This Is My Jam Regular Show Novels & Stories

After making myself cum for the first time in years I decided to shave my entire body, so I was completely smooth all over. I crossed my legs and watched as Jamal nervously walked in. His eyes were doing their best to not look at me, but they were failing. He was in baggy blue jeans and a white vest that really did show off his big, muscular, ebony body. "I... I'll get looking." He stuttered. For such a big, hot guy, he seems very nervous.

I replied without looking at him. The remote was still in my hand. I’d landed on a fashion channel, something I usually didn’t care about, but for some reason, I stayed there—maybe out of inertia, maybe for the noise. A colorful, over-the-top jingle burst onto the screen, grabbing attention even though I pretended not to care. “Gossip of the Week!” the TV announced, and Marcus chuckled softly beside me, as if he found it all amusing. “These shows are pure drama, huh? Just nonsense.”

He even hit you! "Do you know how much joy it gave me, watching him turn on you? In those moments, I knew I had crushed you beneath my feet. So what if you're the daughter of a casino magnate? You still lost to me!" With that, Ember let out a mocking laugh. Looking at her unraveling like that, I didn't want to waste another word. I turned quickly to leave. But she pressed a drug-soaked cloth over my nose and mouth, and everything went black.

I shared with him while fondling the pillow that I was given as a gift. "Nice, you have so much respect for everyone on your team. That is beautiful and sorry for not knowing early,"he stated and turned his attention to the camera in other words meet up with ge kind. "I hate to say this but our name is up and now we say our goodbyes. Let us meet here at the same time, same day and of course Same station. Please let's give Jazz a round of applause for bracing our show today and have a fantastic tomorrow and days to come," he ended the show with a perfect note that was highly viewed. Infact, the viewing rate had surpassed a billion. An experience that has never happened in the history of enter

Father says, dabbing his eyes as he walks back to his seat. Father, I promised I wasn't going to be emotional today! I fight back the tears that threaten to fall. “Jordan….. Where do I start?” Mrs. Charity asks, smiling. “The beginning?” Jamal says, causing us to all laugh. Who made this boy anchor this programme with Tony?

He looked impressed. “I was the DJ that night. I’m Jamal.” “Yes. I remember you,” Chelsea said. “How about a song tonight for this happening crowd?” Jamal asked. “Oh no.” “Why not?” Shelby asked. “Yeah, CeCe. I would love to hear you sing. I haven’t heard you sing in so long,” Georgie said. “You actually want to hear me sing?” Chelsea asked. “Of course. You sing like a bird and I haven’t heard you sing in so long,” Georgie repeated.

I've never spoken more than ten words to him, but I've thought about him every single time I touch myself off-camera. "Hey, Jade." His voice is low and casual, like he's not standing in my doorway while I'm barely dressed, like this is a normal Tuesday night conversation. "Can I come in? We need to talk." "I'm kind of busy right now." "I know." His eyes hold mine without blinking. "Your show starts in eight minutes. You usually go live around nine on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Sometimes Saturdays when you're behind on rent." The blood drains from my face so fast I feel dizzy. My hand tightens on the door frame. "How do you know that?"

I step off the train and onto the platform, walking down three flights of stairs with my earbuds in my ears and my favourite Jam 🎵 Vida Loca by Black Eyed Peas🎵 blasting in my ears. It's the only song that I can lose myself in. I think it's the line 'It's my life, bitch' that gets my blood pumping and my feet moving. A distraction from the real world and my dilemmas It takes me less than twenty minutes to make it to my neighbourhood.

I do my best not to think of tomorrow. “I really wish Hendrix was here, too,” Jamie mumbles. “Maybe he would mount us.” “Eeeeeeeeeew!”

Andrea was staring at the ceiling thinking when she grabs her phone and play music. Playing: Perfect by Pink Made a wrong turn, once or twice Dug my way out, blood and fire Bad decisions, that's alright Welcome to my silly life Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood Miss knowing it's all good, it didn't slow me down Mistaken, always second-guessing, underestimated Look, I'm still around Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel Like you're less than fuckin' perfect Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel like you're nothing