Southside Shawty Novels & Stories

"Joe Grind." Tasha narrowed her eyes. "So?" Debby burst into laughter. "That's what Jamaicans call the side guy who is only good for the bedroom. You know—sneaky link. I'm just saying! You seen his hands? He has long, thick fingers. Plus he got size twelve feet!" Debby wiggled her eyebrows in the mirror. "Girl, you're in for some hardcore loving tonight." "Stop it!" Tasha swatted her with a hairbrush. "Don't make me change my mind," she giggled, her face flushed and it wasn't because of the makeup she wore.

He greeted her, as she gave him a hug. At that same time, Alexander was coming our way. While Chris moves to my other side to give room for Alex. "Addie, I was waiting for you. You look, beautiful Princess." He whispered in my ear, his tone was a bit threatening but sexy at the same time. He was making me giddy on the inside, especially when he lowered his voice down as he called me Princess, which made me wet instantly, and from his smirk, he definitely knew. "Oh sorry. Alex, this is Shane the owner of this establishment and one of my college buddies. Shane, this is my boyfriend Alex." They shake hands briefly, and a bit tense. But from Shane's looks, I assumed he was used to this kind of a

Shania flinched when she realized she had been staring at him without blinking. “You should marry her…she's rich, famous and your type,” Shania said and averted her eyes from him. Christian heard her loud, but he chose to remain quiet. Shania frowned and crossed her arms over her chest. “Are you planning to keep me as your side chick, huh…your fuck toy?” She asked disdainfully, her eyes holding nothing but anger as she stared at him. Christian glanced at her and his lips quivered upwards into an amused grin.

A few socialite women whispered: "She looks like some old man’s toy, she came alone!" Her curly-haired friend, who was dressed like a North Coast dangdut singer, sneered: "Yeah, sugar babies are trending these days, Sis. Watch out for that guy, don’t let him turn out to be a sugar daddy on the side!" "Eww ... that’s such bad luck!" gasped a group of women with long, bleached hair that was straightened so flat it looked like ironing boards, and fake, fluttery lash extensions. "That’s why I get treatments regularly so I don’t get wrinkly!"

I remained defiant, despite the fear setting in. I stood my ground even though I knew everything could go sideways here. Sasha’s eyes narrowed. “You’ve got some confidence for someone who…” her lips curled slightly, “...looks like that in a bodycon dress.” The words hit, really hard, like they were meant to. For a split second, everything went quiet in my head. The music faded, the chatters disappeared…It was just me… and that familiar sting. The same one I had experienced for far too long.

Blue, for once in her life, hadn’t been ridiculously overdressed. Stood beside the petite blonde woman almost half a foot shorter and certainly far smaller, she was sure she could wear her wedding gown and still feel underdressed. Dressed in a brown floral two-piece with a top that hardly covered her swelling breasts and skirt that hung from her ribs to her ankles, she was certain she could look the part of wealthy heiress she had been so well prepared to play. But looking at Sandra’s suit and luxury camisole peeking out from beneath, Blue couldn’t help but wish she’d traded her colossal canvas wedge heels for a pair of sneakers… she’d certainly feel all the same; plain, unextraordinary.

A few years ago, knowing San Antonio was still the place he wanted to put down roots, Matt bought a large townhouse in the northwest area of the city. It was furnished in what one woman had called industrial male. So what if everything was steel and leather and monotones. The couch was comfortable, the flat screen television huge, and he spent most of his time in the third bedroom anyway, which he'd set up as a gym. Off-season was devoted to developing his upper body strength and getting laid. In his very large bed with the leather headboard.

she teased, her Southern accent thick and musical. He laughed, the sound echoing through the grand dining room. " Yes, really ," he replied. " How about we go to Nocturne on Saturday? " Surprise flickered across her face, quickly replaced with intrigue. " The jazz club? In Denver? " she asked. She was born and raised with the rhythm of blues and jazz in her blood, a gift from her Mississippi roots. But Jeremy, willingly to not attend his own team's game in Topeka, Kansas. That was unexpected.

You don't know anything, I even can't live with the girl that I loved the most, there is no one to understand, that I'm alone - you're not, I'm here for you, everyone here for you No answer, I thought at first that he won't accept but after a minute... - I don't have any brothers, would you accept me as a brother? - for sure, trust me, no matter what happens, I'll be always On your side... - thank you, your words made me happy, I appreciate that, I'm in

I was already feeling cold but I couldn't complain it was my fault for wearing a dress to look sexy. "And we are here" we both got out of the car . I adjusted my cloth as we walk into a fancy club with two bouncer standing by the side. Angi said something to one of the bouncer and he let us in. We both walk in to the club. Loud music was blasting so loud playing pills and automobile by Chris brown. People were busy rocking, making out ,tweaking in the dance floor. I could even see some people practically having sex. people could be .