CONFESSIONS OF A MARRIED GROUPIE PART 13: Die hard with a vengance...
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As whispered to Lady Lynxx in the Boudoir...
Sorry it's late y'all! - Lady Lynxx
So we started a slow and steady relationship and as you can imagine life with Dalvin was great. The process of getting to know each other was a sweet and wonderful time. Even though most women dream of being swept off their feet with shopping sprees and expensive restaurants, that wasn’t what made me love him more. It was the simple things like talking a late night walk in the park, or sharing a tub of ice cream after a movie. I know that that sounds corny…but that is what I really liked. We cooled off on the sex again after that first reunion night since Dalvin had to play out f state for his team again. I didn’t mind that because the waiting only made my passion for him increase.
We carried on like that for at least 6 – 8 months, everything was great and soon enough, I was approaching my 28th birthday. Dalvin hadn’t mentioned anything about marriage or any further commitment yet, but it was all good. I still wasn’t ready to let another man put a ring on my finger yet; that was a long way off in my head.
Around that time, I joined a new gym that had opened a few blocks away from my apartment. It was there that I met La Princia Jones. She had one of the ‘ghettoest’ names that I’d ever heard but she was anything but. It was a breath of fresh air to me to have some female company apart from somebody at work. She was cute (yet not as stunning as me - lol) funny, outgoing and best of all she was near to my age at 26 years old. We hit it off immediately and she was someone to spend my weekends with when Dalvin wasn’t around.
La Princia had a really cool vibe like the sister that I never had…she was nothing like Tania at all. I knew that unlike my ex-best friend she was not competitive and had good enough morals to trust her with my man. She didn’t even bug out when I told her who my boo was. La Princia just wished me good luck and told me that she’d have my back if anything went wrong.
The only down side to hanging out with her was that I started to go shopping again.
I was supposed to be saving my hard earned money and some of the alimony money that I was getting monthly towards launching my interior design business, but I kinda forgot all that for a while because of her. Unfortunately, her boyfriend was a complete asshole and worse La Princia was head over heels in love with him. I will always remember the first time that I met Douglas Walsh. He came to pick her up one day after the gym, he was wearing a well cut dark suit (I later found out that it was a Brioni suit – Google it) and was groomed to death. From the moment that I spotted him leaning on his shiny black Mercedes sedan, I knew that he was a show off. Douglas was the kind of self-important punk that I hated. The fact that he was one of the few black senior partners within his firm (a very well known financial institution) made him feel like he was the best thing since sliced bread.
La Princia had confided in me that he was clearing well over 400k a year excluding bonuses. She herself felt honoured to be his woman because of her own background. Douglas and La Princia were from completely different worlds. His family comprised of his father an accomplished professor, his mother a practising doctor and siblings that were also successful professionals. La Princia on the other hand came from the hood but worked like a mutherfu*ka to get a degree in sociology. She was the first one in her family to actually get a college education and she was eventually able to score her dream job as a social counsellor for kids and teens.
Douglas never failed to make her feel inferior to him and whenever I was around them it was beginning to make me mad. After a while I started to avoid her if I knew he was gonna be around. I’m not the type of person to bite my tongue and I didn’t wanna be the one to come between my girl and her man.
One day at the gym, La Princia had a dumb idea…she suggested that we go on a double date so that our respective men could get to know each other. I didn’t have the heart to ask her why the fu*k would I want my Dalvin to meet that idiot Douglas.
I eventually gave in, since my boo was free for the week and I had run out of excuses to give La Princia about the subject. So let me just cut to the night we went to dinner.
We booked a table at one of the most upscale eateries in town at the insistence of Douglas. I would have been happier with somewhere not so high profile considering the fact that Dalvin was a nationally known athlete, but La Princia told me that her man would not even enter the establishment if he felt that it didn’t meet his high ‘standards’
Douglas and La Princia had already arrived at the place when we got there; it was amazing to see the expression on his face once he clocked Dalvin next to me. I think that he had always underestimated me, even more so since I worked at Pottery Barn for a living. I wasn’t about to justify my status in society to him by letting him in on the fact that I was actually about to launch my own interior design business. I’d eventually got the spending under control and managed to project starting to take clients within two months. I think that Douglas had imagined that he would be the wealthiest man at the table. Unfortunately for him, Dalvin’s salary eclipsed his own many times over.
We all ordered and Douglas had to try and out do everyone else by ordering in French, La Princia had this awe stricken smile on her face as if he’d done something great like struck oil or something. I just hoped that I wouldn’t have to spend all evening watching her do that.
After we’d had dinner and some good wine, I needed to freshen up a little. I excused myself and sauntered off the ladies. Once I’d finished, I re-applied my lipstick and started to make my way back to our table. I looked down on the floor for a second, when lo and behold, I see Douglas headed in my direction. We had never been alone before without La Princia being there and I immediately felt uncomfortable. It was as if he meant to corner me or something. I didn’t have time for any BS, so I decided to stop right there and hear him out.
‘Douglas…what’s up?’
‘Hey Maria, nothing’s up I’m just going to the bathroom. Last time I checked that wasn’t a crime’ replied Douglas with a self-satisfied smirk that he always wore.
‘Whatever Douglas, I’m going back to the table now’
Just as I was about to walk off, he suddenly grabbed one of my arms with a firm grip and whispered into my ear;
‘I’m watching you Maria…I want you to know that. Once of these days I’m gonna make you an offer that you won’t be able to refuse. And oh, just in case you even thought of mentioning this to your precious Dalvin you need to think about the fact that some people may know your history. It’s a small world isn’t it? I have a friend that told me about the great time that he had with you…he also let me know that you used to be a regular hot tamale at one point. I might need to find that out for myself. See you back at the table’
I was burning up inside as Douglas walked off to the gents. Who the hell does he think he’s threatening, I thought. At the same time, I had to consider the fact that he may not be bluffing and actually have some dirt on me. It was at that point that I began to really regret my past indiscretions. I loved Dalvin and would hate anything that had occurred before he came on to the scene to destroy any chances of a future with him. I knew that I wanted to have his babies someday and I would be dammed if I would let an idiot like Douglas fu*k that up.
Dalvin was very receptive and picked up immediately that something was wrong with me. I feigned a headache and he insisted that we head off; maybe he too was put off by Douglas and wanted to be out of there too. We said goodbye to La Princia and left. Once we got in the car the convo started
‘So what did you think of him?’
‘Who Douglas? I don’t know how your girl puts up with his ass…I hope that I’ve never sounded like him. I mean imagine he kept talking about how much money he was gonna make from stocks this year and how he could help me invest my money! He got a damn nerve…who he think he is, my financial adviser?’
‘I liked the way the you cut him off though’
‘Thanks…I don’t like to brag about my ends but I think the color almost left his face when I told him that I made 5 mil last year from good investments. I’ve never even told you about that…’
‘Baby it’s not important that’s why…you don’t need to flash your wealth to make yourself feel secure’
‘Thanks honey, I’m glad cos money ain’t nothin but a smoke screen to distract niggas from the real shit that’s going on in the world. All people wanna talk about these days is how they ballin or how much paper they stackin. Nobody gives a fu*k about simple sh*t any more’
‘I do…let’s for a little walk after you park the car in the driveway. I just need a lil fresh air’
Luckily it was quiet as we took a walk in a nearby park, we eventually found a bench and sat down. Dalvin put his arm around me as I rested my head on his chest.
‘Isn’t it nice to just sit here and watch the stars…it’s so romantic baby. I love it when we come here, just peace and quiet ya know?’
‘Yeah I guess’
‘You guess Dalvin? Well men aren’t really romantic anyways. We can just sit here until we’re tired’
‘Well I had other things in mind. Have you ever been fuc*ed in a park before?’
‘No’
‘Then tonight is your lucky night…follow me suga’
Dalvin let me to a more secluded part of the park where there was no streetlight over head. We found a big hedge and he put his coat down on the grass and lay down on his back.
‘Come on Maria get on top…we gotta be quick in case somebody is around’
I scooted on top of him and slowly rocked on top of his hard d*ck; the torture was driving me crazy and I just wanted to slot him in that very moment. The only thing was that I had to be careful since I wasn’t really wet yet, forcing down on him would only make me sore in the long run. Dalvin grabbed my ass cheeks and spread them a little as I inched my way down on to him. Once it was inside I felt a wave of satisfaction was over me and I stared to enjoy myself and ride. It felt as if my Pu*sy was strangling his thick co*k and I was determined to come anytime soon. Dalvin’s breathing intensified as I increased my speed; my clit was getting really aroused by now and I was about to come. Suddenly, he changed the game and put a finger up my ass like a little dick. He moved his finger in rhythm to my cowgirl act and I nearly drooled all over his chest from coming so much. After that, he stood up and bounced me up and down on his dick which ultimately pushed me to the point of no return. I could no longer stifle my ecstasy and let out a loud moan of satisfaction. The cool night breeze felt good on my ass as we finished off with him laying me on my back and putting one of my legs up by my shoulder. He pressed my other leg down so that my pus*y was spread wide open. I could feel that he was about to bust soon, so I reached my hand underneath to stroke his balls and drive him crazier. As I reached back, I think I must have grazed his as*hole by accident when he stopped me in my tracks.
‘Hey sweetie…none of that ass play aight. A nigga don’t like all that shit…’ said Dalvin with a sterner tone. I scared me, because he’d never once spoken to me using a harsh tone. I guess he was a heterosexual man through and though.
‘I’m sorry baby, it was an accident. I was actually reaching for your balls and I kinda missed! Don’t be mad at me’ I pleaded
‘Okay that’s cool…just remember, balls yes…booty hole no. No let me get to finishing this sh*t; I’m gonna….aww sh*t…sh*t…baby…’
He released himself on to the grass and I wished that he’d put it on me instead…the cream was so luscious that I’m sure that it would have nourished my skin.
As we walked back to his house, the thought of Douglas popped into my mind. I knew in my heart that I hadn’t seen the last of him and that he was probably going to be trouble. I didn’t know if I could deal with that…and how could I possibly explain sleeping around on my ex-husband with different men to Dalvin?
It looked like my past was going to haunt me after all.
Until next week ladies…
‘The married groupie’
Lady Lynxx: look forward to the next instalment next week!
Thoughts?
*Please note: names and personal details have been changed to protect identities!*
© Lady Lynxx 2008
Part one is here for those who missed it:
http://balleralert.ning.com/profiles/blog/show?id=2015113%3ABlogPost%3A161578
and part two also below:
http://balleralert.ning.com/profiles/blog/show?id=2015113%3ABlogPost%3A166092
and here is part three:
http://balleralert.ning.com/profiles/blog/show?id=2015113%3ABlogPost%3A175096
and part 4
http://balleralert.ning.com/profiles/blog/show?id=2015113%3ABlogPost%3A185707
part 5
http://balleralert.ning.com/profiles/blog/show?id=2015113%3ABlogPost%3A192891
part 6
http://www.balleralert.com/profiles/blog/show?id=2015113%3ABlogPost%3A203054
part 7
http://balleralert.ning.com/profiles/blog/show?id=2015113%3ABlogPost%3A220145
part 8
http://balleralert.ning.com/profiles/blog/show?id=2015113%3ABlogPost%3A234877
part 9
http://www.balleralert.com/profiles/blogs/confessions-of-a-married
part 10
http://balleralert.ning.com/profiles/blogs/confessions-of-a-married-1
Part 11
http://balleralert.ning.com/profiles/blogs/confessions-of-a-married-2
Part 12
http://www.balleralert.com/profiles/blogs/confessions-of-a-married-3
Sorry it's late y'all! - Lady Lynxx
So we started a slow and steady relationship and as you can imagine life with Dalvin was great. The process of getting to know each other was a sweet and wonderful time. Even though most women dream of being swept off their feet with shopping sprees and expensive restaurants, that wasn’t what made me love him more. It was the simple things like talking a late night walk in the park, or sharing a tub of ice cream after a movie. I know that that sounds corny…but that is what I really liked. We cooled off on the sex again after that first reunion night since Dalvin had to play out f state for his team again. I didn’t mind that because the waiting only made my passion for him increase.
We carried on like that for at least 6 – 8 months, everything was great and soon enough, I was approaching my 28th birthday. Dalvin hadn’t mentioned anything about marriage or any further commitment yet, but it was all good. I still wasn’t ready to let another man put a ring on my finger yet; that was a long way off in my head.
Around that time, I joined a new gym that had opened a few blocks away from my apartment. It was there that I met La Princia Jones. She had one of the ‘ghettoest’ names that I’d ever heard but she was anything but. It was a breath of fresh air to me to have some female company apart from somebody at work. She was cute (yet not as stunning as me - lol) funny, outgoing and best of all she was near to my age at 26 years old. We hit it off immediately and she was someone to spend my weekends with when Dalvin wasn’t around.
La Princia had a really cool vibe like the sister that I never had…she was nothing like Tania at all. I knew that unlike my ex-best friend she was not competitive and had good enough morals to trust her with my man. She didn’t even bug out when I told her who my boo was. La Princia just wished me good luck and told me that she’d have my back if anything went wrong.
The only down side to hanging out with her was that I started to go shopping again.
I was supposed to be saving my hard earned money and some of the alimony money that I was getting monthly towards launching my interior design business, but I kinda forgot all that for a while because of her. Unfortunately, her boyfriend was a complete asshole and worse La Princia was head over heels in love with him. I will always remember the first time that I met Douglas Walsh. He came to pick her up one day after the gym, he was wearing a well cut dark suit (I later found out that it was a Brioni suit – Google it) and was groomed to death. From the moment that I spotted him leaning on his shiny black Mercedes sedan, I knew that he was a show off. Douglas was the kind of self-important punk that I hated. The fact that he was one of the few black senior partners within his firm (a very well known financial institution) made him feel like he was the best thing since sliced bread.
La Princia had confided in me that he was clearing well over 400k a year excluding bonuses. She herself felt honoured to be his woman because of her own background. Douglas and La Princia were from completely different worlds. His family comprised of his father an accomplished professor, his mother a practising doctor and siblings that were also successful professionals. La Princia on the other hand came from the hood but worked like a mutherfu*ka to get a degree in sociology. She was the first one in her family to actually get a college education and she was eventually able to score her dream job as a social counsellor for kids and teens.
Douglas never failed to make her feel inferior to him and whenever I was around them it was beginning to make me mad. After a while I started to avoid her if I knew he was gonna be around. I’m not the type of person to bite my tongue and I didn’t wanna be the one to come between my girl and her man.
One day at the gym, La Princia had a dumb idea…she suggested that we go on a double date so that our respective men could get to know each other. I didn’t have the heart to ask her why the fu*k would I want my Dalvin to meet that idiot Douglas.
I eventually gave in, since my boo was free for the week and I had run out of excuses to give La Princia about the subject. So let me just cut to the night we went to dinner.
We booked a table at one of the most upscale eateries in town at the insistence of Douglas. I would have been happier with somewhere not so high profile considering the fact that Dalvin was a nationally known athlete, but La Princia told me that her man would not even enter the establishment if he felt that it didn’t meet his high ‘standards’
Douglas and La Princia had already arrived at the place when we got there; it was amazing to see the expression on his face once he clocked Dalvin next to me. I think that he had always underestimated me, even more so since I worked at Pottery Barn for a living. I wasn’t about to justify my status in society to him by letting him in on the fact that I was actually about to launch my own interior design business. I’d eventually got the spending under control and managed to project starting to take clients within two months. I think that Douglas had imagined that he would be the wealthiest man at the table. Unfortunately for him, Dalvin’s salary eclipsed his own many times over.
We all ordered and Douglas had to try and out do everyone else by ordering in French, La Princia had this awe stricken smile on her face as if he’d done something great like struck oil or something. I just hoped that I wouldn’t have to spend all evening watching her do that.
After we’d had dinner and some good wine, I needed to freshen up a little. I excused myself and sauntered off the ladies. Once I’d finished, I re-applied my lipstick and started to make my way back to our table. I looked down on the floor for a second, when lo and behold, I see Douglas headed in my direction. We had never been alone before without La Princia being there and I immediately felt uncomfortable. It was as if he meant to corner me or something. I didn’t have time for any BS, so I decided to stop right there and hear him out.
‘Douglas…what’s up?’
‘Hey Maria, nothing’s up I’m just going to the bathroom. Last time I checked that wasn’t a crime’ replied Douglas with a self-satisfied smirk that he always wore.
‘Whatever Douglas, I’m going back to the table now’
Just as I was about to walk off, he suddenly grabbed one of my arms with a firm grip and whispered into my ear;
‘I’m watching you Maria…I want you to know that. Once of these days I’m gonna make you an offer that you won’t be able to refuse. And oh, just in case you even thought of mentioning this to your precious Dalvin you need to think about the fact that some people may know your history. It’s a small world isn’t it? I have a friend that told me about the great time that he had with you…he also let me know that you used to be a regular hot tamale at one point. I might need to find that out for myself. See you back at the table’
I was burning up inside as Douglas walked off to the gents. Who the hell does he think he’s threatening, I thought. At the same time, I had to consider the fact that he may not be bluffing and actually have some dirt on me. It was at that point that I began to really regret my past indiscretions. I loved Dalvin and would hate anything that had occurred before he came on to the scene to destroy any chances of a future with him. I knew that I wanted to have his babies someday and I would be dammed if I would let an idiot like Douglas fu*k that up.
Dalvin was very receptive and picked up immediately that something was wrong with me. I feigned a headache and he insisted that we head off; maybe he too was put off by Douglas and wanted to be out of there too. We said goodbye to La Princia and left. Once we got in the car the convo started
‘So what did you think of him?’
‘Who Douglas? I don’t know how your girl puts up with his ass…I hope that I’ve never sounded like him. I mean imagine he kept talking about how much money he was gonna make from stocks this year and how he could help me invest my money! He got a damn nerve…who he think he is, my financial adviser?’
‘I liked the way the you cut him off though’
‘Thanks…I don’t like to brag about my ends but I think the color almost left his face when I told him that I made 5 mil last year from good investments. I’ve never even told you about that…’
‘Baby it’s not important that’s why…you don’t need to flash your wealth to make yourself feel secure’
‘Thanks honey, I’m glad cos money ain’t nothin but a smoke screen to distract niggas from the real shit that’s going on in the world. All people wanna talk about these days is how they ballin or how much paper they stackin. Nobody gives a fu*k about simple sh*t any more’
‘I do…let’s for a little walk after you park the car in the driveway. I just need a lil fresh air’
Luckily it was quiet as we took a walk in a nearby park, we eventually found a bench and sat down. Dalvin put his arm around me as I rested my head on his chest.
‘Isn’t it nice to just sit here and watch the stars…it’s so romantic baby. I love it when we come here, just peace and quiet ya know?’
‘Yeah I guess’
‘You guess Dalvin? Well men aren’t really romantic anyways. We can just sit here until we’re tired’
‘Well I had other things in mind. Have you ever been fuc*ed in a park before?’
‘No’
‘Then tonight is your lucky night…follow me suga’
Dalvin let me to a more secluded part of the park where there was no streetlight over head. We found a big hedge and he put his coat down on the grass and lay down on his back.
‘Come on Maria get on top…we gotta be quick in case somebody is around’
I scooted on top of him and slowly rocked on top of his hard d*ck; the torture was driving me crazy and I just wanted to slot him in that very moment. The only thing was that I had to be careful since I wasn’t really wet yet, forcing down on him would only make me sore in the long run. Dalvin grabbed my ass cheeks and spread them a little as I inched my way down on to him. Once it was inside I felt a wave of satisfaction was over me and I stared to enjoy myself and ride. It felt as if my Pu*sy was strangling his thick co*k and I was determined to come anytime soon. Dalvin’s breathing intensified as I increased my speed; my clit was getting really aroused by now and I was about to come. Suddenly, he changed the game and put a finger up my ass like a little dick. He moved his finger in rhythm to my cowgirl act and I nearly drooled all over his chest from coming so much. After that, he stood up and bounced me up and down on his dick which ultimately pushed me to the point of no return. I could no longer stifle my ecstasy and let out a loud moan of satisfaction. The cool night breeze felt good on my ass as we finished off with him laying me on my back and putting one of my legs up by my shoulder. He pressed my other leg down so that my pus*y was spread wide open. I could feel that he was about to bust soon, so I reached my hand underneath to stroke his balls and drive him crazier. As I reached back, I think I must have grazed his as*hole by accident when he stopped me in my tracks.
‘Hey sweetie…none of that ass play aight. A nigga don’t like all that shit…’ said Dalvin with a sterner tone. I scared me, because he’d never once spoken to me using a harsh tone. I guess he was a heterosexual man through and though.
‘I’m sorry baby, it was an accident. I was actually reaching for your balls and I kinda missed! Don’t be mad at me’ I pleaded
‘Okay that’s cool…just remember, balls yes…booty hole no. No let me get to finishing this sh*t; I’m gonna….aww sh*t…sh*t…baby…’
He released himself on to the grass and I wished that he’d put it on me instead…the cream was so luscious that I’m sure that it would have nourished my skin.
As we walked back to his house, the thought of Douglas popped into my mind. I knew in my heart that I hadn’t seen the last of him and that he was probably going to be trouble. I didn’t know if I could deal with that…and how could I possibly explain sleeping around on my ex-husband with different men to Dalvin?
It looked like my past was going to haunt me after all.
Until next week ladies…
‘The married groupie’
Lady Lynxx: look forward to the next instalment next week!
Thoughts?
*Please note: names and personal details have been changed to protect identities!*
© Lady Lynxx 2008
Part one is here for those who missed it:
http://balleralert.ning.com/profiles/blog/show?id=2015113%3ABlogPost%3A161578
and part two also below:
http://balleralert.ning.com/profiles/blog/show?id=2015113%3ABlogPost%3A166092
and here is part three:
http://balleralert.ning.com/profiles/blog/show?id=2015113%3ABlogPost%3A175096
and part 4
http://balleralert.ning.com/profiles/blog/show?id=2015113%3ABlogPost%3A185707
part 5
http://balleralert.ning.com/profiles/blog/show?id=2015113%3ABlogPost%3A192891
part 6
http://www.balleralert.com/profiles/blog/show?id=2015113%3ABlogPost%3A203054
part 7
http://balleralert.ning.com/profiles/blog/show?id=2015113%3ABlogPost%3A220145
part 8
http://balleralert.ning.com/profiles/blog/show?id=2015113%3ABlogPost%3A234877
part 9
http://www.balleralert.com/profiles/blogs/confessions-of-a-married
part 10
http://balleralert.ning.com/profiles/blogs/confessions-of-a-married-1
Part 11
http://balleralert.ning.com/profiles/blogs/confessions-of-a-married-2
Part 12
http://www.balleralert.com/profiles/blogs/confessions-of-a-married-3
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Comment by Tee on November 23, 2008 at 8:59pm - What people do in the dark always comes to the light, my dad told me that along time ago. I feel she should get that dirt on Douglas but be upfront with delvin if she sees a future.
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Comment by lady lynxx- ladylynxx.ning.com on November 24, 2008 at 7:05am - Thank you ladies...stay tuned for next week Friday! Hopefully I'll be on time!
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Comment by Stephbaby on November 24, 2008 at 8:52am - Wow, That was interesting cant wait till next time.
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Comment by Siren on November 24, 2008 at 9:26am - It was worth the wait Lynxx!
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Comment by Denise on November 24, 2008 at 11:08am - She should tell him a lil' and deny anything else.....cut that fucker off at the past and tell her man what he said.......always strike first!
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Comment by lady lynxx- ladylynxx.ning.com on November 24, 2008 at 11:35am
- Thanks ladies...I think that Douglas has bitten off more than he can chew in Maria
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Comment by babydoll on November 25, 2008 at 10:20am - Aight, I KNOW it's like 40 degrees outside, but I think I'm going for a walk in the park tonight!
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Comment by 2thick4u on November 25, 2008 at 10:26am -
She should have slapped his ass!!!
Her past is just that...past. If Dalvin haven;t asked her about her past and she haven't asked about his...then nothing should be said.
I would get Douglas ass though. He would get a lesson learned fucking with me.
Great read Lady!!!
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Comment by jus_jazzie on November 25, 2008 at 6:18pm - ........it was getting sooooo good! Douglas is trouble...with a capital "T"! ....Dalvin..hummm iono..something just isnt right...
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Comment by NYNaturalBeauty on November 30, 2008 at 10:03pm - that douglass sounds like trouble. nothing worse that an uppity negro
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I wonder if they leaked this picture for more media buzz?
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She needs to chill...
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