--------------- TYRON ----------------

 

 

Well now. It seems as if I have gotten myself into quite the conundrum. Here I am, laying here on a stretcher. I can hear sirens and people shouting and screaming.. I'm fading in and out of consciousness. I'm in incredible, unending, indescribable pain. I can barely breathe and I feel like I'm drowning in my own fluid. I think my lungs are scorched.

There are people all around me, cutting away my clothes to get to my burned skin. I guess they are trying to save my life. I don't think they're going to be successful. I think I'm dying. I sure hope I am. Anything to stop this burning pain all over my body. It hurts everywhere. Even my nuts. They might've burned off. It feels like I've gotten a taste of Hell and was brought back to see the results. Maybe that's where I'm headed. I don't know. But this pain has to end somehow.

How, pray tell, did I wind up in this predicament you ask. Well, I guess I have a bit of time before I expire. I can tell you this little yarn of sin, sex, and debauchery. Afterward, you can take it as a precautionary tale. Heed my words and thoughts. Learn from my mistakes. I opened Pandora's Box and I'm paying for it.

It all started about eight months ago. Oh yeah, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Tyron Williams but my friends call me Ty. I'm 35 years old. I'm married to a wonderful woman named Isis. We've been together for ten years; married for eight and some change. We don't have any children, although we've talked about it on several occasions. She wants kids; I don't. Unbeknownst to her, I had a vasectomy a long time ago so I know I'm shooting blanks. No baby mama drama here. I'm having too much fun to slow down.

I guess at this point I should explain myself. I'm a party planner and promoter. I'm very good at what I do. Too good actually. Where we live in Prince George's County in Maryland, gentleman's clubs are frowned upon. Well they are in public. Quiet as kept, dudes still like to go see bad bitches take their clothes off. For that matter, women like seeing dudes and other women take their clothes off. I used to strip a while back and made a nice living of it but I began to see the light by promoting parties and managing dancers, booking events for them. I then get a piece of the cut and the take. I think I'm doing pretty well for myself.

I met Isis at an event I had one night. It was her birthday and her girlfriends took her out. She was going through a bad breakup with her ex and she needed someone to take her mind off of him. Well, I put on a show for her and definitely left an impression on her. We talked a bit after the show and I was quite taken with her.

Her ex is crazy. The woman is gorgeous. She's a bit on the heavy side. I could say that she was thick but I'd be lying and I knew it. Isis was a BBW and she knew it, too. I normally don't date big girls but Isis had curves for weeks and she made my mouth water. She had giant 46GG breasts that she couldn't hide or keep covered up for shit. Them mufuckas were just THERE. No denying them. Then there was the hips and soft round chocolate ass. Her body just looked soft and luscious; just ready to be devoured. Plus she had a beautiful simple face with scarcely any makeup on. Nice smooth chocolate skin. She had her hair done nice. Simply put, Isis just looked DELICIOUS.

All of that and the best thing of all about her was that she was simply the sweetest woman I've ever known. After getting to know her, you'd think, why would ANYONE want to hurt this woman? At least that's how I felt. I became quite smitten with her and we became an item.

Now, I had been in a few relationships before but my definition of a relationship was when two people are steady sexxxing on a regular basis. I had that and then some. Hell, I had that on multiple occasions at the same time. Meaning I was maintaining multiple "relationships" at once. With my looks and my game, it was natural to me.

But when I started seeing Isis, all of those other women began to not matter. Sure the gigs still came in and I did my thing. But shawty had me on lock. I was her Superman and she was my Kryptonite. I was like Steve Arrington singing Weak At The Knees. That's how she made me feel.

But as the saying goes, it's hard for a leopard to change his spots, if not impossible. I was who I was. As good as Isis was in bed, I still thirsted for strange pussy. There was just too much of it out there to conquer. I wouldn't say that I got crazy wild with it. I was discreet. I knew the rules. I made sure home was taken care of and home was all that mattered above all.

So I started doing the management and promoting thing instead of dancing. This was fine by Isis. She wanted me to stop dancing. She never came out and said it but I knew she did. That's what kind of person she was. She didn't like to argue or have anyone mad at her. She was sweet to a fault almost. Anyway, she knew that's how I made my money so she was thrilled when I told her my plans. She wanted me all to herself and why not? I was her man after all.

But I did my thing on the side. I had a couple of shawtys who took care of me when I was out of town on business. Hell, I always had some dancer or fan trying to get at me, possibly to get the crumbs from my dinner table. I did partake from time to time but as I said before, Isis always came first.

As I said before, all of this started about eight months ago. I had cut down doing the side thing significantly. I was at home more often and spending more time with my baby. Isis was loving this. She ate it up. She went out of her way to make me realize that I didn't need to be out there anymore because I had a freak at home.

Now I will say this. I don't know what Isis's ex was doing with her in the bedroom. I think it took some real coaxing for her to hit that spot that night on her birthday. I think it's true what they say about unlocking a woman's passions. I mean, man, I'll tell you. Once she got going, Isis's passion had no boundaries. She was down for whatever I wanted to do.

As I got to know her over the past ten years, I realized that Isis was just a freak in the making and it just took the right man to bring it out of her. That was just a feather in my cap. But I did start taking her for granted a bit. She busted me for cheating a couple of times and forgave me. She truly loved me to pieces and I was hers for life.

So one night, I was home and in bed with Isis. She liked to sleep nude and this drove me crazy. Sometimes, she would cuddle me like a big-ass baby and I'd nuzzle up in those glorious mammaries of hers. We were doing this for a bit and I was watching a bit of porn on my tablet. She watched with me. This was another thing about her. I think she watched as much porn as I did; maybe more. But she liked to watch gay porn. She watched women, too mostly squirting videos. That was because she wanted real bad to do that, too. As good as my dick and tongue game was, I had yet to get her to do that.

Anyway, we were watching this video with Skyy Black. Even though she is old school, she's still my favorite porn star. I had tried to book her for a show once but she wanted too much money. I think Isis saw how my eyes danced while I watched her do her thing. The woman is just nasty in bed and Isis was right. My mind was overflowing with all kind of thoughts of all the nasty freaky things I'd do with her.

"You like how she works that ass, don't you?" she asked me.

I just nodded. "She didn't used to be that thick before. She's put on some weight over the years. But BBW porn is all the rage now, especially in the Black market so maybe she's just trying to stay relevant. I do love the way the weight looks on her though." I said.

Isis frowned. "Do you think I could be a porn star?" she asked.

I just looked up at her. "Baby, I'd be amazed. Your freakdom has come a long way but you're not at that level." I told her. "And why would you want to be. You're my own personal porn star; isn't that what you told me?"

She smiled and leaned down to kiss my forehead. "You're right Daddy. I'm your freak. For you and you only."

I just grinned and continued watching the movie. Isis watched with me. "I can see why you like her though. She is very beautiful and sexy. Her skin looks so soft and smooth," she observed.

I stopped the movie and sat up, looking at her. I had been trying to stoke an interest for her in another woman for a long time. I wanted to have a threesome with her. She just wasn't ready to go down that road. But we'd always talk about what kind of woman she'd be attracted to. She could never give me a straight answer. This was the first time; she had made a genuine observation about attraction to another woman since we've been together. Oh sure, she'd made comments about another woman's ass after she caught me looking at a phat ass on the street or if she saw an ass that she just knew I'd gawk at. But never has she made a statement about how attractive a woman is to her.

"So that's what kind of woman turns you on?" I asked.

"Whoa! Whoa!" she said, holding her hand out. "Pump your brakes. I never said anything about turning me on. I just said she's beautiful, that's all. And she is."

I had gotten all excited for nothing. "Okay baby." I said and left it alone.

"I think Paris would be turned on by her." Isis added.

I just groaned, maybe a bit too obvious. "What?" Isis asked. "Paris would. That's her kind of girl."

"Nothing baby. It's all good." I said.

Paris Stanford was Isis's best friend. I didn't like the bitch. We used to be cool but Paris saw fit to be all up in my Kool-Aid without knowing the flavor. She had dimed me out to Isis on more than one occasion about other bitches I dealt with.

Paris and Isis graduated high school together and they were roommates for a while as they went to college but neither of them finished school. Paris was wild and she was a dancer as well. She worked for me a bit and I threw some cheddar her way by booking shows for her. But like I said, the bitch needed to mind her business.

However, her and Isis were cool. They hung out a lot and talked. Isis wasn't much of a club person these days and I think that kind of thing slowed Paris down. Whatever. I think they spent too much time together.

On the real, I wanna grude-fuck the shit out of Paris. I'd admit the girl is fine. She's a bit taller than Isis, which isn't saying much because Isis is only like 5'1. Paris is more like 5'5 but is truly thick. We're talking 36-28-40 measurements. She has that cafe-au-lait, creamy skin color, soft pouty lips and green eyes. She has a few tats and piercings that gave her a ratchet look.

Isis told me that Paris was wild back in the day and I've seen her do some shyt in the clubs. She does swing both ways and she might even have a thing for Isis. I've heard her tell Isis that she was beautiful but it was in the context of them talking about me when I got busted cheating and Paris was trying to cheer Isis up. I don't know; I just know Isis isn't feeling her like that.

"I know you don't like her but baby Paris is my friend." Isis pleaded her case. "You just don't like it when I talk about her. She really is a sweetheart."

"Baby, Paris is cool with me. I don't have a problem with her." I lied. I sat up again and looked at her. "Let me ask you this. Has she ever come on to you?" I asked.

Isis gave me an embarrassed smile and looked down. She slowly nodded. "I'll admit, she has." she said.