. Wow! You look amazing. These are for…”

“What have a told you about speaking that way in my home? That is no way for a respectable lady to speak. I raised you to carry yourself with dignity and class, and you will mind your manners young lady. Now, your gentleman friend was kind enough to bring flowers. Please bring a vase from the pantry dear.”

“Yes ma’am. I know. I’m sorry Mummie. Please excuse my manners Tony. Thank you for the beautiful flowers.” Natalie runs into the kitchen, and comes back with a vase for each arrangement.

mi deh yah jaws..inna class a goof off

oonu tuh rass craven...

are you implying we should use our imagination....