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Man Crush Monday

Note: Due to the rampant uprising of plagiarism on this site and others I am stating once and once only that this is my ORIGINAL work. If I find out that you have stolen/taken any part of my work I will handle you and the situation the way I see fit.

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A/N: I know this is a lil late lol but this is part of my Smut Week writing challenge which you can find here. Hope yall enjoy Producer Zab!

Length: 1,431 words

Genre: Smut

It was a rainy Monday night when Jade was scrolling through her IG feed. Just when she was bored of the app, she got a notification that her favorite producer, Zabdiel posted to his page. Clicking on it, Jade was met with the best site she’d ever seen. There he was, in all his sweaty glory, in his custom home gym. Jade moaned at the site and decided to be a little bold. She clicked on the post share button and posted him to her story with the caption “Mmmmm looking fine. #MCM” Unbeknownst to Jade, a fellow fan who followed her, saw her post and decided to screenshot it and tag him and Jade both. Jade was a singer with moderate fame and a small following on various social media sites so it was a big deal when she posted other celebs. Jade decided to call it a night and soon was off to sleep.

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The next morning she awoke to the incessant buzzing of her phone and a missed facetime from her bestie Malina. She didn’t bother with her notifications but chose to return Malina’s call.

“Malina girl what’s up.” Jade spoke as she sleepily rubbed her eyes.

“Well judging by your calm ass demeanor, I guess you haven’t been on ig or twitter?” Malina said.

“Uhhh no. Did something happen?” Jade asked.

“Girl! You’re blowing up! Apparently some fan accounts of Zabdiel caught your story and posted it on their pages. Well Zabdiel saw it and reposted it.” Malina said. Jade damn near short circuited when Malina said that last bit.

“Malina, imma call you back.” Jade hung up and immediately checked her instagram. She had thousands of notifications. She checked her dms and almost passed out. There on top was a dm from Zabdiel himself.

“Hey sorry if this is weird but I saw the post and I’m flattered. I’m going to this industry party later on tonight and I saw your name was also on the guestlist and was wondering if we could meet in person.

Jade had to compose herself before she responded or else she’d definitely make a fool of herself.

“Shit I’m just now seeing this. Yeah I’ll be there tonight and I’d love to meet up. See you tonight!

Jade was just about to exit her dms when she saw he replied with a smiley face. She liked his response then sat her phone on her side table and decided to get ready for her day.

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She arrived at the party a little late due to her indecisiveness. After she tore her closet apart, she finally settled on a simple black long sleeved crop top with a red plaid skirt, and some black doc martens.

She walked into the venue and was immediately hit with the smell of weed. She also took note that there was a group of ppl doing lines of coke at a vip table. Jade made her way to the open bar and ordered herself a watermelon whisky sour. Zabdiel spotted her as soon as she walked in thanks to her posting her look on ig beforehand. He made his way over to her and tapped her on the shoulder.

“Jade?” Zabdiel asked.

“Zabdiel! Hey!” Jade said. Giving him a hug. She marveled in his sweet, cinnamon scent.

“You’re better looking in person, well you fine as hell so I don’t know what I was expecting.” Zabdiel spoke.

“And you’re taller in person. Gotta admit, I was expecting a hobbit or something.” Jade joked. Zabdiel was amused, especially since he towered over her.

“Well I’m glad I could disappoint you.” He joked back. Their banter went on for a bit before they found a vip table to sit and talk. They talked about music and Jade was taken aback when Zabdiel admitted that he listened to her music.

“Wait really? Quick, what’s your favorite song?” Jade inquired.

“Oh that’s easy. Don’t Tempt me is by far my favorite song of yours. Your vocals were like fucking butter on that shit. I wanted to remix it when I first heard it.” Zab said.

“Well what stopped you?” Jade asked.

“I wanted you to sing on it.” Zabdiel said. Jade smiled at that and finished off her drink. After talking for a little bit more. Zabdiel and Jade made their rounds then dipped from the party.

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Jade and Zabdiel were jamming out to some of his unreleased tracks in his home studio. Jade insisted on hearing some more of his music and Zabdiel happily agreed. They were going back and forth posting each other on their ig stories, causing a frenzy amongst their fans.

“I bet our fans are dying right now.” Jade laughed. A new unreleased track played and Jade got hype. She loved songs that made her wanna shake her ass and that’s exactly what she did. What she didn’t know was that Zab was filming and posting a video of her twerking to his ig story.

“Did I tell you how fine you were already?’ Zabdiel said as he moved closer to her. Jade smiled at him and turned to face him. She ran her finger down his chest and smirked.

“You did but I don’t mind you telling me again.” Jade smiled then leaned in, planting a soft kiss on his lips. She pulled back and smiled at him. She got up to move but he grabbed her and hoisted her up. She wrapped her legs around him as he trapped her between his warm body and the wall. Zabdiel kissed her, more passionately this time. He slipped his tongue in her mouth, making her moan as she sucked on it. They made out for a bit before Zabdiel fell back onto a sofa in his studio, Jade in his lap. She was grinding on him, feeling him get hard. Zabdiel moved his hand so that it was positioned near her warm heat. He started rubbing languid circles on her clothed pussy. Her moans were music to his ears. He sped up his movements until he felt her wetness seep through her underwear. Jade was a mess and he loved it.

“I wanna fuck you so bad. You want me to fuck you babygirl?” Zabdiel asked.

“Yes. I want you to fuck me so fucking bad.” Jade moaned. Zabdiel didn’t need to be told twice. He pushed his pant’s down just enough for his dick to pop out. Jade was mesmerized. He was bigger than she was used to but she was gonna take it like a big girl. Jade jerked him off a few times then spit on his dick. She pulled her underwear to the side and sank down on his length. She marveled at the fullness she felt. Zabdiel almost bust right then and there.

“Fuck you’re so tight. You feel so good wrapped around my dick baby.” Zabdiel sighed. Jade started bouncing on his dick, biting her lip to conceal a loud moan that threatened to escape her mouth.

“God you feel so good inside me…...fuuuuuuuck.” Jade moaned. She got into a squat position and rode Zabdiel’s dick. He was in heaven and felt himself about to cum. He lifted her shirt, revealing her bare breast. He took her left one in his mouth while he played with the right. As he continued sucking on her left nipple, he moved his other hand to her clit and rubbed quick circles. Jade felt herself about to burst. Her movements got sloppier as her orgasm came crashing down upon her. Jade sat fully on his dick, attempting to milk him for all he was worth.

“Yes that’s it baby, ride this dick. Fuck I’m cumming shit…..shiiiiitttt.” Zabdiel moaned. Jade hopped off of him and got down on her knees. She caught every last drop of cum as it shot out of his dick. She stuck her tongue out to show him that she’d swallowed it all, Zabdiel smiled. She was a keeper.

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“You should produce my debut album.” Jade said as she laid on Zabdiel’s sofa watching him work.

“Damn. Dick was so good you're giving me jobs now?” He laughed.

“Don’t get cocky. I’ve always wanted to work with you but my management wouldn’t let me reach out to you. Thank god you slid in my dms though.” Jade said, giving him a smile.

“I’m glad too. If you really want me to, I'll produce your shit, on one condition though. You go out on a date with me.” Zabdiel said.

“Hmmmm………..okay.” Jade said.

“So it’s a date?” Zab asked.

“It’s a date.” Jade smiled.

#zabdiel de jesus #cnco #zabdiel de jesus scenarios #cnco scenarios

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What If I’m a Black Woman Poetry Program

Ifrah Sahal 03/20/2018

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Angry Black woman by Imani Cezanne

This is my angry black woman poem. It’s loud. It’s angry. It’s black. It’s woman. It’s loud and it’s angry and it’s black and it’s woman because y’all love to watch us be loud and angry and black and woman.

Intro

Till today the media portrays black woman as angry or uncivilized. Because of the color of differences in the color of our skin, texture of our skin, and facial features. We are viewed as less attractive than the other black girls. When a black girl has lighter skin, softer hair, and eurocentric features she is viewed as more beautiful than the other black girls The angry black woman a stereotype we black woman can never escape. This mentality needs to stop. Using the poems the average black girl by Ernestine Johnson, Angry black woman by Porsha O, What if I am a black woman by anonymous, and Angry black woman by Imani Cezanne you will learn how we black girls go through on a daily basis. The average black girl a poetry program.

Angry black woman by Imani cezanne

So, ask me why I’m mad. I’m mad cuz I’m paying attention. See, this country think they slick. Prefer I get sterilized than get birth control. Swear it was Janay Rice’s fault, ask if Rihanna hit him first, call Quvenzhane Wallis “Annie” instead as a reminder that beasts of the Southern wilds don’t get to name themselves Discuss the hair on Gabby Douglas’ head before the gold draped around her neck and how it looks nothing like a rope and chain because it represents America. I’m mad ‘cuz you still asking to touch my hair Mad the revolution will not be televised because you must have a perm to report it but the white girls wanna start calling’ their curls natural. Wearing’ braids and gelled’ baby hairs like that’s new. Demanding access to this experience when they will never know the crack of a nap conquering the comb, the raw of skin scrubbed red but not quite white., I’m mad because Vogue magazine traced the lineage of my features back to Kim Kardashian, because somewhere in America, Miley Cyrus is still twerking, while Iggy Azalea sips the ghetto through a straw like she’s on vacation. See everyone wants to be me but they won’t let me be me. They tell me to lower my voice, straighten my hair, no braids no buns no twists no afros no scarves. Less hood rat. Less Nicki Minaj more Aunt Jemima, told to keep this sweet smile full of syrup, this belly haughty and singing, this head bowed and these hands busy. I’m mad because racism, sexism, patriarchy, misogyny and colorism at the same damn time. Because they won’t even cast dark skinned women to play dark skinned women in movies about dark skinned women. Because every time my brother walks out that door, the words “Be safe,” kneel at my lips and I pray to a god I’ll only believe in if he brings my brother home alive.

Angry black woman by Porsha O

Let me just say that I am a very beautiful person.

I’m sweet, and intelligent, and funny, and awkward…And I just had to say that, Only because I’m a little tired of the stereotype about The angry Black woman. Whoop-de-doo, right? ‘Cause as you can see I am Black, And a woman, And I’m not angry at all. Hell, I’m pissed off! I’m mad as hell. I’m so mad,I’m gettin’ ready to break my foot off in everybody’s ass, But pretend this is class so I can tell you why I’m mad at the education system. Mad, ‘cause “education is the key,”Yet they keep the poor locked out. They get hand me down books And hand me down chairs. Hand me down teachers Who give them hand me down stares. I’m pissed off at gentrification. Pissed that the rich be robbing ‘hoods,And mad that Robin Hood was just a myth. I’m mad because Barbie is the standard of beauty. I hate that fruits and vegetables are so damn expensive, So how the poor gon’ eat healthy off some damn tater chips? I’m mad that the government and media are controlled by the same people, And those same people, Are the same people who control everything. I’m mad, I hate that I only got three minutes to say this poem And I got about ten minutes worth of angry. And believe it or not, I’m still pissed about slavery. That’s right, I’m still mad ‘Cause I still pick cotton off clothes racks And never rack up operations. Mad, because niggers call each other niggAs, I’m mad at Black men for reasons I don’t have time to list, I’m pissed off at hip hop, I’m pissed off at Black on Black crime, I’m pissed off that Ricky Rolls got all the crack And we can’t turn that ship back. I’m pissed the fuck off, I’m mad, Because above everything, At any given time and in any given space, I, as a Black woman, Can suffer from racism, homophobia, classism. I can be raped, beat, be burned alive and NO ONE, Not a single soul would look up to acknowledge my absence from this universe Because I am insignificant, Because I am a Black woman.

What If I am a black woman by Anonymous

What If I Am A Black Woman?

Is it a disease? Well, if it is, I sure hope it's catching

Because they need to pour it into a bottle,

label it, and sprinkle it All over the people

men and women who Ever loved or cried,

worked or died For any one of us.

So...What if I am a Black woman?

0Is it a crime? Arrest me!

Because I'm strong, but I'm gentle,

I'm smart, but I'm learning,

I'm loving, but I'm hateful.

And I like to work because

I like to eat and feed and

clothe and house Me, mine

and yours and everybody's,

Like I've been doing for the

past 300 years.

What if I am a Black woman?

Is it insane? Commit me!!

Because I want Happiness, not tears;

Truths not lies; Pleasure not pain;

Sunshine not rain; A man not a child!

What if I am a Black woman? Is it a sin?

Pray for me! And pray for you too,

If you don't like women of color

because we are... Midnight Black,

Chestnut Brown, Honey Bronzed,

Chocolate Covered, Cocoa Dipped,

Big Lipped,, and BEAUTIFUL

all at the same time!

What if I am a Black woman? I've got rights,

same as you! I have worked for them,

died for them, played and laid for them,

On every plantation from Alabama to Boston and Back!

What if I am a Black woman?

I love me, and I want you to love me too,

But I am as I've always been,

Near you, close to you, beside you,

strong giving, loving.

The Average Black girl by Ernestine Johnson

They say I’m not the average black girl because I’m so well spoken Poised, full of etiquette, a white man’s token You know I remember my ex’s mother telling me, “I didn’t know how I was gonna react when he brought home a black girl, but I like you because you talk so white.” But when did me talking right equate to me talking white? They say I’m not the average black girl No! No! Not the average black girl because the pigment of my skin is just a shade lighter than that black girl over there You know, the black girl over there The black girl with the nappy hair The black girls whose elbows can’t skip a day without lotion Whose hearts and heads are filled up with self-hate and bottled up emotion The cocoa brown girls who have to face society every day and be tough Because no matter how good they straighten their hair, their good is still not good enough Oh, but see. Luckily for me, see I don’t fall in that category, 'Cause you don’t wanna come off as one of those average black girls and come off as rude You know, popping their gum and shaking their neck Yeah, 'cause those black girls get like no respect But see luckily for me, see I get pass 'Cause the melanin in my skin matches that brown paper bag And when I speak, my tongue pronounces every syllable And the combed part down the middle of my hair is naturally visible Oh! Oh! It must be a weave or she must be mixed 'Cause we all know the average black girl ain’t got that good (shit) Or when I walk in a room full of white men, they all stare It must be the long lengths of my un-average black girl hair See! See, they say I’m not the average black girl because I corrected the professor when he used the word conversate. Converse! The word is converse And in case you didn’t get the memo, there are now eight not nine planets in the universe And when you’re watching the numbers on your stocks move up and down Remember Oklahoma, in a small town One of the first Wall Streets was a Black Wall Street that got mysteriously burned down Oh, they say I’m not the average black girl Well let’s flip this script and rewind this.Repaint the lines and have them blurred over time See, the average black girl that I know made 19 trips through the Underground Railroad to free the slaves Sat on segregated buses, refused to get up and paved new waves See, the average black girl that I know...were Egyptian queens ruling dynasties and whole of men Excuse me, why I set fire to this poem on my pen 'cause I am tired! Tired of the stereotypes black girls have fallen into because of American mentality I am sick and tired of being sick and tired But do you think the ones who say I’m not the average black girl even give a damn? No! So pardon me if I can’t openly accept your compliments Pardon me if I can’t openly accept your compliment It’s just the average black girl that I know… The average black girl that I know had courage that surpassed her every fear And fought for justice and equality year after year So as I construct these words, pardon me as I shed a tear Because I’m not half the black girl she was! I am not half the black girl she was! See, there’s a minor clause She was out there fighting, breaking and changing laws So I bow down to my black queen standing in the merit of her work And as America society continuously throws these supercilious words onto me I say, “No!” I am not the average black girl, I can only aspire to be.

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