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    Tales From Sha-Hair-Azad

    By Najya Yasirah


    ManWhore, No More! - Epilogue



    “Look, Ant, I made the cover!” said Reyjah Laconte to her husband, Antoine. She was looking at the new issue of Rockhard. “Isn’t that what, the third one, now?” he said from the bathroom. She was wearing a pale blue bra and panty set that was a wedding gift from Sheila. Their wedding was beautiful. They got married at Giovanni’s and Antoine’s former clients handled the expenses. Reyjah even sang “Thank God I Found You,” by Mariah Carey as she walked down the aisle to greet her groom. “Honey, our wedding pictures are in here, too,” she said. Antoine emerged from the bathroom after brushing his teeth. His hair was pulled back and he wore a pair of gray boxers. He plopped down on the bed beside her. Their honeymoon in Hawaii had been great so far. They made love in the hotel fountain, an elevator, the beach, and his personal favorite, a grotto behind a waterfall. He looked at his beautiful, brown wife. The way her hair fell down her back, the lines of her cheekbones…nothing was plastic about her, okay, maybe her eyes weren’t really blue.  She had bought Sha-Hair-Azad, and named Sheila as the manager.  Kate had a position as a hair replacement technician and got paid triple of what she was getting elsewhere.  Reyjah  would continue singing  at Giovanni’s and Kamikaze’s every now and then, and thanks to Mr. Canady found permanent positions for herself and Antoine at Rockhard.   Antoine, with his millions from years of manwhoring opened and also operated a  boxing gym called Sweatbox. He made Arianna and Salvador  managers as well as trainers.  He took the magazine away from her. He wrapped his arms around her. “You know, you are my hero,” he said. “Why?” she asked. “Sheila told me one day; “seek the one who brings out the best in you,” he smiled. “And that’s exactly what I did.” “And you make my heart sing,” she returned kissing him on the nose. “I make more than just your heart sing, nowadays,” he said with a smirk on his handsome, olive face. She playfully punched him in the leg.

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    When they flew in from Hawaii later that night, Antoine made a stop at Sha-Hair-Azad.   Reyjah had no idea what he was up to, but she unlocked the door and they went inside.  Antoine relocked it, and shut the blinds. “Antoine, what are you up to?” she asked. Her handsome husband took her hand and led her to her station.  “When I first met you, I had this fantasy of you.” He sat down in the hydraulic chair, the look of desire in his smoky, brown eyes.  “Oh, really?” she smirked. “Come here,” he said softly, his thick , wedding band glistening in the light from the outside. She stood facing him. He began unzipping her favorite, denim jumpsuit. “I fantasized that me and my sexy, gorgeous, seductive hairstylist made mad, passionate love in this chair.” He kissed her neck as he spoke, her outfit falling to the floor. She eased of her boots and kicked  everything that he removed to the side. “What does my hairdresser think?” he asked, his voice husky as he licked her nipples while he removed her bra. “Hmmm?” he inquired as his tongue roamed down to their favorite spot. He slid her thongs down. From the moment she stepped out of them, he had swung her leg around his shoulder and began to feast. His tongue went in and out in a zigzag motion. He was glad she was so flexible. It came in so handy. “Oh..my….” He put her leg down and she helped him undress. After placing a condom on him, she positioned herself, straddling him as he sat in the chair.  She crossed her legs around the chair as she began riding him. He kissed and licked her nipples. “Oh…God..” she said. He was thrusting in her like madman, and she was drenched with warmth. She pressed her hips into him and he moaned loudly. She smirked. Two can play at this game, she thought. They took turns giving and receiving, purposely trying to drive the other insane. Their tongues were in a friendly duel, but  their bodies were in fierce competition. “Say you love me!” he commanded as he hit her knob with his hardness. “I love you!” “Sing it!” She did as she was told even through ragged breath. “Give me the high note!” he said as their mutual orgasm  was on its way. She delivered, as did he. He gave her a tender kiss. “So, what does my hairdresser think?” he said. She laughed. She wiped sweat off his brow. “Your hairdresser thinks you need to come in for a ‘blowjob’.” Antoine laughed. “Let’s continue this at home.” “You mean that great, big huge, beautiful mansion that you keep all to yourself?” she joked putting back on her clothes. He took her in his arms, their sweat exchanging. “No, that great, big, huge beautiful mansion that I share with my Bellissimma, my wife, my best friend. She gave him a sweet kiss. “That was cute, Ant.”

    Tales From Sha-Hair-Azad - Bonus Chapter