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Jasmine had always held to the belief that it was the sweet, innocent songs of blue birds that awakened the sun every morning and coaxed it into its lazy crawl along the sky. Their sharp cries had been her alarm clocks all of her life. It was only on Sunday mornings that she could afford to linger in bed. She stretched languidly, her sculpted legs trying to grasp the bottom of her bed as her graceful arms danced in the air. Her jet-black waist length silky hair glided across the white pillows with her movements. How she loved the sound of birds singing. Even as a child she had relished this simple pleasure so much that grandparents had nicknamed her ‘morning song.’
But in the last few years her mornings had taken on more adult pleasures. It was her time to be good to herself, to remember that she was still a woman before the demands of motherhood and her land consumed all of her energy. She sank low in the bed as desire made her swoon. Her pussy tingled at the memory of her husband’s expert tongue. She moaned his name softly. How she wished that he were there with her. She could see him with his dark head buried between her legs, eating her with all the zeal of a last supper. ‘Oh baby, I wish that you could see how much I miss you,’ she said softly. ‘I just wish that we could always be the way we were in the good times.’ She reached over to her radio and put on some soft music that was just loud enough to drown out any sounds that escaped her lips. Living with children had made it necessary to learn the art of secret seduction.
She had practiced tantric meditation and sex with Mark and had continued to do so on her own. She got of bed and sat down on the floor in the lotus position. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply imagining the breath entering through her root chakra, the energy vortex located between her anus and vulva. She visualized the breath traveling through her body until it reached her third eye. Warmth flowed through her body in the opposite direction pooling in her pussy. It was then that she began to chant the sounds of the sex chakra. She could feel the moisture flowing out of her body onto the sheet. She continued to breathe deeply as she moved through the routine she now knew by heart. Soon her soul transcended her room.
She lay down on her back and opened her legs. Her fingers slipped between her legs. Her clit was rock hard. She rubbed it gently, allowing her passion to build slowly. When she could stand it no longer she lifted her legs and lower body in the air then brought them down over her face. The contortion brought her pussy in almost perfect alignment with her mouth. She lifted her head and stuck her tongue into her own heated flesh. She groaned at the exquisite taste of her own desire. Her fifteen years of gymnastic training hadn’t gone to waste. Her mother would be horrified but this was giving her more pleasure than winning medals ever could. She grabbed her behind and pushed her pussy further into her face. Heat scorched through her body. All of her charkas were erupting in volcanic urgency. She had to slow down, she had to make the moment last as long as possible. She unfolded her body and moved to the bed.
When she was laying down Jasmine slipped back into her fantasy. The music seeped into her bones, turning them liquid. She reached into a drawer and retrieved a bottle of Karma Sutra love oil. Slowly she massaged it into her entire body. She paid special attention to her breasts. As she held each breast in one hand, she massaged a liberal amount of oil into her firm flesh. She flicked her tongue over each nipple before taking it into her mouth and sucking greedily. She tasted of love oil and desire. She never seemed to get enough of her own passion on her fingers. She rubbed her clit. She could feel her moisture seeping through onto her fingers. She brought her hand to her lips. Making love to herself was so delicious.
She moved her fingers in small circles around her hard clit before inserting two into her vagina. She massaged the opening for a few minutes before slipping her fingers further onto her g-spot. Jasmine moved her fingers in small circles. She alternated applying pressure with soft strokes. Her pussy juices ran down her hands and into her soft, brown pubic hair. Just as she was about to climax, she pulled her fingers out of her aching body. She lay on her back. She licked her fingers.
Then she reached under her pillow and pulled out her favorite toy: a big double dildo. It was always clean and ready to go whenever she was. She always kept a bottle of water-based lube on the night table just in case she wanted to get freaky during the night. She slid the dildo down the length of her body then placed it in her pussy. She rubbed the large head over her clit. When it was marinated in her juices, she took it into her mouth. She slid it deep into her throat, the flexible rubber conforming to her mouth. Slowly she pulled it up until only the bulbous head remained. She locked her full lips around it. While she sucked on it, she used the other cock to play with her nipples.
She propped herself up on the big floor pillows. She placed a smaller one under her hips. She lathered both ends of the dildo with the lube then carefully inserted one into her pussy and the other into her ass. She almost came when her ass popped open and accepted the big cock. With both hands, she manipulated the dildos. She pressed it into her g-spot then slid it further into her t-zone. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she massaged the most sensitive area of her body. Her hips bolted off the pillow as a chorus of orgasms ripped through her body. She screamed Mark’s name in an endless chant as she spiraled out of control.
She wanted to linger with her feelings, to keep the weight of her past and future off her shoulders. She got back into bed and allowed the music to seem into her soul. Sometimes it would be easier if she had someone by her side but she loved the struggle of trying to make it on her own. But there was no way to relieve her pain except through solo sex and lots of work. But nothing seemed to permanently ease those painful times.
One of those times had been when her husband Mark had died in a car accident on Christmas Eve. He had been rushing home on a rainy night because she had complained that morning about how much time he was taking away from his family to climb the corporate ladder of success.
In the two years since his death, Jasmine had been consumed with so much guilt that she’d blocked off entire sections of her heart to help ease the pain. It had been her decision to raise their twin boys in the country, two hours away from Mark’s offices. She had wanted them to embrace the land and the Cherokee traditions that had been in her family for hundreds of years. Jasmine loved being close to nature, growing her own food and raising cattle just as her ancestors had.
It was the gentle peace of her country land that was slowly bringing Jasmine back to life. She had finally realized that it wouldn’t have mattered if she had moved her boys to the moon when their father would rather spend Christmas buried in paperwork instead of presents. While climbing through the murky depths of guilt and depression, Jasmine had finally admitted to herself that she had made a mistake with Mark. He had been so charming that her heart had failed to see how power hungry he was. They’d met at a birthday party while in college. He had been studying law and Jasmine was a business major. He’d always known how she felt about her parents’ farm and he liked the idea of having his own law practice in a little town where he could truly make a difference. But soon after they were married, he had taken a job out of town. That job had led to another at a prestigious law firm in the heart of the city.
Jasmine felt torn between her loyalty to him and to her parents. They had put her through business school in hopes that she could revive their dwindling business. Besides, they were getting on in year
s. Jade chose to stay with her ailing parents and the life that she loved. They became a weekend family. Most of the time, she felt like a single parent. She felt betrayed by the man of her dreams and her resentment grew each time he pulled out of the driveway and headed back to a life that was so different from hers. Eventually he felt like a stranger.
How could her heart have failed her when she had been told all her life that if she followed her heart she would find true happiness? She had felt betrayed by everything that she had believed in.
In her time of sorrow, she had found solace in something tangible, her land. Getting down on her hands and knees and feeling the earth between her fingers had been therapeutic. All of her life her family had taken pride in growing organic produce and animals. But one by one, their buyers had opted for the faster and cheaper chemically induced way of doing business. Her family had refused to change. Trying to make a living doing things her way was scary and frustrating at times but it gave Jasmine a purpose. With her three-year-old boys, she was now living the peaceful life that had always brought her joy. But she was a long way from trusting her heart with romance again.
The sudden sound of a bulldozer jolted her out of her musings. She sat up in bed as the reality of her life came flooding back to her. Right next to her oasis on land that had once held a family’s dreams, a sleek modern hotel was slowly coming to life. She couldn’t even mourn in peace. Her pale blue eyes, a memorial to a love affair between an ancestral grandmother and a white man, turned a stormy gray as her mind wondered to William Davis. William was in the business of luxury condos and high-rise apartment complexes. With the recent addition of a casino strip that would soon rival Las Vegas, Meadows Creek was fast becoming prime real estate. With his charming good looks and keen business sense William had bought most of the land close to her four acres. For her neighbors it was more money that they would see in make lifetimes on their own.
But William had come up against a five-foot, one hundred pound wall of opposition when he got around to Jasmine. She had made a promise to her father on his deathbed that she would keep the land in the family. Her boys had inherited her love for it. She saw it as their future and legacy. William soon realized that she was immune to his charms and his money. But he was a very persistent man. All around her Jasmine could see the ravages of time and progress. Several old families had sold their land and moved to the big city. She realized all too well, how tough it was to keep a small farm going amongst bigger operations where machines and pesticides triumphed over Mother Nature.
In the last year alone, she’d had to lay off workers who had been on the farm since she was a girl. Each month it became more difficult to pay the bills. The threat of selling out loomed larger with each day.
There was a knock outside her bedroom door. Jasmine plastered a smile on her face as Nicholas stuck his blond head in the door. ‘You wake mommy?’ he asked. Jasmine held out her arms. ‘Come in baby,’ she told him. Nicholas ran to her bed. He was in her arms before she noticed the mud on his bare feet and pjs. ‘Have you been playing in the mud again Nicky? How many times do I have to tell you not to?’
‘But we ‘ave a prezent for you,’ Nicholas said.
He looked at her with his big brown eyes and Jasmine’s irritation melted. He looks so much like Mark, she thought. He could’ve made her believe anything with his big brown eyes and easy smile. ‘Oh I love presents,’ she said. She threw on her robe and slippers and followed Nicholas into the kitchen where his identical twin brother Justin was standing in a pool of muddy water and holding on to the dirtiest dog that Jasmine had ever seen.
Her hands flew to her throat at the sight before her. ‘Oh my God where did he come from?’ she asked her children. ‘We found him’n the back yard and we gave him a bath. Can we keep him mommy? Pleease.’ Three pairs of pleading brown eyes looked up at her. Jasmine noticed that the boys had used her clean white kitchen towels to dry the filthy animal. The entire situation was so sweet and hilarious that Jasmine burst into laughter. The two little boys looked at each other and smiled. ‘We named him buddy, can keep him?’ Nicholas asked eagerly. Jasmine quickly composed herself. She knew that she had to break her children’s hearts but the dog had to be returned to its rightful owner. She inspected the expensive looking collar around the animal’s neck and her blood ran cold when she saw the name of William Davis. That scoundrel’s dog had wandered onto her property and her children had fallen in love with it.
She dreaded having to see that man again. She quickly wrote down his number. Then she knelt down in front of her children and told them that they couldn’t keep Butch. Her heart ached as tears clouded their eyes.
‘But maybe they threw him away,’ Nicholas said. ‘And we found him.’
‘Honey this is not a case of finders keepers,’ she told them. ‘You guys take buddy outside and I will call his owner okay.’
The boys hung their heads and walked outside. Butch whined and followed them.
Jasmine dialed her neighbor’s number and a groggy voice answered on the fourth ring. For a moment she admonished herself for not checking the time first but then her anger surfaced and she was glad that she had woken the mighty William Davis.
‘Hello Mr. Davis,’ she began in a too cheerful tone, ‘this is Jasmine Sander. I think your dog wandered onto my property and I need you to come pick him up.’
There was silence on the other end and Jade feared that he had fallen asleep but then he answered.
‘I’ll be over in about half an hour,’ William said.
Jasmine pulled on the jeans and plaid shirt that she had worn the day before. She ran a quick brush through her thick hair while she gave herself a quick once over. She hadn’t worn make-up since her return from the city. She much preferred the glow of the sun on her flawless dark skin. She applied a liberal layer of sun protection and a clear lip gloss to her full, sensual lips. She pulled her waist length hair into a sloppy ponytail and she was ready to take on the day, completely unaware of the striking picture she presented. The pride and determination of her people was evident in her four-eleven body. Her stride was confident, her back held straight. William Davis would soon get the message that she was a force to be reckoned with. The ring of the doorbell sounded loud to Jasmine’s ears. She wiped her palms on her jeans before opening the huge oak door.
William Davis Jr., whom everyone referred to as Billy, stared down at the pint-sized vision of perfection before him. She definitely didn’t fit the image of a dragon lady, which is how his father had described her. He had been anxious to meet her ever since he had taken over the hotel project from his father. It was hard to believe that a mouth so sensuous held a razor sharp tongue, he thought. Those full, red lips seemed to be made only for a lover’s kisses. His father had probably used his own particular brand of charm, which at times could be as abrasive as sandpaper on her baby smooth skin. But she had stood up to him and he knew firsthand how good that felt. That shared triumph made him feel a connection to her.
Jasmine stared at the towering man on her front step. He was so beautiful he took her breath away. She recognized him immediately as William’s son. They shared the same piercing blue eyes, dimpled chin and strong nose. She was completely at a lost as to how to deal with him until Billy gave her a warm smile and introduced himself. That smile made Jade’s knees weak and her heart began a series of somersaults.
Still she managed a smile and an introduction. Billy inhaled her sweet perfume. It entangled his senses. He watched in fascination as her tongue traveled across her lower li
p.
As their gazes reconnected, they both felt a lightening bolt of sexual awareness. The moment stretched between them, intense and tangible until the dog’s loud barking shattered it.
The dog came bounding around the corner with the boys close behind him. He threw himself at Billy who didn’t seem to mind the dirt in the least.
‘Hey boy! You got tired of my company uh?’ he patted the dog’s matted hair.
‘Can we keep him mister?’ Nicholas asked Billy.
‘Now we’ve talked about that remember,’ Jasmine admonished them.
Billy smiled at the beautiful little boys. ‘Sorry guys but I am sort of attached to old Mr. Jingles here. But tell you what, you can play with him a little longer if your mom would offer me a cup of coffee.’
Instantly all eyes were on her. Her first instinct was to refuse. He was after all William’s son. But Nicholas and Justin would be crushed if she said no.
‘Would you like a cup of coffee, Mr. Davis right?’ she asked with a smile.
He smiled. ‘It’s Billy and I’d love a cup.’
The boys screamed with excitement. In a second, they and the dog were out the back door and into the mud that would stamp to their clothes and take forever to get out.
As the adults made their way to the back of the house at a more dignified pace Billy took not of the various Indian artifacts displayed in the living room. In the large sunny kitchen Indian pottery and cookware was prominently displayed. Large sculptures decorated corners and walls. All around him was a sense of historic pride and culture that he’d always longed for in his own life. He had no idea of where his ancestors had come from. To listen to his father their lineage had started in America. His legacy was his money and it left him feeling cold.
He watched Jasmine closely as she measured coffee and place it into the coffee maker. Her small shoulders were tight with tension. He could only imagine how she must feel having him in her house. He had to find a way to make her see that he was not his father.
‘Where did you buy your sculptures?’ he asked conversationally.
‘I don’t. I make them myself.’
He gave a low whistle. ‘You did all this? It’s very good. Have you tried selling any of it?’
She gave him a cold look. ‘Not everything is about making money.’
‘I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to suggest it was. It’s just that they are so beautiful.’
He stared at a sculpture of a beautiful young woman with long black hair carrying an arrow.
‘That’s Pocahontas,’ Jasmine explained. ‘I admire her because she was willing to fight for what she believed in.’
Billy took a seat at her big wooden table and crossed his legs in an effort to calm the tension he now felt.
‘You know Pocahontas was very instrumental in forging peace between the Indians and settlers. She understood the concept of everyone working together for the good of all.’
Jasmine’s blood turned almost as hot as the coffee she was about to place into two large cups. She replaced the pot and turned to face Billy.
‘Yes, she did believe that we could all trust each other didn’t she? But look at what really happened. The white man did kill them and steal their land. The few of us that were left alive were put on reservations like cattle out to pasture and made second class citizens in our own country.’
She clamped down to keep the tremors from spilling out of her mouth. Her hands shook so badly she had to ball them into fists to keep them still.
‘I can’t do this. Could you just leave, please.’
Billy stood up. ‘I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. I’ll get my dog.’
Jasmine closed her eyes after he left the room. A few tears slid down her high cheekbones. She swiped at the furiously. By the time he returned with his dog and her boys she had composed herself.
‘Can Butch come over to play with us tomorrow?’ Nicholas asked her.
Angelica
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