Damn!
It was a beautiful March spring morning. My birthday was approaching but I started celebrating on the 1st of the month, so I was on already on 1,000. I was still in the mindset of trying new things and finding new things that made me happy. I was putting more time and effort into getting cute for no reason other than for self. I always choose comfort over anything, so I threw on a fuchsia colored two piece set and some cute black tennis shoes. I was heading to the dealership to get my car serviced for its normal checkup so there was no need for heels or makeup. I walked into the dealership and gave my name and keys to the service technician then found a place to sit that was quiet and not near anyone. I pulled my book out of my purse and put my cell phones up. I knew it would take about an hour, so an hour of reading would get my mind quiet from all of the errands I would run after leaving the dealership.
Naturally, I pay attention to my surroundings, therefore I noticed the older woman to the left of me watching the daily morning show on the TV. There was an older male directly in front of me but a few rows up flipping through a magazine. There was a mother sitting in the kiddie room tending to her active child. Lastly, there was a tall male, no older than 40 years old, that was standing at the coffee machine when I first walked in, who’d just finished getting his drink. He came sat near me but not too close. I would or could say that he could have chosen another seat but I didn’t get the vibe that he was going to be a pest. Normally, I can tell early on. We made eye contact and did the silent hello nod and I returned to my book.
I took a sip of my bottled water and realized I needed to use the restroom. I put my book in my purse and went the the restroom. Once finished in the restroom, I headed back to the waiting area and noticed someone new in the room. It was a younger lady who sat not too far away from the older male that was in front of me. I didn’t go back to my original seat, I moved down one chair to place a bit more space in between me and the tall man from the coffee machine.
As soon as I sat down he said “I promise I took a shower this morning. I didn’t think I smelled that bad.” I looked in his direction and laughed. He said “First you move away from me and now you’re laughing at me. Man, this day has to get better.” I said “You are funny. I was only trying to be socially distant.” Now it was his turn to laugh. I pretended to be offended that he laughed at me. He said “If I were to get you sick from this far away, I assure you that I would pray for your speedy recovery and take great care of you, if you allowed me to.” I thanked him for the sweet joke and pulled my book out of my purse. He notices and says “Thanks for insulting me and laughing at me. Your smile was worth it and your laugh washes away the insult. Enjoy your book Ms. Angela, I’m Deshawn.”
I looked into his eyes and replied, “Nice meeting you Deshawn. I see that you’re an ear hustler.”
He said, “You could say that. I would say that I pay attention to my surroundings or maybe you talk really loud.” I couldn’t help but to laugh because I don’t know how to whisper at all. At this point, I’m obviously intrigued. He was tall, very attractive, well spoken, paid attention to his surroundings, had a sense of humor, offered to pray for me, which could mean he may have a relationship with God and he had beautiful teeth to match. I snap back to reality because my head and heart almost started planning a wedding and I engaged in more small talk with Deshawn.
Fast forward 3 months in and I was trying to figure out how my life changed so fast. I was absolutely smitten and Deshawn’s nose was wide open. Since meeting at the dealership, we talked daily and went on a few dates before we decided to only date one another exclusively. We had our normal date night one night and he went all out. He gifted me flowers, a new dress and shoes to wear for the night. Surprisingly I had a gift for him as well, a new bottle of cologne that he smelled and liked when we were in the mall for lunch one day.
We had grown to know that we both pay attention to each other so I knew something was going to happen tonight but I wasn’t sure what. At dinner he asked me to be his woman. He said that he wants to marry me but he knows that I like to take things slow and I needed time to process it all. He said he knew that I was his wife when he first saw me but he didn’t want to scare me off. If he only knew how close I was to thinking about starting to plan a wedding the first day we met.
Four months later, he proposed to me in a way I’ve always imagined. It was small and intimate and I for the first time ever didn’t have a clue. It was just him, myself and a couple of close friends (literally 4), a professional videographer and photographer to capture the moment. He gave a speech about the number 7 and its significance, since we had been dating for 7 months. He decided that it was time to end the title of being his woman and go into month 8 as his fiancé. New beginnings. Of course I said yes.
Everything about him felt right. I had been in love twice before but never felt like this. It felt like I knew this man before, like home, like comfort. I could actually picture me walking down the aisle to him. I was never able to do that before. Our chemistry was blatant and our communication reminded me of why it took so long to meet the man of my dreams. I had a lot of lessons to learn to prepare me for him. Thank God for the lessons and his perfect timing.
Normally, I would have thought that I was moving too fast but my bones yearned for this man. My heart fluttered with the mere thought of him. We went to church together, prayed together, laughed and cried laughing together. We had a few disagreements but we never went to sleep without resolving them or getting clarity on each others point of view before moving on or going to sleep. He treated me as if he never wanted to lose me. He said that I felt like home and felt safe. He never met a woman like me and he could tell that I had waited for him. I treated him with love, respect and peace. He prayed for that. Our relationship wasn’t perfect but it was perfect for us. Trials and tribulations were a breeze between us. God truly made this experience and blessing worth the wait.
Wedding day didn’t take long to get here. Engagement photos, dress shopping, planning and everything in between, happened so fast. It was all a blur. I was just ready to stand before our God and closest friends to declare our love and commitment. Makeup done, hair and nails, dress is on and the day is going off without a hitch. I exited out of my dressing room and head to the aisle. I didn’t feel nervous or anything. Of course it was beachside adorned with the most beautiful sky and weather I could’ve imagined. There was only about 12 people total to celebrate our union, a few close friends/family and the same videographers and photographers from the proposal/engagement shoot. As I walk down the aisle to the man of my dreams, I make eye contact with everyone in attendance. Not a dry eye in the area. Everyone knows how much each of us had prayed for this moment. The sand is in between my toes, the cool breeze hitting my face, the sun kissing my skin and I’m cherishing each step. Soaking in this long awaited moment.
I felt a tap on my shoulder, I turned around but no one was there. Then I felt a shake and everything went black. I opened my eyes and I was back in my room, in my bed. I had just been awaken out of my sleep. It was all a dream. Damn…
March 21, 2023
Subscriber Submission: Damn!
” In the fall, I usually host a business seminar and the audience is always eager and ready to make their mark. As the instructor, I am always ready to assist in this part of their business journey. As I walk in, I scan the room to see who’s here and what demeanor they’re giving off. I began by checking the registration list to see if the room matches the list. As I called the names out, I purposely made eye contact with each person in order to get name and faces together. I got towards the end of the list I noticed a woman we shall refer to as First Row Third Seat.
She seemed a bit shy but something about her said that she’s here on purpose. Little did I know, she would shed that shyness in the later weeks of the seminar. As the weeks pass by, First Row Third Seat opens up a bit more each week. Conversations after the lectures are brief but seemingly calculated. I wondered to myself, is it the purposely calling on her during the lecture or was there some other motive.
Conversations towards the end of seminar, shifted to activities outside of the lectures. We discussed some nightlife spots that could be enjoyed. Never once did it occur to me that I could run into her at any of the spots but again the shyness was disappearing and more comfort was being established. What occurred next really caused me to pay attention for the rest of the seminar. In walks First Row Third Seat, not like all of the other times I found her in class, slumped down in her chair trying not to be noticed. This time, she was in white jeans, a nice blazer and heels that made me pay more attention than I had ever before. Now you must understand that I couldn’t be obvious but I noticed everything from head to toe. She shared that after class that she had an engagement to attend. From this time forward she seem to be a natural in all of her interaction with me. Shyness was nowhere to be found.
The seminar was coming to a close and First Row Third Seat was still all smiles yet more and more she seemed comfortable interacting with me after each lecture. She reveals she needed to speak with me but not in the current setting. I would be naïve if I said I didn’t know what the conversation could be about but I decided not to assume anything or fill in the blanks for her. I suggested that we get together for drinks to discuss what was on her mind.
We meet for drinks and for the second time since I have known her; her attire is eye catching. Only this time, there was no need to be reserved. I can really examine her from head to toe without worrying about it looking inappropriate. Her dress hugged all of the curves I had seen in those white jeans but this selection was by far her best selection to date. Unlike during the seminars, I was able to receive a hug that set the tone for the evening. I ordered drinks to lighten the mood so that the conversation and time spent could flow naturally. After ordering drinks, I simply couldn’t keep my eyes off her. I was hoping that I wasn’t making her feel uncomfortable with my purposeful stares. This lady had such beauty and class about herself, I couldn’t help but to admire her. This was not the woman that I saw at the beginning of the seminar. She was good at hiding all that she had to offer but I was even better at reading what she was hiding. Finally, I interrupt the purposeful stares and I ask First Row Third Seat what would you like me to know? She says, “you maintain eye contact with each of your attendees and I find it very sexy”. She also mentions that she finds me attractive. My response to her is, “Oh really?” She eagerly responds with a sexy and inviting “Yes.”
By this time, I really can’t keep my eyes off of her. Everything about her stands out from her beautiful slanted eyes to her mesmerizing smile. Very alluring yet subtly giving you just enough to cause you to want more servings of what she is serving. We are now in our comfort zone with more drinks on tap. We are closer than ever before. Her invites are classy and very calculated. My acceptance to her invites are purposeful with the intent to stay near for the rest of the night. We have company at the bar but my focus is on her. The closer I get the better the conversation becomes. I whisper soothing words in her lovely ears and her body tells me she is agreeing to my touch. I see the way she responds. Mentally she’s telling me to give her more and mentally I oblige.
Our company takes notice as soothing words escape First Row Third Seat with a luscious volume. Finally she has to excuse herself to regain composure because of the music we mentally created together. As she excuses herself I can’t help but to stare as she walked away. My mind is made up to continue on this journey to see more of what she had been successful at hiding. I can still smell her scent and definitely her mental aroma that had been oozing out since we hugged. She’s back but we really were just getting started. We both look at one another and we mentally connect as if we had never lost connection. It can be said that all good things must come to an end however we haven’t even started. Without saying it, we agreed to see one another again because clearly we had too much company, even though we were able to phase them out and make mental music.
We leave and I walk this ambitious, beautiful, calculated, confident, determined and everything you’d want in a woman, to her car. I remember her speaking briefly about PDA but I knew that I wouldn’t participate in that tonight. Nah, I wanted to continue and I thought PDA would ruin that. No, this woman was going to be respected tonight. There would be another time for that. So with no fanfare, a forehead kiss is placed above her pretty eyebrows. This seems to confuse her but her hug says next time will be different. The message conveyed to her is your mysterious and calculated approach will be respected and your comfort is important to me.
I call her and we have small talk until she makes it home but I can’t take my mind off of what her body said all night. Pull me close it whispered. I anticipated the next time by counting down the time. I had been intrigued by her mysteriousness since those white jeans and then the black dress was the signature invite I was going to use to get invited to this mental engagement. She makes it home safely and we say our good nights.
All I can say is Damn….. You never know. “
This was a fire read! Now I can’t wait to write another DAMN story. LOL!
August 10, 2021
**** This is a submission from a Sincerely Angie subscriber that was sent back in 2019. I am just getting around to posting it. If you would like to submit a blog post for the DAMN series, send a message through the contact page. ****
DAMN…
It was around 7 o’clock pm. She had just gotten off of work and needed to go to the mall to get a gift for someone. If she was being honest, she actually wanted to treat herself to something sexy from Victoria’s Secret because she deserved it. It had been a long week and she just wanted to get home, take a nice long bath and sip on her favorite wine. She still needed to add more items to her online store to prepare for a sale that she decided to have. She would probably end up being on the computer all night long but didn’t mind because this was her baby and she enjoyed nurturing her for the last 3 years.
As the woman was leaving the mall, she received a phone call from her special person and he asked if he could come over. Although she had a lot to do, she always made time for this one. She got home, prepped her computer and work station to prepare for a night of work after he left. There was a knock at the door. He was on the other side dressed to perfection and smelling like her favorite version of him. They hugged, kissed and just stood there for a moment. Her favorite place to be when they we’re in a good place. Just because he’s her special person, doesn’t mean that there wasn’t an urge to want to strangle him sometimes.
Silently, they got undressed and headed straight to the shower. She would love to say that they read each other’s mind but they didn’t. The shower is routine on rough days for them. He seemed to always know when it was necessary. He turned the water on and made it nice and hot like she liked it. It was too hot for his liking but he dealt with it because of her. She stepped in first and he got in right after. They stood there for another moment and just held one another as the water cascaded down their bodies. The woman asked him about his day and he went into great detail about his breakfast, work, lunch and activities after work. She loved hearing about his day. His memory was impeccable and he paid attention to everything.
The man recapped his day and turned his focus to her.
“Enough about me” he said, “How are you?”
She started to talk about her day and realized that what was more important, was right in front of her.
She said “My day is over and that’s all that matters.”
They hugged tightly and he reached for the soap. He lathered his hands with soap and started to hand wash her body. Starting with her arms, while facing him, one at a time, he tended to them with much precision and care. The shoulders were up next, with slight massages as he rubbed the soap over her body. He acted as if he was sculpting a statue. She just stood there amazed at his selflessness and allowed her body to feel every sensation from the strong hands gliding up and down her front to the hot water that massaged her back.
After the hand wash, he grabbed a towel, lathered it and ran it across her body. Getting in between each toe and under her breasts. He’d seen her shower so many times, he knew her wash routine. He followed each step as if he were her. Wash rinse, wash rinse, body wash, and rinse. It was the her turn so she grabbed the soap, turned his body so that the water could hit his back while she tended to the front. She lathered her hands and allowed them to gracefully glide over the defined muscles that adorned his body. She played around on his arms and chest as she tried to not eagerly rush to her favorite part of him. She finally made her way to his partner in crime and he was already hard and bouncing. She reached for more soap so that she could massage him and his two friends smoothly. He tilted his head back to enjoy the sensations of the water hitting his head, while she massaged the other one. Before things got out of hand, she turned him around and washed his back, rinsed him off and turned the water off.
They exited the shower and he grabbed her towel and proceeded to dry her off. He made sure that not a single drop of water was left on her body. They walked to the bedroom and he grabbed a bottle of lotion and poured it into a glass dish and warmed it up. She laid down and he applied the lotion to his hands and lotioned/massaged one leg then the next. Making sure to not miss an inch of skin, he took his time and stared at each leg while doing so. His strong hands massaged her feet to perfection. He separated her legs and she noticed he peaked at her garden. She knew that he thought that he dried all of the water off of her but there was a leak in her flower pot and it was caused by him. He closed her legs and moved on to her arms, then stomach and breasts.
He turned her over and started at the back of her legs, butt and then her back and shoulders. She was sure by this time, the silky pool that was forming between her legs was even more visible. Her body was completely lotioned up and very relaxed. She turned over onto all fours with her backside facing him and looked back at him. He started to reach for more lotion.
“That’s not what I want.” she said
She could tell that he was taken aback, but it only took a second before he realized what she wanted. He grabbed his partner in crime and was about to slide in. She reached both hands around and opened up a bit to let him slide in. Silk immediately coated his PNC and the wetness was louder than their moans. He pulled out and went to get a towel. She scolded him and told him to not get out again. She was throbbing and needed everything he had to give her. She wanted every stroke and every thrust. He got back in and they got in sync.
The man asked “Do you really want me to stay in?”
The woman replied “I don’t care what you do, just don’t get back out.”
Moments later their climaxes came. After a few moments, they headed to the bathroom to clean up and they talked about what just happened as she is normally not so forward. They had been taking showers for weeks with no action afterwards so this caught him off guard. The woman just felt like it was time to connect and because he handled her with such care earlier, she was aroused and needed to complete the night. They kissed, hugged and called it a night.
She logged into her period tracker app on her phone to note that she had sex for the day and noticed that it was an ovulation day.
Damn…
Posted 3/28/20 @12:30pm
DAMN…..
A woman sits in a room and in walks a man whose stride carries an air of confidence around him. She gives a second glance but turns away quickly so not to stare. He proceeds to speak to everyone making eye contact in the process. The woman notices this and immediately starts smiling, for this is a man who is not afraid to look someone in their eyes. Something that very few men did. It shows confidence.
Weeks go by and she notices that she can’t stop thinking about this man. First brushing it off as a silly crush and then deciding that there’s no way possible that this man is single. But he doesn’t wear a ring nor is there a mark where a ring could’ve been. The woman decides that she will eventually just tell him that she admires his aura and confidence just to get it off of her chest. For months there’s an exchange of pleasantries until she decides to contact him to ask a question about places he mentioned that he frequented. He responds without hesitancy and offered up more suggestions that were of convenience to the woman.
More time passes and more pleasantries follow. A comfort level between the two ensues. Off and on text message conversations and a couple of phone calls occur and the woman reveals that she wants to tell him something in person but not in their current setting. He suggests that they go out for drinks one evening to talk about it. The conversations up to this point had been very generic. Nothing personal asked or shared, just general conversation.
The night comes when they are to meet for drinks. The woman puts on a little black dress that is perfect for any occasion, not too long, not too short but very fitting. Showing just enough to let him know that this night was personal, not business related. She walks in a few minutes late and walks over to him and gives him a friendly hug. He is taken aback by her appearance, as it is much different from how he normally sees her. He compliments her and asks her what she wants to drink. Obviously due to the setting the comfort level is more pronounced and the chemistry between the two is undeniable.
Man: “Wasn’t there something you needed to tell me in person?” he asked, after a plethora of small talk.
Woman: “Yes, I don’t mean to come off disrespectful or anything but the first day I saw you, I noticed the way you looked everyone in their eyes and maintained eye contact. That was probably the sexiest thing I have ever seen. And I find you very attractive.”
Man: “Is that right?”
Woman: “Yes.”
After about two drinks the chemistry really starts to show. His voice gets deeper with each word he speaks and the woman squirms with excitement. He leans in to whisper something into her ear and touches the small of her back throughout the night and it sends her into euphoria each time. He is mentally seducing her at those moments. Moans begin to escape her mouth and there was nothing she could do to stop it. The bar wasn’t crowded but people were close by. A patron sitting next to her looks in her direction as he hears her moans as well.
The woman excuses herself and goes to the ladies room to recover. This gentleman is very attractive, smart, mature, sexy, and he is very smooth. She reads all of his mannerisms and they say ‘this man is a man who knows what he is doing,’ ‘stay away or you will fall hard.’ Of course she doesn’t listen, she goes back to him and enjoys him a little while longer. She’s enjoying the mental stimulation he is giving her. Not to mention the part of her body that she once thought was broken or dead is now pulsating with life.
The night is coming to an end and he walks her to her car and hugs her and places a kiss on her forehead. She looks up at him confused, after the mental love making session he just put her through, all she gets is a forehead kiss? They hug again and she purses her lips to kiss him. He gives her 3 small pecks and one last hug before saying his final goodbye. She gets into her car and her phone rings, he is calling to talk to her until she makes it home safely.
The woman is still stuck on the forehead kiss and pecks so she asks, “What was the forehead kiss about? Are you not a fan of PDA?” he replies, “I enjoy it, I just didn’t want to disrespect you or make you feel uncomfortable.” This man is good she thought. How could he possibly do all that he just did inside the bar and then leave her hanging like that. Always leave them wanting more she imagined was his MO. Again, this man is one to be careful of. He is smart. Charismatic. A charmer. A ladies man. Steer clear. But this woman loves a challenge, so she didn’t listen.
Damn…..
Posted on 2/10/2015
